Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,219

staff only. He pushed me against the wall inside, pressing a hand to my mouth and I pressed a hand to his in return as we burst out laughing, trying to keep the sound contained.

“You little fucks,” the janitor snarled, his voice reverberating around the pool room. “Oh fuck my fucking life. What kind of sicko would leave their panties in the pool? I oughta write to the school board about this.”

Monroe took his away hand from my mouth, tugging on his boxers and pants, holding his hoodie between his teeth as he put on his shoes. I followed suit, tugging on my jeans sans panties and dragging my top on before stuffing my bra into my back pocket. My boots were unlaced and half falling off as Monroe pulled me over to the window as he pulled his hoodie on one-handed and I heard footsteps approaching from the pool room. Shit shit shit.

Monroe yanked the window open, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me to help me out. My feet hit the floor and I stumbled, realising I was maybe a little drunk as I swallowed another laugh.

“Hey!” Pete shouted from inside and Monroe jumped down behind me, throwing his letterman jacket on and tugging up the hood on his hoodie.

We raced onto the path as Pete leaned out the window and called profanities after us. “You jumped up, self-entitled little cunts! You’re lucky I have a bad knee or I’d hunt you down and pulverise you little shits!” he roared and we gave up trying to stifle our laughter, bursting out into hysterics as we tore up the path and into the woods.

“What about the golf cart?” I asked through my laughter.

“Fuck it. It can’t be traced back to us.” Monroe tugged me onward and we climbed the hill, disappearing into the dark before reaching the track high up in the trees. We sprinted along it in the direction of the headmaster’s house and when I spotted the porchlights, I increased my pace, tugging Monroe along behind me.

We made it to the back door, breathless and still laughing and Monroe shoved me against it, kissing me with the force of a hurricane. The scent of chlorine and bad deeds filled the air as I clung to my guardian angel, tearing my nails down his back as he fumbled with the door handle and we almost fell inside as he got the door open. I gripped his neck as he held me up by the waist and marched me backwards towards the bathroom while we continued to kiss and paw at each other in the dark.

“You need a shower, dirty girl,” he said against my mouth and I clawed my fingers into his hair, nodding my agreement.

He pushed the bathroom door open, leaving it wide and flicking the light on as he eyed me again, licking his lips, the sight of that sending my pulse haywire. I wanted to tear into him, eat him up, but he was clearly going to drag out the torture.

Monroe started pulling my damp clothes off and I let him, a smile on my lips as he took in every piece of skin he bared until I was standing naked before him. He dropped his jacket and pulled off his hoodie so he was just standing in black jeans before me with a tempting smile on his lips. He guided me over to the shower and I got in obediently, switching it on and tipping my head back as the heated water rushed over me.

Monroe shed his jeans and boxers then stepped in behind me naked, kissing my shoulder. I sighed as he grabbed a sponge and squeezed some vanilla scented soap onto it. He twisted me around by the hips to face him, starting to lather it all over my body, his eyes dark and revealing the hunter in him.

“Kiss me, princess," he instructed and I leaned in, teasing his lower lip between my teeth as he watched me with undeniable lust in his dark blue eyes.

When he slid the sponge down between my legs, he sucked in a breath at the same moment I did. My back arched and my hips rolled in time with the movements of his hand as he ran the sponge up and down, pleasure making my toes scrunch up and my breathing grow heavy.

“It’s your turn,” I said firmly, lowering my hand to wrap it around his hard shaft and knocking his hand away from me