Page 4 of Reckless at Westbrook High

I groan before I can stop it, dropping my forehead on his to look down between us. My cock thickens in my jeans when I feel his against mine and I shift where I stand, trying to erase the ache, but that only makes it worse. My heart pulses in my ears and I look up at him, silently waiting for whatever comes next, but he doesn’t move.

Fuck, I wish he’d move.

“You gonna kiss me, Lev?”

“You gonna punch me if I do?”

“Try it and find out.”

“Tell me you liked it.”

I pull a long hit of air into my lungs, doing my best to block out the memories threatening to come crashing down on me and my goddamn sanity.

We don’t talk about that night.

Not once, not ever.

We fucked up.

We were in the wrong place at the wrong fuckin’ time and made a stupid mistake we’ll regret for the rest of our lives, a mistake no one can ever find out about, not even my brothers, especially not my brothers, but before that..

“Tell me it was me,” he whispers, teasing my lips with his. “I made you forget that night, I drove you crazy, and I made you come. Not her.”

Not her.

It was never her.

I don’t remember her name, don’t even remember what she looked like, all I remember is him. His eyes on me, his hands, his mouth, his fucking tongue..

“Tell me, Wren.”

I should leave.

I should shove his stupid ass off me and get the fuck outta here, go back downstairs to smoke my joint with Ryan and numb this constant fucking pain eating away at me until I can’t think or see straight.

I should do that, but I don’t.

“It was you,” I admit, recklessly giving in to this dangerous game we’re playing. “It was all fuckin’ y–”

His mouth hits mine so fast I moan.

Fucking finally.

Something buried deep inside me snaps like a rubber band and I grab both sides of his neck, accidentally knocking the bottle of whiskey to the floor. It smashes on the tiles beneath my feet but he ignores it, digging his fingers into my waist to pull me into him. He walks us back towards the couch and I rake my hands through his hair, enjoying the way he moans into my mouth like he’s wanted this for as long as I have.

“What now, Lev?” I tease, dragging his bottom lip through my teeth.

“Now?” he rasps, pulling back an inch to pull my t-shirt over my head. “Now I’m gonna blow your fuckin’ mind.”

I raise a brow and he grins like a maniac, roughly shoving my chest to push me down on the couch. He reaches up to the back of his neck to pull his own shirt off and I look up at him, sliding my tongue over my bottom lip while I move my eyes over his ripped body. I’m fully aware he’s a fucking guy, but my cock doesn’t seem to care.

It wants him.

I want him.

His eyes rake over me and my inked body the same way mine did his and I fist my hands at my sides, wrapping my ankle around the back of his thigh to pull him down on me. He smirks and moves to straddle me, pulling my head back to speak in my ear.

“You eager for me, Wren?” he teases, sliding his hand over my body to grab my cock through my jeans.

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