25. Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Four

Skyla

W hen I get out of bed the next morning, I think I’m the first one up. Well, except for Wesley. I swear he’s almost as bad as Vincent. He texted me sweet dreams last night at two in the morning and good morning at four. He said that he’d be home soon, and I hope so, because I miss my broody overprotective psychopath.

Wesley is working on his laptop at the kitchen island, a cup of coffee beside him when he looks up at me, smiles and closes his laptop.

“Morning, little one.”

“Morning,” I say as I slide into his lap. “Whatcha doing?”

“Just looking over some surveillance footage for a friend.”

I raise a brow at him. “What kind of friend?”

“The paying kind.” He smirks.

Letting out a chuckle, I laugh and nod.

“What are you doing up this early?”

I shrug. “Couldn’t sleep. Was thinking of going to the pool. I haven’t been in a while.”

“That will be good for you. Want me to drive?”

“If it’s not too much trouble?” I ask with a shy smile.

He kisses my temple and nods.

“No trouble at all. I’m happy to. Besides, I hear road head is excellent this time of the day.”

I stand up and push his shoulder, shaking my head as I walk away. I slip into my room, grabbing my outfit for the day as well as all of my swim stuff before throwing it into a duffel bag. When I come back down, Wesley is ready and waiting by the door. He opens the door for me before ushering me out to the car.

Wesley tells me a ridiculous story about when he was getting road head in high school, and the girl’s braces got caught on his pubes. Suffice it to say they were lucky he didn’t crash.

When we get to the university, he sneaks a quick kiss before getting the door for me, waiting until I step inside the building before he drives off. As soon as I step inside the building, the smell of chlorine permeates my senses, and I feel at peace. I don’t know why I haven’t come here in so long. Maybe between being forcefully married or, more accurately, raped, stalked, and kidnapped while juggling five boyfriends, I just haven’t had enough time.

As soon as I push through those doors, it’s like I never left. I’m not shocked to find the school’s resident swimming God. Ronan’s arms stretch out as he cuts through the water, his shoulders like boulders of muscle propelling him forward.

I smile as I step inside, taking a seat at the edge of the pool as he comes up to the end. He must be able to sense someone is here, though, because his head pops up and looks straight at me. Lifting his goggles up, he wipes at his face before grinning.

“Good morning, beautiful. Just what do you think you’re doing in my pool?”

“Well, I heard that you give private lessons. I could really use the one-on-one time,” I say with mock seriousness.

“Oh really?” he feigns. “Well, you’re in luck. My six AM appointment cancelled. Ready to start now?”

“Born ready.” I tease with a smile. “I’ll just go change.”

“No need,” he says. “I like to get nice and familiar with my swimmer’s bodies,” he says before dragging me into the water.

My pajama pants and sleep shirt are soaked instantly as my head slips underwater for a moment. When I push to the surface, I splash him, wiping the chlorine from my eyes.

“What the hell, Ronan?” I sputter as I look at him.

He just grins at me and pins me against the wall, his hand bunching up the waistband of my pants before pulling them down. They float away as Ronan lifts my tank top, freeing my breasts as his hand comes to palm one, his thumb rubbing against my nipple.

“There we go,” he grumbles. “That’s much better.”

“This isn’t very sanitary,” I argue with a smirk on my face.

“You’re right,” he nods before he grabs me by the hips and hauls me out of the pool.

My ass barely lands on the cement edge before he’s pushing my stomach down, forcing me to lay on my back. His mouth latches onto me, wrapping my thighs around his shoulders as he buries his face in my pussy.

I moan as I reach for his hair, gripping tightly as I grind my pussy against him.

“The cameras,” I moan.

“Cut the feed and set up a loop in case anyone checks.”

“Why?” I ask breathlessly.

“Don’t need my brother watching me with a microscope, and it’s easier to eat my baby’s cunt whenever I want,” he says as he flattens his tongue and licks through me.

I shudder at the move and scoot closer to him.

“Play with those pretty nipples, baby. Play with them like I would,” he says against my sensitive flesh.

“The doors.” I remember, looking up at the unlocked passageways.

“Who is coming in here at six in the morning?” he counters.

“Who knows? Is that a risk you’re willing to take?” I argue.

A wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Kind of. I remember what a good time you had being daddy’s little exhibitionist.”

Memories of that day in the hotel flash before my eyes at the same time Ronan slips a finger inside me.

“Play with your tits,” he repeats. “Make daddy happy.”

I do as he says, cupping both of my breasts before I begin tweaking on my nipples.

“Like that?” I moan as he slips a second finger in.

“Yeah, just like that. Such a good girl. You like daddy finger fucking you while you play with your tits, baby?”

“Uh, huh,” I mutter as his tongue drags across my clit, sending a shudder to run through me.

“Of course you do, my perfect girl. I want you to come on daddy’s fingers, then I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars in this pool.”

“Okay,” I happily agree, letting out another moan when he rubs against my g-spot.

“That’s it. Relax for me, baby. Let me have my fun with you.”

Pleasure pulses inside of me as I continue pulling on my nipples, rolling them between my fingers and tugging on them the way I’d want Ronan to. It feels so good that I don’t feel my orgasm coming until it crashes into me. Wave after wave of pleasure takes over me as I squeeze Ronan’s fingers. His mouth comes down to cover his fingers, lapping at my pussy until he licks me clean before pulling them out.

His lust fueled gaze locks with my own, and he begins dragging me back into the pool when the sound of his phone rings. He closes his eyes and curses before pushing out himself, jogging over to his discarded clothes as he fishes out his phone.

“Hello? Yeah, I was just doing some laps in the pool. Alright. Yeah, I’ll be there soon.”

He hangs up the phone and gives me a regretful look.

“Sorry, baby. I gotta go. Raincheck?” he asks as he comes over to me, scooping my floating discarded clothes and dropping them on the concrete beside me. Disappointment fills me, but I nod as he helps me up.

His hands cup my face, holding me tenderly as his mouth presses to mine. It’s a kiss that has me sinking into him, making me instantly dizzy when he pulls away.

“Come have lunch with me. You order in while I eat out,” he says.

I let out a short laugh and shake my head as I smack his chest.

“Oh my God. You need to stop spending so much time with Liam; his shitty pick-up lines are rubbing off on you.”

Ronan chuckles as he heads to the showers to rinse off, and I start getting dressed into my swimsuit. It’s a lot more difficult to get on now that I’m already wet but still, so worth it.

I’m in the middle of a lap when Ronan leaves, waving goodbye. A morning spent getting finger fucked by my hot older boyfriend and finishing it off with a nice cool swim. Name a better way to start the day.

As soon as my class lets out, I’m practically sprinting to Ronan. I already told everyone that I was having lunch with him today, which they all knew what that was code for.

Excitement thrums inside me. We haven’t hooked up at school in forever. It was too dangerous before. Even what we did this morning would have been too much of a risk. Now that we don’t have a stalker watching our every move, we can actually relax. At least a little.

I may or may not have thrown my hair into some slutty pigtails, folded my skirt up a few inches, and am currently folding my white blouse up to really sell the whole naughty schoolgirl thing. I think he’s going to fucking love it, and I can’t wait to see what he’ll do to me with these pigtails.

Slipping into the pool building, I push through the doors and look over the empty space, inhaling that sweet chlorine smell before grabbing the door to his office. When I do, I’m not at all prepared for the sight I’m greeted with.

Annie Williams is perched not on his desk but in his lap . There she is, sitting pretty, arms around his neck like there is no more natural place for them. I feel my heart physically sink to the ground as I look at them before Ronan turns to face me.

“Skyla.” His eyes widen, a hint of alarm in his voice.

Yeah, he should be very fucking alarmed.

“Skyla?” Annie says with a wrinkle of her nose. “Oh! You’re his niece.”

Ronan sneers. “She is not my niece.”

Annie rolls her eyes. “She married your nephew, same thing. How are you, sweetheart? You can call me Aunt Annie,” she giggles, forcing her tits into Ronan’s face as she does.

He tries to resist her, or at least tries to make it seem like he does, but he doesn’t move very far away from her.

“Will we see you tonight?” Annie asks me.

“Tonight?” I hedge.

“RoRo, did you not tell her yet? So typical of you.” She laughs as she playfully swats his chest.

RoRo?

“Our engagement party at Putnam Manor. It’s tonight. You have to be there, after all, we’re family now,” she says, batting her three-inch long fake eyelashes.

Her tone is sugary sweet, but there is a level of malice to it.

Engagement party? Tonight?

I know Ronan told me that it would be after the holidays, but I didn’t think…I didn’t expect…it’s happening already?

I feel my throat begin to tighten, hot tears burning my eyes as I do my best to banish them away.

“Right, of course. Almost slipped my mind. My husband and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations, you two. You’re an adorable couple,” I say, somehow managing not to vomit as I do.

Ronan’s blue eyes are drowning in pain, but conveniently enough, his hand is still resting on her hip. It’s been there since before I walked in, and he can’t even do the courtesy of removing it. Unfuckingbelivable.

“I know, right? He’s a bit of a fixer-upper, but give me a few months, and I’ll have him better than ever.” She smiles.

I’m speechless, for too many reasons, but I don’t have it in me to voice any of them.

“Can I speak candidly, though?” Annie asks.

I grit my teeth together as I nod.

“Sure.”

“It’s a nice party, black tie. You’ll definitely need to change…that,” she says as she gestures to my outfit.

“Oh, of course.” I play along. “Asher loves it when I dress like his dirty little slut before he fucks me in closets around campus.”

“Oh,” Annie says, clearly surprised by my lack of discretion. “Well, I suppose whatever it takes to keep your man satisfied. You wouldn’t want him to stray,” she says, her nails digging into Ronan’s arm, a clear territorial move on her part.

“No, we certainly wouldn’t want that,” I agree before I turn to leave. “Sorry to interrupt, I’ll see you both tonight ,” I bite out.

Ronan doesn’t try to follow me, nor do I expect him to. Each step I take feels hollow, numb. I’m barely able to pull my shirt down and take my hair out of the pigtails before I stumble, dropping to my knees. I sit there for several seconds, only able to hear the sound of my heart beating.

“Skyla? Are you okay?” Maryia asks, coming over to me in concern.

I look up at her, handing her my phone with a shaky hand.

“Can you call my husband? I need to go home.”

She nods quickly, finding Asher’s number and calling him. Within minutes, Asher, Liam, and Maggie are all surrounding me, asking me what’s wrong, but when I insist that I just want to go home, they concede. Asher lifts me up into his arms and carries me to the car while Liam follows closely behind. Liam unlocks his car, climbing into the driver’s seat while Asher sets me into the back and slides in beside me. He hauls me into his chest and begs me to talk to him, but I don’t want to talk. I don’t know what to say. So, I just sob instead.