Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,169

my lip sharply enough to draw blood.

"Perfection," Saint murmured as I reached down to stop the cock ring from vibrating and Tatum fell slack in my arms.

I lifted my gaze to look over her shoulder at him where he was smirking at us from the bench he'd chosen as his viewing point, and I knew he was right. This here, us and the others too was all I needed. And I refused to allow anything to ever take it away.

“T ime to go, siren.” Saint’s fingers brushed some hair away from my forehead and my eyes flickered open, finding him standing before me in a smart black coat.

“What do you mean?” I asked, shutting my eyes again as I clung to sleep. The bed was cool behind me, no press of a warm body to be found. “Where is everyone?”

“Saint’s been planning a secret mission,” Blake said from somewhere across the room as Saint gently pulled the covers off of me and I cracked my eyes open again.

“Saint,” I complained, the darkness beyond the window telling me it was very much the middle of the night. Maybe I was just having a weird ass dream. But even I couldn’t convince myself of that as I shut my eyes tightly once more.

“Nash, help me,” Saint commanded then two sets of warm hands started pulling off my nightdress.

I smiled giddily, caressing their arms as I tried to draw them into the bed with me, but then someone yanked a sports bra over my head. “What the hell?” I woke fully, feeling grumpy and sleepy and I was pretty sure one of the Seven Dwarves’ cousins was gonna arrive soon too. Punchy.

Saint yanked a soft grey sweater over my head while Nash lifted my hips and dragged a pair of jeans up my legs and over my ass. He’d left me without panties though and that filthy smirk of his said it was intentional.

“Alright, enough. I can do it.” I tried to shove them off, but I was pretty sure they were enjoying it as Saint pushed my arms into a coat and Nash tugged some cosy socks onto my feet before kneeling down to lace on my boots. “Guys,” I half growled, half laughed. “This is ridiculous.”

Saint started brushing my hair next and I swiped the brush from his hand with a pout. “Too far.”

Saint smirked, running his thumb over my cheek and leaning down to peck my lips. “Go brush your teeth, siren, or I’ll lay you over my knees and do it for you.”

“One day I’m going to tie you up in your sleep and spank your ass raw, Memphis,” I warned. I got to my feet, finding Blake and Kyan smirking at me by the door and I tossed them the finger as I slipped into the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and hair, apparently taking too much time because Saint started knocking on the door.

“My patience is wearing thin, Tatum,” he said darkly. “Are you going to start this day with a punishment?”

I grinned as I opened the door, arching a brow at him. “You’re not the boss of me anymore, devil boy.”

His eyes glinted like he didn’t entirely agree. “I may worship at your altar daily, but I assure you I am more than capable of putting a goddess in her place when the occasion calls.”

“Stop flirting,” Kyan called. “Let’s go.”

“Is breakfast planned on this mystery trip? I’m starved,” Blake said and I realised none of them had a clue where we were going either. I guessed they were used to Saint doing random shit like this, but even Monroe seemed to be going along with it without complaint.

“I want a croissant,” I agreed, thinking of Martha’s freshly baked ones she brought to us every morning. Damn, they were beautiful. Flaky, sweet, buttery…mmm.

Saint opened a travel bag at the foot of the bed, taking out a paper bag and promptly placing a croissant in my hand before putting them back and snapping the bag shut.

“Hey! Where’s mine?” Blake complained.

“You can have one on the journey,” Saint said simply, gesturing for Kyan to carry the bag and he moved to obey without a word of refusal.

Saint led the way out the door and I jogged over to walk beside Blake, offering him up a piece of my croissant when our hot as shit dictator wasn’t looking. He tore a bite off with his teeth then grinned at me around a mouthful of pastry. “You’re a