Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,89

brought the rest of the cake to his mouth. Then he paused, grinning darkly at me. "I think I'll have mine à la Tatum."

I quirked an eyebrow at him which he answered by pushing the cake between my legs and shoving his fingers into me to crush it inside me. I gasped as he dropped his mouth between my thighs to devour it and I was lost to the lap of his tongue and the graze of his teeth, the world fading all around me until it was just me and this beautiful man and a whole night to do as we pleased.

I sat in class with Saint on my left and Kyan on my right while Miss Pontus blathered on about something Shakespeare had supposedly meant in one of his plays and I gave no shits at all. I mean, it seemed a bit presumptuous to me to say that he'd been using his work to make a comment on anything at all. Maybe he just got off on writing characters and ruining their lives? Perhaps he took joy in birthing people with his imagination and then getting an audience to care for them just so that he could bathe in the tears of the people who came to see his work when he killed their favourite character and fucked up everyone else's lives in the process. If I was going to write a story, I had to think that would be at least some of my motivation. Why not fuck with a fictional life just for shits and giggles? And really, even if he did have some deeper meaning to his work, who was Miss Pontus to say that? If Shakespeare himself wanted to rise from the grave to tell me that then great, I was all ears. But I wasn't going to take my facts from a third party interpretation.

Besides, I had my own tragedies to construct and as my gaze slid between Stalker - formally known as Toby, formally known as Punch, formally, formally know as Toby again - to Bait, formally known as... Huh, actually I had no fucking idea what that kid's name had been before we'd stripped him of it. I wanted to say...Quentin. Kid looked like a Quentin, or maybe a Sebastian or a Reginald. Whatever, Bait was always going to be Bait now anyway because he was a predatory pervert who had also turned out to be a spineless traitor. Between him and Stalker the fucking twisted, photo snapping, bush wanking, corner perving...stalker, I had work to do.

Me, Kyan and Saint had spent last night hunting the Justice Ninja again, following leads and interrogating people but it had come to nothing once more and I was getting really fucking sick of making no progress on figuring out who they were. I needed to vent some of that frustration and I had a fair idea of how I might manage it…

"Anyone up for a little fun with our least favourite people?" I asked in a low tone, glancing between Saint and Kyan and watching as they both perked up.

Tatum turned in her seat to give me a quizzical look and I just grinned innocently back at her.

"What do you have in mind?" Saint asked with a dangerous glint in his eye.

"I think we need them to perform a cleansing ritual for the spirit of the forest to make sure spring comes again," I said thoughtfully.

Class had only just begun and it was a double lesson, but I was already done with it. Saint had talked Miss Pontus into making notes on the lesson for him anyway and she was emailing them over until his arm was back to full use, so it seemed simple enough to me to just go ahead and get her to extend that courtesy to me and Kyan too.

"Miss Pontus?" I called, pushing to my feet and interrupting her as she started on one about prose. Seriously, was that even a thing anymore? Didn't seem like it.

"Oh, erm, yes...Mr Bowman, can I help you?" our teacher asked, flushing red as she looked at me, like she was worried about what I might say or do. Which was totally offensive really, I was a nice guy. Everyone wanted to be my friend - they'd just do better not to be my enemy.

"Yeah, actually. I'm sorry, Miss, but I totally forgot to say, me, Kyan, Saint, Bait and Stalker have permission from Headmaster Monroe to finish classes early today to