Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,88

before he did it again and I lost my mind, moaning and panting into his hand as my body tensed up and pleasure washed through me like sunshine pouring directly into my veins. Monroe stood upright, gripping my ankles and slamming his hips against me a few more furious times before he came, making my toes curl at the feel of him branding me as his.

I realised he had claw marks raked down his shoulders and he cursed as he pulled out of me, noticing them himself. My legs fell to the bed and worry twisted through me.

"I'll keep a shirt on around the others, but the bigger issue is those, princess." He pointed at a line of crescent nail marks over my hip and I sighed as I sat up, running my fingers across them, quietly liking that he'd marked me.

"Kyan will cover for us," I said and Monroe frowned as he rearranged his pants. I stood up, cupping his cheek, sensing my words had upset him. "You are okay with me being with him too, aren't you?"

He sighed, looking down at me as I gently scraped my nails along his jaw. "Yeah...I’m happy that you make him happy. He needs you, like I need you.”

I tip-toed up to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around me, tugging me against his chest. I could feel my desire for him rising again already. The roughness of his jeans against my sensitive skin was delicious.

"Sometimes I worry how much I enjoy their company. I was only ever meant to join the Night Keepers to get close to Saint," he growled, an edge of distress in his tone.

I smoothed out the crease in his brow. "His father is your real target," I reminded him and Monroe sighed.

"I know...I guess I just wanted to focus on his son as well seeing as Troy Memphis showed my mother and my brother no mercy. Maybe I wanted to fuck with his entitled little heir."

"But that's hardly fair," I pushed, not wanting to argue again but that didn't mean I was going to back down on this. I'd been targeted for that very same reason by the Night Keepers. I knew the injustice of it first hand. And it wasn't something I could stand by and allow to happen to Saint now that he'd gone to hell and back for me.

Monroe lowered his hands to my ass, squeezing firmly as he held me in place against him and I felt him growing hard for me again. "You're very convincing when you're naked," he mused.

"It's a gift," I said lightly.

He sighed, looking at me for a long moment. "How about a compromise? We use Saint to get to Troy, but he won't be a casualty in the fallout. We could try getting into his laptop again to see if we can find something that'll help us get to his father."

"Sounds good to me," I agreed. "I'll try and get a recording of him typing in his password because knowing Saint, we're never going to guess it."

"It's probably fifty characters long with fucking umlauts on the vowels and a whole Beethoven symphony in the middle of it."

I laughed and he grinned, walking me back towards the bed again.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me it was your birthday," he said in frustration. "I would have-"

"What? Baked me a cake and sung me happy birthday?" I rolled my eyes, falling down on the bed beneath him.

He frowned then darted out of the room, returning a minute later with a box of lemon drizzle cakes under one arm and a slice in his hand with a lit tealight sitting on top of it.

I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it and I swear nothing inside me hurt for that one perfect moment. He held it out for me and I sat up, blowing it out.

"Did you make a wish, princess?" he purred, tossing the box of cakes on the bed beside me and throwing the tealight on the floor.

I nodded as he held the small rectangular cake to my lips and I took a bite, devouring half of it. I'd wished for everything to be okay again, as simple and as sad as that was. But I just hoped for a future which held light in it, a good time I could move toward day by day. And here with Monroe, it seemed almost possible.

He moved onto the bed, pushing me down to lay beneath him as he