Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(83)

“Don’t say shit like that when you don’t even know what it is you’re forgiving me for.”

“Then tell me.” A groan of frustration leaves me. “Tell me everything that happened between us.”

I’m so tired of not knowing.

He unlocks my arms from his neck and walks over to his bike.

I open my mouth to argue some more, but he chucks his helmet at me. “Put this on.”

I hold up the shiny black helmet. “Do you have one for you?”

“Let’s go,” he grunts as he straddles the bike, ignoring my concern.

After securing the helmet on my head, I hop on and wrap my arms around his waist.

I’m not prepared for how it feels to have our bodies so close or the way it makes my heart race.

Looking over his shoulder, he grinds out, “Hold on tight.”

Pressing my cheek against his back, I constrict my grip…

Holding on to him with everything I have.





“We’re gonna get arrested,” Oakley warns.

I launch another egg at the car then duck behind the bushes. “Not if no one sees us.”

He gestures to the carton of eggs on the ground. “Why are we doing this again?”

I pick up another egg. “Because Stone’s mom is a bitch, but it would be wrong to punch her. Plus, this is way more fun.” I wind my arm back. “This is for forcing me to go with lilies instead of roses like I wanted.”

I squeal in delight when the egg goes splat against her windshield.

Take that, bitch.

I pick up another one. “This is for saying it would be weird and attention-seeking to have both my brothers and my dad walk me down the aisle.”

Oakley picks up the next egg. “This is for driving a Ford when everyone knows they suck.”

When I give him a look, he shrugs. “What? It’s all I got.”

I laugh when he throws it and it lands on the Ford emblem.

“Nice shot.”

He flexes. “Thanks, I’ve been practicing.” He points to her car. “She has giant dice hanging from her mirror.”

“Basic bitch move,” I note.

We throw our eggs at the same time.

Only they don’t hit her car…

They hit the car pulling up beside it.

Which happens to belong to her son.

Well, shit.

Oakley yanks me behind the bush just as Stone exits his vehicle.

When I see Oakley’s lips twitch, I place a finger over mine, reminding him to be quiet.

A moment later we hear, “What the fuck?” Followed by, “Goddamn kids.”

And that’s all it takes.

I start laughing so hard it hurts.

“Who’s there?” Stone barks.

Next thing I know, I’m on my back and Oakley’s hovering above me. “You’re gonna get us caught, chuckles.”

I’m honest to God trying to stop, but I can’t. I haven’t had this much fun in forever.

“I can hear you laughing, you little shit,” Stone yells.

A snort escapes me.

Shooting me a warning look, Oakley places his hand over my mouth, but I can tell he’s close to giving in himself.

“Next time you punks pull this crap, I’m calling your parents,” Stone gripes.

The moment his footsteps fade away, the laughter we were both trying to suppress breaks free.

“It’s not funny,” I say through laughter.

“It’s not funny,” Oakley agrees as his head dips to the crook of my neck and he starts laughing so hard he shakes. “It’s fucking hysterical.”

Another round hits us and I start wheezing…

And then I feel it.

His cock growing hard and heavy against my thigh.

A tremble runs through my body when he shifts so he’s nestled between my legs, brushing right against my core. When I take a breath to gather my bearings, our lips almost touch.

Blood rushes in my ears and my heart thuds in my ribcage like a warning drum.

“Oakley.”

It comes out like a plea, but I don’t know if it’s to beg him to stop or to keep going.

His voice is pure gravel. “Tell me what you need.”

If only it were that simple.

My mind reels and my breath grows shorter.

It would be so easy to give in and lose myself in him.

Use him to escape from everything I’m scared of.

But I can’t.

My throat feels like sandpaper as I give him my response. “I need to go home.”





Chapter 37





Bianca





Incessant knocking on my door has me bolting up in bed.

I glance over at my alarm clock and curse.

Anyone who knows me, knows how much I value sleep, therefore waking me up at the asscrack of dawn is a sure-fire way to get under my skin.

Grumbling, I stomp to the door and swing it open. “What the fuck do—”

The rest of my sentence falls by the wayside when I see Stone standing there…looking like someone killed his puppy.

“Hi.”

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Can we talk?”

I’d honestly rather have a root canal, but I know we have to do this.