Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,245

crap before we followed on after him. It wasn't like I was just happy to fall into line with his bullshit, I'd just learned that with Saint it was all about picking your battles. I didn't sweat the small stuff, then if I felt passionately enough to go head-to-head with him over something, I had a better chance at getting him to back me. It wasn't a fool proof method, but it worked often enough to keep us all happy.

"Where are they?" Blake muttered, looking around the thinning crowd as we still failed to spot Tatum or Kyan.

His Dad had been there to congratulate us the moment the ceremony ended and we’d spent a few minutes talking with him before he’d headed off to catch his flight, needing to get back for a game tonight.

"They're here somewhere," I muttered, searching too. "They were cheering me on when I collected my diploma on stage."

"And Kyan was catcalling during Saint's speech," Blake added with a snort of amusement.

No doubt Saint already had a punishment lined up for Kyan when he got his hands on him. Saint had been awarded a bunch of accolades and awards and had been asked to speak as one of this year's outstanding graduates. Some of the pomp and posturing had been lost though when Kyan decided to start whooping with excitement and fist pumping at the end of every sentence Saint read from his speech. It had been pretty over the top and I personally found it really fucking funny, but I was guessing Saint had ideas about spanking him for it which he wanted to play out.

"Where have they gotten to?" Saint demanded, turning back to face us and I shrugged.

"They'll be doing what they always do when they go missing," Blake said with a smirk and Saint narrowed his eyes.

"You're right," he growled, looking around slowly before stalking away towards the far side of the building, cutting a path right across the freshly manicured grass.

We followed him, letting him do his Sainty senses thing as he rounded a corner, and the soft sound of a moan reached my ears.

"They'll be looking for us," Tatum gasped, her point very much diminished by the gasp of pleasure that followed her words.

"Then come for me quick, baby, and we won't have to face the wrath of the Devil," Kyan growled.

The sounds of heavy breaths and barely stifled moans followed and as we stepped around another corner, we found them in a stone alcove. Kyan had Tatum pinned to the wall, her blue dress hitched up and his pants hanging from his ass as he fucked her like a man possessed.

Tatum's eyes flew open and she spotted the three of us just as she came for him, her moans mixed with a gasp of, "Oh, shit." As Kyan slammed into her a few more times before finding his own release.

"What a surprise," Saint drawled, folding his arms. "The drop-out delinquents are around here fucking like rabbits while the scholars accept their diplomas."

"We watched the ceremony," Kyan argued as he lowered her to the ground and fastened his fly. "At least we did until you three had your shiny little scrolls. Then we got kinda bored and Tatum begged me to give her my dick. You know I'm not going to say no to my wife when she requests cock."

"Shut up," Tatum hissed at him, slapping his chest as she righted her dress and moved past him to us. "I'm sorry, we meant to get back before it was over," she added to us, looking kinda bashful and there was no way in hell I was going to be mad at her over it.

"You watched the bit that counted," I shrugged. "But if you really wanna make it up to us-"

"No," Saint snapped. "There's no more time for fucking. We have a plane to catch."

"A plane?" Blake asked with a frown.

"Yes. And if we don't leave now, the flight will have to be rescheduled." Saint grabbed Tatum's hand and towed her away from all of us as he headed for the parking lot.

"Am I the only one who is totally lost here?" I asked, frowning as I tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"He's gone all Saint," Blake groaned while Kyan chuckled.

"Hey, I'm not complaining. If there's a plane then you know it'll be one of those fancy jets he loves. The real question is, who wants to join the mile-high club?" He stuck his hand in