Page 79 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“What?”

“Pick one,” he repeats, flicking his wrist at the group of hot girls shaking their asses a few feet away from us.

I frown some more, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out where he’s going with this.

He wants to share.

My dick jerks at the thought and I look away from him, mindlessly sliding my eyes over the crowd to do as I’m told. “Why just one?”

“Because I said so.”

I raise a brow and he smirks, leaning back in his seat while he waits for me to make my choice. I don’t fuckin’ care who it is, so I connect eyes with the first girl I see and tip my chin at her.

“That one.”

He mutters something I don’t catch and crooks a finger at her, necking yet another shot while she steps away from her friends to walk over to us.

“Hi,” she says, immediately dropping her ass down on my lap to wrap her arm around my neck.

“You’re brave.”

“You’re wasted,” she fires back, smirking when I nod because yeah, she’s right about that. “Where’re your hot brothers tonight, Wren?” she asks, proving she knows exactly who we are without having to be told.

“Hawaii.”

“How come you’re not with them?”

“Because I’m an idiot.”

She laughs like I’m joking, looking at Levi while she scrapes her pointy nails over my scalp. “You’re Zane’s cousin. Levi, right?”

He stares at her face and I pass him his joint, hiding a grin when I realize what he’s thinking.

The fucker loves gold diggers almost as much as he loves his mother.

He continues to say nothing so I knock his elbow with mine, hitting him with a look that says be nice, asshole. He rolls his eyes and takes a hit, slowly looking her up and down while he blows his smoke out to the side.

“Yep.”

She grins like he told her she’s pretty and bites her lip, leaning over him to help herself to his drink. “You boys wanna go upstairs?”

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Something’s fuckin’ wrong with me.

I’ve got a smokin’ hot girl kneeling between my legs with her hands on my thighs and my dick in her mouth, and yet for some reason my dumb ass seems to be more interested in him and what he’s doing. He’s leaning back against the headboard beside me with a lit joint in one hand and his cock in the other, slowly getting himself off while he watches her suck my dick. That should not be hot, but fuck if I can stop the way my eyes drop to follow the movement.

Why is that so hot?

Just as I think it, he catches me looking and licks his lips, still pulling on his cock. “You want this?”

“W–What?”

He lifts the joint between us and I take it, shoving his head away when he laughs at me. He sits back and shifts his hips a little bit, looking at the girl between my legs when she moans on my cock like it’s got a direct line to her clit or some shit, fake as fuck.

Freya does that.

Maybe that’s why this chick does nothing for me.

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