10. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Skyla

S tephanie and I spent the entire day in bed. Talking, laughing, crying. We vegged out and watched way too many episodes of any and every trash TV show we could get our hands on. The next morning, we woke up, Ronan made us breakfast, and Steph told us she would be staying somewhere the next town over for a little while.

I was relieved that she was staying in the States, partially because I missed her, but also because it feels like there was more to Mom’s death than she’s letting on. Or at least more suspicions that she has that she isn’t saying. I tried broaching the topic several ways yesterday, and each attempt was met with a not-so-subtle deflection.

I’m helping clean up the kitchen when I notice Asher and Liam whispering in the hallway. My brows knit together as I lean past Ronan to watch them. Liam is talking to Asher about something, and Asher is shaking his head when I catch his eye. They both tense and I give a small smile and a wave because, honestly, I don’t know what else to do.

Asher blows out a breath before walking into the kitchen, Liam following closely behind him. They both have serious looks on their faces, and I turn to face Ronan.

“Could you give us a second?” I ask.

He looks at them before turning back to me with a sweet smile.

“No problem,” he says as he bends down, pressing a kiss against my cheek before he nods at the guys and grabs his keys.

Once the thunk of the front door sounds throughout the house, the silence is deafening. I wait for someone to talk but when neither does, I speak.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, no. I don’t know,” Asher says as he runs his fingers through his hair.

I frown at that and Liam shakes his head.

“What he meant to say was, we’ve realized that we have feelings for each other.”

I do my best to hold back the smile that spreads across my face. Smashing my lips together I nod my head.

“Okay.”

“And we were wondering, I guess, hoping, that you’d be okay with that,” Liam says as his hand laces with Asher’s.

I’m surprised at how easily his fingers twine around Liam, and I’m even more surprised when I see them trade a soft smile. It literally makes me all gooey inside, and I don’t even attempt to hold back my smile this time.

“Of course it is. I want you both happy.”

“And we want you happy, princess,” Asher says. “We love you so much. We don’t want to mess anything up.”

I shake my head as I stand between them, looking at both of them as I speak.

“You can’t mess anything up. I love you both, so much. As long as being together doesn’t mean that you’ll toss me to the side, I’m so happy for you guys.”

Asher scoffs as Liam says, “Yeah, like that could ever be a thing.”

I smile as my eyes come to Asher, curious on how my sweet and uneasy boy is doing. To my delight, he looks happy, at peace, and it warms me from my head to my toes.

“One request, though,” I say.

“Anything,” Asher says.

“Can we still all have group time? I don’t want to miss out on…all of this,” I say as I gesture between the two of them.

Matching grins spread across their faces.

“Babygirl, you’re the filling to our sandwich. You aren’t allowed to miss out.”

Asher and I wrinkle our noses up as we look at Liam.

“Filling in your what?” I laugh.

“What?” Liam asks as he looks between us. “Our sandwich, you know, like a Skyla sandwich and we’re the bread.”

Asher lets out a disappointed sigh and Liam rolls his eyes before he presses a quick kiss to his cheek. The stoic look doesn’t leave Asher’s face, but it does soften.

Awwww.

Ronan came over a few hours ago with a brand new phone for me. Since we have no idea what Corwin did with mine, he bought me a new one, which I’m incredibly grateful for. We are officially on winter break, and I decide to rummage through the kitchen to take inventory. Steph and I used to always do holiday baking, and I’m in the mood for a little joy, as much as I can get my hands on really.

I’ve managed to scrounge up all the basics for sugar cookies and look up a recipe online when my phone buzzes.

Maggie: Hey babe! I miss you, I feel like we haven’t talked in a while. Everything okay over there?

I grimace at the message. Yes? Kind of? No, not really. How did things escalate so fast with no warning, then like a passing storm at sea, the waters have calmed again like nothing ever happened? Honestly, it’s not all that comforting. Instead, I find myself on edge more than ever.

Me: I know, I’m sorry. Want to come over tomorrow? Catch up?

Her response comes in almost immediately.

Maggie: Sure! I have to go to dinner with my parents tonight…wish me luck.

Ugh, she’s told me enough about them to know that luck is the bare minimum of what she needs. Like most families in the Brethren, they are cold, distant, and expect their child to submit, being stripped of all individuality and personality. Clearly that’s just the way things are done around here. Doesn’t make it right, though.

Setting my phone down, I get back to mixing the dough together when a pair of arms wrap around me. It takes me a moment to recognize them, a new scent hitting my nose that I’m not overly used to.

“Hi, Wes,” I smile.

He drops his head into the crook of my neck, placing a soft kiss against my skin as he speaks.

“Hi, little one. Whatcha doing?”

“Making some sugar cookies. Want to help?” I offer as I turn to look at him.

He gives me a dubious look but still begins rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. My eyes can’t help but be transfixed as I watch his corded forearms flex at the motion. Why are forearms so hot? Please, someone, explain it to me, because I don’t understand it myself. They just are, though.

Wesley begins washing his hands as I finish mixing the ingredients and grab the rolling pin. I start rolling it out when he comes up behind me again, putting his hands on the very end of the pin as we roll it out together. Well, I’m trying to roll it; he’s making jerky movements and pushing us from side to side before I laugh and look up at him.

Those blue eyes are practically sparkling as he winks at me before pinching off a piece of the dough and popping it into his mouth. My mouth drops in outrage.

“You can’t eat the dough!”

“Why not?” he counters before popping another piece into his mouth.

I swat his hand away when he goes in for a third piece, but that doesn’t deter him from grabbing it with his other hand and grinning at me. Looking around for the closest thing I can, I pinch some flour between my fingers before tossing it at his chest.

Now, it’s his turn to look outraged. His mouth drops open, and he looks down at his shirt before back up to me. It was right then and there that I realized how royally I had fucked up. Calmly, Wesley reaches behind me, grabbing a fistful of flour before sprinkling it over my head.

I screech and swat him away, but he holds both of my hands with one hand while coating my head with the other. Then, it’s on. We both reach for handfuls of flour, tossing it at each other before I grab two fistfuls and run to hide behind the kitchen island for cover. The air is thick with white powder, clouding the kitchen as we participate in all out baking warfare.

When we run out of flour, Wesley scoops up the remaining powder on the island, scooping it together into his hands before ninja rolling across the floor. Sometimes, I forget that he was in the military, a Navy Seal, no less.

His eyes land on mine and he ends his roll in a crouched position. Fear clenches my stomach before he pounces. I squeal again as he throws one more handful of flour to my face before landing on top of me. We both laugh as he begins wiping my eyes clean. When I can see again, I look up to notice that while I may not have won this battle, I got him good all the same.

Wesley’s blond hair looks like it’s been given some frosted tips, his pristine black shirt now a dusty grey, and that smile…okay, nothing is wrong with his smile; it’s fucking perfect. He hesitates only for a second before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. I kiss him back happily, chalky flour and all.

My tongue peeks out, swiping against Wesley’s as he lifts his hand to cup my face. I sigh happily into his mouth as his other hand rests on my hip. His hand lingers briefly before it’s trailing up under my shirt and into my bra. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I can’t help but moan when he does.

I feel his hips move between my legs, forcing them apart as he rolls them forward once. Our tongues are tangled as his teeth sink into my bottom lip, pulling it playfully as he rolls his hips again.

“Wes,” I moan when footsteps sound down the hallway.

“What the fuck is going on? I heard Skyla screaming and—”

Ronan’s words are cut short when he rounds the corner. I’m sure it’s quite a sight. The usually pristine kitchen is coated with enriched flour while I’m dry humping his bond brother on the floor. Then again, with how soaked my panties currently are, there is nothing dry about this humping.

Wesley pulls away from me, a teasing smirk that seems to mirror something that Liam would wear on his face as he looks up at Ronan.

“Hey, Ro. You’re just in time for the show.”

“The show?” Ronan echoes, an unimpressed eyebrow raised as he speaks, though there is no denying his voice has taken on a deeper husk.

“Mhmm, unless, of course, you want to participate,” he challenges with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Ronan doesn’t say yes, but then again, he doesn’t turn him down either. Instead, he watches us carefully for several seconds before his feet slowly move towards us. Excitement flashes in Wesley’s eyes as he looks down at me, pressing a quick kiss to my mouth before standing up. I start to ask him what he’s doing, but he lifts me up and over his shoulder before I can say anything.

Wordlessly, Wesley begins carrying me through the dining room, taking extra care with my ribs before heading to the staircase. He takes the steps two at a time, Ronan right on his heels before they push into my bedroom.

Wesley drops me onto the bed with a cautious bounce before he’s kicking his shoes off and crawling on top of me. Ronan slips into the room, shutting the door before locking it.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What? No one else is allowed to join?” I tease.

“No,” Ronan grits out huskily. “Right now, you’re ours.”

I feel my pussy pulse at the way he says ours, and my eyes swing back to see Wesley nodding in agreement before pressing his lips to mine once more. His hands move to my jeans, undoing the button with one hand while the other begins peeling the material down my legs before he discards them to the corner of the room. My panties quickly follow, as well as my shirt and bra, until I’m laying completely naked before these gorgeous men.

I can practically feel their eyes rake over me, taking in every inch of my body before Wesley drops to his knees off the side of the bed and yanks me to the edge. Before I can even right myself, he’s diving in face first. My thighs wrap around his head as he runs his tongue through me, forcing a shudder to rip through my body as he does it again and again, his teeth nipping at my clit as he does.

Wesley and I haven’t slept together yet, but he has gone down on me, and holy shit, I think this time is even better. As Wesley continues devouring me whole, I hear the jingle of Ronan’s belt before he pushes down his pants, pulling out his hard cock. He closes the space between us, crawling onto the bed, his knees beside my head as he pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Open up, baby.”

I do as he says, and he wastes no time sinking himself fully into my mouth and down my throat. Once he’s fully seated, he grabs hold of my head, forcing himself a little deeper and causing me to gag.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Just like that. Gag on my cock, baby.”

I gag again and again, doing my best to take deep breaths through my nose. Though, there is only so much air you can breathe when you have a fat cock blocking your airway. I want the record to show that this isn’t complaining; that’s just factual.

Wesley’s movements have slowed, and my eyes open to look down and see him watching us intently, his blue eyes lust drunk and hazy. He seems almost transfixed as he watches Ronan’s cock slide in and out of my mouth.

“Stop staring at my cock like you want to be the one sucking it,” Ronan growls as he fucks my throat harder.

Wesley pulls away from me, his mouth glistening as he speaks.

“Maybe I do.”

Ronan grunts. “I know you do.”

“So, let me. We know Sky loves it when her men play together, right, little one?” Wesley asks as he looks up at me.

I nod, surprised Ronan is somewhat entertaining this conversation. I never would have expected this from him. Literally, almost anyone in the world but him. Ask me if I’m mad about it.

“Come on, Ro,” Wesley coaxes softly. “Do it for your girl. She’s fucking dripping for it,” Wesley says as he stands up, pulling his cock out and running the tip through me.

I gasp at the feeling, so close yet so far from where I need him.

Ronan casts a hesitant glance at me before looking back to Wesley.

“Fuck her,” he demands.

A smile spreads across Wesley’s face, but I don’t miss the disappointment in his eyes as he shrugs.

“Not exactly a hardship,” he says as he pushes inside me.

My mouth drops at the intrusion. His head feels bigger than the others, and it’s hitting me in all the ways that fucking count. My god.

“Shit, little one. You feel like fucking heaven,” Wesley groans.

“You too,” I gasp. “So good.”

“You like him filling you up?” Ronan asks as he pushes his cock down my throat.

I nod, a muffled whimper leaving my mouth as Wesley begins playing with my clit.

“Good,” Ronan grits out. “I want you two to come, and then I want you both on your knees for me.”

Wesley meets my eyes; surprise splashed across both of our faces. His pace picks up to a near rampant speed, and I wince for a moment as the shaking motion sends a pain ripping through my ribs. He gives me a look like he’s checking in, and I give him a quick nod to continue. He nods as his hand begins rubbing my clit so fast it just looks like a blur and feels divine. I feel his cock push against my g-spot, and my pussy pulses at the feeling.

Ronan pulls his cock out of my mouth before rubbing the tip along the outline of my lips as he pushes back in.

“You guys like that? Like that I want you on your knees for me, ready and willing to suck daddy’s cock?”

“Daddy, huh?” Wesley smirks.

“Her daddy,” Ronan says.

Wesley’s eyebrows raise as he shoots Ronan a wink.

“I don’t know. Kinda like the sound of you being my daddy, too. What do you think, little one? Up for sharing?”

I smile around Ronan’s cock as I nod, pulling a chuckle out of Ronan’s chest. He reaches down, covering Wesley’s hand with his as he begins playing with my clit as well. They work together in perfect unison, bringing a new feeling I have yet to experience and one that pushes me straight over the edge.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I shout around Ronan’s cock as I’m coming.

My pussy pulses, my body shakes, and it seems to be all Wesley needs to fall apart as well. I feel his cock swell inside of me, his moans filling the room as he gasps and grunts before his thrusts stop, and he blows out a shaky breath.

Ronan pulls out of my mouth as he moves off the bed to stand.

“Both of you, on your knees, now,” Ronan barks in an authoritative tone that does something entirely too delicious to me.

Wesley and I scramble to the floor, resting on our knees as we both look up at Ronan. He stares down at us, stroking his cock as he reaches for Wesley first. His hand grips Wesley’s cheeks, his eyes drilling into him as he speaks.

“Open.”

His mouth falls open, ready and waiting for Ronan. He doesn’t make Wesley wait long because, in the next second, he is pushing inside his mouth. A tremble runs through Ronan’s body as Wesley pushes Ronan’s cock down his throat before pulling almost all the way out and back again.

Wesley’s hands come to Ronan’s hips, steadying himself as he falls into a rhythm that seems to be heavenly if Ronan’s face was anything to go off.

“Goddamnit. Forgot how good this mouth is,” Ronan growls before he begins thrusting.

“You guys have done this before?” I ask, part in shock and partly turned all the way the fuck on.

Wesley smirks, pulling away from Ronan as he looks at me.

“It took years for me to wear him down. One drunken blowjob and he couldn’t get enough.”

“Shut up and choke on my cock,” Ronan snaps as he shoves himself back into Wesley’s mouth, taking him by surprise and making him gag. “There we go,” Ronan encourages.

I watch them with rapt attention. There is a definite familiarity there. The way Wesley rests his hands easily, bobbing his head smoothly, occasionally looking up at Ronan. And Ronan is watching Wesley openly, not an ounce of embarrassment or shame on his face. Something else I find lacking is want. They don’t look at each other the way Liam and Asher do. This feels more primal, sexual. It seems to be less about a deeper connection, and more of a carnal release.

Regardless of the foundation or direction this takes us all, the puddle between my legs is on board for the ride.

In the next moment, Ronan pulls away from Wesley, pushing his cock into my mouth. His cock is warm and wet, and it turns me on so much more to know that his best friend was the one keeping his cock warm just a second ago.

Pushing and pulling my head down on Ronan’s cock, I feel another mouth come beside me. Wesley is to my left, his mouth latching onto the side of Ronan’s cock before he steals it from me, pushing it back down his throat again. I take a page out of his playbook and steal it right back. Back and forth, both of us licking, sucking and swallowing around Ronan.

“Fuck. You both are being so good for me. So good for daddy.”

Wesley shoots me a wink before he reaches up, slipping his hand to cup Ronan’s balls and forcing his hips to jerk.

“I’m gonna come, fuck, I’m gonna come,” Ronan moans urgently.

I continue sucking him as Wesley rubs his balls before Ronan speaks.

“Open your mouths, tongues out.”

Wesley and I do as he says, watching Ronan stroke his cock before releasing his cum all over our tongues. He starts with me before moving to Wesley and then back to me. I feel Ronan’s warm cum dripping down my chin, and when I look to see Wesley in the same state, I can’t help but fucking love it.

Ronan releases his cock, shaking his head as he blows out a breath. He looks at me first, pinching my cheeks much like he did Wesley’s earlier as he bends down and presses a kiss to my cum covered mouth. When he pulls away, Wesley looks up at him challengingly.

“Where’s my kiss?”

Ronan scoffs, rolling his eyes as he strolls to the bathroom.

“You’ve got your girlfriend right next to you, kiss her.”

Wesley releases an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

“Oh darn, what a chore,” he laughs before pressing a kiss to my lips.

The kiss is sticky and salty, and for all the reasons that it shouldn’t be hot…not a single one is found because I’ve never been more satisfied and turned on all at once.