Page 14 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He sighs and snatches my fork to steal a bite, still looking at her while he speaks. “I told her she was mine when we got back earlier and she got all defensive and shit, said she thinks I only wanted her in Cancun because she was the only girl there besides Callie.”

“That true?”

“No,” he says quickly, wincing a little bit when I cock my head at him. “Maybe.”

I hide a laugh, snatching my fork back. “But..”

“But I fucking like her man,” he admits, scrubbing his hands over his face. “I never looked hard enough to see it before but she’s not the girl she pretends to be. She’s funny and smart and beautiful and sexy and– fuck, she’s driving me crazy,” he growls, biting his fist when she dips her finger in her rum and coke just to suck it clean.

“I still don’t get why you can’t move.”

“She said if I can do as I’m told and get through tonight without sticking my dick in a cheerleader she’ll be my girlfriend.”

I laugh for real this time, shaking my head at him because I honestly never thought I’d see the day. Ryan’s a straight up player, has been since the night he lost his virginity to the senior prom queen back in sophomore year. He gets bored easy, never fucks the same girl twice, and he sure as shit doesn’t do the girlfriend thing. Right now, though, he’s only got eyes for her. There’re a hundred other girls in this house who’d be more than happy to keep him company tonight, but I haven’t seen him look at a damn one of them.

He’s serious about her.

Just then, Rachel walks over with a big ass grin on her face and I tip my chin, shoving a fork full of cream into my mouth. “You’re evil, Rossi.”

“Thank you, Matthews,” she teases, hopping up onto the counter to drop her ass down between me and Ryan. “Can I have some?”

I nod and pass her my fork, leaning back in my seat to watch the show because that’s what any other eighteen year old straight guy would do. Ryan knows I’m gay, has done since the night I lost my mind and said some shit when I was drunk and confused a few years back, but he’s one of the only people who do.

Rachel dips my fork in the cream and lifts it to her mouth, smirking at Ryan while she makes a point to lick it all off. I fail to hide my amusement and he fists his hands on the counter, locking his jaw so hard I’m sure he’s about to crack his own teeth.

“What happened to you?” she asks me, purposely ignoring him to tip her chin at my face.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing,” she repeats dryly, sliding her ankle over the edge of Ryan’s thigh. “Doesn’t look like nothing.”

“Rach..” he warns, fucking desperate to reach out and touch her, but she just shakes her head and goes back for more.

“Sorry, Ry,” she feigns a pout, taking a strawberry from my plate to wrap her lips around it. “I’m not hungry for you yet.”

He groans and I move to stand, pressing my chest to his back to look at her over his shoulder. “He might not be able to touch you,” I taunt, snatching her left ankle to lift her leg over his head. “But I can.”

She squeals and Ryan smirks like a madman, leaning back in his seat to admire the space between her open thighs. He moves his eyes over her body and she licks her lips, her eyes never leaving his.

“You hungry yet, Rossi?”

She doesn’t answer me so I reach around him to grab the backs of her knees, pulling her off the counter until she’s straddling his lap. The fork slips from her hand and she wraps her arms around his neck, breathing hard while he stares up at her with a look I’ve never seen on him before. I move around them and stand at her back, sandwiching her between us to look down at him. He nods and I take her waist with both hands, leaning over her to speak in her ear.

“Cause’ your boy’s fucking starving over here,” I tease, lifting her up a little bit to rub her pussy on his cock.

They groan as one and his hands fly to her thighs to keep her there, but she doesn’t call him out on it. Instead she digs her pointy red nails into his neck and drops her mouth to his, dry fucking him right here in the middle of the kitchen. I smirk to myself and slide my plate from the counter, grabbing a clean fork from the drawer to leave them to it. I finish my cheesecake and place my dishes in the dishwasher, then I grab myself a beer from the fridge and make my way outside. I take a seat on the cushioned couch in the corner and lift my drink to my lips, hiding a grin when I hear the familiar sound of three Lamborghinis pulling up out front.

Wren.

Not a minute later, the crowd inside the house splits in half to clear a solid path for their kings and the newly crowned queen of Westbrook High. Damon stays on her back with his hand in hers, Kai stays on her right with his arm wrapped around her neck, and Wren stays right there on her left, leaving her dead in the center of their human triangle. With his phone in one hand and a pre rolled joint in the other, he’s wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt that stretches across his solid chest and tattooed arms. His dark brown hair looks even darker than usual tonight, probably still a little damp from his shower, and I don’t miss the way he scans the house from left to right like he’s looking for something.

Me.

He’s looking for me.

Just like he always does.

Ever since the night I sucked his cock in my bedroom here upstairs, I’m the first person he looks for in a room. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it half the time, and I’m not sure whether it’s because he wants to be near me or to make sure he’s as far away from me as possible, but the fact still makes my dick hard all the same.

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