Page 34 of Reckless at Westbrook High

They all are.

Levi: Tell me the truth and I’ll let you fuck my mouth until you come down my throat. No strings. I promise.

That last part’s a lie, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Wren: Fuck you.

Levi: Baby, if anyone’s fucking anyone, it’s gonna be me fucking you.

His eyes widen and he clears his throat, quickly checking to make sure no one’s looking before he replies to me.

Wren: You wanna top me?

Ignoring the fact he’s had to have watched a little gay porn to know what top means, I look up at him and nod my head, biting my lip to hide my amusement when he swallows something that looks an awful lot like heat.

Levi: You like that?

He curses and looks away from me, tipping his chin when Callie and Rachel walk through the double doors with their sandwiches and coffees in hand. Damon finally relaxes for the first time in twenty minutes and Callie grins, dropping down in the chair next to his.

“Told you I’d live,” she jokes, squealing when he snatches her waist to pull her over onto his lap.

“You’re late,” he growls, glaring at Rachel when she laughs at him and drops down opposite them on the other side of Ryan.

“Relax, big brother, it was five minutes.”

“Big brother?” Freya echoes, side eyeing Callie with her nose crinkled. “Ew.”

Kai snorts and Wren shakes his head at her, hiding a grin when Damon wraps Callie’s hair around his fist to pull her head back on his shoulder. “Did you let anyone touch what’s mine while you were gone?”

She smirks and takes a bite of her ham and cheese, speaking around her food. “No.”

“Good girl,” he praises, keeping his eyes on Freya while he speaks in her ear. “Now tell her what I’m about to do to you on Miss Miller’s desk before class starts.”

“Bend me over, pull my jeans off and smack my ass for taking too long,” she rasps, jolting when he circles her clit with his middle finger over her jeans.

“Then what?”

“Fuck my pussy with your cock and my ass with your fingers.”

“Wrong.”

She raises a brow and he dips his head, sliding his tongue over the vein in her neck.

“What then?”

“Other way around.”

She moans and Freya blushes like a nun, dropping her jaw when Callie forgets her lunch and hops to her feet, snatching Damon’s hand to pull him out through the double doors with her.

“Are they serious?”

“She likes it in the ass,” Kai says simply, leaning over to steal Callie’s half eaten sandwich.

“How would you know?”

He stares at her, keeping his big mouth shut for once, but we all know what he’s thinking. He knows because he fucked her ass while Wren fucked her pussy and Damon watched. It seems Freya doesn’t know that, though, and as much as I’d love to burst her little bubble, I’m not about to tell her.

She shrugs it off when he doesn’t answer and leans back on Wren’s chest, brushing her thumb over the key tattoo on his wrist. His eyes automatically hit mine when she touches it and I smirk, reading his mind.

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