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“Turn around.”

I raise a brow but do as I’m told, turning over to lie down on my stomach with my legs spread out either side of his. He takes my waist to get the angle he wants and teases my hole with the tip of his cock, slowly stretching me out a minute before he slides it inside me. I squeeze my eyes shut and fist the sheet with both hands, dropping my head to bite my knuckle.

“Motherfucke– fuck, that’s deep.”

He laughs lightly and leans over me until his chest covers my back, holding himself up on one elbow beside my head to speak in my ear. “You want me to stop?”

I shake my head no and breathe like he taught me to, forcing myself to relax while he pulls out a little bit just to push back in. His hips bump my ass and he kisses my neck, grinding on me in small, slow circles that have us both groaning with need.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he whispers, sliding his hand over my ribs. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? How hard it was for me to watch you fuck that hot little bitch right in front of me?”

I nod, tangling my fingers in his hair to hold him down on me. “Not then but I do now.”

“Yeah?” he teases, taking the lube to cover his hand with it. “How’s that?”

“Because the thought of you fucking anyone who’s not me makes me wanna kill you.”

He laughs at me and I pull his mouth to mine, eagerly lifting my hips for him while he reaches down beneath me to wrap his fist around my cock. He sucks on my tongue while he gets me off and I moan, fucking him back hit for hit while he fucks me hard and fast.

“Harder, Lev,” I plead, digging my nails into the back of his head. “Make it hurt.”

“Jesus, fuck, Wren,” he growls, moving his mouth down to my neck to bite me there.

He gives me what I want and my eyes roll, my heart beating so fast I’m sure it’s about to fall right out of my chest. My cock jerks and pulses in his hand and I come, shaking like a fucking leaf while he pins my ass to finish inside me. I face plant the pillow and he drops his head down on my shoulder, pulling out a minute later to fall down on his side beside me. I crack an eye open to look at him and he slides his arm beneath my head, pulling me into him until my chest bumps his. I hide a grin and so does he, taking my face in his hand to slide his thumb over my cheek.

“The fuck’s happening to us, Lev?”

“I don’t know but I want more.”

“More what?”

“More you,” he whispers, speaking over my lips. “Whatever this is, I just fuckin’ want it. I want all of you.”

I laugh lightly at that, not missing the meaning behind his words.

He wants my heart?

He’s got it.

The fucker.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Levi

“I’m hungry,” Callie whines, climbing out of the big ass infinity pool to steal Wren’s joint. “You boys ever gonna feed me or just sit there lookin’ pretty all day?”

We all laugh at her and Damon leans forward on the seat beside mine, taking her hand to pull her down on him. “What do you want?”

“Pizza,” she grins, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “And chocolate covered doughnuts.”

He grins back and lifts his phone to his ear to get her what she wants, playing with the strings of her bikini while he kisses the corner of her mouth. Wren and Kai pretend to gag and I snort, running my fingers over the deep ridges of his abs while I slide my hand through his hair. He’s leaning back between my legs on one of the sun beds up on the roof of Kingston Palace – a secret little hideaway they built for themselves a few months back. My Blood by Twenty One Pilots plays through the speakers set up in the corner and he reaches over to take his joint back from Callie, tipping his head back on my shoulder to look at me. He takes a hit and I dip my head to press my lips to his, shotgunning it from him like he wants me to. He hits me with that lazy ass grin and I blow my smoke out to the side, sliding my arms around his waist to kiss his neck.

“How the fuck did I end up surrounded by a bunch of sappy fuckin’ couples?” Kai asks, flicking his wrist at us from his seat beside Damon and Callie. “You two are so fuckin’ gone for each other I’m surprised Wren’s not pregnant already,” he says, quickly moving on to the other couple before Wren can get a word in. “And you two were way more fun to be around when you were chokin’ her out every five seconds.”

“I still do that, brother,” Damon teases, sliding his hand over Callie’s chest to wrap it around her throat. “She likes it, don’t you baby?”

She nods and Kai smirks, standing from his seat to go grab another drink from the bar. He comes back a minute later with five beers in his hands and passes me one, tossing my phone down on my thigh with his head cocked to the side.

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