Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,51

neck and he started painting kisses up to my jaw before finding my mouth. His hips slowed and I moaned against his tongue as we were suddenly sharing far more than a dirty one-nighter. My breathing hitched as his body caged mine and his hands tangled in my hair as he started kissing and stroking and worshipping. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we got as close as two people possibly could and our heated breaths filled the air around us.

My body was coming apart again, slower this time like water building up against a dam. Blake started breathing my name like a prayer and I moaned his in response. In that moment, nothing in the world existed but him, me and the potent desire that lived between us.

I came apart once more, clinging to him and crying out as pleasure rolled through me in wave after wave. Blake followed me a beat later, rearing over me and pinning me in place as he spilled himself inside me with a growl of pure pleasure.

“Fuck you, Tatum Rivers,” he panted as his forehead knocked against mine. “Fuck you for being that good.”

I laughed headily, carving my fingers along his shoulder blades as the full weight of him spread over me and his laughter sounded out to meet mine.

I tugged his hair and brushed my lips over his. “Fuck you for thinking I wouldn’t be, Blake Bowman.”

I inhaled deeply as the scent of vanilla and honey blossom fluttered beneath my nostrils, groaning lightly at the satisfaction which sung in my limbs.

It was official. Tatum Rivers was the hottest girl at school and the best in the sack too. Not that I’d had every girl at school. But I’d had enough to be sure. And Tatum was a fucking Tom cat. I couldn’t get enough of her skin on my skin, her mouth on my flesh, my body possessing hers…or hell, it felt like her body had been possessing mine half the time.

I was going to do that again. Like, now. Although, she was asleep which was a bit of an obstacle. What if she was the type to freak out if her beauty sleep was interrupted?

Her body curved into the shape of mine perfectly as she lay with her head on my chest, all of that long, blonde hair spilling around her endlessly.

I trailed my fingers through it as I watched her, my hand slipping down her spine and causing her to arch her back like a cat as a soft moan escaped her. Yeah, I was hitting that again ASAP.

I was hard as stone already. I’d woken up that way like my cock knew she was right here this whole time even if the rest of me happened to have been asleep.

My hand made it to her ass and I gripped the perfect roundness of it, drawing her hips against me where her leg was hooked over mine.

She moaned softly, hungrily, her hand sliding down my chest and making my skin burn beneath her touch.

She wrapped her fingers around my cock and I groaned as she moved them up and down, stroking caressing, her thumb sliding over the head in a way that made me ache.

My lips parted to ask her if she was ready for round two just as my cellphone started ringing.

Tatum’s lips pouted in a way that was just too fucking cute as she pulled a pillow over her head to avoid the noise of it.

I smirked at her like a sappy fucker while she couldn’t see me. This girl was…fuck, this girl might just have been long term material. I could see myself fucking her for weeks and weeks instead of a one off. Hell, I actually enjoyed talking to her. I might even date her.

I must have been losing the plot or still drunk or she was just so mind blowing in bed that my mind really was blown. But I wasn’t sure I cared. All I knew, was that for now and tomorrow and at least for the rest of this week, Tatum Rivers was my girl. And I didn’t care what Saint or any other fucker had to say about it. If I was a dog, I’d piss on her to mark her out. Or something less gross. I didn’t know how to do that shit, but she made me wanna figure it out.

My jaw ticked as I looked over at my cellphone. It was lighting up through the fabric of my