Page 74 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He tenses at that, tightening his features like he’s in pain. “Don’t fuckin’ ask me that shit, man.”

“Why not?” I tease, slowly working his cock in my hand while I grind my hips on his ass. “You scared I might be on to somethin’?”

He glares like he’s ready to kill me and I smirk, laughing lightly when he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. “Stop talking.”

“Deny it,” I challenge, sliding my tongue over his bottom lip. “Lie to me, Wren.”

He pulls my hair like an asshole and smashes his mouth on mine, kissing me like he’s attempting to shove the words back down my throat with his tongue. I groan and shift my hips to get the angle I want, fucking him hard and fast the way I’ve been dying to since the first time I touched him when we were sixteen and wasted.

Fuck, I wanted him so bad.

I made a lot of stupid mistakes that night, mistakes I’d take back in a heartbeat if I could, but Wren..

He’s the best fucking mistake I ever made.

I squeeze his cock to set him off and he moans, snatching my lip between his teeth to bite me. “Oh my fucking god, Lev.”

All it takes is a couple more hard hits to his ass and he’s coming, throwing his head back on the sheet while he goes off in my hand. His tight little ass clenches around my cock in a way that has me seeing stars and I’m gone, pinning his hips with mine to finish inside him.

“Fuck, Wren,” I rasp over his lips, struggling to pull air into my lungs. “That was.. fuck.”

He nods and I fall down on him, dropping my face to the crook of his neck while I wait for my heart rate to return to normal. He rakes his hands through my hair and I shiver, wrapping my arms around his back to keep him as close as humanly possible.

“Lev,” he whispers, filling the silence.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t love you.”

A light laugh leaves me and I turn my head to kiss his neck, speaking in his ear. “I don’t love you, either.”

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“You two are so fucking cute.”

I jump at the sound of Rachel’s voice and so does Wren, quickly dropping my hand while we spin to face her fully. She’s leaning back on the huge seven seater couch in the living room with Ryan’s head in her lap and her hand in his hair, staring right at us over whatever’s in that red cup she’s holding. Everyone else cleared out about a half hour ago, leaving just the four of us, but I thought for sure they’d be in bed by now.

“What?”

“Why won’t you boys just come out already?” She asks, plain and fuckin’ simple.

I cock my head and Ryan hides a grin, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t say shit.”

“Because you didn’t have to,” she draws out, leaning forward to pause the movie they’re watching. “I swear y’all think I’m stupid or some shit. I have eyes, you know? And Wren’s car was parked right outside just before you two snuck out of here last weekend. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Yeah, well, you were kinda busy,” Wren mutters, laughing to himself when her brows snap in the center.

She remains mute for a solid ten seconds, bouncing her eyes between us and the kitchen, but then it hits her and she drops her jaw. “Motherfuckers.”

Ryan snorts and she clips the back of his head, dropping back on the couch with an exaggerated huff when we all laugh at her.

“Fuck you all,” she flips us off, swallowing the rest of her drink. “For real, though, Freya’s obviously blackmailing you to be with her because she found out you’re into guys, right?” she asks Wren, sighing when he gives her nothing. “Dude, man the fuck up and tell that little bitch to go fuck herself.”

He blinks in surprise and I run my thumb over my bottom lip, amused by the balls on this girl.

She’s lucky Wren likes her.

Ryan tries to shush her but she waves him off, covering his mouth with her hand while she pours herself another shot. “And if she ends up telling everyone you’re together, who fucking cares? Y’all are happy, right? What’s the worst that could happen?”

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