Page 69 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He likes me wearing his shit.

Callie gives him a little push in my direction and he looks down at her, leaning over to kiss her forehead before he moves to stand. She winks at me with a mouthful of chocolate and I flip her off, making her laugh. Wren steps closer to level with me and backs me up into the hall, holding my eyes hostage while he guides me back to his room. As soon as we’re inside with the door closed, he walks me back to the bed and shoves me down on it, leaning over me to lie between my legs.

“What’s wrong with you?” he whispers, bouncing his eyes between mine.

Lots of fuckin’ things, but I don’t tell him that.

Instead I slide my hands over his waist and down to his ass, squeezing hard to pull him into me. A sexy little groan slips from his throat and he props himself up on one elbow beside my head, gently running his thumb over the pulsing vein in my neck. He’s not stupid – he’s the only person in the world who can see right through me and my bullshit with little to no effort – but he’s also not a mind reader, and he can’t possibly begin to understand the root of my anger.

“What are you hiding from me, Lev?”

“Nothing,” I lie, fucking hating myself for doing it, but I’d rather hate myself than have him hate me.

I can’t deal with that.

Not yet.

“Stop lying to me,” he pleads, dipping his head to speak over my lips. “Tell me something real, Lev.”

I sigh heavily and drop my head back on the sheet, hesitating a long minute before I decide to give him what he wants. “Remember the day we got back from Cancun and you found me at Ryan’s with a black eye?”

He nods, confused.

“I didn’t get into a fight, Wren,” I say quietly, swallowing the lump in my throat when I catch the realization in his eyes. “I punched a brick wall, busted my own hand just to make it look like I did.”

Silence follows and his jaw locks, his entire body damn near shaking against mine.

“Killian,” he guesses, pulling me back when I try to look away. “He hits you?”

I don’t answer that, but it seems I don’t need to.

He already knows.

He scans every inch of my face like he’s recalling every mark he’s ever seen on me and I wait, expecting him to go off on me for keeping this to myself all this time. He doesn’t do that, though. Instead he takes my face in his hands and dips his head to kiss me, claiming my mouth with his until all I feel is him.

He’s erasing the pain the only way he knows how, and I’m the lying motherfucker selfish enough to let him do it.

Chapter Twenty

Wren

“He told you, didn’t he?”

My jaw ticks at the sound of her voice and I lean forward to rest my elbows on my knees, flicking my lighter to burn the end of my joint. “You knew.”

Callie raises a brow at my tone and changes course, dropping down on the wooden coffee table in front of me so I’m forced to face her fully. “That sounds an awful lot like an accusation, ganja man.”

“Because it is one, Callie,” I bite out, scrubbing my hands over my face in an attempt to calm myself down, but it doesn’t work. “Fuck, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Not my place to tell,” she says simply, shrugging like it’s obvious.

I grind my teeth and look away from her, spotting Levi leaning back on the edge of Ryan’s kitchen island with a red cup in his hand and his eyes on me, still watching me from a distance the same way he’s been watching me all night.

He won’t listen to me.

It doesn’t matter what I say, he refuses to go to the cops and make that evil piece of shit pay for everything he’s done to him. He won’t let me tell my dad, won’t even let me tell my brothers, and it’s taking everything I have not to go after Killian Matthews myself and break every bone in his goddamn body until he learns to keep his hands to himself and off what’s mine.

“Wren.”

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