Page 51 of Reckless at Westbrook High

I slide my hand through his hair and pull his eyes back to mine, fucking his mouth with my tongue while I fuck his cock with my hand. I come hard and so does he, his hips bucking wildly against mine when I bite down on his bottom lip so hard I taste blood.

“Motherfucker,” he growls, dropping his head back on the sheet. “You’re a fuckin’ psycho, man.”

I laugh lightly and dip down to suck away the sting, leaning up on one elbow beside his head to study the dark bruise forming beneath his left eye.

“I’m sorry, Lev,” I whisper, carefully brushing my thumb over the spot. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“I know,” he whispers back, but I’m not stupid.

I might have hurt him when I punched him, but I hurt him more when I told him I loved her.

I lied and he knows it, but I still hurt him all the same.

“I hate her, man,” I admit, dropping my forehead down on his.

Honest to god, I hate that little bitch more than I ever thought possible, and I’m starting to think whatever I felt for her back then was nothing but the need to feel close to a girl after my mom died.

She never made me feel the way he does.

Not even close.

He sets me on fire and tears me apart from the inside out. All this pain and heartache and loss and this giant hole in my chest that makes it feel like there’s a piece of me missing.. he takes it away until all I feel is him.

“I know,” he says again, but something tells me he’s talking about more than just my hate for Freya.

“She knows what we did.”

He freezes at that, and I lift my head just in time to watch all the color drain from his face. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not, Lev,” I shake my head, swallowing when I catch the clear flash of fear in his eyes. “She thinks I did it, said she’s got proof and if I don’t marry her in five months time, me and you get to live happily ever after in jail.”

His nostrils flare and he locks his arms around my waist, clinging to me like his life depends on it. “And if he finds out there’s a seventeen year old girl running around Westbrook with evidence that could ruin his life..”

“We’re all dead before we see the inside of a courtroom,” I finish for him, wincing when he snaps and smacks the headboard with the edge of his fist.

“Fuck,” he growls, ripping a hand through his hair while he fights to put the pieces together. “How the fuck did she find out?”

“I don’t know.” I say quietly, taking his hand to lock his fingers with mine. “I’m pretty sure someone told her to use it against us.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know.”

His jaw ticks and he takes a breath, closing his eyes when I drop my mouth to his neck to kiss him there. He doesn’t say anything else, but I can practically hear the wheels turning in his head.

“What are you thinking, Lev?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

He sighs and takes my face in his hand, pulling my mouth back to his. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” I say without hesitation, frowning when I catch the look on his face. “What are y–”

Just then, the front door slams in the distance and I jump, turning my head to the sound.

“Who’s that?”

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