Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,94

half an hour straight and best of all, how fucking sticky the sap was when smeared in their hair. We'd finished up by chasing them into the lake with more well aimed pinecones and though Saint and Monroe had ditched out after a couple of hours, me and Kyan had made the fun last until sunset.

We headed back down the path toward The Temple and as both of us upped our pace, it wasn't all that hard to guess why we were so keen to get back.

"She's in my room, tonight, asshole," I growled, elbowing Kyan as we half ran up the path towards the front door.

"Pfft, that's for sleeping. She's fair game this evening and now that Saint isn't monopolising her time, I'm ready to make a repeat of Christmas."

"Quit going on about Christmas," I snarled. Mostly because I was sick of hearing about it and seeing the way Tatum bit her lip every time he brought it up, a little bit because I was salty as fuck over it and a big bit because I was sick of being frozen out and I was ready to win my way back into her panties myself.

"You know," Kyan said slowly, reaching out to hold the door closed as I made a move to open it. "She's already pissed about being left in class earlier. There's a good chance neither of us have a shot tonight."

"For fuck's sake," I cursed, realising he was right. That girl didn't just quit the group chat for fun. It was code for 'you're all in the dog house'. "What are we going to do about it then?"

The corner of Kyan's lips twitched and he gave me an assessing look. "Maybe that's the answer. We do something about it together. She might not be so quick to shoot us down if we make a compelling enough offer."

The grin that captured my lips in return was dirty as fuck as I wondered if she'd really go for that. She'd certainly been into it when we'd started down that line before and it had been pretty fucking hot.

"You might be able to pick up some tips at the same time," I taunted and Kyan laughed as he released his hold on the door.

"You might beat me at a lot of pointless shit, brother, but I will destroy you in a competition on fucking. You have my word on that."

"It's not really your word that counts though, is it. It's more about who makes her scream the loudest."

Kyan's dirty laugh announced our arrival into The Temple and Saint and Tatum looked up from the dining table where they'd been eating their dinner which we were three minutes late for, so of course Saint hadn't waited.

He scowled at us as we sauntered in and Kyan strolled away to his room without a word as I moved to the table to join them.

"Did you make him cry?" Saint asked curiously.

"Of course I did," I said with an evil smirk. I probably should have felt a bit bad for the shit I was putting Stalker through, but every time I considered that I just thought about him jerking off in the bushes while watching our girl in her most private moments or photographing her while she was changing or scaring her in the woods and I just felt nothing at all aside from the desire to do worse and worse and worse to him.

"Maybe you should just leave it now," Tatum suggested half heartedly, like she felt she should feel bad about what we were doing to him but just didn't. And why the fuck should she?

"Just leave the organisation of the Unspeakables to us, siren," Saint tsked as he ate his pasta and I rolled my eyes for her benefit before diving in to eat mine.

Kyan reappeared in a wifebeater and a pair of stonewashed jeans and fell on his food like a starving man, somehow managing to demolish all of his before the rest of us finished.

"I think we should play a game tonight," he announced, smacking his lips with pleasure. "And to thank Tatum for taking such good care of us, I think she should be the prize."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, arching a suspicious brow at Kyan before looking between me and Saint.

"I call it, getting you over your fear of the catacombs," Kyan said, reaching for his belt and tugging his hunting knife free before banging it down on the table.

"Who says I'm afraid of