33. Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Two

Ronan

I lead Skyla through the library, Wesley close behind her as we come to the front desk. The librarian smiles at us but does a double take to me before a look of unease passes over her. I reach into my wallet, pulling out a few hundred dollar bills that I slide over to her.

“You were just about to take lunch,” I say.

She slowly takes the money, slipping it into her purse as she nods.

“Of course, Mr. Putnam. Nice to see you.”

I nod, but don’t say anything as Skyla looks at me. There are a few people in the library, though a majority of them bolt as soon as they see us. It’s a shame my family has such a negative reputation in town, but it does help when one is looking for privacy.

Guiding Skyla through the stacks, I come to the town records, letting her take over from there. Her eyes scan over book after book as she begins pulling them. Wesley steps up, taking them from her as she stacks them higher and higher until he can hardly see. Then we move to historical fiction, where she grabs a copy of The Crucible .

Honestly, I can’t believe that the library has that in here. It’s basically viewed as propaganda. It paints the Salem townsfolk in a terrible light, and there is little accuracy to any of it. At least going off Thomas Putnam’s journal and the teachings of the Brethren.

We find a table to sit down at, and Skyla dives in, cracking open book after book. Her finger moves along the pages, digesting every morsel of information she possibly can. Wesley and I watch her patiently, both of us clearly on edge, but ready to do whatever it takes to make her feel a little more at ease. At least an hour goes by before she finally looks up.

“Did you know it wasn’t just women that were accused of witchcraft? Some men were as well,” Skyla says as she looks up from the book she is currently reading.

I nod. “From Thomas’s point of view, some husbands were forced into witchcraft by their wives. Regardless, he felt they were a threat.”

“Clearly, he believed everyone, young or old, was a threat,” she says bitterly. “You can’t tell me either of you believe in all this, though, right? I mean, from my perspective, it sounds like it was a couple of young girls who were bored and ended up crying ‘witch’ for attention. I mean, did they accuse Tituba of witchcraft because she was actually a witch, or just because she came from a different culture?” she scoffs.

I stay silent as Wesley speaks.

“History is always a shade of grey, right? All we have to go off is snippets of the past. Unless we were there, we will never fully know what happened.”

Skyla frowns at that.

“I guess, but believing in witches the way the Brethren clearly do? Like spells and flying on brooms and bleeding black.” She shakes her head. “Doesn’t it seem a little farfetched to you?”

I nod. “You’re not wrong. Like Wes said, I think the past is open to interpretation. We have to do our best to collect the information and make our best educated guess.”

Skyla looks between us for a moment or two and nods.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I got so obsessed all of a sudden. I guess Hutchinson put me on edge last night. I hate that I don’t know what happened to my mother, how she spent her last moments. When he offered up a small amount of information about her, good or bad, I just wanted to know more.”

“I’m sorry I don’t have more comfort to give you,” I say.

She smiles sadly and shrugs as she begins gathering up her books. Wesley and I grab the rest, and we begin putting them away together. Her arm stretches up, attempting to put the book in place, when Wesley grabs it from her, sliding it into place.

“Thanks,” she smiles as she turns to face him.

He slowly backs her up against the bookcase, a smirk on his face as his finger comes underneath her chin.

“No problem.”

Wesley pauses for a moment, looking both ways before leaning down, pressing his lips to hers. She makes a soft sound of surprise but easily sinks into the touch. Her arms wrap around his neck as their kiss turns more heated.

Today, Skyla is wearing a plaid skirt with dark tights and a white sweater. Or at least she was. Wesley’s hands move down her body, going between her thighs, when a sharp rip sounds out inside the quiet library. I whip my head around, making sure the librarian hasn’t come back yet. I know I saw a few college students a couple sections over. They could come this way any second, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping them.

In the time that it took me to turn around and scope out our surroundings, Wesley had ripped a hole in Skyla’s tights and shoved his cock into her pussy. He has her right leg lifted, hiked up to allow better access as he begins fucking her against the bookshelf. A few books fall from the force of his thrusts, but that doesn’t stop him.

Her mouth drops open, her head falling to the side as she looks at me. Those eyes practically beckon me, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m coming to her. My hand comes to the side of her cheek, keeping her head turned as I crush my mouth to hers. She hums her satisfaction against my mouth, my tongue stroking against hers before I whisper against her lips.

“Such a bad girl letting Wesley fuck you in public like this,” I tsk.

“She’s a good little slut, aren’t you, little one?” Wesley says with a cocky whisper.

Skyla nods, her face turning to look up at the ceiling as I look at Wesley and shake my head.

“This isn’t smart,” I tell him softly.

“No,” he agrees. “But it’s fun.”

Wesley’s free hand reaches out for me, palming my already hard cock through my jeans. I choke back the moan that begs to run through me at the feeling, but he seems hell bent on getting more of a rise out of me. His hand runs up and down against me, forcing my cock to strain uncomfortably against my pants.

He never stops thrusting into Skyla, but his eyes also never leave mine. Carefully, his fingers move to my belt, slowly undoing it. My heart is beating out of my chest, every fiber of my being extremely on edge. Still, though, I don’t stop him. I tell myself it’s because Skyla loves it, and I hold onto that reasoning tight enough to allow me to be okay with what comes next.

Once he has my belt undone and my jeans unbuttoned, his hand slips inside my boxers, gripping my cock. His hand is so warm, so firm. I throb into his hand as I bite back a groan when he begins stroking me. His blue eyes are so intense, filled with so much want. It fills me with warring feelings that I don’t know how to process. Thankfully, I don’t have to before Skyla is speaking.

“Are you touching him?” she whispers before letting out a moan that is way too loud.

I smack my hand over her mouth, keeping her muffled as Wesley begins fucking her faster. He jerks my cock a little faster too, and I find my hips slowly thrusting with him.

“Fuck,” he grumbles low. “You feel so good,” he says, his eyes on Skyla before they come to me. “Both of you.”

That pulls another moan out of Skyla that my hand helps keep quiet. Wesley stares at me so intently, I don’t know how to look away. He tugs me closer and closer until our chests are practically touching, a private little triangle formed between us. I drop my hand from Skyla’s mouth, and he leans forward, making out with her for several seconds before turning to me with ragged breaths.

“Kiss me?” he asks.

My stomach flips at that request, and I hesitate. My eyes drop to his lips, lips I have tasted before. Once. There were a lot of things that happened in that shack that I never thought would. A lot of things I swore to myself were just in the heat of the moment and would never happen again. Now he’s here, asking me to break one of those rules, and for a moment, fuck me, I consider it.

His pink lips are wet and plump, small teeth indents from Skyla on his lower lip that makes them all the more enticing. A kiss, though…it feels too personal, too exposing. My best friend has sucked me off for years, and things have never been weird. It’s been a pleasure thing, a release, and he sucks cock better than any woman I’ve ever met, so that didn’t hurt.

Wesley seems to be able to read my mind, or at least able to tell the minute I decide I won’t be kissing him. So, he turns away, his hand falling away from my cock as he cups Skyla’s face. My cock twitches at the loss of contact, every instinct in me screaming to grab my cock and start jerking it while I watch them. How could I not? They are so fucking hot together.

Luckily, I don’t have to. Wesley falls over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him surprisingly silent as he pumps in and out of Skyla. As soon as he’s finished, he pulls out of her, stepping to the side to make room for me. Gladly.

“Hi, baby,” I smile as I grab my cock, lining it up to her wet pussy.

“Hi.” She smiles when I push inside, her face twisting up with pleasure as I rest my head onto her shoulder, biting down because, goddamn, she feels so good.

She’s so tight, so wet, and it’s even more of a turn on to know that it’s not just her that’s all wet but Wesley’s cum. Every thrust pushes it deeper and deeper into her, and something about that spurs me on.

“There you go, Ro,” Wesley encourages softly. “Fuck my cum deep into our girl. Get her nice and pregnant for us.”

I grumble at his words, snapping my hips aggressively as I do.

“S-so good,” Skyla moans. “A-almost…t-there.”

“Need a little push over the edge?” Wesley asks before lowering to his knees.

Skyla and I both watch him curiously before we feel him. For a moment, my vision spots, and I black out. That’s the only way to describe what it feels like to have Wesley’s mouth attached to where I’m fucking Skyla. His tongue swirls over her clit before coming down to meet my cock. I intentionally slow my thrusts, looking down as I watch Wesley’s tongue drag along the side of my cock. He opens his eyes as I thrust back inside her, giving me a quick wink that has a new passion taking over me.

“More,” Skyla begs, to which Wesley happily obliges.

His tongue begins flicking against her, devouring her whole while I fuck her raw. His tongue even slides along my cock, pushing into her at the same time I do. It forces my movements to stutter, and I close my eyes, cursing under my breath as he does.

I feel Skyla’s pussy begin to tremble and I’m right there with her. My pace becomes urgent as I push inside her before the wave of my orgasm hits us together. I feel my cum begin to coat the inside of her walls, and Wesley is right there, practically feral as he tries to lick inside her. Like he’s desperate for a taste.

Before I can think about it, I pull my cock out of her early, turning and shoving it down Wesley’s throat. His eyes open in surprise as a rope of my cum splashes against his tongue. He closes his mouth around me, bobbing his head as he draws out the last of my orgasm. My hand comes down, digging into his hair because fuck, I want to keep his mouth on me forever.

He has other plans, though. As fast as he took me, he releases me, turning his attention to Skyla as he latches his mouth onto her pussy. His tongue swirls and licks through her, like he’s desperate for the taste. Her, him and me mixed together into a combination that sounds like the best thing he’s ever tasted, if his moans are anything to go off.

When he pulls away, he looks up at us from his knees, a small dribble of cum falling down his chin. Instinctively, I reach out, gathering it with my thumb before pushing my thumb into his mouth. His mouth parts in surprise, but he closes around me, his tongue swirling around my digit in a way that already has my cock hardening.

“Good boy,” I growl.