Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,46

know, Kyan Roscoe,” Saint growled. “Nothing would ever lower my opinion of you.”

“I love you, man,” Blake added. “And I’m sorry you had to deal with this alone for so long.”

Kyan sagged with relief as he clung to the men he’d chosen for his brothers for a little longer before shoving them off playfully.

“Alright, alright, I’m an idiot for doubting you,” he said with a relieved laugh. “Now unless one of you wants to suck my cock, I suggest you sit back down and decide whether or not you wanna help me and Tate take those motherfuckers down?”

Kyan dragged me into his lap with a wide grin and I couldn’t help but beam back at him as Saint considered what we wanted.

“Yes…I will assist you,” Saint agreed. “I’ll need to sit with you and go over every single detail you know about their organisation-”

“I was afraid of that,” Kyan groaned.

“It may take some time, but I’m sure I’ll find a way to unravel their twisted little club.” Saint said it with an almost lustful expression and I realised he was totally in his element. And who better to help us take down a bunch of monsters, than the most dangerous monster I knew?

T he first day of class after the Christmas break had been a success for the most part. Pearl Devickers had managed not to try and flash me her tits during P.E., none of the little assholes had been sent for a 'chat with the head' and I hadn't even had to give anyone detention.

All in all it was a good day, and it was about to get a hell of a lot better because Tatum was about to come join me for our first kickboxing lesson of the term and I hadn't had her to myself since we'd been in that cabin waiting for her dad to arrive. We'd hung out a lot as a group with the other Night Keepers over the Christmas break, but the risk of them catching onto us had meant that I hadn't so much as touched her in all of that time and now that we'd already crossed that line, I found myself desperate to tear through it again.

Even better than the fact that I had a perfectly valid excuse to be rolling around on the mats with her for the next couple of hours was the fact that I had her all to myself tonight too. And I planned to make damn good use of every single second of that time.

I'd already crossed into forbidden territory with her and there was no way that I could turn back now. So if I was going to go to hell anyway then I wanted to be sure I'd sinned as much as physically possible before then.

The door swung open just as I was drawing the blinds closed over the window. It was dark out anyway so it wouldn't draw suspicion.

As Tatum stepped in, I moved towards her, turning the key in the lock behind her as I crowded her back against the door.

"Fuck, I've missed you this week," I groaned as I leaned close and inhaled the sweet scent of her skin.

"You've seen me every day," she replied with a laugh, swatting my chest and making me groan.

"Yeah, but I can't touch you when the others are there. I feel like I can hardly even look at you either. It’s like a slow form of torture which has had my balls aching and me jacking off alone to the memory of your body every damn night." I pressed a kiss to her neck and she moaned softly as she arched into me. "And then I have to watch Kyan and Blake pawing at you all the damn time. It's fucking painful, princess."

"You're the one who told me that you couldn't make me any promises. You can't expect me to be exclusive..."

"I'm not saying that," I ground out, even though truth be told, it was killing me to see her with them and not me. But it wasn't fair of me to try and force promises from her when I knew I couldn't put her first. There would always be that one pressing thing which had to be my priority. And until I'd seen Troy Memphis pay for what he'd taken from me, I couldn't even commit to surviving whatever it was that I'd need to do to bring him down. Let alone make her promises of a future. "But I wish I