Page 75 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Fucking hell.

My best friend looks at me and I chew the inside of my cheek, nervously running a hand over the back of my neck. It’s clear they’ve talked about this before tonight, but despite the fact they’re half right, they’ve got it all wrong.

We could die for this if the wrong people ever found out, and even though I’d give anything to do everything she just said and more, I’m not about to risk Wren’s life just to make him mine for every motherfucker to see.

He’s mine behind closed doors.

It’s not nearly enough, but it has to be.

We don’t have a fucking choice here.

“Rachel,” Wren tips his chin, leaning back against the staircase with his arms crossed over his chest. “If you tell anyone about this–”

“Psycho Callie kicks my ass, I pack my shit and I’m gone,” she finishes for him, rolling her eyes. “I got it.”

He raises a lazy ass brow and she grins, batting her lashes at him like the cocky little shit she is. I shake my head at her and take Wren’s hand, locking our fingers together while I back him up towards the front door.

“Yo, wait a sec,” Ryan calls, gesturing between us with the top of his beer. “Who’s the boss between you two?”

“I am,” we say together, making them laugh.

“The fuck you are,” I throw back, hitting him with a look that says I’m the fucking top and you know it.

He smirks and pulls me out to Kai’s car parked on the driveway, walking me over to the passenger side to open the door for me. “Get in, girlfriend.”

I snort and shove his head away, flipping him off when he winks at me and walks around to the driver’s side.

“Asshole.”

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A little while later, Wren tosses his keys at valet and slips him a couple hundred bucks to keep his mouth shut, same thing he does every time he brings me here after hours. We walk through the lobby and he uses his keycard to open the elevator, taking a quick look over his shoulder before he pushes me inside and backs me up against the mirrored wall.

“Aren’t there cameras in here?” I whisper, groaning when he takes my mouth with his. “Dude, we’re gonna get caught.”

“We’re not gonna get caught,” he assures me, taking my waist with both hands to grind on me. “I already paid the guards to cut us out whenever we come and go.”

“How much?”

“Five grand each.”

“Jesus, Wren,” I mutter, laughing lightly when he grins. “Are you outta your fuckin’ mind?”

“Maybe,” he teases, dragging my bottom lip through his teeth. “You like it, though.”

Fuck yeah, I do.

“You gonna fuck me again?”

“You want me to?”

He nods and pulls me out through the doors, keeping his mouth on mine while he backs us up towards the stairs. I fist the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his abs, planning on pulling it all the way off, but then a throat clears somewhere beside us and we jump as one, finding Damon, Kai, Callie and Freya fucking Thorne standing in the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes narrowed on us.

Fuck.

Callie winces and Wren frowns, sighing when he catches the look on his twin brother’s face.

“Dad called me Kai.”

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