Page 118 of Reckless at Westbrook High

I frown at that, turning my head to look at her. “What?”

“If it weren’t for them,” she explains, tipping her chin at the boys. “Would me and you still be here tonight?”

A half smile touches my lips and I wrap my arm around her neck, pulling her into me to press my mouth to her temple. “I told you I was comin’ back for you, little Kingston. I was always comin’ back for you.”

She clears her throat and drops her head down on my shoulder, not so discreetly side eyeing the two sets of chains hanging down above the two wooden chairs set up in the middle of the room.

It was supposed to be three.

“You still pissed about Jason not being here?”

“A little bit.”

“But..”

“But..” she sighs, shrugging. “If Katherine hadn’t killed him I’d have never met Damon. I mean, yeah, I wanted him to suffer for what he did to me, but I wouldn’t change it now that I have what I have, you know?”

“A family?”

She nods and I slide my eyes back to the boys, hiding a grin while I watch Wren take his turn with my father. I love that boy with all my heart and then some, but when he acts like this, all mean and scary and shit..

Just as I think it, he looks up and does a double take at me, clearly surprised to find my arm wrapped around Callie’s neck. He raises a brow and I drag my bottom lip through my teeth, shamelessly moving my eyes over his form while he walks over to level with me.

He’s so fucking hot when he’s mad.

“Are you hitting on my sister?”

“Maybe,” I tease, releasing my hold on her to pass her joint back. “Are you jealous?”

“Maybe.”

I smirk and he kisses me, taking my waist to pull me over to the chair beside Zane. He pushes me down on it and lifts one leg over me to straddle my hips, sliding his hands through my hair to tease my mouth with his.

“I want you to fuck me like this tonight,” he whispers, grinding on me in slow, agonizing circles that have my cock pulsing with need.

“Fuck.”

“You like that?”

I nod and he tangles his tongue with mine, purposely scraping his nails over my scalp to set me off.

“Fuck me, that’s hot.”

I raise a brow at that, looking over my shoulder to find Callie staring at us with her lip ring pulled between her teeth and her pupils blown.

“Callie,” Damon growls, making her jump.

“What?”

“You know what.”

“Say it anyway.”

His jaw ticks and he pulls Killian up by his shirt, roughly tossing him down in his chair before he does the same with Frank. He glares at thin air while he and Kai chain their wrists to the ceiling and I frown, bouncing my eyes between him and Callie.

“What’s his problem?”

“Callie wants him to let a guy suck his dick,” Kai informs me, laughing when Damon cuts his eyes to his.

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