Page 56 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“No,” I roll my eyes, laughing lightly when I hear what sounds like a slap in the background.

“Fuck, bitch. I was kidding.”

He wasn’t kidding. He’d fuck the little whore in a heartbeat given the chance, girlfriend be damned, but I’m not about to call him out on it.

“You start today. I’ll text you the info.”

“Alright, bye.”

I hang up on him and shoot him Freya’s details along with a recent photo I took from her Instagram account, then I delete the messages and drop my head back on the headboard, lifting Wren’s pillow over my face to cover the self hate. I know I’m an asshole for going behind his back like this, but I can’t tell him about Ross or the little jobs he does for me alongside working for my father, not without raising questions I can’t answer.

Just then, the bedroom door opens and I tense, groaning when a light body jumps on top of me to straddle my hips through the blanket.

“Wren!” Callie squeals, way too excited to see him for my liking. “Tell me everything. Did he fuck you? Did you fuck hi–”

I toss the pillow to the side and she screams, jumping out of her skin when she gets a look at me. Instead of moving her ass from my lap, she remains frozen where she sits wearing these thin little shorts and an even thinner tank, staring at me with her mouth parted. Her eyes drop to the cut on my lip followed by the hickeys on my neck and I raise a brow, barely managing to hide my amusement when she shamelessly pulls the blanket back an inch to get a look at the scratches and bite marks covering my abs.

Still a brave little shit.

Just as I think it, her eyes hit mine and I force my features even, scared she’ll recognize me if I let her look too close.

“Callie?”

“Yeah?”

“Get off me.”

“Right, sorry,” she mutters, clearing her throat to hide a laugh.

She moves to do as she’s told, but then Damon appears in the open doorway and glares, locking his jaw when he gets a look at me in his little brother’s bed with his wife’s pussy damn near resting on my cock.

Oh, shit.

He steps closer and I jump to my feet before he can grab me, fully intent on running away from him. “Dude, I didn’t touch her, I swear.”

Callie laughs for real this time and I roll my eyes, secretly thankful she’s standing between me and him. It probably won’t take him long to get around her to choke me to death with his bare hands, but at least it’ll give me a little head start.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asks her, wrapping his hand around her throat to pull her into him when she fails to hide that stupid fucking grin.

“I thought he was Wren.”

“Does he look like Wren?”

“I look like Wren,” Kai jokes, leaning back against the doorframe to eye me and my half naked form. “Apparently I’m not as mean as he is, though.”

I raise a brow at that, knowing he’s full of shit, but he just smirks, looking at Callie while he pulls out a gold key from the pocket of his sweats.

“Wanna come play with me, sister?”

She smirks back and moves to follow him, wrapping her arm around his waist while they walk down the hall to go scare the shit out of Freya, I’m guessing. Damon turns to look at me and I take an instinctive step back, watching him closely while he bounces his eyes between me and the bathroom door behind me.

“If you hurt him, I’ll fucking kill you.”

I nod, knowing he means that. “Okay.”

He rolls his lips to hide a tiny little grin and I relax some, quickly knocking his fist with mine before I turn around to walk into the bathroom. Hot steam fills the space and I look over to find Wren standing in the massive walk in shower with his back to me – butt ass naked, dripping wet and sexy as fuck. He tips his head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair and I drag my lip through my teeth, enjoying myself while I watch the soap bubbles sliding over his caramel tanned skin. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to feel his body on mine when he looks the way he does right now, I drop my boxers to my ankles and walk over to him, sliding my hands around his waist to pull his back to my chest.

“Took you long enough,” he mutters, tipping his head back on my shoulder.

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