Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,87

and the rest is history. But when we went steady together, I bought these as a gesture of my devotion.” He opened the box and my gaze fell on two bracelets. One was a delicate silver band with a glittering row of pink sapphires arrange in the shape of half a heart. The other, was a black leather band with a silver crest that had the other half of the heart engraved on it.

“We weren’t whole without each other. That’s how it felt,” Cooper rasped and emotion welled in my chest. “I can see you two feel the same way about each other. I’d recognise that look anywhere. And it would make me so damn happy if you’d take these.” He looked to Blake. “Mom asked me to give them to you when you fell in love.”

“Dad, I can’t,” Blake croaked. “They’re yours.”

“No,” Cooper said seriously, moving forward to press the box into his son’s hand. “They’re yours. It’s what she wanted. And your mother always got her way.” He smiled sadly and a tear dripped down his cheek. He crushed Blake into another fierce hug and suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling me into it too.

“You look after each other,” Cooper growled. “Don’t make me regret letting you kids walk out of here.”

“We won’t,” I promised. “Thank you.”

He let us go and I was surprised by how much it hurt to say goodbye. We headed back to the elevator and Cooper waved as the doors closed.

“He’s great,” I told Blake, smiling at him and finding him staring down at the bracelets in the box.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “He is.” He took the silver one out and offered it to me, making my throat tight at the weight of the offering.

“Are you sure?” I breathed. It was his mom’s, and it felt like accepting a piece of his soul by wearing it.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything or anyone,” he told me in a deep tone that brought heat to my cheeks.

I held out my wrist and he clasped it in place then I did the same for him with the other one while he pushed the box into his pocket.

“It’s beautiful.” I admired the jewellery on my wrist, the sapphires catching the light. I grabbed his shirt in my hand, tugging him close. “I love you, Blake. You’re my dark soldier, and I see the depths of your scars. I’ll spend forever trying to heal the marks left on your heart.”

He lifted me up, crushing me to the back wall of the elevator as his mouth came down on mine. I tasted the weight of his love, his pain, his desire. He was my beautiful, broken, golden boy and I needed to draw the sunlight out from the darkness in him and see it shine from his eyes once more.

I clutched his shoulders and ran my fingers up into his hair, his hands sliding under my shirt at the back, so I felt the burning heat of his flesh against mine. His mouth broke away from my lips and his teeth grazed up my cheek to my ear, leaving a hungry fire in its wake. His cock firmed between my legs and he ground into me so it created friction against my clit and I gasped in pleasure.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled and a shiver rolled smoothly down my spine.

“Then get inside me,” I half demanded, half laughed as the elevator doors opened on the bottom floor. He carried me through the atrium and out to the car, ripping the door open and laying me down on the back seat. He climbed in on top of me, tugging the door closed and kissing me hard. I kicked my shoes off and lifted my hips so he could pull my sweatpants off with my panties then he tugged his own pants down to free his hard length.

“Are you wet enough for me, sweetheart?” he asked, dropping his hand between my thighs and I gasped and bucked my hips as he circled his knuckles in my soaking heat. “Fuck yes.”

He clutched my hips, lining himself up with me and thrusting inside me without mercy, making my whole body arch beneath him.

He smeared his knuckles over my mouth, his eyes lighting up at the sight. “Taste how much you want me, Cinders.” I sucked his fingers greedily, my hips rocking to meet his fervent thrusts as he claimed me. I was enraptured by him, getting off on how filthy and