Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,242

jeans and a leather jacket, leaning against his motorcycle while some college girl in short shorts asked him directions, batting her lashes at him profusely.

He had a bored expression on his face as he answered her but when his eyes slid over her head to me, he stood upright, is mouth pulling into a slanted grin.

“Hey, baby,” he called, brushing past the girl and leaving her pouting after him, her face falling as she spotted me.

Kyan grabbed me by the waist, lifting me up and making a cocky show of laying his claim on me while I laughed into his kisses.

“Take me home, big man,” I insisted. “I’m gonna die of starvation if I don’t get some pizza in my belly.” Pizza night was still officially in place and I’d been hungering for it all week.

“Nash already put the order in,” he announced, carrying me to his bike and planting my ass on the back of it.

“Did Saint see the drawing you made him?” I asked excitedly.

“Yup. He smashed it and threatened to cut me with the glass if I didn’t tell him what the squid meant.”

I laughed. “And you didn’t?”

“No way,” he said, grinning like an asshole.

“I hope you salvaged that drawing, I loved it,” I said.

“Sure did, baby. I’ll frame it for you again and you can put it wherever you like.”

“I’ll protect it from Saint with my life.” I grinned.

He made a fuss of putting my helmet on and I placed his on his head too, snapping down the visor. He got on the bike in front me and I gripped his waist, locking my thighs around his as he took off down the street away from the harbour.

“Saint saw me take the bike,” he called back to me as we closed in on home. “He’s gonna be pissed.”

“I’ll handle it,” I replied.

“I bet you will.” He dropped his hand to squeeze my knee then turned down our street, passing all the other frat houses on the road and pulling up at the one on the far end.

Kyan rode into the garage and I jumped off the bike, pulling my helmet off and we were soon heading inside where I followed the delicious scent of cheese and tomato into the dining room. The white curtains were open either side of the window which looked out over our backyard. Monroe was often out there at the weekends mowing the lawn shirtless and looking hot as shit. He was pretty domesticated due to the fact that he’d lived alone for so long and he was fast training up the rest of my boys too. Not Saint, obviously – he just got the new version of Rebecca to do all of his chores. He called her Rebecca too, claiming that it made sense because it had always been a false name and it suited him to keep to it. Fuck knew what the girl thought of that, but I was guessing for the salary he paid, she’d decided not to give a shit.

Nash rushed at me as I entered the room, picking me up and spinning me around, claiming a kiss that made me heady. Saint grabbed me from him next, drawing me close and gripping my chin hard as he kissed me slow and deliberately like he was trying to mark me more permanently than Nash had.

“You’re in trouble,” Saint’s voice dipped to a deep, threatening tone that made my heartrate spike.

“Well how about you take control in the bedroom tonight as a peace offering?” I arched an eyebrow and looked to the others as Kyan entered the room, stripping out of his leather jacket and tossing it on the back of a chair.

“Seems fair,” Saint decided, his eyes glinting with all the bad things he had in mind already. Since we’d moved here, he’d purchased so many sex toys, whips, floggers and BDSM shit that we’d had to use the spare room to store it. It was definitely becoming something of a sex dungeon, but I wasn’t complaining. Saint was exploring his need for control and I was exploring my need to be spanked like a bad girl in every dirty way he could think up. It was the best kind of adventure and we were all on it together. Kyan had added his own additions to the room too, including a bench he could tie me down on and some handcuffs he made regular use of. I swear Saint had been teaching him how to do all