Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,240

a handful of my ass, tugging me toward him and kissing me hard.

Saint had tried to insist he take the art course at Yale but like me, Kyan hadn’t wanted the academic life. So Saint set him up his art studio instead and every now and then we all rented a stall at a market in town to sell some of his pieces. It wasn’t about the money. It was about the greasy breakfast, the coffee, the sea air and passing on his incredible work to some of the locals.

“Oh shit,” I cursed as I broke away from him and glanced at the clock on the wall which told me I only had ten minutes to get to work. “I’ve gotta go.”

Kyan groaned, tugging me flush to his body again and trailing his mouth down to my neck. “Call in sick, it’s not like we need the cash.”

“That’s not the point,” I laughed breathily, kissing him hard before darting out of the room, grabbing my light blue coat from the rack by the door and pulling it on. “Love you!” I called to Kyan as I kicked on my sneakers, threw my phone into my grey handbag and darted out the door.

“Love you harder,” he growled, catching the door before I could tug it closed. My eyes widened as he knocked it open, following me onto the porch in his boxers and grabbing me by the throat as he dragged me into a filthy kiss that sent heat skittering everywhere through my flesh.

“Fuck,” I breathed as he released me, my gaze dropping to the huge bulge in his boxers.

“That’s what we’re gonna do when you get home. I’ll pick you up at six,” he said with a wink.

“I’m taking my own car, I don’t need a ride home.”

“I’ll pick you up anyway. I wanna take you for a spin, baby,” he said with mischief in his eyes.

“You know Saint hates you taking me on the bike,” I said with a teasing grin, trying to push him back into the house, but he wouldn’t go.

“Which is why I’ll tell him I’ll take the Hummer,” he said with a smirk then released me.

I turned away, missing his touch already and my cheeks blazed hotter as I spotted a group of girls across the street who’d stopped to stare. I recognised them as some of the hopeful students who were always eyeing up my men. They better not have been eyeing up my dark sinner’s monster dick.

I flipped them the finger and jogged over to my shiny white Audi, taking my car keys from my pocket. But before I got there, a car horn sounded and I looked around to find Blake flashing his lights at me and speeding down the road toward me in his fancy ass blue sports car.

He pulled up in front of me with his window down, his hair swept back and still looking damp from a shower, his grey sweatshirt taut against his muscles and a pair of dark aviator sunglasses in place. “How much for a night in your company, sweetheart?” he purred.

“You can’t afford me.” I smirked and kept walking toward my car while he drove along beside me like a stalker. Joe Goldberg eat your heart out.

I noticed the girls had stopped to watch again, whispering between each other, my life apparently far more interesting to them than their own. Which was kinda sad really.

“I’d pay top dollar for those lips alone,” he purred and I shook my head at him as my smile grew wider.

“They’re not for sale. They belong to someone else. Four someone elses actually,” I said lightly.

“Lucky guys,” he said. “Is there room for one more in your harem? I’ve got a big dick and know how to wash dishes good.”

“Your dick does the dishes?” I teased.

“No, I do, sweetheart,” he said with a low laugh.

“Well I have four big dicks and a dishwasher to keep me happy, so I’m good.” I tossed my hair and he reached out of the car, hooking his fingers into the back of my yoga pants to make me stop.

I looked around at him, biting my lip as he slid his aviators down his nose to look up at me with his hungry green eyes.

“I can wash and iron clothes too,” he offered with a wink.

“I’ve got a cleaner who does all that, thanks though.” I tugged his hand out of my pants and took off toward my car again, my heart starting to flutter.