Levi: Does she know about me and you?
I hear it go off a second later and he lifts his hips, pulling it out from the pocket of his jeans to check it. He takes one look at the screen and glares, hiding it behind Freya’s back while he types away on it. The three little dots bounce on my screen but disappear just as quick, his jaw ticking while he decides what to say to me.
Wren: Yeah.
I raise a brow at that, eyeing him while I type out a reply.
Levi: You told her?
Wren: Course I fuckin’ didn’t.
Levi: How did she find out?
Those three dots appear on my screen again and I lean back in my seat, not missing the clear flash of hesitation in his eyes before he finally presses the send button.
Wren: Her cousin saw us in your room at Ryan’s that night. He told her.
I lock my jaw and squeeze the phone in my hand, once again imagining shoving my fork through Freya’s skinny little neck.
Levi: Is that why you’re with her? She’s fucking blackmailing you?
He hesitates again, and I don’t even have to look at the screen to know he’s just lied to me.
Wren: No.
Levi: You’re lying.
Wren: I’m not fucking lying.
Levi: Liar.
He glares and I glare right back at him, honest to god considering grabbing him again and dragging his ass back to the bathroom to shake some fucking sense out of him. He’s been avoiding me all day, refusing to talk to me like I’m the one who did him wrong, but I have a feeling it has less to do with me and more to do with the gold digging little whore on his lap.
He’s hiding something.
They all are.
Levi: Tell me the truth and I’ll let you fuck my mouth until you come down my throat. No strings. I promise.
That last part’s a lie, but he doesn’t need to know that.
Wren: Fuck you.
Levi: Baby, if anyone’s fucking anyone, it’s gonna be me fucking you.
His eyes widen and he clears his throat, quickly checking to make sure no one’s looking before he replies to me.
Wren: You wanna top me?
Ignoring the fact he’s had to have watched a little gay porn to know what top means, I look up at him and nod my head, biting my lip to hide my amusement when he swallows something that looks an awful lot like heat.
Levi: You like that?
He curses and looks away from me, tipping his chin when Callie and Rachel walk through the double doors with their sandwiches and coffees in hand. Damon finally relaxes for the first time in twenty minutes and Callie grins, dropping down in the chair next to his.
“Told you I’d live,” she jokes, squealing when he snatches her waist to pull her over onto his lap.
“You’re late,” he growls, glaring at Rachel when she laughs at him and drops down opposite them on the other side of Ryan.
“Relax, big brother, it was five minutes.”
“Big brother?” Freya echoes, side eyeing Callie with her nose crinkled. “Ew.”
Kai snorts and Wren shakes his head at her, hiding a grin when Damon wraps Callie’s hair around his fist to pull her head back on his shoulder. “Did you let anyone touch what’s mine while you were gone?”
She smirks and takes a bite of her ham and cheese, speaking around her food. “No.”
“Good girl,” he praises, keeping his eyes on Freya while he speaks in her ear. “Now tell her what I’m about to do to you on Miss Miller’s desk before class starts.”
“Bend me over, pull my jeans off and smack my ass for taking too long,” she rasps, jolting when he circles her clit with his middle finger over her jeans.
“Then what?”
“Fuck my pussy with your cock and my ass with your fingers.”
“Wrong.”
She raises a brow and he dips his head, sliding his tongue over the vein in her neck.
“What then?”
“Other way around.”
She moans and Freya blushes like a nun, dropping her jaw when Callie forgets her lunch and hops to her feet, snatching Damon’s hand to pull him out through the double doors with her.
“Are they serious?”
“She likes it in the ass,” Kai says simply, leaning over to steal Callie’s half eaten sandwich.
“How would you know?”
He stares at her, keeping his big mouth shut for once, but we all know what he’s thinking. He knows because he fucked her ass while Wren fucked her pussy and Damon watched. It seems Freya doesn’t know that, though, and as much as I’d love to burst her little bubble, I’m not about to tell her.
She shrugs it off when he doesn’t answer and leans back on Wren’s chest, brushing her thumb over the key tattoo on his wrist. His eyes automatically hit mine when she touches it and I smirk, reading his mind.
That’s not hers anymore.
It’s mine.
I wonder if she knows he wrapped the hand she’s holding around my cock and fucked my mouth with his tongue while he made me come all over his abs.
Probably not.
But I do, and so does he.
He glares again but I don’t stop like he’s warning me to. Instead I bite down on my lip and shift in my seat, taunting him with my eyes because if he wants to fuck with me, I’ll fuck him harder and I’ll make it hurt.
I run a hand over my cock through my jeans and slide my phone back under the table, keeping my eyes on his while I type out a message.
Levi: I want you hard again.
His features tighten and I watch with a sick satisfaction while Freya shifts on his lap, turning her head to look up at him. He’s not looking at her, though. He’s looking at me, desperately trying to keep his shit together while he watches me lick the edge of my straw. She whips her head around to me and I raise a cocky ass brow, silently daring her to say something about it. Her nostrils flare and she opens her mouth to do just that, but then Wren takes her face in his hand and pulls her mouth up to his, kissing her right here in front of me. She moans quietly and he digs his fingers into her back through her top, damn near squeezing the life out of her, but it’s not out of want.
It’s frustration.
He pulls her head back and moves his mouth down to her neck, looking at me over her shoulder while he kisses her there. At first I assume he’s taunting me the same way I did him, but then I catch the look in his eyes, frowning when I realize what he’s saying.
See what you made me do?
Chapter Eleven
Wren
Baby, if anyone’s fucking anyone, it’s gonna be me fucking you.
I groan quietly and scrub a hand over my face, tipping my head back on the couch to blow my smoke up to the stars. I’m agitated and pissed the fuck off, which is why I’m hiding out on my balcony alone, silently cursing Levi fucking Matthews and his dirty fucking mouth – the same mouth I’ve been fantasizing about since he almost made me go off in my jeans with a goddamn straw.
Fuck, he drives me crazy.
He knows exactly how to get under my skin, fucks with my head and taunts me until I’m damn near shaking with need, and I allow it because it’s addictive.
He’s addictive.
Every time I’m around him I crave more, and the harder he pushes me, the harder it’s getting to ignore him.
I don’t want to ignore him.
What I want is to give in to him, admit defeat and let him take whatever the fuck he wants from me, consequences be damned.
I can’t do that, though, not when he has the ability to ruin me for good. I fell off the deep end when Freya broke me, and I’m fucking terrified of what’ll happen if I allow myself to fall for him the same way I did her.
More than the way I did her.
He’s so much fucking more.
My bedroom door opens and I lift my head, expecting it to be Callie or one of the boys, but it’s not. Freya walks inside wearing a thin pair of leggings and a white tank, quietly stepping into the darkness o
f my room like she’s afraid she’ll spook me if she makes too much noise. She closes the door behind her and turns around, but then she gets a look at the bed and stops where she stands, frowning when she finds it empty.
“Wren?” she whispers, slowly pushing the bathroom door open to look inside.
She turns to look out onto the balcony and I stare at her through the window, cocking my head when she squeals and jumps a mile.
“Jesus,” she hisses, covering her heart with both hands to calm herself down. “What are you doing out there?”
“What are you doing in there?” I throw back, raising a brow when she shrugs and looks down at her toes.
“I can’t sleep.”
“And that’s my problem?”
She sighs and steps out through the sliding doors, trailing a finger over the railing while she walks over to me. “I heard about what Katherine did to your mom.”
I tense at the mention of her and she notices, but she doesn’t stop inching closer.
“I’m so sorry, Wren,” she says sadly, fake as shit. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
“Why not?” she frowns, sitting down on the arm of the couch next to me. “You used to like talking to me.”
I ignore that, lazily rolling my head to look at her. “What do you want, Frey?”
“I don’t know,” she lies, not so discreetly eyeing me and my naked chest. “Nothing.”
“Nothing,” I echo, snatching her wrist when she reaches out like she’s about to touch me. “You think I’m stupid?”
She pouts and I release her, purposely moving my eyes over her form while I smoke my joint. Her cheeks are flushed, her nipples are hard, and I don’t miss the way she rubs her thighs together when she catches me looking.
She wants me to fuck her.
It’s why she tried to talk about my mom just now, because she knows I used to fuck her to ease the pain of losing her. I won’t deny it worked back then, temporary as it was, but now she’s nothing but a reminder of the gold digging whore who took her from me. Freya might not be a psychotic killer like Katherine was, but she never loved me for me. The only thing she loved was the life I gave her, and I was the idiot stupid enough to fall for this twisted little game she plays so well.
That was my mistake, and I won’t make it again.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
“Get out.”
“You kissed me today, Wren,” she reminds me, slowly lifting her thigh over my lap to straddle my hips. “I want you to do it again.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want.”
“You know I can make you feel good,” she teases, holding on to my shoulders to grind her pussy on my cock. “Don’t you remember how hot we were?”
“What I remember is you fucking my cousin.”
“How many times are you gonna throw that in my face?” she shouts, swallowing when I lean forward to flick my roach in the dirt.
“As many times as it takes to get it through this thick skull of yours,” I grit out, snatching her jaw to pin her eyes with mine. “I don’t want you.”
“Do you want him?” she asks bravely, hiding a wince when I dig my fingers into her cheeks. “Are you gay? Is that why you wo–”
I shove her ass to the ground and shoot up to my feet, honest to god resisting the urge to toss this little bitch over my balcony.
“Get out.”
“No,” she says, pulling herself up to stand. “I wanna sleep in here.”
“Not a fuckin’ chance.”
“Maybe you don’t have a choice.”
I raise a brow at that, stepping closer to crowd her space. “You really wanna play this game with me?”
She crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her chin, doing a helluva good job to mask her fear, but I don’t miss the clear flash of hesitation in her eyes before it’s gone, so quick I almost missed it. She knows I’d never hurt her – not physically, anyway – but she’s walking on dangerously thin ice here, and she doesn’t know me as well as she thinks she does.
Not anymore.
“I’m sleeping in here and there’s nothing you can do about i–”
A cruel laugh leaves me and I snatch her waist to toss her tiny little body over my shoulder, ignoring her screams while I walk her through to my bedroom.
Nothing I can do about it, she says.
Fucking please.
I grab what I need from the nightstand and carry her back to Callie’s old room, then I toss her down on the bed and straddle her waist, smirking when her eyes widen with a mixture of fear and excitement.
I probably shouldn’t fuck with her like this, but it’s hard not to when she makes it so damn easy for me.
“Is this what you want, Frey?” I tease, taking her wrists to slide her hands up above her head. “You want me to fill you up and make you scream? Drive you wild until you’re squeezing my cock with this tight little pussy?”
She nods, tipping her neck back for me while I dip my head to speak in her ear.
“Too fuckin’ bad.”
She tenses and I pull the duct tape from my pocket, lifting it to my mouth to rip a piece off with my teeth.
“What are you doing?!” she snaps, wiggling beneath me in a lame ass attempt to escape.
I ignore her and tape her wrists to the headboard, sitting back on her thighs to appreciate my handiwork. Her tank’s ridden up some, showing off a little strip of her soft, flat stomach, and her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, her tits pushed up to her collarbone due to the position of her arms above her head. A small piece of her light blond hair falls over her naturally pretty face and I brush it out of the way, dropping my eyes to her lips while I run my thumb over her cheek.
I’m not an idiot, I know she’s beautiful, but even now with her tight little body taped up and trapped beneath mine, horny as fuck and mine to do with as I fucking please, she does nothing for me.
Her brows dip like she knows it and I smirk, climbing off her to move for the door. “Sleep tight, little pixie.”
“Wren, wait!” she screams, thrashing on the bed like a fish out of water. “Oh my god, don’t you dare leave me like this!”
I laugh lightly and turn to face her, not even bothering to hide my amusement while I slide my eyes over her restrained body. “Or what?”
She growls and I flick the lights off, closing the door behind me before I walk back to my room. I toss the duct tape on my nightstand and grab my weed, heading back out to the balcony to retake my seat on the couch. I roll myself another joint and drop my head back to look at the stars again, sighing when it hits me.
Three down, forever to go.
Chapter Twelve
Wren
“Wren!”
I swear to fucking god she better be dying.
“Wren!”
I punch my pillow and throw the covers away, jumping up to pull my sweats on before I move to give this annoying little bitch something to cry about. I swing my bedroom door open and walk down the hall, finding my sister in law standing in the open doorway of Freya’s bedroom with an evil ass smirk on her face.
No wonder she’s fucking screaming.
Callie looks at me and leans back against the doorframe, casually filing her nails with what I can only describe as a miniature sword.
“What is that?”
“My nail file,” she says simply, sliding her eyes over me and my form. “You look like shit.”
“That’s because I haven’t slept in three fuckin’ days, you little brat,” I grit out, sighing when she narrows her eyes on me. “What did you do to her?”
“I didn’t do anything,” she lies, sweet as fucking sugar. “I heard her scream. Thought I’d come check on her.”
“Of course you did,” I deadpan, shaking my head at her when she grins like a psychopath. “Where’re the boys?”
“Damon’s ordering breakfast and Kai’s in the shower,” she tells me, laughing like it’s funny. “Did yo
u know he sings–”
“Hello?!” Freya shouts, frantically pulling on her taped wrists. “Can you stop talking like I’m not here and get these things off me? It feels like my damn hands are gonna fall off.”
I roll my eyes at her dramatics and snatch Callie’s nail file, as she called it, walking over to cut the tape from her wrists with the pointy end.
“Don’t give that back to her,” she whispers, side eyeing Callie while she moves to stand. “She threatened to cut out my tongue with it.”
I raise a brow and Callie drops her jaw, feigning outrage. “I did not.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Yeah,” she grins at me, sliding her tongue back and forth between her teeth. “I did.”
I laugh and pull my phone out to check the time, looking at Freya while I walk for the door. “You’re riding with Damon and Callie today.”
“What?” she frowns, freezing with her hand on the bathroom door handle. “Why?”
“I got some stuff I gotta do before school.”
“Like what?”
“None of your business.”
“Can I come with you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I fuckin’ said so, that’s why.”
“You realize that’s not how this works, right?” she cocks her head, pushing her goddamn luck.
“You realize we don’t give a fuck, right?” Callie throws back, taking her sword from me to resume filing her nails. “You wanna be here, you’ll do as you’re told and keep your bitchy little mouth shut while you’re doing it. End of fuckin’ story.”
Freya’s nostrils flare but I ignore it, wrapping my arm around Callie’s neck to walk her out.
“End of fuckin’ story?” I ask, speaking over her hair. “You really are a Kingston.”
“Shut up.”
I laugh and follow her out to my balcony, dropping down on the couch next to her for our morning ritual.
“You know there’s a real easy way outta this for you if you’d just give me a little free reign,” she tells me, waving her little sword between us. “Gimme ten minutes with her and I’ll get you a name.”
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