Page 53 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“I’m gonna marry you,” he throws back, teasing her entrance with the tip before he shoves it back inside her, making her scream.

Well, okay then.

I shake my head at them and Levi laughs lightly, pulling me across the entryway towards the front door. We manage to slip out unseen and I throw my shirt over my head, quickly jumping into the driver’s seat of my car while he does the same on the passenger side.

“Are they always like that?” I ask, hitting the gas to speed off towards the Palace.

“Pretty much,” he nods, raising a brow when I pull out a pre rolled joint from the center console. “You got those on tap or some shit?”

“Callie rolls em’ for me when she gets bored.”

“Of course she does.”

I smirk at that, laughing to myself when he rolls his eyes and snatches it from my mouth. He drops back in his seat and tilts his head to light it, blindly flipping me off when I continue to stare at him.

“Shut the fuck up.”

* * *

“Fuck, Wren,” he groans, tipping his head back for me while I drop my mouth to his neck.

I grin against him and run my hand through his hair, holding him right where I want him while I back him up towards my bed. The backs of his knees hit the mattress and I pull his shirt over his head, releasing him for no more than a second to do the same with mine.

“Lie down.”

“Make me.”

I raise a brow at that, reading his mind.

He wants it rough.

I shove his ass without warning and push him down on his back, falling down on him in the same beat to tangle my tongue with his. He moans into my mouth and grinds his hips on me, already wanting more, but unfortunately for him, he’s not about to get it. I keep his body pinned beneath mine and move my mouth down to his neck, kissing him there a minute, then I move across to his collarbone and down to his hard chest, slowly moving down further to lie between his legs. I slide my tongue over the deep ridges of his abs and sink my teeth into the spot, sucking on his skin to cover him in purple bruises while he shakes beneath me.

“Fuck, man, you’re drivin’ me crazy here.”

“That’s the point,” I inform him, teasing the edge of his waistband with my finger. “Think of it as payback for fuckin’ me over with your stupid straw, you little shit.”

He laughs at me and I dip my head to bite his hipbone, laughing right back at him when he groans and throws his head back on the sheet. “Fuck.”

“How many other guys have you been with?” I ask, tracing my lips over the lines of the sexy little vee pointing directly towards his dick.

He shivers and lifts his head to look at me, raising a cocky ass brow. “You really wanna know?”

I do, but I can’t promise I won’t punch him again if I don’t like the answer.

“Tell me anyway.”

He hesitates, fisting his hands at his sides when I slide my tongue over the tip of his cock peeking out above his waistband.

“Three.”

“Before me?”

“Two were after.”

This motherfucker.

“I want names.”

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