Page 111 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He’s the one under my skin.

He’s the one I can’t stop thinking about.

He’s fucking everything to me.

He blinks like he heard me and I lick my lips, unable to fight the pull. That familiar ache in my heart begs me to go to him, only I don’t ignore it this time.

Fuck it.

I toss my books back into my locker and slam the door shut, pleased with myself when the cheerleaders jump and spin to face me. A deathly silence fills the hallway and every head turns my way, hungry for the drama, it seems, but I’m not mad about it.

I’m gonna show every motherfucker in here who I belong to, because it sure as shit isn’t her.

“Wren, what are you doing?” Callie whispers, dropping her jaw when it hits her. “Oh, hell, yes.”

I laugh lightly and keep walking, enjoying the way Levi’s brows jump when he realizes I’m coming right for him. Ryan takes a couple steps back and I stop right in front of Levi, slowly walking him back until his ass hits his locker. He jumps a little bit and I wrap my hand around his throat, gently running my thumb over the vein throbbing against the side of his neck.

Mine.

“Uh..” he clears his throat, unsure what to do with himself in front of about fifty people watching our every move. “Sup, man?”

I hide a grin and lean over him to crowd his space, speaking quietly so only he can hear me. “Kiss me, Lev.”

His mouth parts and he blinks, quickly cutting his eyes left and right. “Right now?”

“Right fuckin’ n–”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

He snatches my waist to pull me into him and smashes his mouth on mine, claiming me as his right here for all to see. Rachel squeals like a four year old and the hall erupts into chaos, but I don’t give a fuck.

I’m done hiding.

Done pretending I don’t want him.

I’m fucking done.

I wrap both hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on me, walking me back towards the bathroom across the hall. “You still mad?”

“So fuckin’ mad.”

“But you love me?”

“So fuckin’ much.”

He grins over my mouth and pushes me back against the door, flicking the lock next to my hip. “Say it.”

“I love you,” I rasp, raking my hands through his hair to hold him there. “I love you so much it hurts.”

He sucks on my bottom lip and I shiver, tipping my head back to give him access to my neck. He takes what I offer him and bruises my skin with his mark, pinning my hips to the wood to rub his cock against mine.

“Lev..”

“What, baby?”

“I need to come.”

He drops to his knees and I curse, looking down to watch him pull my cock from my jeans. His eyes hit mine and he wraps his lips around me, pulling me in until the tip hits the back of his throat. I moan and he smirks, the cocky fucker, sliding his hands over my thighs while he chokes himself on my cock.

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