Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,102

Saint said bluntly then headed past Kyan before Blake followed, shooting me a glare.

Kyan pushed me towards my shoes and I kicked my feet into them before he tugged me back to his side.

“You’d better start working on your smile, baby,” he purred. “You’re going to be our cheerleader at practise and I wanna hear a whole lot of pep from you when you shout my name.”

My eyes narrowed on him as I yanked my wrist free of his grip. “Okay, baby, I’ll be sure to cheer on Sergeant Dickhole at the top of my lungs.”

“That’s the spirit.” He smirked. “But don’t tire yourself out too much.” He shoved me ahead of him and I huffed as I stumbled into a chair. “You’re gonna be up late washing all of our football jerseys afterwards.”

I turned away from him as my heart soared in my chest and I fought the smile that was trying to burrow its way into my cheeks. Well that sounds like the perfect opportunity to run away from this school, Sergeant Dickhole. So thank you very much.

I waited for the football team to quit the showers before heading into the locker rooms to take one myself.

My blood was up after that practice. It had been a good session and I always loved playing alongside my team. Not least because it meant I could tackle the little shitheads and body slam them to the ground without needing any excuse at all. In fact, they actually wanted me to do it to help them improve their game.

That meant that three times a week, I could knock Saint Memphis and all of the other pretentious brats on the team onto their asses and the jumped up little fuckers thanked me for it.

I scrubbed soap over my flesh vigorously, standing beneath the flow of hot water and tipping my head back so that it could run over my face and down my body.

My cock twitched as the water raced down the length of it and I groaned in frustration. It had been too fucking long since I’d gotten laid. This place was like a damn bubble. Once we were up here for the term, that was it. No escape. I was surrounded by students and staff. And despite Miss Pontus’s clear interest, I couldn’t see me getting what I needed from her. She was semi-attractive, could have probably been a solid prospect if she knew how to dress and present herself. But even then, she was too meek for me. Too nice. I needed a girl who could rile me up and rattle my cage. One who would challenge and fight me and bring me to my knees from time to time. And that wasn’t easy to find in the real world let alone up here in the middle of fucking nowhere.

I blew out a breath laced with sexual frustration and shut the shower off, grabbing a towel so that I could dry off and firmly thinking of anything other than the aching need in my body. I was above jerking off in the fucking school locker rooms.

I pulled on a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants before kicking my sneakers on too and running the towel through my blonde hair. I needed a shave, but that was a problem for tomorrow…or maybe the next day. Whatever, stubble looked good on me so I didn’t give a shit. I might even let it grow into a beard just to have something to do.

I dumped my dirty clothes into the laundry shoot and headed back down the deserted corridors to my office. I had assessments to finish up and I wanted them done before the weekend so that I could spend some time doing things I actually enjoyed. Though now that we were locked up in this god forsaken place, I had a lot less options.

I pushed my office door open and moved to my desk, sitting down with a barely suppressed groan. When I’d made my decision about the way I was going to insert myself into this world and had subsequently taken this job, it’d seemed so simple. Come and live in the middle of nowhere, teach a bunch of fuckwits how to take part in team sports despite the fact that they’re pre-programmed to be self-serving, cutthroat little assholes. Then use my position to get closer to the prick whose father destroyed my life, cosy on up to him, destroy his life in kind. Easy. Except it wasn’t. These