Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,169

my legs and I panted as it started to feel weirdly good.

No, god no, this is not okay.

With Blake’s hard on pressed to my ass and my skin beginning to tingle with heat, I couldn’t help involuntarily grinding back against him. It was totally shameless, but I simply couldn’t help it.

Blake growled low in my ear then released me suddenly, marching away. I turned, flustered as I watched him snatch up his plate of food, taking it to the couch and eating it in front of the television without a word of thanks. Not that I expected any.

“If you have to eat like a savage then at least use a fucking napkin,” Saint snarled at him.

“Yeah yeah,” Blake answered vaguely and Saint’s posture stiffened.

I stood in the kitchenette with a puddle growing around my feet and flames searing my cheeks, my appetite for breakfast entirely gone.

Blake glanced over his shoulder at me from the couch, eyeing the puddle with a smirk. “Better get a mop, Cinderella. You’re so wet for me it’s ridiculous.”

Saint eyed me with delight, my shame making him blaze with satisfaction.

I headed over to the closet to snatch out a mop and soon had the kitchen floor clean, though my dignity was never going to be intact again.

By the time I was done, it was time for my least favourite part of my morning. My shower. It wasn’t like I was body conscious, but knowing the doors to the Jack and Jill bathroom could open at any second put me on edge. I didn’t want Blake or Kyan walking in on me ‘accidentally’. So far, they hadn’t invaded my privacy, but I never felt any less on edge. Especially considering Kyan hadn’t woken up yet.

I cleared Saint’s plate before heading away and using Blake’s door to get through to the bathroom. I frowned at Kyan’s door and turned the shower on to give him a warning before stripping out of my clothes and tying my hair in a knot. I stepped under the heated flow and sighed as it warmed all of the places the ice had frozen. Then I used my honey blossom and vanilla shower gel to scrub at my skin in record time.

Before I could get out, Kyan’s door flew open and I shrieked in anger.

“Get out of here you asshole!” I shouted, covering my breasts and turning my front to the wall as I glared over my shoulder at him.

He was butt ass fucking naked as he strode to the toilet and took a piss. From the angle we were at I couldn’t see his dick thank God, but I could see his muscular ass alright. And the tattoos that curled up his thighs, joining the artwork on his back. In the centre of his back, a fallen angel knelt with black wings extending over his shoulder blades and the face of a demon which spoke of its sins. He hadn’t tied his hair into its top knot yet but I could see his Night Keeper tattoo peeking between the long strands on the back of his neck too, the tip of the arrow looking viciously sharp.

He started laughing and I scowled as he walked to the sink and washed his hands. At least he’s not a total animal.

Except that thought died in a wave as he strode straight toward me, ripped the door open and stepped inside the shower. Holy fucking shit!

“Kyan!” I screamed in alarm as his naked body butted up against mine and he hummed to himself, grabbing his shampoo and rubbing it into his hair like I wasn’t even there.

I couldn’t even get past him to get out because he was so damn huge. I had both hands wrapped around my chest as he caged me in against the wall and I looked over my shoulder to glare at him in horror.

“Get the fuck out,” I demanded and his eyes dragged down to my ass, making my breathing quicken like mad. One glance down and I could have seen his dick. I refused to give him what he wanted though, despite the fact that I wanted to look so fucking bad that it was almost impossible to stop myself. But I damn well did. I had no dignity left, but I still had my pride.

“This is my shower,” he said with a smirk. “You get out.”

“You’re in my way, you dipshit,” I hissed.

“Oh, am I?” he mused, lifting a hand to wash the suds from his hair. I was