Page 52 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Ryan, probably,” he whispers, laughing lightly when he hears Rachel screaming. “Definitely Ryan.”

“You said they went to her house.”

“To grab her car,” he draws out, amused. “You didn’t let me finish before you jumped me, remember?

I nod, dipping my head to tease his mouth with mine. “I gotta go.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

I hide a grin at his moody ass tone, enjoying the way he digs his fingers into my neck, not letting me go.

“Come with me.”

“What?

“Come with me,” I repeat, sliding my tongue over the small cut on his lip. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His cock thickens against mine and he smirks, spinning on me to shove me down on my back with my hands pinned either side of my head.

“What about your fiancé?” he teases, brushing his mouth over the shell of my ear. “Do you want her to catch us together like this?”

“She won’t,” I rasp. “I lock her up in her room every night. She can’t get out until one of us opens the door.”

He groans and licks my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. “Tell me again.”

“I want you,” I tell him again, moaning when he rolls his hips on me to rub his now fully hard cock against mine.

“Good boy,” he whispers, releasing his grip on my hands to pull me up to my feet.

I raise a brow and he grins, walking me over to the bathroom to grab a couple clean towels from the rack. He tosses me one and I catch it, moving for the sink to clean the cum from my body. I wash my cock and dry myself off, unable to stop the way my eyes move to watch him do the same.

He’s so fucking hot.

“You keep looking at me like you want to eat me..” he starts, pressing his chest to my back to place his hands on the counter either side of me. “We won’t even make it to the door before I shove you down on your knees and bury my dick in your mouth.”

Heat creeps up my neck and my eyes darken, but my reply stills in my throat when I hear what sounds like a glass smashing in the kitchen.

“Let’s go before they start fuckin’ on the stairs.”

I laugh and follow him out, quickly snatching my shirt from the bed while he takes a clean one from the duffel bag in the otherwise empty closet. I eye him but he pretends not to notice, taking my hand to pull me out into the hall. We make our way downstairs as quietly as possible and I attempt to force my features even, but I can’t help the stupid ass grin splitting my lips.

Fucking girl.

Ryan’s massive house is mostly open plan, meaning the kitchen and pretty much everything else can be seen from the front door, but that doesn’t seem to matter much right now. Ryan’s got Rachel bent over the kitchen island with her black leather skirt pushed up over her hips and her hands folded behind her back, holding her head down with a tight grip on her hair while he fucks the shit out of her from behind.

“Ryan..” she pleads, growling when he laughs at her. “I fucking hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he teases, slowing his pace. “Tell me how much you love me, baby.”

“I don’t love you, motherfucker.”

“That’s not what you said just now.”

“It slipped out,” she snaps, groaning impatiently when he pulls out to slap her pussy with his cock. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“It slipped out,” he jokes, laughing again when she struggles against his hold on her.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

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