28. Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Seven

Wesley

N ews of Annie Williams’ death spread quickly, and her father was out for blood. He insisted that it was murder, but when the tox screen came back and her blood alcohol level was .25, he was silenced almost immediately. It’s an embarrassing look, a soon to be bride dying from being too shit faced and stumbling down the stairs; at least, that’s how everyone views it.

I’m sure Vincent poured more liquor down her throat to get that BAL up. She was buzzed during the party but seemed to sober up rather quickly. Unless she went home and started slamming vodka shots, I doubt it was all her own doing.

Honestly, I expected Skyla to flip when I realized what Vincent had done. To everyone’s surprise, not only did she not freak out, she seemed kind of grateful. It just showed that our girl has a much darker streak than I think any of us anticipated. One that honestly might just be her saving grace if she wants to survive in this world.

I’m currently waiting to pick her up at the university. Adjusting to this more relaxed pace of living has been an adjustment. When Ronan called me about coming back to Salem, I almost didn’t answer the call. I had been discharged for two years, unbeknownst to the Brethren, and I planned on keeping it that way. There was something in his voice, though. Something desperate, and I knew he needed me.

Little did I know, I’d end up finding the love of my fucking life. Yeah, I said it. Skyla is the love of my life. I don’t care how improbable that seems, and fuck no, I haven’t told her. Where would I find the time in between the stalker, the kidnapping, and the four other guys always attached to her hip? We barely got started before she was taken, something I still feel responsible for and probably always will. I’m always meticulous, my guard is never dropped, but she…she is the exception, and it’s dangerous for us all.

The unfortunate thing about being back in Salem is that the Brethren believe I am their own personal PI. I mean, to be fair, being born into an Elder family means I am whatever the Brethren wants me to be until I’m rotting six feet under. Sometimes, I think it was a mistake to come back. I flew under the radar. I was offered an opportunity to leave Salem, an opportunity not many were given. My father was a large factor in that. He and my uncle were both SEALs when they graduated from Gallows Hill, and they said it made them the leaders they are today.

Like so many, my mom died when I was young. Officially, it was a car accident, but everyone in the Brethren knows the truth. My parents supposedly had a rough marriage, and it’s no coincidence that the police were called the night before my mother was found dead in the street for a domestic disturbance.

My father had his heir and no use for my mother. Poof. Gone.

I haven’t even spoken to my father since I’ve been back in Salem, and honestly, I prefer it that way. We never had any semblance of a relationship, and neither of us try to pretend otherwise.

The singular reason I haven’t slipped off in the middle of the night and faked my death begins walking towards me, forcing my heart to skip a beat in my chest as I slide out of the driver’s seat. Her face lights up as she sees me, and I can’t help but match her grin.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Putnam,” I tease.

She rolls her eyes as she slides into the backseat. “God, not you, too.”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like being Asher’s wife?”

“No, it’s actually pretty great,” she smiles as I shut her door and climb back into the car.

“Where to?” I ask.

“Wherever you want.”

I lift a brow in the rearview mirror.

“Liam is having dinner at his parents’ house, Asher and Ronan are at Christopher’s, and Vincent is off doing…whatever Vincent does. I’m all yours.”

I grin at that. “Finally,” I say before I put the car into drive and take off. We drive for a few miles before I turn onto the freeway, earning a curious glance from Skyla as I grin.

“Where are you taking me, sir?”

“You’ll see.” I smile as I merge.

Snow flurries begin sticking to my windshield, and I turn on the wipers. Skyla is already wearing a thick winter coat and a hat with cotton gloves, and I have an extra pair of snow gloves in the console for her. Perfect.

“Sooo,” Skyla draws out slowly.

I look to her in the rearview mirror, my brow raised in question.

“Sooo?” I mimic.

She smiles and shakes her head as she leans forward.

“Sooo, has there been any development? Between you and Ronan?”

“Like?”

Skyla shrugs as I turn to look over my shoulder at her.

“Little one, are you asking if I’ve fucked my best friend?”

A blush blooms across her face as she shrugs once again.

“Inquiring minds want to know.”

“You want to know,” I tease. “Sorry to disappoint, though. We aren’t like Liam and Asher.”

Her bottom lip sticks out just a bit in an adorable as fuck way that makes me want to bite into it.

“You could be,” she hedges.

I grin and shake my head as I focus on the road.

“What is it with you and trying to get us all to fuck?”

“I like it,” she says as she pulls her hair over her shoulders, running her fingers through it as she speaks. “Name me a woman that has five boyfriends and then tell me she doesn’t want her boyfriends to be boyfriends.”

I let out a short chuckle at that.

“Well, I think you’re well on your way with that wish when it comes to Liam and Asher.”

A giddy smile crosses her face as she nods.

“I know, right?”

Smiling, I merge into the fast lane, passing the Nissan that was refusing to do more than fifty as she continues.

“Come on. That kiss in the shack wasn’t nothing, and neither was the way he willingly went down on you,” Skyla says in almost a pleading tone.

Flashes of that night play in my head like an erotic fever dream. She’s not wrong, he did kiss me and suck my cock like he’d been the one doing it all these years. Honestly, it felt even better than when Liam sucked me off because it was Ronan. He definitely didn’t wake up this morning and think about how he was going to give his first blow job, how he was going to kiss his best friend. He looked at me with such a want, and when he gave in…it made it all that much sweeter.

Shaking my head out of my horny daydream, I shrug.

“I don’t know, too early to tell,” I say cryptically.

She releases an exaggerated sigh and leans back into her seat.

“Fine, I’ll be patient,” she says with a defiant grumble.

Yeah, sure, she will.

The thing is, I wouldn’t be opposed to pursuing anything with Ronan as well as Skyla. Granted, I’m not sure I could ever have the same feelings for him that I do for Skyla, but I care about him. I like to see him happy, and I’ve wanted him to fuck me with that beautiful cock of his for years now. We don’t have to date or be in love or any of that. If he would be down, I’d love to fuck around from time to time. Share Skyla together, just me and him like we did at the house. I’d call him daddy all he wanted.

Shifting my position in my seat, I go to adjust my cock when I catch Skyla smirking at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Got a problem up there?”

I huff. “I’m fine.”

Her head tilts to the side. “Want me to take care of it?”

I lift a brow at her, and she unbuckles her seat belt, crawling through to the front seat. I grip the steering wheel extra tight as I snap at her.

“Jesus, Sky! What the fuck are you doing?”

When she reaches the front, she buckles in like a good girl before pulling her hair out of her face.

“Helping out,” she says as she leans over the center console, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my raging hard cock.

I glance down to see a bead of pre-cum on my tip, and she flattens out her tongue, licking it off before smiling up at me.

“I hear road head is excellent this time of the day,” she teases before pushing my cock down her throat.

It takes everything in me to keep my eyes open as I let out a string of curse words. Her tongue licks and twists up and down my cock as her mouth tightens around me.

“Fuck, little one. Just like that,” I groan.

She hums around me, sending a rush of pleasure through me. Her mouth comes all the way to the tip, pulling off me for a second as she speaks.

“Talk to me, Wes. Tell me, what’s got you so hard?”

Chuckling, I grab ahold of her beanie, pushing her further down on my cock until she gags, then I push her another inch or so.

“That’s my girl,” I moan. “I was thinking about that day in the bedroom. You, me, and Ronan. Thinking about how fucking amazing you felt, and then how much I loved sucking Ronan’s cock with you.”

“Mhmm,” she mumbles, nodding her head in agreement.

“I was thinking how I’d love to do that again. Think you’d do that for me? Would you share your daddy’s cock with me?”

I glance down to see her eyes are already on me as she eagerly nods. I smirk at that.

“Such a sweet girl sharing her daddy time. Think we could get daddy to suck my cock again?”

Her mouth releases my cock with a pop as she nods.

“Leave it to me,” Skyla says, a malicious smile spreading across her face.

I release the back of her head, gripping her throat and dragging her to meet my lips. I keep my eyes on the road as we kiss, our tongues tangling together before I rip her away and push her down on my cock once more.

My hips begin thrusting, my hand coming to the back of her head once more as I begin fucking her face.

“Good girl, little one. Good. Fucking. Girl,” I grumble as I punctuate every word with a thrust down her throat.

She moans and whimpers around me as she nods her head and reaches into my boxers, massaging my balls. It’s just what I need to throw me over the edge. I feel the building of my orgasm begin, my body starts shaking, my breathing coming in choppy before I lose it.

I feel my cock throb down her throat, my cum coating her mouth as she swallows me down like a goddamn porn star. I guess when you have four boyfriends and a husband, you basically are one.

Skyla swallows one more time before sitting up, licking her lips once more. I grin at her, reaching across her and grabbing the lever to her seat. It drops almost flat in an instant, and she squeals in surprise as I speak.

“Take your leggings off, little one. Let me play with that pussy.”

Her eyes dilate as she quickly rips off her leggings and panties, shoving them to her ankles as she spreads her legs. Such an eager little thing.

Reaching over the console to her, I rub my fingers through her, pleased to find her absolutely fucking drenched. I play with her pussy for a moment before I shove my fingers inside her, pulling them back out as I hold my fingers up to her mouth.

“Taste,” I say.

She does so happily, letting out a little satisfied moan as she does.

I grin at that. “You like tasting yourself, sweet girl?”

Skyla nods, a bashful blush tinting her cheeks as she releases my fingers.

“A lot.”

My cock throbs at that.

“Maybe we need to find you a girl to play with. I bet you’d love eating pussy. Or having those soft lips on your pussy,” I say, pushing my fingers inside her and taking an interest when her pussy pulses around me.

“Maybe,” she mutters. “I’ve never been with a girl before.”

Her pussy pulses again, and I grin.

“But you want to, or you’re curious. Your cunt is practically milking me with just the idea of it. What about that pretty redhead friend of yours?”

“Maggie?” she laughs. “She’s my best friend. Sounds messy.”

“Oh, it is, trust me, but you’d love every fucking second of it.”

Skyla laughs as I begin thrusting in her.

“She has a girlfriend.”

“And you have four boyfriends and a husband,” I point out.

She shakes her head no, and though I’m a little disappointed, I go with it.

“Just a fantasy, then.” I decide, dragging my fingers through her before settling on her clit.

“Close your eyes, little one. Picture Maggie or some hot actress. Any woman in the world you want playing with your pussy. Imagine her soft lips pressed against yours, her smooth body grinding against you, and her sweet tongue circling this clit,” I whisper lowly.

Skyla lets out a moan, her head resting against the headrest as I move against her clit faster.

“Imagine she has you pinned in this seat, nowhere to go or move. All you can do is breathe through it as she begins licking, sucking, and finger fucking this pussy.”

Another soft whimper comes from her lips as she lifts her hips against me, seeking more friction that I’m happy to provide.

“Yeah, you love that, don’t you, sweet girl?”

She nods shakily. “I do. I want it,” she begs.

“Only in fantasy?” I test.

“Uh, huh,” she agrees.

Just checking.

“Play with your clit, little one. Play with it like you’d play with hers,” I say as I slip my fingers back inside her.

She obeys me instantly, her fingers moving expertly against herself as she cries out and bucks her hips.

“Fuck! I love it.”

“She’s so wet for you. Practically dripping,” I say as I pump my fingers in and out of her. “What are you gonna do?”

Her breaths are choppy, her voice shaky as she speaks.

“I’m gonna make her com-me. I’m gonna…gonna…fuck!” she moans as her orgasm crashes into her.

Wave after wave of pleasure hits her as she groans and squirms in the seat, not settling down for at least thirty seconds before she lets out a shaky breath and closes her eyes.

I watch her with a hunger fueled look, my cock already stiff as a fucking board.

“Please,” I beg. “Please make that fantasy a reality someday, little one.”

She lets out a lighthearted laugh as I pull my fingers out of her, and she pulls up her leggings. She doesn’t say no, but that laugh definitely wasn’t a yes. I pop my fingers into my mouth and begin sucking off her taste, savoring it for the remaining few miles we have.