Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,243

kinds of knots too because the last time Kyan had brought me in there, he’d bound my hands and feet so well he could barely get me out of his own trap when he was done with me.

Blake and Nash didn’t tend to end up in there with us unless the drink was flowing and we all got pissed enough to be extra experimental. The weirdest night so far was when Blake had let Saint tie him up and used the flogger on his ass while I sucked his dick. Good fun though. I was all for them trying new things. Nash refused to let Saint do shit to him like that very often, but he’d once gotten so drunk he’d agreed to wear a ball gag so long as I wore one too. He’d fucked me so hard the next morning that I got the feeling trying to make him submissive only made him more dominant when he was let loose again. So I was all for encouraging Saint and Kyan to tie him up just to see how explosive he could get later.

Saint pulled out a chair for me and I dropped into it as Nash took the seat opposite and Kyan sat on his right. Blake and Saint sat down either side of me and I grabbed a box of margarita pizza excitedly, bouncing in my seat.

I took out a cheesy slice, my mouth watering but I offered it up to Saint first. He gripped my wrist, turning it forcefully towards my lips instead.

“You look like a ravenous beast, siren. I won’t eat until you’ve had a least two slices,” he insisted and I wasn’t gonna complain about that.

I devoured the pizza and we all fell into conversation about our days while I fed Saint and he soon pulled me into his lap.

Nash fascinated us all with more facts he’d learned in class while Blake acted out a touchdown he’d scored in training which his coach had said was the best one he’d ever seen. With a little probing, Saint told us succinctly about his Classical Music class followed by his complaints about the people on his Political Science course who were constantly licking his ass to try and gain a new powerful friend for their future careers. An effort which was clearly wasted.

My phone buzzed and I took it out, smiling at the sight of Mila’s name.

Mila:

Hey, girl! I’m home in New York for a couple of weeks. Me and Danny thought we could drive down to Connecticut for a few days to see you guys? xx

I squealed excitedly and Saint frowned in surprise. “What is it?” he asked as everyone’s eyes laid on me.

“It’s Mila. She wants to come visit with Danny,” I said with a grin.

“Hell yes!” Blake whooped.

"We can put them up in a hotel, I suppose,” Saint said with a shrug and I smacked his arm.

“They’ll stay here, Saint Memphis. They’re our friends. You’d better not forget they saved our asses,” I said and he considered that for a second before nodding.

“Alright, whatever makes you happy.” He kissed my cheek and warmth spread through me as I replied, telling her to come as soon as she could.

The light pouring through the window started turning to a deep orange glow and I jumped up from my seat in alarm. “The sun’s setting,” I gasped.

“We can do it another day if it’s too late?” Nash offered.

“No,” I said firmly. “I want to do it today. I’ve already left it too long and today just feels…right.” I took a deep breath as I mentally prepared for what I had to do. I knew I’d been avoiding this. But it was time. And it wasn’t fair to leave my dad in that box on the mantelpiece any longer just because this was difficult for me.

“Then we’re doing it, princess.” Nash got up from his seat, offering me his hand and I took it, letting him guide me from the room as the others followed. We all put our coats and shoes on before I grabbed the box with my dad’s ashes and we headed into the garage, piling into Saint’s mom car. I’d told them all a long time ago where I wanted to do it. Dad and I had stayed in New Haven a couple of years back and we’d taken a walk together in East Rock Park every lunchtime while he was working. It had been our favourite spot and it was such a