Reckless at Westbrook High (The Kingston Brothers #2)

by Bethany Winters

  “Choke me,” I rasp, taking his hand to move it to the back of my head.

  He groans like he’s being tortured but does as he’s told, tangling his fingers in my hair to hold me down on him. “Let go of my dick and open your mouth.”

  I do and he lifts his ass off the bed, slowly rolling his hips up to fuck my throat. The sensation makes me gag a little bit and he tries to pull out, tipping his head back on his shoulders when I take his waist to hold him there, not letting him go.

  “Fuck, Wren,” he moans, making me feel like the motherfucking king of the world when his eyes roll back in his head.

  His grip on my hair tightens to painful and I grin, knowing he’s close.

  “You want it in your mouth?”

  I can’t speak so I nod, taking him even deeper to set him off. His cock pulses against my tongue and I look up at him, enjoying myself a lot more than I thought I would while I watch him fall apart. His cum shoots down my throat and I swallow as much as I can without choking on it, keeping my lips wrapped around him to make sure I get it all.

  “Fuck me,” he rasps, quickly sitting up to pull me into him despite the lack of air in his lungs. “Do you have any idea how fuckin’ hot you look right now?”

  I lick both corners of my lips and pull his mouth to mine, forcing him to taste himself the same way he did me all those months ago. The greedy fucker sucks on my tongue and pops the button on my jeans to take my cock out, pulling me down on him to straddle his thighs.

  “You ready to come for me?” he teases my lips, smirking when I nod.

  He leans back on one hand and strokes my painfully hard cock with the other, somehow knowing what I want without having to ask. My breathing picks up and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, dropping my eyes to the hickeys and scratch marks I left all over his body. My eyes darken at the edges and I come with a groan, grinding my ass on his lap while I mark his abs with my own release.

  Mine.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Levi

  I wake up to find my arms and legs wrapped around Wren Kingston with his back to my chest, fucking loving the way his hot body feels pressed up against mine. I’ve never shared a bed with another person before, never even crept into my parent’s room when I was a kid, the soulless assholes they are, but I can’t deny it feels pretty damn good to wake up like this.

  Don’t get used to it, idiot.

  I ignore that and listen to him breathe a while, half hoping this moment lasts forever, but then he mutters something I don’t catch and shifts his hips a little bit, rubbing his ass on my dick.

  “Fuck,” I whisper to myself, sliding my hand over his abs to keep him there.

  Still half asleep, he takes my wrist and moves it lower, not stopping until the tips of my fingers brush the waistband of his boxers. I give him what he wants and drop my mouth to the black angel wings on the back of his neck, groaning when I feel how hard he is for me. Unable to move the arm beneath his head, I let go of his cock and push his boxers down to his thighs, grinning to myself when he growls in protest.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shh, you’ll like it,” I whisper, taking my dick out to push the tip against his ass.

  He tenses and I smirk, leaving it there to wrap my fist around his cock again. I stroke him slowly at first, dipping my head to kiss the crook of his neck while I get him off, but then he moans and starts to grind on me, already wanting more.

  “Fuck, Wren,” I rasp, rolling my hips on him to give him the friction he’s craving.

  His cock thickens in my hand so I push against him a little harder, matching his pace hit for hit.

  “Oh my fucking god,” he groans loudly, tipping his head back on my shoulder.

  “Shh,” I tease, covering his mouth with my free hand. “She’ll hear you.”

  “I don’t give a fuck,” he mumbles, pushing his ass back on my cock like he’s desperate to get the tip in.

  It’s not going anywhere, not without lube, anyway, but it seems he’s dead set on trying.

  “Fuck, Lev, I’m gonna come.”

  I rip the blanket away and sit up to shove him down on his back, kneeling between his thighs to take his cock into my mouth. He fists my hair with one hand and the sheet with the other, throwing his head back on his pillow when I use two fingers to tease the spot I know drives him crazy.

  “Fuck,” he growls, holding me down on him while he fills my throat with his cum.

  I swallow most of it and dip my head to spit a little bit on his ass, gently pushing my finger inside him to the second knuckle. I scoot up to kneel between his thighs and take my cock in my hand, smirking when he shivers and jerks beneath me.

  He fucking loves this.

  My vision blurs at the thought of him squeezing my cock the way he’s squeezing my finger and I come hard, biting down on my lip to shut myself up while I cover his hips with my own release. We stay quiet a minute while we attempt to catch our breath, then he cracks an eye open and looks up at me, feigning annoyance.

  “Do you know how many fuckin’ showers I’ve had in the last twelve hours?”

  I frown at that, thinking. “Five?”

  “Six.”

  That has me grinning, proud of myself, but he just rolls his eyes and tosses a pillow at my head, making me laugh. He kisses me before he leaves to go take shower number seven and I drop down on my back, sliding my phone from the nightstand to check the time. It’s just after ten am now, so I scroll through my contacts to find Ross’s name and hit the call button.

  “Yeah?” he answers, sounding breathless.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Fuckin’ my girlfriend.”

  I shake my head at that, raising a brow when I hear her moaning through the phone. “Are you gonna stop?”

  “Are you ordering me to stop?”

  “No.”

  “Then, no,” he says simply, cursing under his breath a second before he speaks again. “What’s up?”

  “Am I on speaker?”

  “Course not.”

  “I need you to follow someone for a while,” I say quietly, keeping my voice low to ensure no one hears me. “Freya Thorne. She’s a senior at my high school. I wanna know everywhere she goes and everyone she talks to.”

  “Can I kill her?”

  “No.”

  “Can I fuck her?”

  “No,” I roll my eyes, laughing lightly when I hear what sounds like a slap in the background.

  “Fuck, bitch. I was kidding.”

  He wasn’t kidding. He’d fuck the little whore in a heartbeat given the chance, girlfriend be damned, but I’m not about to call him out on it.

  “You start today. I’ll text you the info.”

  “Alright, bye.”

  I hang up on him and shoot him Freya’s details along with a recent photo I took from her Instagram account, then I delete the messages and drop my head back on the headboard, lifting Wren’s pillow over my face to cover the self hate. I know I’m an asshole for going behind his back like this, but I can’t tell him about Ross or the little jobs he does for me alongside working for my father, not without raising questions I can’t answer.

  Just then, the bedroom door opens and I tense, groaning when a light body jumps on top of me to straddle my hips through the blanket.

  “Wren!” Callie squeals, way too excited to see him for my liking. “Tell me everything. Did he fuck you? Did you fuck hi–”

  I toss the pillow to the side and she screams, jumping out of her skin when she gets a look at me. Instead of moving her ass from my lap, she remains frozen where she sits wearing these thin little shorts and an even thinner tank, staring at me with her mouth parted. Her eyes drop to the cut on my lip followed by the hickeys on my neck and I raise a brow, barely managing to hide my amusement when she shamelessly pulls the blanket back an inch to get a look at the scratches and bite marks covering my abs.

  Still a brave little shit.

  Just as I think it, her
eyes hit mine and I force my features even, scared she’ll recognize me if I let her look too close.

  “Callie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Get off me.”

  “Right, sorry,” she mutters, clearing her throat to hide a laugh.

  She moves to do as she’s told, but then Damon appears in the open doorway and glares, locking his jaw when he gets a look at me in his little brother’s bed with his wife’s pussy damn near resting on my cock.

  Oh, shit.

  He steps closer and I jump to my feet before he can grab me, fully intent on running away from him. “Dude, I didn’t touch her, I swear.”

  Callie laughs for real this time and I roll my eyes, secretly thankful she’s standing between me and him. It probably won’t take him long to get around her to choke me to death with his bare hands, but at least it’ll give me a little head start.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asks her, wrapping his hand around her throat to pull her into him when she fails to hide that stupid fucking grin.

  “I thought he was Wren.”

  “Does he look like Wren?”

  “I look like Wren,” Kai jokes, leaning back against the doorframe to eye me and my half naked form. “Apparently I’m not as mean as he is, though.”

  I raise a brow at that, knowing he’s full of shit, but he just smirks, looking at Callie while he pulls out a gold key from the pocket of his sweats.

  “Wanna come play with me, sister?”

  She smirks back and moves to follow him, wrapping her arm around his waist while they walk down the hall to go scare the shit out of Freya, I’m guessing. Damon turns to look at me and I take an instinctive step back, watching him closely while he bounces his eyes between me and the bathroom door behind me.

  “If you hurt him, I’ll fucking kill you.”

  I nod, knowing he means that. “Okay.”

  He rolls his lips to hide a tiny little grin and I relax some, quickly knocking his fist with mine before I turn around to walk into the bathroom. Hot steam fills the space and I look over to find Wren standing in the massive walk in shower with his back to me – butt ass naked, dripping wet and sexy as fuck. He tips his head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair and I drag my lip through my teeth, enjoying myself while I watch the soap bubbles sliding over his caramel tanned skin. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to feel his body on mine when he looks the way he does right now, I drop my boxers to my ankles and walk over to him, sliding my hands around his waist to pull his back to my chest.

  “Took you long enough,” he mutters, tipping his head back on my shoulder.

  “Sorry,” I whisper, walking him forward until the shower head covers us both. “Fucking Callie jumped on my dick and almost got me killed.”

  “What?” he laughs, pulling his brows in when he catches the look on my face.

  “She thought I was you.”

  He smirks at that, lifting his hand to the back of my head to pull my mouth down to his neck. “You like her.”

  “I don’t like her,” I argue, sliding my tongue over the spot. “I only tolerate the little brat cause’ I don’t feel like getting my ass handed to me on the regular.”

  “Liar.”

  I roll my eyes and he laughs at me, taking the shampoo from the side to pop the cap off the top. He turns to face me and I cock my head at him, watching him squeeze a little bit onto his palm.

  “Didn’t you just do that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You gonna do mine now?” I joke, feeling hella awkward at the thought, but then he runs his fingers through my hair and I groan before I can stop it, sliding my hands down to his waist to pull him into me.

  “Anyone ever do this for you, Lev?” he asks, gently tipping my head back to rinse it off.

  “My nannie, probably.”

  “Did you like her?”

  “She didn’t talk to me.”

  “What? Why?”

  “She was Russian,” I lie, shrugging despite the pathetic kick in my heart I’ve learned to ignore by now. “Couldn’t speak a word of English.”

  His brows dip and he bounces his eyes between mine, searching for something. “Tell the truth for once.”

  “What?”

  “Every time I ask you something about your family or your life, you lie about it.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “You just lied again.”

  “How do you know that?” I frown, swallowing when he backs me up into the wall.

  “I know you a lot better than you think I do,” he whispers, taking the shower gel from the side to flick it open. “Tell me something real, Lev.”

  I hold my breath while I attempt to come up with something to say, visibly shivering when he slides his soapy hands over my chest. He holds my eyes hostage while he continues this torturous assault on my body and I can’t move, let alone think.

  “I had a new nanny almost every other month,” I rasp, speaking over his lips. “They weren’t allowed to talk to me and my parents fired every single one of them who did.”

  He freezes with his hands on my abs, and I don’t miss the way his eyes flare with a clear mixture of confusion and anger. “Why the fuck would they do that?”

  “Because they hate me.”

  His brows jump and I close my eyes, dropping my head back against the wall.

  Fuck.

  “Lev..”

  “Story time’s over, Wren,” I mutter, moving to leave, but then he snatches my throat and shoves my ass back, pinning my body to the marble with his hips.

  “You’re a stubborn little prick, you know that?”

  “You’re a nosy little asshole, you know that?”

  He barks out a laugh and I grin, smashing my mouth on his for no reason other than the fact he makes my heart fucking fly when he makes that sound.

  I’m so fucking gone for this guy.

  He reaches over to shut the water off and I wrap my arms around his waist, looking right when I hear what sounds like Freya screaming Wren’s name a couple rooms over. He tenses and I smirk, dipping my head to retake his mouth with mine.

  “I don’t want her touching you, anymore.”

  “Why not?” he asks, tightening his grip on my neck to kiss me back.

  Because you’re mine.

  “Because I said so,” I say instead, groaning when he snatches my bottom lip between his teeth.

  “You realize you’re not the boss of me, right?”

  “You sure about that, bottom boy?”

  “I’m not a fuckin’ bottom boy.”

  “Says the little spoon.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “I will,” I assure him, twisting his neck to the side to speak in his ear. “Hard.”

  He shivers against me and I kiss him again, sliding my free hand over his spine to grab his ass.

  Right then, every doubt I’ve had about me and him since Callie showed up disintegrates to nothing. I’m keeping him for life, and fuck if I’m about to let any motherfucker take him away from me.

  He’s mine and he’ll stay mine.

  Whether he likes it or not.

  “How the fuck am I supposed to cover these, man?”

  “You’re not,” he says simply, shrugging while he pulls a black t–shirt over his head. “Problem solved.”

  I raise a brow at that, eyeing him over my shoulder while he follows me downstairs to the elevator. “You really are a psycho, huh?”

  He laughs at me and snatches my hand to pull me into him, lightly brushing his thumb over the hickeys on my neck and throat like he’s proud of them. “Where’d you think you’re goin’?”

  “Home..” I draw out, frowning when he shakes his head and drags me back towards the kitchen.

  “Wrong.”

  I frown some more and look over at the island, finding Damon watching us over his phone with that tiny little half grin on his face. Wren drops me down in the seat opposite him and moves for the coffee maker, keeping his back to
us while he grabs four mugs from the cupboard overhead.

  “Don’t say a fuckin’ word.”

  “I wouldn’t dare, little brother,” Damon teases, laughing lightly when Wren clips the back of his head with a hand towel. “Ow, fucker.”

  Wren smirks and passes me a black coffee across the counter, adding a shit load of sugar to it before doing the same to his own. He looks at me and I hide a grin, reading his mind. He hasn’t taken his coffee without sugar since the day he accidentally took a sip of mine when we were having breakfast at Lucky’s Diner a few years back. He choked on it and told me I’d probably die of a sugar induced heart attack by the time I’m twenty five, then he swallowed the whole fuckin’ thing and ordered us another two.

  “Have they not come down yet?” he asks Damon, dropping down in the seat next to mine.

  “Nope.”

  “The fuck’s takin’ so long? All they had to do was unlock the d–”

  “Get off me, Kai,” Callie growls, kicking her legs out while he drags her downstairs with his arms locked around her waist. “I told you I wouldn’t really do it.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “I don’t give a f–”

  “Quit bein’ a brat and do as you’re told for once.”

  “Call me a brat one more time, fuck boy.”

  “And what?” he laughs at her, carrying her over to the kitchen. “You’ll shoot me?”

  “You’re so fuckin’ dramatic,” she informs him, squealing when he tosses her down on Damon’s lap with a little more force than necessary. “Prick.”

  “What’d she do now?” Damon asks him, sliding his hands around her waist to pull her back to his chest.

  “Pulled a fuckin’ gun on her.”

  “Snitch.”

  “Brat.”

  She shoots forward to try and smack him and he smirks, sliding her gun to Damon across the counter while he drops down in the empty seat next to me. Damon sighs and picks it up before she can snatch it, locking his jaw when he unclips the magazine to check it.

  “It’s fucking loaded?”

  “It’s always loaded,” she fires back, and I do my best to hide the way my lip twitches a little bit at those three simple words alone.