Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,220

in the same movement.

The unit was full of steam and water was tumbling over Monroe's chest, making him look like some sort of Viking god and I was more than happy to drop to my knees for this deity. His fingers were flexing like he was trying to keep them off me as I stroked him, slowly tightening my grip. He groaned with need and I lowered to my knees before him, gripping the base of his cock as I ran my tongue all the way along the underside of it.

He panted my name in encouragement, his fingers sliding into my soaking hair as I sucked the tip of him and tasted his arousal on my tongue. I gazed up at him and our eyes locked as I slowly took him into my mouth as far as I could before dragging him out again, my teeth grazing his shaft ever so slightly. He was hard as iron in my hand and I was equally wet for him all over again. The adrenaline from escaping the janitor was still twisting through my veins and making me feel high as hell. I upped my pace, pumping the base of his dick as I sucked and licked him, driving him mad as he started thrusting into my mouth.

“Fuck, Tatum,” he gasped. “I’m gonna – argh.” He came hard, the hot liquid rolling down my throat as I swallowed and hummed my approval.

I stood up and kissed him as he leaned back against the wall and tugged me closer by the hips.

“Tell me I can keep you,” he growled, an edge to his tone telling me he needed me to say those words.

“You can keep me,” I vowed, tip-toeing up to trace his mouth with mine.

He smiled wickedly then grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squeezing some into his palm and rubbing it into my hair before doing his own. When I rinsed it out, he did the conditioner next, massaging my scalp until I was turning to mush. God, being touched by him felt so good. I never wanted him to stop.

When we were clean, we stepped out of the shower and I took a moment to dry my hair a little with a towel so it didn’t drip all over the floor.

"Let's go to my room. I’m gonna make you forget your name and scream mine." Monroe hitched a towel around his waist and dragged me through the open door before I could grab a towel myself to cover up. I laughed as we stepped out into the living room and –

“Which name will she be screaming exactly?” Saint deadpanned.

I shrieked as I spotted Saint sitting on the couch with a direct view into the freaking bathroom, his feet resting on the coffee table, his ankles neatly crossed.

"Holy fuck!" Monroe barked, shoving me behind him to shield my body from Saint, like that was the most important thing right now. My heart raged against my ribs as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wrapping it around me quickly and moving to Monroe's side again as he came up with an explanation that not even a half-brained monkey would have believed. Let alone Saint Memphis.

“We just went for a run and the hot water doesn’t last in the shower too long, so we had to-”

"Enough," Saint said sharply and Monroe fell quiet, his whole body tensing.

Saint got to his feet, walking to the fridge and dropping down as he opened the freezer and took out a bottle of chilled vodka.

"What the fuck?" Monroe snarled.

"I put it in the freezer when I arrived," Saint explained like that was what Monroe had meant as he poured himself a measure in a tumbler and sipped on it slowly, seeming deep in thought. “Which was about an hour ago by the way. And yes, I was here when you came back. And yes, I could have alerted you to my presence then. And yes, I could see into the shower the entire time. And yes, you should have considered closing the bathroom door. But you really seemed too busy to think of it.”

“Saint," I said firmly. "I know what this looks like, but-"

"Yes, I am aware of what it looks like, I am standing here seeing it with my own two eyes, Tatum." He sipped the vodka again then placed it down on the side, leaning back against the worktop as he looked between us, letting us squirm. "I also know what it is like because I