Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,85

rolled his eyes.

Kyan muscled his way past Monroe to get inside, placing my overnight bag down beside the couch. The rest of us filed in and Kyan flung himself down in a seat with a sigh. "Maybe I'll stay with you guys tonight." He pressed his tongue into his cheek as he looked at me, his eyes glittering with mischief. The expression had my stomach fluttering.

"No. You know I have work for you to do," Saint said harshly from the doorway. "And we're bordering on late already, so get back outside."

"What are you up to?" Monroe asked and Kyan stood up, rubbing his thumb over the corner of his mouth as he smirked.

"We're going hunting," Blake said, his voice rough and dark.

"For the fucking 'Justice Ninja'," Kyan air quoted the words.

"We just have to squeeze the right throats tonight and we might get a name at last," Saint purred, the excitement in his voice clear.

I noticed Kyan had his fucking hunting knife on his hip and everything. They really were taking this seriously.

"Be careful," I said as Blake pulled me in for a tight hug.

His mouth found mine and he kissed me unashamedly in front of them all. The second he pulled away, Kyan took his place, grabbing my waist and dipping me low just to out-do Blake as he drove his tongue into my mouth, swallowing my squeal of surprise. I could taste them both when he released me, pushing me into Monroe's arms and it was the most deadly, enticing concoction. I wonder what all four of them taste like mixed together…

My gaze met Saint's and my heart drummed harder as he eyed my lips with heated lust before turning sharply and striding out the door. Blake followed and Kyan was last, taking his sweet time and stepping outside, pulling the door over with his head still poking into the house. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He winked.

"That's a short list," Monroe called after him.

"True. There's only one item on it, Nash," he whispered then shut the door mysteriously.

"What do you think that is?" I turned to Monroe and he grinned.

"Anal. Taking, obviously," Monroe said with a shrug.

I snorted then silence fell between us and my stomach swirled as I realised we were alone at last.

"Do you wanna...have something to eat?" he offered and I strode toward him, shaking my head. "Watch TV?"

"No," I breathed, a sideways smile pulling at my lips.

"Oh," he said in realisation then grinned wickedly. He slipped past me, locking the front door before turning fast, grabbing my hand and dragging me across the room and into his bedroom. "Do you have any idea how many times I've thought about having you in this bed, princess?" He shoved me down onto the mattress and I laughed as I bounced on it, kicking my heels off as he took in the tight black long-sleeved dress Saint had picked out for me. I fell back against his sheets, his pine scent everywhere as I took in the room with white walls and dark blue accents. There was a rack of weights against one wall beside a punching bag and a full length mirror on the other which was wide enough that it gave me a view of most of the bed. "Kinky," I teased. "Have you had Mr Helix in here bent to your will as you whisper about erupting volcanoes in his ear?"

"No," he growled, kicking the door shut, his face saying he was in no mood for jokes as he dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

My eyes travelled over his sculpted body, trailing across the tigress tattoo on his chest to the roses curling along his collarbone and the tribal markings winding over his pecs. I sucked on my lip as my core clenched, so ready for him that I was losing my mind.

“Miss Pontus maybe?” I arched a brow and he huffed out a breath.

“Stop talking,” he ordered and I did, biting my lip as I focused on this tempting man before me.

I moved up onto my knees at the end of the bed and he reached down, grabbing the hem of my dress and practically tearing it off of my body. He drank in the dark green lingerie combo I wore with desperation in his eyes and I shivered from that look alone. He reached down, unclipping my bra and pulling it off then he pushed my shoulders so I fell back on the bed.