Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,45

tequila.

Fuck.

I was seriously considering telling all of these fuckers to leave and pushing her head back down again so that I could feel that mouth in more exciting places and my dick strained against my fly at the mere thought of it.

I dragged her to her feet by her hair as she finished her drink and her tongue dipped into the hollow of my collar bone as she chased the last drop.

The crowd watching us were chanting her name and cheering so loudly that I could barely hear myself think. But there was definitely one thing on my mind in that moment.

“We can find somewhere with less witnesses if you wanna get back on your knees,” I breathed, tipping my head down so that only she could hear me and her teeth suddenly sank into my neck.

I flinched at the shock of it, feeling that bite right down to my dick. She was trying to turn me off, but she’d just done the complete opposite.

“Not if you were the last man on earth and we really were all going to die tomorrow,” she growled, looking up at me with her eyes flashing while she grinned for the watching assholes.

I released my hold on her hair and placed my hand on the base of her spine instead, dragging her body flush with mine so that she could feel just how hard I was for her.

“Alright then, baby, if you’re sure.”

She gasped as her hips were pressed to mine and that fire in her eyes danced with hunger. I took advantage of her open lips and shoved the lemon between them before she could say anything else.

I released her suddenly and turned away from the other girls who were still waiting on their knees. The Unspeakable had returned with a shiny new bottle of Jack for me and I snatched it without a word

“I don’t wanna play anymore,” I announced, turning away as Georgie’s lips popped open and she looked like she might just cry. “But have a great birthday, yeah?”

I strode straight out of the room without looking back, smirking to myself as I imagined the looks Georgie and Pearl would be giving Tatum right about now. She’d only gone along with that shit to make friends and now look, she had enemies instead. Brilliant.

I barked a laugh as I stepped outside and strode around the deck as I headed back to shore.

I pulled my cellphone from my pocket as I walked, ignoring the bite of cold against my bare skin. It was gone eleven, but I was hoping he wouldn’t mind that.

Kyan:

Can we meet now? I need the rush.

I took the path back up towards the main campus, heading for the Cypress Gym as I waited for a reply. Asshole always took his sweet time in getting back to me.

As I crested the hill, my phone finally pinged and I drew it back out.

My dirty little secret:

Your luck’s in, I needed it too and I’m already here.

Kyan:

Fuck yes. See you in five.

I upped my pace as I headed for the gym, my pulse pounding at the thought of what I was about to do and my monster raised its head with interest.

Sometimes I just felt like I was floating, drifting, existing. And it was a dull fucking way to live. I needed the rush of this to get me through it, to remind me I was alive and to wake me the fuck up.

I reached the huge building and pushed the doors wide, following the dim corridor past the swimming pool and heading into the training room where the boxing ring was.

Monroe was finishing up a set against a punching bag in the corner, his gloves up and chest gleaming with sweat as he worked. The dude was a machine, pounding on that thing like it was personally responsible for every shit thing in his life.

He ignored me as I walked in and I headed to the cupboard in the corner where I kept a spare supply of my clothes for unexpected visits to the gym like this. Monroe had never complained about it so I’d taken that as permission. I placed my bottle of Jack down before dropping my jeans and kicking off my boots as I switched them out for shorts and boxing shoes. The room spun a little as I leaned forward and I snorted a laugh. He’d lose his shit when he realised I was getting close to wasted.

I picked up a set of gloves and