40. Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Thirty Nine

Wesley

R onan drives with both hands on the wheel. More like both hands strangling the wheel. He’s fucking pissed, but I know him better than anyone, and I know that he’s just masking right now. He’s not mad at Skyla. In fact, I know a small part of him understands why she did it. No matter how dumb it was.

“It’s gonna be okay, Ro,” I say calmly as he shakes his head.

“Yeah? Have you figured out a way to sneak onto my brother’s property, uninvited, sneak past his security cameras and staff, break into the house and slide the journal exactly where Skyla found it without setting off a single red flag?”

I stay silent for several seconds because no, not really. The only hope is that he’s not home, which means his security team won’t be. As far as the feed goes, that’s one of the easier parts.

My fingers begin tapping away at my phone as I hack into his feed with ease. It only takes me seconds to record a small bit of feed and play it on an endless loop. Or at least a loop that will last nine and a half minutes before it notifies the security team.

“I’ll cut the feed and motion sensors as soon as we get to the driveway. We’ll have roughly nine minutes and thirty-two seconds until I have to turn it back on.”

Ronan frowns as he looks to me before facing the road once more.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’m the one who upgraded his system recently,” I say as Ronan approaches Putnam Manor.

I already scanned the feed and thankfully, only the maid is here. She’s currently folding laundry in the laundry room so that should leave us with enough uninterrupted time. I think.

“Three, two, one,” I say before Ronan punches the gas.

The car takes off, soaring down the long driveway before coming to a sharp halt at the front steps. We both spring out of the car, choosing to leave the doors open as the quieter option before moving up the stairs. I inwardly thank the military for teaching me how light on your feet you can be, even for a guy my size, when your life is literally on the line.

Thanks to the maid, the door is already unlocked, and it takes virtually no effort to slip inside the house. Ronan and I work as a team, our eyes scanning the entire perimeter before moving forward. When we’re clear, he hustles forward, moving into Christopher’s office while I’m on his heels. He begins pulling drawer after drawer, all coming up empty with a false bottom, until he comes to one.

“Got it,” he mutters as he lifts the false bottom. Ronan sets the journal in there and pauses, his brows furrowing.

“What the—”

I look over to see him shuffling through several pieces of paper before he holds up a photograph. He flips it around for me to see and the sight turns my stomach. Christopher and Henry are in it, completely naked, as they fuck a woman tied up. Her hands are tied to the bed, her mouth stuffed with Henry’s cock as tears stream down her face. That isn’t the part that is particularly surprising, though. The shocking part is that it’s not just any woman. It’s Stephanie, and based on their appearance, I’d wager this was just from weeks ago when Stephanie was in town.

Ronan reaches inside again, grabbing out another photograph that is nearly identical. This time it isn’t Stephanie tied up, but Giselle Parris. She’s a spitting image of Skyla, but the photo is clearly much older than the one with Stephanie.

Ronan continues rifling through the papers inside the drawer before his entire frame stills. The last photograph he pulls up isn’t a sexual one like I expect it to be. Instead, it’s of Corwin, standing over Skyla as she sleeps in her dorm room. Ronan flips over the back to see a date scribbled onto the back of the photo in sharpie. October 14 th .

What the fuck.

So, Christopher knew about Corwin well before anyone did. He knew what he was doing, and he didn’t stop him, didn’t intervene. I’m not sure why that surprises me, maybe because he seemed so confused and taken by surprise. I guess that’s a testament to what a slimy fucking bastard he is, and if the other pictures are anything to go off, a fucking rapist too.

I glance down at the clock, my eyes rounding. One minute left.

“Now!” I snap, not having to explain myself as I peek out the door and bolt to the front entry.

I hear Ronan rustle the papers, setting the false bottom back and closing the cabinet before he’s out the door. I make it to the car first, sliding into the open door as I fire up the car and take off. Ronan dives in just in time and slams his door shut as I speed down the driveway. My clock ticks on my phone, slowly counting down. Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven.

My hands white knuckle the steering wheel, pushing the vehicle as far and as fast as I can. I just have to make it out of Christopher’s perimeter, and we’ll be in the clear. I whip the wheel hard to the right, speeding down the road until we approach the neighbor’s house. For good measure, I drive another house down before I screech to a halt, grabbing my phone and pulling up the screen with Christopher’s feed.

My finger practically smashes against my screen as I resume the live feed, and two seconds later, my alarm goes off. A ragged breath leaves Ronan and I simultaneously before we begin laughing. Not joy filled laughs, but shaky adrenaline fueled laughter because our bodies don’t know how else to process this moment. I shake my head and put the car into drive once more, getting the fuck out of here.

We don’t speak as I drive, and Ronan doesn’t question me when I don’t go back to the house, but instead my property in Peabody. I’m on edge, and I just want to go somewhere that I know won’t have eyes on us.

When we pull up to the seemingly humble house, I enter in the passcode for the gate. The wrought iron gate swings open, allowing us inside. Just because it’s a humble house, doesn’t mean I don’t take my security seriously.

Together, Ronan and I step out of the car once I’m parked and make our way inside the house. As soon as the door shuts, Ronan speaks.

“What the FUCK was all that?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. I guess we know why Stephanie disappeared practically overnight. Why the fuck didn’t she say anything?”

“To who?” Ronan counters. “To me? Her rapist’s brother? To Asher? Her rapist’s son? To her niece that she’s tried to protect from this shit world her whole life?”

All fair points.

“What’s up with that anyways? They were recreating a memory from their time with Giselle or something?” I wonder.

Ronan shakes his head. “Something like it. Christopher was clearly infatuated with her, more than he’s ever wanted to let on.”

“Then why have her killed? Because let’s not even pretend that it wasn’t your brother or Parris.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “For the only reason women always go missing, control.”

I scoff and shake my head as I stare at the ground.

“And he knew about Corwin the whole fucking time, what the fuck is up with that?”

A thunderous look crosses Ronan’s face as he shakes his head.

“I can’t let that go. I…”

He trails off, closing his eyes with a disgusted sneer before he looks at me again.

“I’m gonna kill him, Wes.”

I nod. “I know—”

“No,” Ronan says, a dark lilt to his words as he speaks. “I mean it. We can’t live under him forever. I’m going to kill him or die fucking trying.”

I clap my hand on his shoulder, nodding in solidarity.

“I’m with you, brother. Until the very end.”

He nods, his rigid stance shaking a little. I’m not sure if it’s from anger, fear of what’s to come, or something in between. I pull him into me. Wrapping my arms around him as I pat his back encouragingly. He tenses, and I wait for him to relax, but he doesn’t.

Frowning, I pull away as I look at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“What?” he asks nonchalantly.

I lift a brow and wait for him to explain before I shake my head.

“Am I not allowed to hug you? Comfort you?”

Ronan tries to brush it off, pocketing his hands into his pants.

“I’m not in the mood for your kind of ‘comforting,’ Wes.”

I screw my face up at that.

“What the fuck? You think I was making a move on you?”

“When aren’t you? Anytime I’m at the house, you’re watching me. When we’re with my girlfriend—”

“Our girlfriend,” I correct.

“You’re always approaching me, initiating things with me,” he continues.

“I’m sorry, I’ve yet to hear a complaint,” I fire back. “In fact, all I hear fall from your lips are moans when I’m ‘initiating.’”

Something flashes in Ronan’s eyes as he shakes his head.

“Things are getting too intense, I don’t want to lead you on. It’s best if we stop fucking around together. Just focus on Skyla,” he says.

I tilt my head to the side curiously, taking a step towards him. Surprisingly, he takes a quick step back. Then another and another until I have him pinned against the wall. He’s not a coward, he doesn’t back down from anything, yet he seems hell bent on running far and wide from me right now. Interesting.

Slowly, I rest my hand on his hip, taking note of the way his breath slightly catches as I slip it beneath his shirt, dragging my fingers against his rippled abs until I reach his throat. I grip it tightly, keeping him in place as I keep my mouth just inches from his.

“I think things are getting too intense for you . I’ve never been led on, never expected anything. Ro, you’ve used me as your dirty little secret cock sucker for years and I haven’t minded. Fuck, you cheated on Madi with me…often,” I say, knowing that will strike a nerve.

He pushes against me, but I bring my other hand up, pinning his shoulder in place.

“Don’t,” he says. “Just…don’t.”

“No, you don’t,” I say. “I’ve always known the score. I’ve always been a lot more easy going about sexuality than you, and hey, nothing wrong with that. Don’t act like I’m some kind of degenerate that is hopelessly in love with you, seducing you at every turn,” I say, squeezing his throat a little harder with that.

He grits his teeth together, his voice coming out strained.

“What about right now? Are you telling me you aren’t seducing me?”

“I don’t know,” I ask with a slight taunt. “I think it’s only seducing if your cock is hard. Is your cock hard, Ro?”

He inhales sharply through his nose but doesn’t speak, so I do a little investigating myself. Pressing myself against him, our slacks rub together, my cock finding his steel pipe in milliseconds. His eyes fall closed, a look of defeat on his face as I grind my cock against his.

“Want to explain that?” I growl into his ear.

He doesn’t speak, so I grind against him again, and again, finally pulling a choked moan from him.

“Goddamnit,” he groans.

“Why are you fighting it, Ro? Can’t we just…be? Who gives a fuck what we call it. No expectations, no rules. As long as Skyla is okay with it, why can’t we explore each other fully?”

His heavy breathing is the only sound in this house for several seconds.

“I’m scared of you, Wes,” he admits.

I can’t help but grin, just a little bit as I push my cock against his once more, not moving away this time as I drag my lips over his while I speak.

“You should be. I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

I force my lips against his in the next breath, not giving him a chance to push me away. If he wants to, he’s gotta face me head on first. The way his tongue slips into my mouth tells me that’s not what he truly wants, which I’ll admit, makes me giddy as fuck because I’ve wanted Ronan for longer than I could say.

It started off as admiration. Then we had the drunken night where he wanted to know if it felt different to have a guy suck his dick. Him and Madi were dating for a year or so at this point, and as soon as that post nut clarity hit, he felt so guilty he avoided me for a week. On that seventh day mark, though, he showed up at my place, drunk off his ass, and begged me to suck him off again. To which I did. And then the next day, the next day and the next.

We were hooking up so often for a while there that he’d blow off dates with Madi and stay in bed with me. Usually, it was a blow job, and then we’d hang out before he’d ask for another. I never asked for more, but I never denied him either because…fuck, look at him.

I felt bad that we were betraying Madi, but it felt too good to stop. It felt so right. The situation is different this time, though. Skyla knows that I want Ronan, I think she knows that he wants me too, and she’s fucking into it.

As if she couldn’t be more perfect.

I’m ready to drop to my knees, ready to choke on Ronan’s thick cock, when he takes me by surprise, him willingly dropping to his knees as he undoes my pants. He’s scrambling like he can’t get my cock in his mouth fast enough, and when he does, we both groan in pleasure.

“You like sucking on me?” I ask him as I begin thrusting into his mouth.

He hesitates for a moment before nodding.

“Of course you do. Fuck, Ro. Why do you have to keep fighting us? Can’t you see how fucking good we are?”

He nods his head, sucking my cock down his throat.

“Fuck,” I shudder. “I want you. I want you so fucking bad. It’s all I’ve thought about for years.”

Ronan releases me with a slobbery pop as he looks up at me.

“What do you want, Wes?”

My eyes meet his, my meaning clear. He swallows roughly before nodding his head once. I turn mine in surprise as he speaks.

“Get down here.”

I slide down to the ground and Ronan covers my body with his against the hardwood floor. He undoes his pants, pushing them down as our bare cocks grind against each other. I feel his hand grab his cock, purposefully dragging it up and down my length before he releases it.

I’m about to beg him to continue when his hands come to my pants, fully pulling them down, my shoes coming off with them as he pushes my legs up. I’m surprised at how quickly he agreed, how eager he is. He gathers up a large amount of spit and drops it straight onto my asshole. He does it again into his hand, covering his tip as he lines up to me.

“No time for foreplay, this is gonna hurt,” he warns.

“I love a little pain,” I goad.

Ronan rises to that challenge, shoving into me with a sharp snap of his hips that sends stars dancing across my vision.

“Christ,” he chokes as he pulls out and pushes into me again.

This isn’t sensual love making. It’s not a romantic moment. No, this is years of built up tension. This is raw fucking on the hardwood floors, dirty and hard, just the way I fucking love it.

His cock slides in and out of my ass like a goddamn jack hammer and I begin jerking my cock to match his rhythm. I watch as his eyes flick down, watching me as he groans.

“Fuck! Daddy likes seeing you touch yourself.”

“Oh, are you my daddy now too?” I grin.

Ronan surprises the shit out of me, smacking the side of my ass hard, forcing me to tense around him.

“Fuck, yes, I am. Now be a good boy and take daddy’s cock.”

My cock jerks at that. Shit. I guess I’m into this daddy kink. His hands come to my hips, forcing himself deeper and deeper into me. It’s fucking heaven, it’s everything I thought it would be and more. He’s a fucking animal, and I love every goddamn second of it. Minutes blur together, this lust fueled haze lasting for so long and yet long enough that I couldn’t even tell you how long he’s been inside me. All I can say is I never want him to stop.

“Fuck, daddy,” I groan.

“Yeah,” he growls. “Cry out for daddy. I want to hear you call my name as you cum all over me.”

“You want me to come on you?” I pant.

“Fuck, yes, I do. Paint daddy with your cum, baby.”

I spasm at that, a hard thrust from him catching me by surprise, and before I can even blink, I lose it. Thick ropes of my cum paint Ronan’s shirt and he fucks me harder and faster as I release all over him.

“Fuckkkk,” he groans before his cock throbs inside me, and he falls apart.

His thrusts are jerky and uneven as he pants and groans through it. I swear to god, his orgasm lasts well over thirty seconds, and it’s the most gratifying and sexy thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

When it finally ends, he slumps against me, his body plastered to mine, his cock still inside me. We lay like that for several seconds, just breathing and basking in the post orgasm bliss.

“We gotta tell Sky,” Ronan murmurs against my shoulder.

I nod, pressing a soft kiss against his head.

To my surprise he doesn’t outwardly react. He doesn’t pull away and run. It’s nice.

“Of course we do, and she’s gonna be so fucking pissed she missed it,” I smile.

A rough chuckle escapes Ronan as he nods, sighing softly as we continue to lay on the floor of my house in comfortable silence and complete release.