Page 7 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Dad wants her to talk to someone when we get back.”

Levi snorts and I laugh lightly, looking at Damon. “You mean a therapist?”

He nods, still not taking his eyes off her.

“Good luck with that, brother.”

Kai walks over a couple minutes later with our drinks in hand and a grinning Callie on his back, laughing to himself when Damon hits him with a glare that would make any other fucker shit themselves. He tosses her down on his lap and Damon wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his bare chest.

“Miss me, did you?” she teases, passing us all a beer each while she licks the chocolate ice cream cone in her hand.

He nods, leaning over to snatch a bite between his teeth. “Where’s mine?”

“I thought you liked to share,” she shrugs, smirking when she catches Levi’s eyes narrowed on the side of her face. “Sup, gorgeous?”

He glares like he’s ready to choke the shit out of her and I hide a laugh, tipping my chin at Ryan when he walks over to us with a smug ass grin on his face, dragging his new girl along by her hand.

“Good morning, Ray-Ray,” Kai teases, falling in line on her other side to wrap his arm around her neck. “My boy keepin’ you up at night?”

“If your boy doesn’t move his bitchy little ass outta that bed tomorrow morning I’m leaving the fucker here,” she fires back, dropping down on the empty bed beside Callie and Damon. “Lazy bastard.”

We all laugh at that and Callie leans over to grab their drinks, passing Ryan a beer and Rachel a yellow cocktail with a pink umbrella on top. She takes it and leans back, side eyeing Callie while she drops her designer sunglasses over her face.

“You’re wet.”

“You’re gettin’ fucked,” Callie throws back, sliding her tongue back and forth between her teeth. “He good?”

“Girl, he’s better than good,” she smirks, twisting a curly strand of blood red hair around her finger. “That boy can go all night long.”

“Damn,” Callie whispers, moving her eyes over Ryan and his form. “How big–”

Damon shoves her forward to smack her ass and the girls laugh at him, but he’s not mad about it. He just rolls his eyes and twists her until she’s straddling his lap, watching her mouth while she licks her now melting ice cream. She slides her tongue over her lip ring and leans in closer to him, grabbing the back of his neck to speak in his ear. Whatever she says has his eyes blazing with heat, and then he’s up, squeezing her ass to wrap her legs around his waist.

“Where’re you goin’?”

“Bed.”

Kai grins at that, jumping up to set his drink down on the coffee table. “Can I come?”

Damon doesn’t answer that. Instead he shoves his ass, smirking when Kai lands in the pool with a loud splash. Callie laughs her ass off and wraps her free hand around Damon’s neck, moaning when he snatches her lip ring between his teeth. Kai feigns a pout and climbs out to snatch his beer, dropping back down in his seat beside Rachel. Ryan sits down between Rachel’s legs and leans back on her chest, grinning up at her like a love sick moron, and then I’m left alone with the idiot beside me, not missing the way he hasn’t taken his hungry eyes off me in the last twenty minutes.

I don’t look, though.

Don’t fucking look, Wren.

“You know, for a guy who says he doesn’t want me..” he says quietly, leaning over me to speak in my ear. “You sure fuckin’ think about me enough.”

I ignore that, shoving his head away to relight Callie’s joint. He laughs at me and moves to stand, shamelessly adjusting his cock in his shorts while he walks for the bar to grab himself another drink. I chew my lip and take the opportunity to move my eyes over the dips and ripples of his abs, simply watching him move. His caramel colored skin is flawless and free of any ink or scars, and my cock aches in my shorts at the thought of marking him, leaving my mark on him, digging my teeth and nails into his body until he hurts like I do.

Fuck, I need to get a grip.

Feeling eyes on me, I lift mine and remove my teeth from my lip, locking my jaw when I realize he’s caught me staring at him again. He smirks and leans back against the bar, holding my eyes hostage while he lifts a fresh beer to his lips. He swirls his tongue around the tip to fuck with me and I groan quietly, dropping my head back to look at the sky a minute.

One more day.

Just one more fuckin’ day.

I hate this fuckin’ place.

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