16. ~Skylar~

I listened to the shower running as I looked around Bastian's room.

The IV and everything was now gone.

As per the doctor's recommendation, he didn't need it anymore, and it was time for him to slowly start getting up and about again.

I mean, he still had to take it easy and also complete his course of antibiotics, in pill form now via the vial on his nightstand, but he was definitely doing well. So much better actually.

Looking at the books and controllers, along with the numerous games all over the bedspread, it was clear he was in a frustrated state, having tried to keep himself occupied while he'd basically been forced into bed rest.

I'd come in here to help him to take a shower, but he'd beaten me to it, clearly wanting to do it on his own.

I started tidying up the bed when footsteps caught my attention and I turned to see Damien rounding the corner in the next second.

He pulled up short when he found me in here and Bastian missing from the bed.

And then his eyes lit up. "He's up and about?"

"Yeah, taking a shower."

"Great."

"Thanks for helping to keep him calm and occupied while he had to rest."

"No problem. It was nice spending time with him. Nice with him actually allowing me to."

I smiled. "You guys are doing well now, I'm glad."

"Thanks, Bluebell." He looked down at his phone, seeming out of sorts all of a sudden as he took in whatever was on his screen.

"Everything okay?"

His eyes flicked back to mine. "I… yeah. I came in here to ask Seb his advice on something."

"Anything I can help you with while he's indisposed?"

"Actually, yeah, I think you really could."

I sat down on the foot of Bastian's bed and folded my arms across my chest. "Shoot."

"So, Ashley finally texted me and we started up a conversation and—"

"Hold up… Bastian's friend, Ashley?"

"Yeah. She came by to see him and there was a spark between us."

"Wow."

"It's that surprising, huh?" he asked, all dejected.

Wowagain. It was really rare to see this vulnerable side to him. "No, not because it's you, just because the last time I saw her she was in really bad shape because of her ex-boyfriend. I guess I didn't expect her to be in any state to connect with anyone else this quickly."

"Actually, that's part of what I need help with." He held his phone out to me. "Here."

Surprised that he was handing it over, I took it and found myself looking at a text conversation between them.

Ashley: Been thinking about you.

Damien: Feeling's mutual.

Ashley: Is that right?

Damien: No doubt.

Ashley: What kind of things have you been thinking?

Damien: Things like what a ray of sunshine you are, how strong you are, how sexy, been watching some of your videos too. Maybe you can give me some tips?

I looked out at Damien. "Asking her for fashion tips?"

He winced. "I was trying to get on her level. It's bad, yeah?"

"The intent is actually sweet. But you're not being yourself."

"Because I can't, can I?"

"Why not?"

"You know why better than most."

I shook my head. "That was over two years ago. You've changed since then. But it's clear you don't trust in that. You should. I've seen it for myself. Bastian has too, or he wouldn't have opened the way for you to rebuild your relationship." I gestured at the phone. "Besides, it's clear she's down with who you are with the rest of these messages."

Ashley: Tips lol. You don't need that from me, I like your look. Especially your club looks at Haywire. Seen you there a couple of times.

Damien: Why didn't you say hi?

Ashley: I was in stalking mode lol.

Damien: Seriously?

Ashley: I'm kidding, but I was checking you out. Maybe once the situation you guys are wrapped up in is dealt with, we can hang there?

Damien: Sure thing. I'll get you the VIP treatment.

Ashley: From you?

Damien: Well, my staff handle that sort of thing.

Ashley: Maybe you can handle it with me.

Ashley: You are the big, bad wolf after all, right?

Damien: You'll be safe with me. That's a promise.

Ashley: Safe is overrated. What you up to right now?

Damien: Spent the day hanging with my baby bro, just about to work out. How about you?

Ashley: Long day at a photo shoot, chilling in my hot tub. Wanna help me relax?

I looked up at Damien. "You didn't respond to that?"

"I didn't know what to do."

I rolled my eyes. "She wants to sext, Damien."

"I thought so, but I didn't want to fuck it up by misreading it. Especially knowing she was recently abused by her ex."

"You're worried you'll take it too far?"

"It's kind of my thing."

"It was." I handed his phone back to him. "Look, with what happened to her, maybe doing this over text is a form of protection to her and easing back into it. There's a barrier there, while also giving her a way to go there again. On her terms."

"Right, yeah, I get that… okay."

"Go then. Text her back, bring that big, bad wolf energy she's clearly asking for."

"Jeez, I'm gonna hear about the wolf thing for a long time to come now, aren't I?"

"Oh, hell, yeah."

He chuckled.

"Thanks, Bluebell. I really appreciate—"

The bathroom door flew open and Bastian came into view, a towel over his face as he roughly dried his hair. "Beautiful, sorry I went without your help, but I wanted to be all freshly showered for you when you got here. Get ready, been dreaming about eating that sweet cunt of yours. Strip naked and spread those thighs wide for me, I'm gonna descend on you, big time. No more fucking waiting. I need to taste you all over my tongue so fucking bad."

He tossed the towel aside, then pulled up short when he saw Damien right beside me.

"I—"

"Damn, Seb, that was some hot talk right there."

I slapped my hand to my face. "Oh God."

"Is that how you usually bring it?" Damien asked.

"Actually, that's a little toned down and—"

"Bastian."

"Right." He grinned out at Damien. "It's private."

Damien grinned back. "Sure." He looked down at his phone. "Thanks for the inspiration, little bro. Gotta go. And clearly you've got your own plans to see to," he said, gesturing at Bastian's hard cock on full fucking display. He winked at us, then headed out, shutting the door behind him.

I rolled my eyes at Bastian. "That was really something."

He came to me and cupped my cheeks. "Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. Although, these blushing cheeks are so fucking cute."

I slapped his hands away. "Stop. You're being a bastard."

He wiggled his eyebrows. "Your bastard."

My core clenched as he stroked his hard cock right in front of me.

"Damn, you're sexy."

I looked down at myself in just a pair of black jeans and a blue strappy tank, my hair wild and all over the place. "Come on."

"Oh, but you are," he said, coming closer, his cock just inches from my face. "Always so fucking sexy."

"Bastian," I cautioned, even though my whole body was heating at his closeness, his playful tone, and the fact that he was stark naked and right up in my space. "You're still supposed to be taking it easy."

"Taking it easy… hmm."

In the next second, he was lunging at me and taking me with him onto the bed. I squealed as he pounced on me, then opened my jeans and yanked them down my legs, baring my black lace panties.

"I can work with that, baby," he said, a moment before rolling me beneath him, then spinning me around so that I was on top of him and facing his very hard cock.

"Can you?" he asked, a moment before he yanked my panties down to my knees, then slicked his tongue through my folds.

"Shit!" I cried, bucking on him as shocks of pleasure went through me. "You seductive bastard."

"Fucking right." He licked me softly, slowly, exploring and taking his time. "Missed this, missed you," he said, pulling back for a moment, before continue his toe-curling tease.

"I did too," I admitted, sinking into the sweet pleasure and familiar feel of him as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, then sucked his crown into my mouth.

A thrill ran through me as he thickened in my hand, his tip already leaking pre-cum for me.

It spurred me on and the slow and easy fell away all too quickly, the need for him that I'd had to swallow down taking me over and blasting open the floodgates.

In the next second, I was removing my hand from his base, then driving all the way down, swallowing him down to the root.

"Motherfucker!" he cried out, bucking his hips.

Yes!I loved having this effect on him, on all of them. There was nothing else quite like it.

In response, he grabbed my ass and angled me, and then he went wild, his tongue swirling, sucking my clit into his mouth, then nibbling on it, making me tremble and cry out around my mouthful of his cock. Holy crap.

We both lost ourselves to the heady pleasure, driving one another higher and higher.

He sucked on my clit again, then pulled his mouth away and thrust two fingers inside me. God!

"Fuck, baby," he said, curling them inside me and making me thrust back on them desperately. "The way you swallow my cock… but not yet… Mmm fuck… I want you exploding all over my face first… need to taste you."

"Here," a voice sounded, startling me.

Caspian?

The next thing I knew, two thick fingers were being shoved into my ass. I ripped my mouth from Bastian's cock and screamed at the brutal sensation. God, yes!

"Cas," Bastian gasped. "What are you—"

"Eat," he commanded.

And then I felt Bastian's mouth shoved into my pussy.

As his tongue went wild and he brought his teeth into play, clearly losing it at this unexpected development pushing us both over the edge, Caspian's fingers rammed into my ass mercilessly, twisting and curling and driving me absolutely crazy with the combination of Bastian eating me out like a savage.

My head was suddenly shoved back down onto Bastian's cock and held there.

As I spluttered and gagged, Caspian commanded Bastian, "Fuck her throat. Give her what she needs."

Bastian rolled his hips and then his cock was battering my throat, hitting deep. I could barely breathe through it, but I wouldn't stop it for the life of me. It was hot as all hell, feeling him taking his pleasure, his big cock filling my throat to the brim, the two of them making me take it.

As Bastian sucked on my clit, then grazed it with his teeth and Caspian stretched my ass with scissoring fingers, while I was being annihilated by his cock deep throating me, I lost it, my orgasm slamming into me. I screamed around his cock and convulsed on him, grinding into his face and Caspian's fingers.

Bastian roared and then his hot cum sprayed deep down my throat.

The hand on my head left me and then Caspian ripped his fingers out.

"Get it all," I heard him telling Bastian as he swiped through my folds and I looked over my shoulder to see Caspian feeding my juices to him, Bastian all blissed out as he opened for him and slicked his fingers that were sliding all over his tongue.

When he was done, I was shuddering.

Caspian lifted me off Bastian, knowing he shouldn't be exerting himself too much, and I collapsed on my back on the sheets, my head down at the foot of the bed. "Holy shit," I breathed.

"Cas, what the shit?" Bastian panted, reaching out and stroking my legs in that sweet comforting way of his that he did with me after sex.

"I needed to hurry things along," Caspian told him, completely unapologetically. "Need a word with Skylar."

"And you couldn't have waited another ten minutes?" Bastian bit at him.

"Merely ten?" Caspian scoffed. "You haven't had her in weeks. Don't tell me you weren't gonna fuck her on her hands and knees right after this sixty-niner."

Bastian forced himself up, then gathered me to him, wrapping his arms around me protectively as he yanked the covers up and covered us both with them. "What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn't you. At all, Cas. I know with Caleb—"

"Don't," Caspian growled. And then he was glaring at me. "You're the one who contacted Riley Hutchins?"

I jolted. "Caspian, I—"

"You knew about Jeremy being the mole?"

Bastian frowned between us. "What mole? And what about that fucker?"

"Skylar," Caspian growled.

"Take it down," Bastian told him, tightening his hold around me. "Especially with Wheeler being the subject matter."

A shudder went through me before I could stop it and I saw Bastian wincing for me.

"I can't tread on eggshells," Caspian said, denying his request and biting at me, "Answers. Now."

"I didn't know for sure. I suspected. Coming to you with just a suspicion wasn't good enough, especially when we'd already suffered from several not panning out the way we'd hoped." I eyed him. "You obviously knew something too, though, because you don't look the least bit shocked."

"When I tortured Ben, he told me that Elijah was working with somebody who was trying to shield his girl away from barbarians. I made the connection to Jeremy from that."

"Tortured?" Bastian spoke. "What the hell is going on around here? Caspian, tell me you fucking didn't."

Caspian blew right past his concerns. Actually, it seemed more like he couldn't actually entertain them, that they weren't hitting him at all. He was just… ice. Completely cut off. "Now, tell me about Hutchins," he commanded me.

"When I was younger, my dad put a failsafe in place if things ever went south for him. That failsafe is Riley Hutchins. They worked together for a long while and they're close friends. I contacted her to find my dad. She's one of the only people who can."

"I sent your father after Jeremy weeks ago. He failed."

I pulled from Bastian's arms. "You did what?"

"He trained that piece of shit, he knows his patterns, his hideaways, he was the best person available to find him."

"Hold on, you're telling me you sent my dad on a kill op?"

"Yes."

"Fuck, Cas."

"He was an active threat. I knew he'd come at us again. If Frank had done his job, the fucker would be buried deep, he wouldn't have been able to feed Elijah information, and Caleb would still be here with us."

"Blaming her dad, Cas, that's a bit of a stretch. Other factors were in play and—"

"What's Hutchins' progress, Skylar?"

"She reported that my dad was deep underground and that she's going after him. I haven't heard anything since. But with him being that deep under, it will take time."

"Push her. I need access to Frank. I need that fucker, Jeremy, found ASAP."

"I can't push her. It doesn't work like that. If it did, don't you think I would've already done that? Over and over? I want Caleb back here desperately too. She's unreachable while she's that deep. We have to wait. I'm sorry. But she never fails. She'll find him. In the meantime, there are your other military contacts, the program Asher is putting together."

"My contacts know shit about Jeremy! Asher's thing is going to take time!"

"Cas—"

"Fuck it," Caspian muttered.

And then he was storming out of the room and slamming the door shut brutally hard behind him.

Bastian and I stared at one another in a whole lot of shock.

And worry. Very deep worry.

"Oh my God," I uttered.

He tightened his hold around me. "I know, beautiful. I know."