Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,61

come out," I said, my throat tight with emotion.

"I know, princess," he said softly. "You're so strong."

"Sometimes I don't want to be. I want to fall apart, let go of all my shattered pieces and just…break." My heart crumpled in my chest and he took my hand, holding it to his lips and kissing my fingers sweetly.

"If you break, I think I'll break with you. I feel your pain like it's a part of me too," he said, his voice gruff. "But you won't break, Tatum Rivers. You will find a way through this. I’ve seen you do it before."

I thanked him with a lingering kiss and he helped me down off of the counter. I turned and reapplied my lipstick while he watched like a hawk and I knew our time together was already coming to an end.

"You’d better go," I told him, sad that we had to part so soon.

He nodded, running his fingers down my spine and making my whole body tingle before he headed away, exiting the bathroom and disappearing out of sight. I stared at myself in the mirror, finding my eyes thick with shadow. They didn't seem so bright blue anymore. They were like a sea overcast by clouds. And I wasn't sure the sun would ever break through them again.

I headed back into the common house, moving through the crowd and finding everyone parting for me, some even bowing their heads in respect. It was weird as shit and something I was never going to get used to.

As I made it back to the couch, I saw Danny outside with the Night Keepers. Monroe had joined them and was frowning at Blake as he acted out some sort of move on Saint, grinding his hips against him while Saint tried to push him away one-handed. I snorted a laugh, watching as Danny took it so seriously. I started getting slightly mortified though as Blake showed him tongue movements on his own hand and I gazed on in shock as I recognised all of them. Jesus.

Kyan weighed in with the odd word or two then caught hold of Danny's throat, apparently showing him how hard to squeeze. Someone dropped down beside me and I turned, finding Mila there, watching the guys with interest.

"What do you think Saint's saying?" she whispered and I glanced back to find he was talking to Danny with no expression on his face while Danny nodded seriously, apparently absorbing what he was saying. Whatever it was, Monroe apparently agreed with it as he weighed in too, nodding his head.

"I have literally no idea," I said just as Blake dropped down to the wooden boards and started humping them with all kinds of hip movements which made my lips pop open.

"Fuck me, that boy has talent," Mila commented. We both huddled closer together, trying not to laugh at Danny as Blake made him get down on the floor and start repeating the actions. But it was impossible not to.

"Do you think this is going to work?" she whispered to me.

I looked at Danny on the floor, grinding his body into it with enthusiasm and considered that. "Umm..."

"Hey Tatum!" Blake called. "We need a willing body."

"I'm not willing," I joked and he leaned through the doorway with a savage expression on his face.

"Come out here, Cinders, or I'll come and get you."

Mila jabbed me in the side in encouragement and I gave her a look of mock annoyance before getting up and heading outside. Blake grabbed me immediately, shoving me back against Kyan who locked an arm around my shoulders to immobilise me. I gasped as Blake gripped my chin between his finger and thumb, smirking at me before leaning in and kissing my ear, my neck, my collar bone. I stopped being embarrassed as I lost myself to his touch, moaning as my eyes fluttered half closed.

"Easy, see?" Blake pulled away and my lips pursed. "Now you try."

Danny took a step towards me and the light atmosphere changed so fast, it was like a lightning bolt had struck the ground.

"Not on her, fuckwit, go try it out on your girl," Saint snarled as Kyan tugged me against him protectively and Blake looked like he was about to throw Danny over the railing into the lake. Monroe had taken a purposeful step toward him too and his clenched fist told me Danny was lucky he hadn't come at me any faster.

"Yeah, sorry dude, I wasn't thinking." Danny rubbed a hand over his