Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,59

of person she really was. But it was still strange to be waited on by her when I would have called her a friend not long ago.

Kyan stood up too and Danny got crowded in between his and Blake's shoulders as they led him outside to the deck ringing the common house overlooking the lake.

"Come on, Saint," Blake called. "He might need the sadist's point of view. And are you sure you don't wanna weigh in, Monroe? Some girls might be into scandalous rollerblade sex or whatever the fuck it is people liked to do in the seventies."

Monroe just glared at him in answer and Saint started to get up to follow them, his face pinching in pain as he did so. I leapt out of my seat to help him and he let me support him as he stood, his breath fanning against my mouth as we got too close to one another. I glanced up at him under my lashes as the scent of apple and danger consumed me. He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear before moving away and his touch left a burn in its wake.

I turned back to my seat, falling down next to Monroe almost as close as we'd been before. I realised too late that I should have taken the opportunity to move away. But now I’d made my bed, I had to lie in it. Monroe’s eyes darted to the other students, but no one was looking our way and it wasn’t like we were doing anything wrong or even had any intention of doing anything wrong considering the anger blazing between us. Part of me ached to lean into him though, feel the warmth of his body against mine and relive every second of the time we'd spent in that cabin together. Before the whole world had fallen apart. Before what we had had been fractured too.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he told me, his eyes boring into mine for a second before he stood up and walked away, leaving me there alone. My heart crushed as I watched him go, a fundamental piece of me seeming to leave with him.

My throat was thick as he slipped through the door to the restroom and I gripped the edge of the couch as I fought down the pain swelling in me. I took a few measured breaths, knotting my fingers together as I sat there, hating this rift growing between us.

I kept looking over at the bathroom door and suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out, my pulse skipping as I found a message from him.

Nash:

Come here.

I bit down on my lip, his words sparking a wild and expectant energy in me. Was I going to risk going to him? I barely had to think the question before the answer came to me. I needed to see him. We had to sort this shit out between us. But I knew doing it here was risky.

I got to my feet, casually crossing the room and slipping through the door that led into the bathroom. The second I did, Monroe pushed it shut behind me and twisted the lock. His mouth was on mine before I could take a single breath and he lifted me by my ass, planting me down on the vanity unit beside the sink and stepping between my thighs. His kiss was hard and devouring and I could taste his anger on his tongue, but his hunger for me was all consuming beneath it.

I shoved him back as I found my strength, smacking him across the face. His head wheeled sideways from the force I used and he turned back to me with a snarl, grabbing my ponytail and yanking it hard, making me yelp. The party was too loud for someone to hear us, but he immediately glanced at the door as that worry crossed his mind too.

“I thought you didn’t want to take risks,” I hissed at him, shoving my hands into his chest as he released my ponytail and he pushed back against my hands, forcing his body into them with his superior strength.

“Well maybe if you didn’t drive me fucking crazy out there I wouldn’t have to.” He leaned in close to my face and I fisted my hands in his shirt. “I don’t want to fight with you,” he snarled.

“Then maybe you should have thought about that before being a hypocritical asshole,” I whisper-shouted at him.

He glared at me,