Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,58

hell was I supposed to cope with that? Her dad had killed my mom.

“Yes,” she said in a forced light tone. “No need to worry about that. Should I be getting myself an STI test though?” She stepped away from me and gave me an analytical look which said she thought she probably should.

“No,” I growled. “I’ve never forgotten a condom before.”

We looked at each other for a long moment which acknowledged exactly how much we’d both wanted each other for that to happen. Needed each other. But that was over now. I didn’t screw girls twice and she was no different no matter how much my body wanted her to be.

“Well, Blake, that was fun,” Tatum said abruptly, giving me a smile which didn’t reach her eyes. “Thanks.”

She slapped my cheek twice in the most patronising gesture known to man but before I could get over my shock, she was gone.

I ground my teeth and fought against the urge to go after her as the door swung closed in my face but I managed to remain where I was.

Tatum Rivers had it coming anyway. And I could wait a little longer until she got it.

Blake Bowman had turned into the predictable fuckboy I’d been warned he was. For half a second I’d actually thought he was really into me. And as pitiful as it was to admit, I’d been into him for half a second too. It was stupid. I’d played around with boys like him before. I always stayed as unattached as they did. It was easy. I’d never once found myself hoping they might wanna see me again. But this time…shit. I was pretty sure I’d just been had by the number one player in the game.

How could he fake it so well? I’d practically felt his freaking soul connect to mine. But apparently that had all been in my head. It just hadn’t felt like it at the time…

I hurried out of Hazel House and walked along the path as quickly as I could.

Dammit, why couldn’t I be heading off to Louisiana, Texas or the middle of nowhere in Montana today? I was gonna have to front this out. Face Blake with as cold a front as he offered me. I was glad I’d clocked onto his royal dick routine before he’d kicked me out. My fast actions meant I’d left with my dignity intact at least. But my heart felt pretty busted up. Luckily, it was worn deep on the inside, so as long as I kept my mask firmly in place, no one was ever going to know that one of the Night Keepers had touched it.

Gah, why did he have to be so good in bed? My body was still humming from the throes of my last orgasm. I’d lost count of how many of them he’d given me, but I was certain it was a new PB.

I made it right up to the door of the girls’ accommodation before my luck ran out. A group of sophomores spilled out of Beech House, their eyes widening at the sight of me. I hadn’t looked in the mirror this morning, but I imagined I looked like Rapunzel if she’d been dragged behind a train for fifty miles then trampled by a horse.

I hitched on a smile, tipping an invisible hat to them as I swept through the middle of the group, my pulse rising.

“She disappeared with Blake Bowman last night,” one of them whispered and I lingered on the stairs as the door slowly swung closed, catching another one answering.

“That explains the I-survived-the-apocalypse look. At least he’ll be onto his next victim now, we’d better be ready girls!”

A twinge of jealousy tugged at my gut as I jogged upstairs. They were right. Blake was going to be onto his next conquest. Possibly as soon as tonight. I knew I was good in bed. Fucking mind-blowing in fact. So I had to wonder if it was just a power kick for Blake. Why settle with one girl when he could fuck his way through the entirety of campus and grow his sad little trophy display?

At least I was gonna sit at the top of it. Not that I wanted to be any kind of prize. But I wasn’t going to let this knock my confidence. In fact, give it a few days and I’d go hunting for new flesh myself. I wanted the taste of him off of me first though. Not to mention the