18. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Wesley

I ’m so wrapped up in my work on my laptop that I don’t hear anyone come in until Liam clears his throat. My eyes flash up to him, shutting my laptop at the same moment. He casts me a suspicious raise of his brow as he moves through the kitchen to grab a drink.

“What are you up to?” he asks.

“Just some work stuff.”

“Uh huh, and is that work stuff for the military that you’re supposedly out of, or work for my father?” Asher asks as he comes into the room as well.

“What do you mean?” I ask carefully.

Asher rolls his eyes as he leans against the counter from across from me.

“It means, you’re sketchy, Wes, and I don’t like sketchy in my home or around my wife.”

“Or your boyfriend?” I challenge, nodding my head towards Liam.

Asher’s jaw tenses, but he doesn’t speak.

“Just admit that you’re jealous, Ash. No shame in it. I’m definitely more experienced than you; it’s understandable that you’d be worried I could sneak your bottom right out from under you…no pun intended,” I goad.

Fire flashes in Asher’s eyes as he reaches for Liam, hauling him to his side. He crushes his lips against Liam, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. I give him a bored glance as their tongues tangle together before Asher rips himself away. Liam blinks like he’s in a daze before a satisfied grin spreads across his face.

“I like this kind of pissing match. Your turn, Wesley,” Liam says as he makes an exaggerated kissing face.

Asher rolls his eyes and smacks the back of Liam’s head as I laugh.

“Don’t worry, kid. I’m not out to steal Liam, I’ve got Skyla.”

“We’ve all got Skyla,” Liam interjects.

I frown at that. I don’t like the way he just said that. Apparently, neither does Asher if the look he shoots Liam is anything to go off. Liam thinks on his words for a second before his eyes fill with panic.

“Fuck, that’s not what I meant. I love her; you guys know that. I just meant he wasn’t special for having her…wait, fuck. That’s not what I meant either! Shit…don’t tell Sky, alright?” Liam grumbles as he runs his hands through his hair.

“Don’t tell me what?” Skyla asks as the door sounds behind her, Ronan following in the room after her.

All three of us simultaneously light up at the sight of her, though Liam is the first to close the distance. He practically gallops over to her like a jackass before he’s crushing his lips against hers. When he pulls away, he lifts her up into his arms, spinning her around until she’s giggling, asking him to put her down.

“Missed you, babygirl!”

“It’s only been a day,” Skyla laughs.

“It was a day too long,” Liam pouts.

She rolls her eyes as her gaze lands on Asher. He holds out his arms for her, and she moves to him quickly, allowing him to pull her in for a hug and a brief kiss before looking up at him.

“Hi,” she smiles.

“Hey, princess. How was it?”

“Good,” she says as her eyes land on me.

“Hey, little one,” I smile softly.

“Hi, Wes. Have you guys been playing nice while we were gone?” she teases.

I grin at that. “Oh yeah, we are the best of friends now, isn’t that right, Asher?”

He gives me a flat look as Ronan snorts and claps my shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

I look up at him with a guilty smirk because he knows me way too fucking well.

“Where is Vincent?” Skyla asks, her eyes tracing over the room.

“You honestly think he’s gonna willingly hang out with us when you’re not here?” Liam laughs.

“I’m here, Siren,” Vincent says as he steps into the room, placing a kiss against the side of her head before effectively stealing her from Asher’s grasp.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Asher grumbles.

“If you don’t think I have a tracker on her at all times, then you’re a fucking idiot.”

“A tracker?” Ronan echoes.

“Yeah, a tracker?” Skyla says with raised brows.

Vincent nods. “When you were taken it, almost fucking killed me, Siren. Now, something like that will never happen again.”

“Where exactly is this tracker?” she argues.

“It’s best you don’t know,” he says as he presses another kiss to her forehead and faces the room.

We all give him puzzled looks before Liam is the one to speak up.

“So, are we all supposed to pretend that isn’t some creepy ass shit?”

Ronan lets out a heavy sigh and shakes his head.

“I guess.”

I watch Skyla closely and am intrigued to find her not looking up at Vincent with disgust or outrage as any normal person would. Instead, she’s looking at him almost tenderly, like she understands him better than anyone else does. Probably because she does.

“I was thinking,” Ronan says, grabbing the room’s attention. “Christmas is in a few days, and I think we could all use a vacation.”

“Vacation?” I ask.

He nods. “Skyla loves the snow, so I rented us a cabin up in New Hampshire through the holiday.”

“Really?” she practically gasps.

Ronan smiles at her sweetly. The kind of smile I haven’t seen him use in years.

“Of course, baby. Any objections?” he asks the room.

Asher scoffs. “Like any of us could say no when she’s making those puppy dog eyes.”

Liam and I chuckle and nod as Vincent wraps his arms around her tightly, nuzzling his head into her neck. I guess that settles it, we’re going to New Hampshire.

The drive to New Hampshire takes longer than it should, mainly because we got stuck behind half a dozen people who clearly are not from around here. An inch of snow on the road, and they were driving like the road was going to suck them up whole.

Skyla invited Stephanie to join us but when she facetimed her, Stephanie was in the airport with a regretful look on her face. The call was brief. She just said that she was sorry to say goodbye like this and that she had to get back home. We all know there is more to it but none of us wanted to upset Skyla by prying, so we just focused on the drive, keeping ourselves busy.

When my GPS finally announces that we’re here, a group cheer echoes out in the car. Liam and Asher are in the back, Vincent is in the middle row with Skyla, and Ronan is in the passenger seat beside me. The place is huge, a giant log cabin mansion placed in the middle of the woods. Town is at least a twenty minute drive in the other direction. It’s completely isolated, perfect for all of us to take a breath and just exist.

The place already has over six inches of snow on the ground, and the forecast calls for a snowstorm tonight, so hopefully, this will be enough snow to keep Skyla happy. I guess I spoke too soon, or I guess thought too soon, because before I can even finish my sentence, Skyla is scrambling out of the car and diving into the snow. Vincent follows after her, as if the snow itself poses a threat to his ‘siren.’

Her bare hands scoop a large amount of snow, compacting it into a ball before she tosses it at Vincent. The snow explodes against his chest, and he looks down at it in surprise before his eyes slowly lift to hers. That giddy smile on her face falls as the gravity of what she has just done sinks in for her.

Better run, little one.

She takes off running, and Vincent chases after her, scooping up handful after handful of snow. He misses the first throw but hits her in the back with the second.

“Hey!” Liam shouts as he scrambles out of the car. “That’s my girlfriend!”

He’s laughing like a lunatic as he scoops up a snowball of his own, hitting Vincent in the back of the head with it.

He turns around with murder in his eyes as he switches targets. Liam’s teasing smile disappears as he mutters to himself.

“Oh shit.”

In the same moment, Asher slips out of the car. At first, I think he’s going to intercept Vincent, but instead, he takes off in the other direction towards Skyla.

“Hey! Ash! What the fuck?” Liam whines as he tries to dodge Vincent’s snowballs.

“Sorry bro, gotta save the Princess,” he says as he scoops Skyla up into his arms and begins running with her to better cover.

Ronan lets out a derisive huff before he looks at me.

“These kids wouldn’t last five minutes in a real war,” I smirk.

“Fuck no, they wouldn’t. Should we show them how it’s done?” Ronan asks.

I grin. “Thought you’d never ask.”

We move together as a unit, moving carefully and quietly. It’s easy to do, though. Vincent and Liam are pelting each other with aggressive snowballs, Asher and Skyla are furiously creating a stockpile of ammunition, which leaves Ronan and I to settle on top of the hill.

Without a word, we both begin creating a wall. We work quickly and effectively, and once our wall is well over three feet tall, we begin making snowballs. I’m on my tenth one before I look to see Ronan is on his twentieth. Shit.

“You keep loading me up; I’ll nail them,” I say as I grab the first snowball, aiming for Liam because, honestly, he’s such an easy target.

His head whips to us, outrage on his face.

“What the fuck?”

I deliver another at the same time Vincent does before he directs his vicious gaze towards us.

“Shit, Griggs is coming for us. More ammo!” I call out as Ronan hands me two more.

I hear Skyla’s squeals of delight and notice she’s on her back in the snow, Asher covering her body with his as he dry fucks her into the ground.

“No fucking during a snowball fight!” I holler out.

Asher doesn’t move his mouth from hers, just lifts his middle finger in the air as he begins peppering her neck with kisses.

“Fuck this, I’m on that team,” Liam says as he takes off running towards them.

“Me too,” Ronan says from beside me as he abandons his post and runs down the hill. Traitors, every last one of them.

Vincent and I hold each other in a stare off when we hear another one of Skyla’s squeals echo in the woods. Then, we do the right thing and take off running for her. By the time we make it down to the bottom of the hill, Asher already has her pants off and his head between her thighs, Liam has her shirt lifted up while he is sucking on her right nipple, Ronan on her left. Vincent quickly claims her mouth, sinking to his knees in the snow and burying his cock in her mouth.

Looking over her, so completely full, so completely worshipped, I can’t help but feel like the odd man out. I’m the one that joined this relationship dynamic late in the game. I’m the one that has spent the least amount of one-on-one time with her. Honestly, some days, I question if she even wants me or if she just felt obligated to include me.

That feeling only lasts for a moment or two before her eyes land on me, her arm lifting up towards me as she beckons me closer. I close the distance quickly, and when I’m beside her, I feel her hand reach for my belt. Undoing it quickly, I pull my cock out for her, and she begins stroking it softly. My head falls back as I moan my approval, hums and groans of pleasure sounding from all of the guys. Asher pulls his face away, sinking his cock into her pussy as he and Vincent find an equal rhythm while Ronan and Liam stroke their cocks. Goddamn, it’s amazing that a group with this many guys, each of them has such pretty fucking cocks. Such a lucky little one.

Her hand is so fucking cold but so soft. I look down and see Ronan has slowed in his movements, his eyes firmly set on Skyla’s hand wrapped around my cock. He seems to watch in fascination as she drags her hand up and down, twisting gently before doing it over and over again.

His eyes come to mine, a new level of heat in them that has my cock jerking in her hand. Ronan’s eyes snap down to my cock, not missing the movement before he shakes his head and goes back to sucking on her perfect dusty pink nipple.

I’m not like Liam, hoping that my best friend will come around and fall in love with me. Deny it all they want, but that is exactly what is happening. I wouldn’t be opposed to regularly hooking up with Ronan, though. He’s fucking hot, has a nice cock, and it would give my little one a break. If we don’t start fucking with each other from time to time, she won’t be walking for much longer. That’s a guaranfuckingtee if the way Asher savagely fucks her is anything to go off.

At least he laid down his coat for her before he stripped her half naked. What a guy.

Liam’s eyes are on Asher’s, jealousy and lust mixing in his eyes. One look and you can tell he wishes he was fucking Skyla while also getting fucked by Asher at the same time. Very possible with desire and a healthy amount of lube.

I can tell by the look on Vincent and Asher’s faces that they are close, and with the way that Liam is panting, he isn’t far behind. Sure as shit, within seconds, Asher is coming, Vincent and Liam right along with them. I watch as ropes of Liam’s cum cover her tits while Skyla drinks Vincent’s release down and Asher slumps over on her.

Like a well oiled machine, despite me being a new addition, Asher, Vincent, and Liam move to the side, allowing Ronan to take her mouth and me to take her pussy. I lean forward, scooping up some of Liam’s cum on my fingers before holding it up to Skyla.

“Taste him, little one.”

She opens her mouth, and I let her suck on my fingers. She moans around them, the way she swirls her tongue around me has my cock raging hard. I can’t help but thrust inside her in the next moment, her pussy absolutely soaked from Asher’s cum. That makes it so much fucking hotter.

Skyla whimpers as I do before Ronan stuffs her mouth full. We find a smooth rhythm, working her and ourselves up to the edge. My legs are practically shaking with anticipation as I begin playing with her clit.

“Oh my god! Wes, yes! Right there,” Skyla exclaims.

“You feel so good,” I say through clenched teeth. “Thanks for getting her nice and soaked, Asher,” I say with a smirk.

He snorts but doesn’t speak as him and the others watch us with a close intensity. I watch as Ronan’s grasp on her cheek tightens before his body stiffens, and he comes down her throat. In the same moment, Vincent leans over, slapping her clit so hard it rips a scream out of her. Just like that, though, she’s coming hard around me. Her pussy grips me like a vice, and it’s just what I need to follow right behind her.

My own moans are stolen from my chest, echoing into the otherwise silent woods as I fuck Asher’s cum deeper, making more room for my own.

When our orgasms have passed, I pull out to look down at the mess we’ve made of her. Cum is literally leaking out of her pussy, so wet and fucking perfect. As soon as Ronan pulls away, I scoop her up into my arms and begin leading her to the door. Ronan stands, shoving his cock back into his pants before grabbing the door for us, entering the security code he was given while Liam, Asher, and Vincent grab the bags.

As soon as we step in, I gawk at the size of the place. It’s a forested mansion. The second story overlooks the main living area, with an open concept and a huge wood burning fireplace marking the statement piece of the room.

“It’s so beautiful,” Skyla smiles as her eyes take in every detail.

Ronan comes over to stand beside me, pushing some of her hair out of her face.

“You like it, baby?”

“Love it,” she grins as he presses his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.

The guys come in with their arms full of bags, shoving each other through the narrow doorway before spilling inside.

“Holy fuck! Thanks, Daddy Warbucks,” Liam shouts to Ronan.

Ronan scoffs and shakes his head as Vincent dumps the bags on the floor and practically rips Skyla from my arms, whispering something into her ear as he begins carrying her up the stairs.

“What the fuck?” I call out to him. “Where is he taking her?” I ask the room.

“Probably to shower or something. Vincent likes to baby her,” Asher says.

“Don’t we all?” Ronan challenges.

Asher shrugs his agreement as we all get settled into our temporary holiday home.