Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,57

generous mood," Monroe pointed out, his hand skimming mine as he reached for his beer again.

I swear I got half electrocuted whenever he did it. It was infuriating the way my body reacted to his, my thighs clenching together which only served to trap Kyan’s hand there and make him growl and force them apart again. I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get some outlet for all this fury and desire.

I wanted to drag Monroe away and smack him for everything he’d said to me and kiss him for how much I hated fighting with him. I had half a mind to drag Kyan away with us too and see how he liked it when I slid my hand between his thighs. Gah, they were all so distracting in general, but the heat of them up close was strong enough to fry my brain and turn my body into a puddle.

"Well he's a friend by association," I said with an eyeroll and all four of them shifted like I'd just told them my friend was God himself and he'd come to smite them all.

"He?" Kyan gritted out and I couldn't help a laugh as I realised what had bothered them all so much.

"Jealous, baby?" I mocked him, but the shadow didn't leave his eyes.

"You’d better explain quickly, princess, or it looks like these three are going to start torturing every guy in this room," Monroe taunted, though the underlying ice in his voice told me he wasn’t done being pissed at me. And he certainly wasn’t going to admit that he was jealous too.

I lowered my voice to a whisper, ignoring him as I looked to the others. "Danny Harper needs some advice. Like, bedroom advice. I promised Mila I'd ask for your help. Subtly, obviously," I added as Blake's face split into a shit-eating grin.

He threw his head back, howling like a wolf while Kyan released a low laugh. Saint's face was thoughtful like he was trying to work out if there was anything in it for him and Monroe just sipped his beer.

"I'm not giving sex advice to a student," Monroe tsked. Pissy asshole.

"Well the last time you got laid was probably nineteen seventy eight or some shit," Blake tossed at him. "Sex has upgraded since then, old man."

"I'm twenty four, fuckwit, not fucking sixty," Monroe shot back. "And just because you screw girls like it's an Olympic sport doesn't make you good at it."

Kyan smacked Monroe on the back of the head as he leaned behind me and I jammed my elbow into his gut too under the guise of rearranging myself. Monroe’s glare said he knew exactly what I was doing and my smirk said I gave no shits.

"Nash gets every girl wet in this school just by being a bossy asshole teacher,” Kyan taunted, twisting his fingers into my ponytail. “He could have fucked his way through the daughters of every elite family in Sequoia if he wanted to. But you wouldn't be so naughty would you, Headmaster?"

Monroe gave him an even look across me as my heart thundered like it was trying to give us away. "No. I wouldn’t."

"You should really stop looking at our girl like that then," Saint deadpanned, a challenge in his eyes as he dared Monroe to bite back at him and my heart thundered even harder against my chest.

I stole a glance at Monroe and he shrugged. "I'm not looking at shit,” he said coldly and my teeth ground together.

“Well are any of you going to help Danny or what?" I asked, wanting to kill this conversation dead before it got any more momentum. Especially with the topic of Monroe screwing students.

"Sure thing, baby. We'll tell Danny how to fuck his girl right," Kyan said, sharing a look with Blake that unnerved me a little. What the hell were they thinking?

"Danny Harper! Come over here!" Blake hollered, his voice carrying above the party.

Danny looked over in surprise and Mila looked to me with a question in her eyes which I answered with a slight nod. Danny headed away from his friends and Kyan scooted up the couch, shoving me half into Monroe’s lap to make room on his other side for Danny and crushing me in between them. It wasn't the worst place in the world to be normally, but seeing as Monroe was currently shooting me daggers and my chest was swirling with the fires of hell, it wasn’t exactly ideal.

Kyan slung his arm