Page 121 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Wren

“Killian’s passport was missing from his house when the cops raided it earlier,” my dad tells me, yawning through the phone. “They’re saying he ran as soon as shit went south tonight.”

“And left his wife to take the fall?” I ask, checking my bedroom mirror to tame my wet hair. “What a prick.”

He laughs lightly and I smirk, looking over my shoulder to watch Levi walk out of the bathroom with a black towel wrapped around his waist, his bare abs glistening with a light layer of steam from his shower. His eyes darken when he gets a look at my fully naked form and I drag my lip through my teeth, taking his hand to pull him into me.

“Fuck me, you’re hot,” I mouth, flicking the towel from his body to take his cock in my hand.

“Did you talk to Ryan today?” my dad asks, reminding me of his presence in my ear.

“We were with him and Rachel all night,” I assure him, walking Levi back towards the bed to push him down on his back. “We ordered a pizza, watched a movie, had a few drinks. All that fun stuff.”

“You were there all night?”

“All night.”

“Good,” he says, and I don’t have to see him to know he’s half relieved, half exhausted. “Think about what I said, alright? You know I’d never push you to jump into something you’re not ready for, but if this is really what you want, I’ll help y–”

“Dad?”

“What?”

“Come home and get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “Night, Wren.”

“Night, Dad.”

He hangs up on me and I toss my phone down on the nightstand, lifting one leg over Levi to straddle his thighs. He opens his mouth to ask me questions so I kiss him, enjoying the way he shivers beneath me while I rub my cock against his.

“Fuck, Wren,” he moans, dropping his head back against the headboard. “What was that abou–”

“Later.”

“But–”

“Shh,” I tease, sucking on his neck to shut him up.

His hips buck and I grin, reaching over to grab the lube from the side. I coat his fingers with it and he licks his lips, looking up at me from beneath his lashes while he reaches down between us to finger my ass. My mouth parts and I run my hands through his hair, grinding on him to encourage him to go deeper. He crooks his fingers inside me and I whimper, dipping my head to speak over his lips.

“Fuck me, Lev.” I plead. “Now.”

He snatches my bottom lip between his teeth and holds onto my hip, sliding his hand over his cock to get it wet. “You want this?”

I nod and he teases my hole with the tip, slowly pulling me down on him until he’s buried deep inside me. We groan as one and he wraps his fist around my cock, tightening his grip on me when I roll my hips to ride him.

“God fucking damn, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he whispers, matching my pace hit for hit. “You like it this way?”

“Fuck, yes,” I moan, dipping my head to take his mouth with mine. “Feels so fucking good.”

He kisses me back and slides his heels up the sheet, shifting his hips a little bit to adjust me on his lap. “Keep still and let me fuck up into you.”

I do as I’m told and he takes over, fucking me so hard I’m sure it’s gonna hurt to walk tomorrow. He sucks on my tongue like he’s starving for me and my eyes roll, my short nails piercing the sides of his neck while he smashes his hips up into me over and over again.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I rush out, clinging to his head while he fucks me better than he ever has done. “Only you.”

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