Page 13 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Yo, Damon, can I just watch–”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Kai laughs at himself and hops up on the counter, leaning back on his hands while he moves his eyes over the huge, open plan space we call home. It’s all black marble tiles with gold finishes throughout, the walls still decorated with the paintings our mother picked out at this quirky little art gallery she found in New York a few years back. The penthouse looks exactly the same as it did when we were kids, the master bedroom being the only difference since she died. We didn’t want our dad’s new wife sleeping in our mother’s bed so we converted his home office into a bedroom, turned their old room into a badass den that stretches across the entire length of the building.

“You think he’ll change it back now she’s gone?” Kai asks, reading my mind.

I don’t know so I say nothing, hopping up to sit beside him. He rests his head on my shoulder and we sit quiet a minute, both lost in our own heads, both staring out at the city of Westbrook below us through the floor to ceiling windows stretched across the back wall.

Katherine Kingston is gone.

The woman who took everything from us is finally behind bars, rotting in a cage where she’ll stay for the rest of her life, yet I don’t feel any differently than I did a week ago. I thought getting our mother the justice she deserves would make it all go away. I thought I’d feel relieved or better or healed or some shit.

I don’t.

My mom’s still dead.

It doesn’t matter what we do, she’s gone and she’s never coming back, and even though I’m happy we’re no longer living under the same roof as the evil little snake who killed her, the pain remains the same.

“There’s a party at Ryan’s house tonight,” Kai tells me, pulling me from my thoughts. “You wanna go?”

I nod, forcing my features even to hide the way my heart skips a beat at the thought of seeing Levi. Spending the last few days with him while he was half naked and wet most of the time was fucking torture for me and my cock, but I can’t deny I’ve been counting down the hours until I get to see him again.

Fuck, I’m such a girl.

Kai cocks his head at me but I ignore it, tipping my chin at the curved staircase in the corner. “How long do you think they’ll b–”

Just then, Callie screams like Damon’s killing her and I laugh lightly, hopping down off the counter to go grab a hot shower.

“That’s only the first one,” Kai informs me, grinning while he follows me upstairs. “Bet you fifty bucks he makes her come three more times before he does.”

I snort and bump his fist. “Deal.”

Chapter Five

Levi

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Ryan tears his eyes away from the fiery red head across the room and looks at me, frowning. “What?”

“Rachel,” I explain, opening the fridge to grab the cheesecake Stella made for me. “The fuck is she doing to you?”

He hides a grin and I raise a brow, cutting myself a huge slice before grabbing the whipped cream from the top shelf. I take my plate and drop down next to him at the kitchen island, squirting a shit load over my dessert until it’s completely covered.

“Fuck, she’s killin’ me,” he groans, leaning his elbows on the counter to run his hands through his hair.

I laugh lightly and follow his line of sight, watching her roll her hips to the slow beat of the music on the makeshift dance floor in the living room. Wearing a little black dress with her tits and ass on full display for all to see, she smirks and lifts her drink to her lips, purposely sliding her tongue over the edge of the cup.

“She wants you,” I point out, speaking around my food. “And you clearly want her.”

“Yep.”

“So why the fuck are you still sitting here?”

“Because she told me to,” he says simply, shrugging like that explains it. “I can’t move until she says I can.”

“Okay..” I draw out, confused. “Wait, what?”

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