Page 73 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Only it’s not an image.

It’s a fucking video.

Fuck that.

It’s practically a fucking sex tape.

He struggles beneath me but I ignore it, turning the volume up a little bit before I press the play button. On the screen, he’s leaning back on the couch by the window with his hand in my hair, rolling his hips out to fuck my mouth while I suck his cock on my knees beneath him.

“Where the fuck did you get this?”

He looks away and I toss his phone on the nightstand, leaning over him to pull him back by his jaw.

“I said where’d you get it?”

“Callie,” he forces out, sighing when my confusion peaks because that doesn’t make any sense.

Callie wasn’t even in Westbrook back then, and even if she was, I know for a fact she wouldn’t do something like that to us, to him..

“I told you Freya’s cousin saw us in here that night,” he mutters, pausing a second before he decides to tell me the rest. “He taped us and gave it to Freya, then Freya tried to send it to the entire school right before she left for New York a few weeks ago, probably woulda done it if Callie hadn’t found out about it first.”

My jaw ticks and I close my eyes a minute, honest to god considering what life would look like behind bars if I were to slit that stupid little whore’s throat and watch her die in Ryan’s hot tub.

Wren shifts beneath me and brushes his mouth against mine, reminding me how fucking good his ass feels wrapped around my cock. I blink my eyes open and look down at him, forcing the thought of Freya’s bloody throat from my head because that’s not me.

I’m not like him.

“You alright, Lev?”

I nod and release my grip on his hands, gently running my thumb over his bottom lip. “What did Callie do to her?”

“What do you think?” he raises a brow, grinning when he catches the amusement on my face. “She paid some freshman kid fifty bucks to tell Freya she was wanted in the principal’s office, stole her phone and kicked her ass right there in the middle of the hall.”

I laugh at that, shaking my head at her because of course she did, the crazy bitch.

“You like her.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.”

“If you say so,” I mutter, rolling my eyes when his hit mine and stay there, searching for answers he really doesn’t want to find.

“Lev..”

“What is it with you and her?” I ask, partly to get the attention off me but mostly because I’m jealous as fuck and fucking dying to know.

“She’s my sister.”

“Do you love her?”

“Yes,” he says simply, jolting when I tease his ribs with my fingertips.

“Are you in love with her?”

“No.”

“Are you in love with me?”

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