Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,213

words making our lips touch the smallest amount as I slid my other hand to the door handle and twisted it.

The look she gave me in the moonlight was all lust and a promise of every wicked thing I'd imagined doing to her. But as I pushed the door behind her open a crack and pulled away, she frowned at me as she caught on.

"Where are you going?" she asked as I backed up another step.

"If I come in there with you then I'm going to lose the battle I've got going with this thin line of control I have right now, Tatum, and I have no intention to do that with you tonight."

"But, the rules are different now. I thought-"

"You thought that all of my self control hinged on something written on a piece of paper?" I teased as I backed up again. "No. Unfortunately for you, I'm not as simple as that to unravel."

"Saint," she called after me like I was insane as I continued to back away from her and I only smiled as Blake appeared in the doorway behind her. He gave me a questioning look and I nodded, causing him to tug her back inside.

I waited until he closed the door and the warmth of the light from within The Temple was stolen, leaving me alone in the darkness again. And then I turned and walked back into the shadows where I belonged.

I hadn't had any time alone with Monroe for so long that I was getting desperate. Tonight, I would be staying with him and I couldn't wait to be in our own private space together where I could tear his clothes off and kiss him as much as I wanted. And it was more than that, we never got to have any kind of real conversation with the others around. We were constantly preoccupied with trying to pretend we meant nothing to each other outside of his Night Bound duties and I was tired of keeping away from him.

I’d often meet Monroe’s gaze, my chest filling with longing before Kyan tossed us a smirk or made a suggestive face. Whenever he caught us out, we resolutely stopped looking at each other and that just made me hurt. It was also infuriating. So I wanted to make the most of tonight. I was excited to head to his place and had to try and hide my grin as Blake, Kyan and Saint walked me there in the evening.

"Be a good girl, Tatum," Saint instructed as Kyan and Blake claimed kisses from me and Monroe watched patiently from the door.

After the kiss me and Saint had shared last night, I wondered if he might move to take one from me now. But the wall was back in his eyes today and I got the feeling if I stepped toward him in the hopes of that, he’d only draw away. And I was quite done being rejected by Saint Memphis. It was especially humiliating when I thought of all the hurt he’d put me through, and now he somehow had me panting like a bitch in heat for him. Goddammit. I really needed to get a grip. Weren’t three guys enough for my libido?

As Saint’s muscles flexed against his shirt, my metaphorical panties dropped right down to my ankles and I cursed myself internally. Nope, apparently three guys just don’t cut it. But I was willing to bet four was the magic number. I wanted the full set of Night Keepers even if the idea of that should have been crazy. Christ, who am I? Four guys?? What would Jess think? Actually, she’d probably be whooping and cheering for me while I laughed at her. Besides, I was clearly one lucky bitch, so I certainly wasn’t going to ruin this situation by second guessing myself.

I glanced at Monroe again and who didn't even seem annoyed about Kyan and Blake’s displays of affection, just anxious for them to leave so he could have me to himself.

I stepped through the door, waving goodbye to the others before pushing it shut and beaming at Monroe. He reached past me to lock the door and his fresh pine scent wrapped around me, making my heart beat even faster. Hell, I'd missed him. It wasn't anywhere close to fulfilling seeing him outside of this house because I couldn't touch him the way I wanted to, kiss him when the desire took me. We were overly cautious to the point of insanity,