Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,71

love, but we won’t be coming back."

"I want to see her!" she called after me, but I was already jumping into the back of the car as Saint began to pull away.

Saint hit the button to lower his window as he passed the two of them and called out, "I owe each of you a favour in a future I hope we live to see."

They didn't get a chance to reply to that as he hit the gas and we tore away, leaving them behind with their mouths open in protest and the dust from the rear wheels kicking up over them.

"Take a right. I don't recognise their location, but they're not moving anymore," Monroe instructed at the end of the long driveway and I glanced between the seats to see that he had the tracker app open on his phone. After we'd lost Tatum, Saint had insisted on all of us installing it and I was damn glad he had now.

I took my own phone from my pocket and tried to call both Kyan and Tatum, but neither of them picked up and my anxiety levels rose even higher. What if they needed us? What if we'd lost too much time while getting caught up with our escape?

My body was tight with tension as we raced up road after road, heading much further from the school than I'd expected before turning onto a dirt track. The mom mobile handled it like a pro, bouncing along while Saint's eyes sparkled with a hue of smug that made me think of the sounds my car had been making while Tatum had taken this route too. Yeah, yeah, his soccer mom wagon could get the point for being better off road, but he still looked like a middle aged woman driving it.

We pulled out onto another street then crossed over onto a dirt track again before starting up a steep hill.

"They're just up ahead," Monroe said anxiously and my fists bunched as I prepared myself for a fight just in case.

Saint stopped the car abruptly at the top of the hill and I threw myself out of my door as I spotted my beat up looking sports car parked right in front of us.

I took several running steps towards it before falling still beside Saint and Nash, folding my arms at the sight before me.

Tatum and Kyan seemed to be absolutely fucking fine. He had her pinned to the hood of my car, the two of them kissing with a desperate kind of fervour as her hands fisted in his hair and he drove his cock into her with an animalistic brutality. His pants were around his ankles and hers tossed aside while her panties hadn't even made it off of her, the fabric clearly shoved out of the way to allow for this desperate claiming.

I wanted to be angry at them for making us worry like that when they were clearly alright, but as I looked beyond them to the disturbed ground and the rope made out of seatbelts that dropped over the edge of the ravine, my irritation melted.

I took a step closer to the edge, looking down at the wreck below, my eyebrows arching as I spotted a broken body down there too.

Tatum moaned loudly as she came and Kyan cursed, thrusting into her harder and harder until he was coming too, his hand knotting in her hair as he kissed her through it, driving his tongue into her mouth. It was pretty fucking hot actually. And I couldn't help but feel my own cock stirring as I watched them.

They finally broke their kiss, the two of them sweaty and panting as Tatum turned those big blues on us sheepishly, looking the picture of innocence even while she clearly still had Kyan's dick buried inside of her.

"Looking good, princess, I guess you didn't need help from the cavalry after all," Nash commented as she bit her lip.

"Is there a point in the day when the two of you ever feel is suitable to refrain from fucking?" Saint asked, seeming more pissed over the fact that they hadn't bothered to let us know they were alright before giving in to their need to screw each other.

"Nope," Kyan replied with a grin as he slowly withdrew from her, pulling his pants up again. I noticed his shirt was split apart right down the middle and frowned as he tugged the remains of it off. "Especially not when I was just kidnapped