Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,180

of it with a flourish. It was a limited edition Harley Davidson with an entirely black paint job and I loved it like a fucking brother. Mine. All mine. And I’d never let anyone ride it with me before.

“Wow,” she said. And that earned her points. Boner points. Girl knew her shit.

“Hop on, baby, we’re already late. I didn’t know I was going to able to make tonight’s bout so we’re gonna need to ride hard and fast if we wanna get there.”

I rolled the bike forward and she hopped on obligingly, shifting forward so that I could sit behind her with my dick pressed firmly against that biteable ass.

The bike roared to life beneath us and I hoped she was feeling those vibrations real good from her perch on top of the engine.

I kicked it into gear and we were soon shooting down the driveway and out onto the road beyond.

I took back roads and left my headlights off, letting the bright moon guide me down the route I knew so well. I didn’t need the cops spotting me breaking quarantine and the light moving through the hills would be only too obvious from the town below.

Before we headed into Merkwell, I took a sharp left onto a dirt track and slowed my pace so that the bike could cope better with the dusty trail.

We finally made it up to the huge barn where the fight nights were held and I parked my bike up at the end of a row of beat up old trucks. There must have been over a hundred vehicles here so clearly I wasn’t the only one ignoring lockdown. Though I had to admit I knew how fucking dumb that was. But I just couldn’t bring myself to care. I needed this. I lived for it. Hungered for it. It was all or nothing and I feared that the nothing would kill me sooner than any virus could.

I took Tatum’s hand and drew her with me as we headed for the barn. Four enormous fuckers were working the door, but they recognised me instantly and let us in. I didn’t even have to pay entry. Half the people here had come to see me fight.

The scent of stale sweat and cheap beer hung in a cloud of tobacco over the whole place and I grinned to myself as I remembered the few times I’d dragged Saint here. It was like looking at a penguin in the desert. I still liked to crack out the photos every now and then and laugh myself shitless over them.

Eyes turned our way as I headed for the bar at the back of the enormous barn, glancing at the upper level where people were hawking and screaming for whoever happened to be fighting in the ring right now. I couldn’t see the actual ring through the crowd in front of us, but by the screams of the crowd I was willing to bet someone was having their ass handed to them.

Denise was wiping the bar down with a dirty rag as I approached, her tattooed tits spilling out of a bra that was too tight and her midnight hair falling around her shoulders. She was a fairly good fuck but as I looked at her now, I wondered what it was I’d found so attractive about her before.

“Who’s this?” Denise asked, jerking her chin at Tatum with a sneer on her face that didn’t hide her jealousy.

“Tatum. She’s my girl,” I replied easily.

“Hi,” Tatum said brightly, like she hadn’t noticed the super bitch vibes being aimed her way, but like fuck had she missed that, she was just playing a classier game.

“That’s Denise,” I said, deciding to play a game of my own. “We used to have sex.”

“Used to?” Denise balked. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be ditching the beauty queen and tying me to the silo again by the end of the night. Pretty girls don’t know how to fuck like me.”

“No?” Tatum asked. “I guess not. But I can suck cock so good that dirty boys like Kyan forget their own names, isn’t that right, baby?” She leaned closer to me and cupped my junk as all the blood in my body ran to my dick. Like seriously, every fucking drop of it. And the way her eyes widened said she liked what she felt beneath my jeans.

I groaned hungrily, grabbing her ass in those tight leather pants and yanking her against me with a grip firm enough