Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,47

badges with those two girls. I was trying my best to fit into this new life. And even though I kinda judged Pearl and Georgie for being angry at me for something I hadn’t even cared to do, and the fact that Kyan had been the one who ditched out on them, I still wanted them to accept me into the fold. Because I’d never been in any fold before, dammit. And I was determined to make a life here. So now I was gonna have to start from scratch all over again. The music was too loud to attempt it now, but later, I was gonna be their best damn friend.

Firm hands snared me from Mila’s grip and I was tugged against a hard body, looking up to discover that Blake was my captor. He finished a beer and didn’t even have to ask as someone plucked the empty bottle from his grip and his free hand quickly landed on my waist, dragging me even closer.

He grinned cheekily at me and I grinned right back as I danced with him, unashamedly grinding against his muscular body as he clutched onto me like the world might fall away if he let go.

I tipped my head back and he dropped his mouth to my throat, a growl of desire rumbling through him as his lips raked against my heated flesh. I locked my arms around his neck, lust clawing at me and making me fist my fingers in his hair.

He was all I could think about, his presence entirely absorbing as we danced like no one was watching. I was barely aware of the world around me as I fell into the blissful lack of inhibitions my drinks had offered me. Blake was clearly unaware too as his hands grasped at my hips, my ass. He tugged me firmly against him and I inhaled sharply as I felt the rigid length of him pressing into my hip. Holy fuck he was big. And that was the second boner I’d given a Night Keeper this evening. Now I just needed to find Saint and tame his devil dick so I’d have a hattrick.

I tip-toed up to find Blake’s mouth and his lips met mine with a hungry passion. I pulled him closer, meeting every stroke of his tongue and tasting all the bad things he wanted to do to me. And I had a list as long as my arm that I wanted to do to him too.

No, I wasn’t going anywhere. Blake Bowman was the prize catch of the bunch. Hot as hell, sweet as pie. The kind of pie that had a few razor blades hidden in it, but still. Definitely the safest option.

“Do you wanna go somewhere more private?” I asked against his mouth.

Shit, I knew this was a bad idea but my libido had taken over. She was screaming, wild and in need of a good lay. And Blake clearly wasn’t looking for anything more than sex. Neither was I. So why not?

A small voice in the back of my head reminded me that I’d have to see him at school every day after this for the rest of like, the school year. But screw it. We were both adults. It didn’t have to mean anything more than this one night and releasing this burning tension that was mounting between us. Besides, Mila said he’d ghost out on any girl he slept with. So that would solve my problem of staying off the Night Keepers’ radar. By tomorrow, Blake would lose interest and the rest of his friends would no doubt follow suit.

I smirked at my plan, grasping his shirt in my fist and tugging him through the crowd. Not that I needed to drag him, he was panting like a dog as he hounded after me, his hard on straining against his fly with his need for release.

His fingers slid between mine as we made it outside and he took the lead, tugging me down the pier and onto the path through the woods, turning left as a wild laugh left my throat.

“Let’s race,” he said with a smirk and I raised my brows. “The loser goes down on the winner.” Heat spiralled down my spine and rushed right back up again.

“I don’t know where we’re going,” I laughed, but I kicked off my stilettos all the same because screw it, I loved a challenge.

His brows lifted in surprise. “You’re not questioning my Ts and Cs?”

“No golden