Page 6 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Instead I tighten my grip on his cock and smash my mouth on his, sucking on his tongue to set him off. It’s all me now, so I stroke him faster and he groans, tipping his head back for me while I move my mouth down to his neck. His cock goes off in my hand and he drops his forehead on mine, looking down between us to watch while he covers my abs with his hot release.

So fucking hot.

“Fuck, Wren,” he whispers, falling down on me with his arms wrapped around my neck. “Do you have any fuckin’ idea how long I–”

“..over an hour ago.”

“You worry too much.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have to if you two idiots didn’t keep disappearing on me every five fuckin’ seconds.”

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Shut the fuck up and help me l–”

Just then, my two brothers appear in the open doorway just to freeze where they stand, both bouncing their eyes between me and the damn near naked guy on my lap.

Shit.

Their brows jump when realization hits and I drop my head back on the couch, waiting for the judgement and disgust, but it never comes. Damon just blinks to rid the shock from his face and Kai grins like an asshole, looking awfully proud of himself while he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“You owe me fifty bucks.”

Chapter Two

Wren

Present..

“..still with me, ganja man?”

The sound of her voice pulls me back to the present and I blink, looking up to find two emerald green eyes staring directly into mine – the same set of eyes that’ve been haunting me and my every goddamn thought for the last five days. The fucker smirks like he knows it and leans over me to grab a towel from the rack, casually running his fingers through his wet hair while he drops down on the sun bed next to mine. I do my best to ignore him and force my eyes elsewhere, spotting my big brother’s new wife leaning back on her hands at the edge of the massive outdoor swimming pool, grinning at me like the cocky little brat she is.

“What?”

“I said what are you thinkin’ about?” she teases, sliding her eyes over my body to eye my dick in my shorts.

I’m hard as fuck and pissed the fuck off, which is why I open my mouth to tell her to shut the fuck up, but then she catches me running my fingers over the tattoo on my left wrist. Her dark brows dip in confusion, probably wondering why I’m thinking about my ex–girlfriend right now, but then it hits her and she drops her jaw, lifting her perceptive little eyes to mine.

“Oh my fucking god,” she hisses, looking between me and Levi. “You–”

I quickly shoot forward and snatch the lit joint from her hand, shoving her chest to toss her ass in the pool before she can finish the damn thought. She screams and I smirk to myself, falling back in my seat to smoke her joint. Levi laughs quietly beside me and I roll my head to look at him, locking my jaw when he winks at me, the bastard.

“Wren!” Callie squeals, wiping her wet hair from her face before straightening out her skimpy ass bikini. “What the fuck was that for?”

“I’m sorry,” I lie. “I didn’t mean to.”

She raises a brow and Kai laughs at her, standing to lift her out of the water by her waist. “Come on, baby girl, lemme buy you a snack.”

“Kai..” Damon warns, leaning forward on the seat beside mine.

“Relax, brother,” he jokes, hauling her up to lift her soaking wet body over his shoulder. “I’ll bring her back in one piece.”

Callie winks and Damon’s shoulders drop some, but I don’t miss the way his eyes track her every move while he carries her over to the bar on the other side of the pool. He’s barely let her out of his sight since the night they got married last weekend – the same day our cousin lost his damn mind and drugged her, kidnapped her off the street and tried to rape her in one of our own hotel rooms, the fuckin’ psycho. Derek knew we’d come for her, he had to know, but he touched her anyway, knowing damn well what would happen once we found him. Now he’s lying in a hospital bed in Westbrook while we’re on vacation in Cancun with our family and friends, something he’ll never be. He was once, but he’s gone out of his way to fuck with us more times than I can count by this point, and we’ll never forgive his sorry ass after everything he’s done.

Not after that.

My stepsister turned sister in law might be a mouthy little bitch with a shitty attitude and a nasty temper to match, but I love her like she’s my own, I’d protect her with my life, and I’d happily burn in hell before I let anyone hurt her.

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