Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,183

the opposite side, wetting his lips nervously.

“You accept responsibility for this, Kyan,” he warned. “I don’t want you screaming in my face when she gets hurt.”

“I’d be more worried about those guys,” Tatum scoffed and fuck me, I wanted her more in that moment than I’d ever wanted any girl.

“It’s on me,” I agreed, turning away from Mike and shrugging out of my leather jacket.

Tatum followed suit and I drank in the sight of her in that homemade crop top as she raised her arms to tie her long hair in a knot and gifted me a view of the base of her bra and the curve of her full tits. I positioned myself so that I was the only one seeing that slice of temptation and she rolled her eyes at me as if to say it was my fault she was dressed that way. Which it was. And I was perfectly fucking happy about that too.

I lifted the rope for her so that she could step into the ring and snapped a photograph of her to taunt Saint with later. Or maybe jerk off over. Or maybe both.

I tossed my cellphone on the chair with our jackets before I followed her, not worrying about anyone stealing them. No one here was dumb enough to fuck with me.

Mike called out the odds as the crowd went wild at the sight of the fuckable blonde chick stepping into the ring with a look on her face that said she was going to kick some serious fucking ass.

“Do you think you can work with me to win this, baby?” I asked her, stepping close as she eyed the opposition.

“I guess you can help out if you want,” she teased and I laughed. Really fucking laughed. In fact I’d been damn near grinning all night in her company and it wasn’t a feeling I was used to.

Mike’s crew finally stopped taking bets and the look on his face said it was an exceptional haul which was perfect for me as I needed that money.

He reached up to ring the bell and at the glorious fucking sound of that ding, I leapt into the fight.

Tatum was right beside me, throwing her fists at her guy with a snarl of rage that had me wondering if she was imagining he was me or Blake or Saint. Either way, it was hot as fuck.

I focused on my own opponent as he swung at me, throwing my fists against his flesh with savage abandon as the call of the bloodlust sang to me.

I free fell into the bliss of delivering and receiving pain, feeling that beautiful ache as my knuckles split open as they came into contact with his face.

Within minutes he was bleeding and I was bathing in it, punching again and again as he fought back fearlessly.

A cry of pain caught my attention as Tatum was knocked to her ass by the other fucker, her bottom lip splitting and staining her red lips redder.

I wheeled away from my guy to help her up but she didn’t need me, springing to her feet and throwing her heavy boot straight into the guy’s gut as he lunged. He coughed as the air was driven from his lungs and she darted around him, punching him in the temple hard enough to send him flying.

He crashed to the ground just as my guy recovered enough to come at me again and I stumbled back a step as he took advantage of my distraction. I fought back savagely but he’d caught me on the back foot and I stumbled away again, my back colliding with the heavy post which marked the corner of the ring.

He bellowed in my face as he threw a punch at my jaw, but I jerked away from it before catching his T-shirt in my grip and yanking him towards me as I swung my forehead down on the bridge of his nose.

The snap that followed was almost drowned out by his screams as he fell to the ground and I started kicking.

On the other side of the ring, Tatum was straddling her opponent, slamming her fists down into his face repeatedly as he fought to block her attacks.

Mike started counting as the two assholes remained on floor and after three long seconds, the glorious sound of the bell rang out and the crowd roared at our victory.

I abandoned the asshole who was groaning beneath me and strode straight towards Tatum, dragging her upright and