Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,90

Night Keepers. There wasn’t a single thing in this world which would make us break it.

She hesitated as she came to a halt before me, standing between my open legs as her gaze drifted over the paint on my flesh again.

I reached for her slowly, grabbing her perfectly round ass I lifted her to straddle my lap and she gasped in surprise, bracing her hands on my shoulders.

My dick twitched as those pink nipples brushed against my chest through the lace.

Tatum’s big blue eyes found mine and I could see an ocean of uncertainty in her gaze.

“You have to do everything we say,” I reminded her, leaning forward so that our breath mingled as I released my grip on her ass and laid my arms over the edge of the hot tub either side of me again. “But it doesn’t have to be all bad.”

“You are all bad,” she replied. “Bad to the bone, every one of you.”

“Rotten to the core too,” I replied darkly. “Now, wash this paint off for me, baby.”

Her eyes widened and her gaze dipped to take in the paint once more.

“I don’t have a sponge,” she said, defiant as always. And I hoped we wouldn’t succeed in breaking that. There weren’t many things that lingered on my conscience, but that definitely would.

“Then improvise,” I said simply.

A long moment passed before she reached up to my cheek, cupping my jaw in her wet hand as she used her thumb to wipe the paint away.

My heart pounded to a dark and steady rhythm as she worked, my skin tingling beneath her fingertips as she moved them over my face.

She shifted forward in my lap to get her balance and my cock was suddenly wedged right between her thighs. I was hard as fuck which really shouldn’t have surprised her but she gasped like a virgin all the same.

“You said-” she began, but I cut her off.

“There’s a beautiful girl sitting in my lap and touching me while wearing transparent underwear,” I growled. “My dick’s gonna get ideas about that whether I give it permission or not.”

Tatum bit her bottom lip as she looked at me like she’d expected an apology. No luck there, baby. I’d never apologised for anything in my life, let alone getting hard for a perfect creature like her. But I was keeping my word. I wasn’t going to lay a finger on her unless she asked me to.

“Okay.” She started wiping paint from my other cheek and I watched her as her long lashes kissed her cheeks while she looked down.

When she rubbed through the line of paint which ran over my lips, a growl of desire escaped me.

Her blue eyes lifted to mine for a moment and she shifted in my lap just enough to make my balls ache. There was no way that was an accident. The little rich girl had just figured out how she could torture me in payment for my part in her misery.

Both of her hands slid down my neck achingly slowly and she started to wipe the paint from my pecs. Her touch was firm as she slid her wet hands over me, exploring the curves of my muscles as she shifted in my lap again.

My heart was pounding and I clenched my fists where they rested on the edge of the hot tub to stop myself from reaching for her.

The bubbles timed out and the water fell still around us, leaving her breasts above the surface once more and I damn near groaned at the sight of her hardened nipples pressing through the lacy fabric.

Fuck. My. Life.

This was testing my resolve to the maximum, but I refused to back down. I needed to keep my word. It was the one thing I had that wasn’t layered in shadows and bullshit.

Tatum noticed what I was looking at and shifted in my lap again, grinding against the hard ridge of my cock in a way that told me she’d know exactly what to do with it if this situation were different.

“There’s an inked up demigod sitting between my thighs with a cock as hard as stone,” she breathed in a dark tone. “My nipples are gonna get ideas about that whether I give them permission or not.”

“Touché.”

Her hands slid beneath the surface and my gaze returned to meet hers as they trailed down my abs, wiping the rest of the paint off as she went. Her fingertips made it to the waistband of my boxers and I