Page 116 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Burn the cameras, dump the bodies, take these badass cars to Ryan’s and go help Elijah with the rest,” he finishes, still nodding. “I got you.”

“Thanks, man.”

He bumps my fist and I move for the SUV in the middle, swinging the driver’s side door open to jump in beside Wren. He drops his hood down to his shoulders and I do the same, hitting the gas to fall in line between Damon and Kai. Killian mumbles something from the back seat but I ignore it, turning the music up a bit to drown him out. Parents by Yungblud plays through the speakers and Wren leans over the center console, taking my face in his hand to kiss me.

“It’s later, baby,” he informs me, greedily taking my lip between his teeth.

I laugh lightly and rake my hand through his hair, keeping one eye on the road while he teases my tongue with his. Killian gags behind the tape covering his mouth and Wren smirks, sliding his hand over my abs to grab my cock through my jeans. My hips buck and the horny fucker takes that as an invitation, popping the button there to pull my zipper down.

“Wren.”

“What, Lev?” he teases, moving his mouth down to my neck to kiss me there.

Any protest I had dies in my throat and I drop my head back on the seat, barely managing to concentrate on driving while he takes my cock out fully. He wraps his fist around me and sucks on the vein in my neck, driving me wild with his mouth and his hands, then he pulls back a bit with this evil ass look on his face and dips his head to take me into his mouth.

“Wren,” I growl, ripping my hand through his hair to pull him off me. “What the fuck are y–”

He forces me down to the back of his throat and I groan, clenching my abs to stop myself from moving too much. It doesn’t work and I roll my hips out, stupidly allowing him better access to take what he wants from me. He digs his nails into my inner thigh and I bite down on my lip, bouncing my eyes between him and the highway to watch him swallow me down.

“Fuck, baby, you look so fuckin’ hot when you choke on my dick like that.”

He smirks like he knows it and pops off my cock, turning his head on my lap to look up at me. “Show me how you do that thing with your tongue.”

Jesus.

I curl my tongue to show him and he opens his mouth to copy me, grinning when I nod. “That’s it.”

He gets back to work to try it on me and I whimper before I can stop it, tangling my fingers in his hair to hold him down on me. My head tips back and I grind my hips to fuck his tight little throat, but then my phone rings in my pocket and I blink, awkwardly pulling it out to answer it.

“Hel– fuck, you little shit,” I hiss, smacking Wren’s hand away when he tries to play with my ass. “H–Hello?”

“If you crash that car, I will kill you,” Damon says, and I don’t have to see his face to know he’s not even a little bit joking. “Twice.”

Callie’s hysterical laughter rings out in the background and I hang up on them, tightening my grip on the wheel when I catch the look on Wren’s face. “Quit playin’ and make me come.”

“Will you fuck me later?”

I nod a little faster than necessary and he gives me what I want, easily swallowing me down until he’s got me balancing on the edge of insanity. My cock pulses in his mouth and I come with a groan, damn near losing my mind at the feel of him sucking the cum from the tip.

“Fuck, Wren,” I rasp, running my hand through his hair while I attempt to calm myself down. “You’re outta your fuckin’ mind, man.”

He looks up at me and makes a point to lick both corners of his lips, looking awfully proud of himself considering we almost became roadkill just now.

“I love you.”

My heart flips in my chest and I grin, taking his jaw to pull his mouth back up to mine. “So fuckin’ much, baby.”

* * *

We get to the warehouse a little after nightfall and I kill the ignition, shaking my head at Callie when she hops out of the car in front of us with a big ass smirk on her face and her eyes on me.

“Sup, gorgeous?”

“Sup, brat?”

Her jaw drops and Wren laughs his ass off, climbing out of the passenger seat to open the back door. “You know she’ll smack you for that, right?”

I snort and Callie smacks me in the ribs, making me grunt. “Fuck, bitch.”

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