Reckless at Westbrook High (The Kingston Brothers #2)

by Bethany Winters

  Over and over again.

  Hard and fucking deep.

  “Goddamnit, Lev, you’re so fuckin’ hot.”

  He laughs lightly and links his fingers with mine, driving me wild with his mouth and fuck, he does that thing with his tongue and I’m gone. He swallows every drop I give him and I fall back against the door, pulling him up to pop the button on his jeans. He takes my wrist like he’s about to stop me and I raise a brow, smacking his hand away to take what’s mine.

  “Wren, you don’t have t–”

  I wrap my fist around his cock and he groans, leaning his hand on the door above my head while I drop down to take him into my mouth. I tilt my head back to slide my tongue over the tip and he growls quietly, tangling his fingers in my hair to keep me still.

  “Fuckin’ cock tease.”

  I grin and open wide to gag myself on it, enjoying the way his eyes roll back in his head while I push him closer and closer to the edge. I reach around to dig my nails into his ass and he loses it, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to fill my throat with his hot release.

  “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, pulling out to run his thumb over my bottom lip. “You drive me fucking insane, you know that?”

  I nod and he pulls me up to my feet, wrapping his arms around my waist to retake my mouth with his. We kiss for what feels like forever and I take his face in my hands, pulling back an inch to look him in the eye.

  “Tell me I can trust you, Lev,” I whisper, hating how vulnerable I sound right now, but I have to know. “No more lies. No more secrets. Just.. fuck, man, please tell me there’s nothin’ else.”

  He hesitates, opening his mouth just to snap it shut again. “Fuck.”

  This motherfucker.

  “Lev, I swear to god–”

  “I promised Callie I’d help her kill my dad on her eighteenth birthday,” he rushes out, wincing when he catches the shock on my face. “And Frank. We were supposed to kill Jason as well but then Katherine shot him in the head and Callie showed up here and I swear I didn’t know she was your stepsister until the day she broke Madison’s nose and then Damon fell in love with her and I didn’t know what to fuckin’ do because she would’ve lost her shit and I would’ve lost you and I can’t fucking breathe without you and I–”

  “Lev?”

  “What?”

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  He releases the breath he was holding and grins, moving in to do as he’s told. “Now what?”

  “Now?” I tease, dragging his bottom lip through my teeth. “Now you’re gonna tell me how the fuck you think you’re gonna pull this off without getting caught.”

  He smirks and slides his hands through mine, pulling me away from the door to lead me over to the bathroom counter. “Listen and learn, baby.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Levi

  “How bad do you wanna fuck me right now?”

  I frown at that, lifting my eyes from my phone to look at Kai. “The fuck?”

  “You’re fuckin’ my twin,” he informs me, purposely moving his eyes over my form while he lifts his hood over his head. “I know you think I’m hot.”

  I raise a brow and he snatches the phone from my hand, leaning back against the island beside me to read the messages between me and Ross just now. I shake my head at him but let him do his thing all the same, knowing he still doesn’t trust me fully.

  Ross: Zane found Frank.

  Levi: Where was he?

  Ross: Getting his dick sucked at the club in LA. Stupid fucker didn’t even see him coming.

  Levi: What’s Killian doing?

  Ross: Still planning your wedding at this dumb ass country club. He’s yours when you want him.

  Levi: We want him now.

  Ross: Text me when you leave.

  Ross: And tell Callie I said she’s pretty.

  Ross: But don’t let Damon hear.

  Levi: Idiot.

  “Happy?”

  His jaw ticks but he forces a cocky ass grin, pushing himself off the counter to level with me.

  “Kai, don’t–”

  His hips bump mine and he rests his hands on the marble either side of me, caging me in with his big ass body and his baby blue eyes – eyes filled with something that looks an awful lot like heat, but I know better.

  Kai doesn’t like liars.

  He’s also a lot more sensitive than he looks.

  He won’t say it out loud – he’d rather run his big mouth and play these stupid games than tell me about his feelings – but I know the truth.

  I hurt him when I hurt his family and he’s pissed at me.

  “Kai.”

  “What, Lev?” he whispers, dipping his head to tease my mouth with his.

  I ignore that and grab his jaw, pushing his face back an inch to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry, okay? I know I fucked up before but you don’t have to do this. I won’t break him or cheat on him or any of this other shit runnin’ through your head right now. And I’m not just fuckin’ him. I love him, Kai. Only him.”

  He licks his lips and bounces his eyes between mine, openly searching for intent, but then the tension fades and he nods, satisfied with whatever he sees.

  “Fine,” he shrugs, tossing me my phone back. “I like pussy better, anyway.”

  I snort and shove his head away, knowing that’s Kai speak for I forgive you, fucker. He shoves the gun Elijah gave him just now into the waistband of his jeans and I do the same with mine, looking up when I spot Wren walking downstairs with Damon and Callie following closely behind him.

  It’s not her birthday for another few hours, but Ross told us Killian’s fixing to kidnap us again tomorrow for this fucking wedding he’s planning, which is why we’re gonna take him by surprise and kidnap him tonight, hit him where it hurts and take every fucking thing he has, starting with the second thing he loves most.

  His money.

  “You boys ready?” Callie asks, grinning from ear to ear at the thought of what we’re about to do.

  I nod and crook a finger at Wren, taking his gun from the island to slide it into his waistband. He jolts when my hand brushes his dick and I smirk, curling my fingers beneath his hoodie to pull his mouth to mine.

  “Lev..”

  “Later, baby,” I whisper, pulling back a bit to adjust my cock in my jeans.

  Callie wiggles her brows at me and I flip her off, smiling to myself when I realize she’s wearing the big ass hoodie I gave her in the park that night – the same one she was wearing when I ran into her in the hall that first day at school all those months ago.

  She forgives me, too.

  Just as I think it, Damon freezes where he stands and looks from his wife to me and back again, pulling his head back when it hits him. “Is that his?”

  All heads turn her way and she opens and closes her mouth a couple times, unsure what to say. “Uh.. no?”

  “Callie..”

  “Yes, Damon?”

  “I fucked you in that.”

  “And it was so good, baby,” she teases, smirking when he glares and backs her up against the wall.

  “You think you’re funny?”

  “I think you’re overreacting.”

  “Is that right?”

  She nods and he cocks his head, leaving her there while he turns to walk for the stairs. He comes back a minute later with another black hoodie in his hand and pushes mine over her shoulders, tossing it to me just to replace it with his own. He pulls the hood up over her head and zips it up to her chin, taking her face in her hands to smash his mouth on hers.

  “Mine.”

  She bites her lip ring to hide a grin and I fight to keep mine in check, laughing lightly when she cuts her eyes to me.

  “Shut up.”

  “I didn’t say shit.”

  She flips me off and I laugh for real this time, pulling my phone out to text Ross to let him know we’re on our way. Damon moves to grab his gun from the kitchen counter and Callie snatches the hoodie
from my hand, quickly shoving it beneath one of the black throw pillows on the couch. I shake my head at her but she pretends not to notice, casually falling in line beside us while we walk for the elevator. Damon side eyes her and she smiles at him, rolling her eyes when she catches the amusement on my face.

  “Don’t even flatter yourself, gorgeous,” she mutters, keeping her voice low so only I can hear her. “It’s comfy as fuck and it’s mine, alright?”

  “Alright.”

  “I hate you.”

  “I hate you more.”

  “You do not hate me,” she throws back, eyeing me over her shoulder while she wraps her arm around Wren’s waist. “Your boyfriend told me so.”

  The twins hit us with their stupid ass matching grins and I feign a glare, snatching Wren’s hand to pull him away from her and into me.

  “Fuckin’ brat.”

  “What’d you just call me?”

  “Nothin’.”

  Twenty minutes later, the five of us pull our hoods over our heads and make our way up the driveway towards my father’s house. I’m fully aware no one’s home right now, but as soon as Killian realizes what we’re doing here, he’ll quit hiding like the pussy he is and come running, just like we want him to.

  “This cocky fucker really keeps all his cash hidden in his own house?” Callie whispers. “Like all of it?”

  I nod and take my key out to open the garage door, tilting my head for them to follow me inside. They do and I check the time on my phone, knowing we won’t have long to get what we need and get out once the guard watching the cameras lets him know we’re here. We get to my father’s office on the west side of the house and I open the door, gesturing to the huge wooden bookcase on the left wall.

  “It’s that one.”

  The boys move to reveal the secret door behind it and I move for the trap door hidden beneath the ugly ass rug in the center of the room, entering the nine digit code he gave me when I was twelve to get the safe open. I pocket Killian’s passport and reach inside to grab the key taped to the edge, quickly tossing it to Callie while I put everything back the way I found it. She unlocks the door and I stand to follow them, flicking the switch on the wall to illuminate the staircase leading to the circular vault at the end of the hallway. My chest tightens at the sight of it but I keep walking, doing my best to ignore the memories of him locking me in there when I was a kid, punishing me for fuck knows what. I don’t remember what I did wrong, all I remember is the blackness and the fear.. the hunger and the desperate need for human contact.. the hours I spent screaming for my mom, begging her to let me out.

  “Lev..”

  She never let me out.

  “Lev.”

  I blink and look left, clearing my throat when I catch the look on Wren’s face. “What?”

  His jaw ticks and he takes my face in his hands, gently running his thumbs over my cheeks while his eyes ask me a million questions I don’t like.

  “I hate this place, Wren,” I whisper, desperately trying to pull myself together because this is not the time for a mental breakdown, but I can’t seem to stop it. “This whole house.. it’s fucking toxic, man.”

  He swallows and tightens his grip on me, sliding one of his hands down to mine to remove my nails from my palm. “Unlock the door, Lev.”

  I nod and force myself to do as I’m told, ignoring the eyes on me while I place my hand on the glass panel beside the door. The scanner flashes from blue to green and I release the breath I was holding, thankful the paranoid fucker didn’t think to remove my handprint from the system after the shit I pulled on him last weekend. It probably never even occurred to him that I’d do something like this – this is my inheritance, after all – but unfortunately for him, I don’t give a fuck.

  I don’t need a billion dollar empire to make me happy.

  The only thing I need is him.

  I twist both handles to pull the door open and walk inside, eyeing Callie over my shoulder when she freezes where she stands with her jaw on the floor.

  “Holy shit,” she says, moving her eyes over the four foot stack of hundred dollar bills piled up on the crate set up in the center of the space. “Holy shit.”

  We laugh at her and she snaps her mouth shut, muttering something about fuckin’ rich boys while she snatches one of the several empty duffel bags at Kai’s feet. Me and the boys do the same and move to fill them as quickly as possible, knowing we don’t have much time left considering Killian’s probably lost his fucking mind by this point. We take every dollar there is and make a run for it, rushing back up to the office and out through the house to get to the Lamborghinis parked just outside the front gate. The boys pop the trunks and we toss the bags inside, but then the sound of tyres screeching fills my ears and I look toward the sound, spotting three sets of headlights headed this way. We pull our guns out and fall in line as one just as my father’s SUVs skid to a stop beside us, effectively caging us in on all sides with no where to go.

  “Callie, get behind us.”

  “Fuck that.”

  Damon growls and locks his arm around her waist, pulling her back to his chest to cover her heart with his free hand. “Will you ever do as you’re told?”

  “Not today, big brother.”

  I snort and Wren slides his hand through mine, holding me tight while my father jumps out with five of his armed guards surrounding him – two on his left and two on his right with our boy standing right there at his back. Killian cranes his neck to get a look at the bags behind us and then cuts his eyes to mine, not even bothering to hide the pure hatred and disgust on his face at the sight of me and Wren together.

  “What now, idiot?” he snarls, speaking through his teeth. “Did you really think you’d get away w–”

  I grin like a maniac and Ross raises both of his guns to the men standing either side of him, popping off four bullets into each of their heads two at a time. They’re all dead before their bodies hit the floor and he winks at Callie, purposely eyeing her form while he chomps away on the gum in his mouth.

  “Sup, pretty girl?”

  She raises a brow and Killian roars, ripping his gun out from his waistband before he spins to face him fully. He opens his mouth to go off on him but Ross just clicks his tongue, stepping back with a laugh when Damon moves to get behind Killian. He snatches the gun from his hand and tosses it to Kai, shoving his foot into the back of his leg until his knees hit the concrete. He yanks his head back by his hair and Callie presses her gun to his cheek, leaning over him to get in his face.

  “What now, boss man?” she mocks him, smirking when he glares at her. “Do your thing, boys.”

  Kai gets behind him to tape his hands behind his back and Wren does the same with his ankles, ripping a smaller piece off to slap it over his mouth when he starts yelling shit no one cares about.

  “If you make his nose bleed it’ll make it harder for him to breathe,” Ross calls over his shoulder, shamelessly searching through the bags in Damon’s trunk to steal himself a tip for his efforts.

  I shake my head at him and Damon nods like he’s got a point, pulling his fist back to punch him in the nose. Killian grunts and we haul him up off the ground, ignoring whatever he’s trying to say while we shove him into the back seat of his own car. He falls down on his side and Wren slams the door in his face, quickly kissing my lips before he jumps into the passenger seat to wait for me. Damon and Callie take the SUV up front while Kai takes the one at the back and I turn to go talk to Ross, bouncing my eyes between his to check him.

  “You alright?”

  He nods and continues counting his cash, playing it off like the pro he is, but I’m not falling for it. He’s been waiting for this day for as long as we have, probably longer. I don’t know all the ins and outs of it, all I know is Killian raped his older sister when he was thirteen and he found her in the bathtub a few days later, lying naked in a pool of her own blood with her slashed wrists hanging over the edges.

  I don’t talk about tha
t, though.

  Boy’s got a switch and if you flip it, you’d better run and hide.

  “Don’t forget t–”

  “Burn the cameras, dump the bodies, take these badass cars to Ryan’s and go help Elijah with the rest,” he finishes, still nodding. “I got you.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  He bumps my fist and I move for the SUV in the middle, swinging the driver’s side door open to jump in beside Wren. He drops his hood down to his shoulders and I do the same, hitting the gas to fall in line between Damon and Kai. Killian mumbles something from the back seat but I ignore it, turning the music up a bit to drown him out. Parents by Yungblud plays through the speakers and Wren leans over the center console, taking my face in his hand to kiss me.

  “It’s later, baby,” he informs me, greedily taking my lip between his teeth.

  I laugh lightly and rake my hand through his hair, keeping one eye on the road while he teases my tongue with his. Killian gags behind the tape covering his mouth and Wren smirks, sliding his hand over my abs to grab my cock through my jeans. My hips buck and the horny fucker takes that as an invitation, popping the button there to pull my zipper down.

  “Wren.”

  “What, Lev?” he teases, moving his mouth down to my neck to kiss me there.

  Any protest I had dies in my throat and I drop my head back on the seat, barely managing to concentrate on driving while he takes my cock out fully. He wraps his fist around me and sucks on the vein in my neck, driving me wild with his mouth and his hands, then he pulls back a bit with this evil ass look on his face and dips his head to take me into his mouth.

  “Wren,” I growl, ripping my hand through his hair to pull him off me. “What the fuck are y–”

  He forces me down to the back of his throat and I groan, clenching my abs to stop myself from moving too much. It doesn’t work and I roll my hips out, stupidly allowing him better access to take what he wants from me. He digs his nails into my inner thigh and I bite down on my lip, bouncing my eyes between him and the highway to watch him swallow me down.