Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,136

be fighting him off while a small piece of me relished the opportunity to relinquish this control to him. I didn’t know why, but it felt freeing, like the shackles of all the bad things that usually weighed me down were stripped away and I was able to let go of more than just my control of my body, but it was liberating my emotions too. And as I looked into Tatum’s blue eyes as she gave in to that same freedom, it felt like we were freefalling over a cliff together, all of us diving into some unknown depths of our bonds and coming together in the purest way I’d ever experienced.

The feelings in my flesh zeroed in to those few most important points of contact and I thrust up harder, deeper, Kyan's cock meeting mine in pace and depth until Tatum was screaming. Her pussy tightened and gripped my cock so firmly that before I knew it, I was coming so hard that I almost blacked out.

I cursed and panted as Kyan released his hold on me, slamming his cock into her a few more times before he came too with a deep groan of release.

Both of them fell forward on top of me, their combined weight crushing me down into the bed in the most deliciously satisfying way.

We stayed like that for several achingly long minutes before Kyan rolled off, untying Tatum's hands so that she could drop down into the space between us on the bed.

"I love you," she said breathlessly, her words so clearly for both of us that I couldn't help but smile.

"I love you too," I said in return and the funny thing was that I included Kyan in that statement. Not in the exact same way, but I did love him. He was my family now. Just like the other two. And there was a time when I hadn't ever thought I'd have a family again so that meant a whole damn lot to me.

He chuckled as he untied me and the three of us just stayed there on the bed, our hands caressing our girl and him gloating over topping me while I gave absolutely no shits about it. Because anything that made my girl come like that was more than worth it for me and I wouldn’t try to deny that I'd more than enjoyed it myself too.

I couldn't say it was exactly going to become a regular thing, but with this unusual relationship the five of us had going, I was pretty sure that being open minded about everything in the bedroom was the way forward. And I was here for that. For this. For her. Hell, I was here for us. And I wasn't going to apologise or make excuses for it, because for the first time in a long damn time, I was happy. So I had zero intentions of sabotaging that.

W e got an invite which was slipped under the door of our room in a fancy little envelope, telling us to join Liam for dinner. It was a totally weird thing for a Grandpa to do, but Liam wasn’t exactly the cuddly kind. He was the kind who gave people sleepless nights and made them jump at their own shadow. Kyan said the dinner was non-negotiable and that Liam would expect us to dress up, so we were soon heading downstairs in some fine clothes. The suits were Kyan’s but a dress had been brought to the room for me by a maid.

The gown was a deep blood red and hugged my figure with a plunging neckline that almost reached my belly button. It was seriously overkill for a family dinner, but I’d had dinner with this family before and knew it was no normal affair. I couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for Kyan growing up around these psychopaths. And it was odd to think that the one of them who cared for him most was possibly the most bloodthirsty of them all. It was clear to me Niall would go to the ends of the earth for his nephew, so that made him a friendly psycho I guessed.

Kyan walked on my left with Blake beyond him and Saint and Monroe flanked my right. They were dressed in expensive black suits that matched, all of them looking good enough to eat. And I got the feeling they felt the same way about me as their eyes kept raking over my body.

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