43. Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Two

Skyla

W esley has his laptop open on the kitchen island, a pinched look on his face while I sit on my phone. It rings and rings, but Steph doesn't answer. Instead, it goes to voicemail.

"Steph, hey, it's me," I say, not even trying to hide the shake in my voice as I re-read the letter for the twentieth time. "Can you call me back? I need to talk to you, about mom and other…stuff. Please call me back as soon as possible."

I hang up the phone as Wesley speaks, keeping his eyes on the screen.

"Don't you think you're going to worry her with a voicemail like that?"

"Shouldn't she be? Shouldn't I be?" I ask.

His mouth flattens into a thin line as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Maybe," he admits, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

I nod. Thought so.

"Shouldn't the guys be back? Where is Liam?" I ask, suddenly feeling an intense sense of paranoia.

"Liam is upstairs, working on his essay that's due tomorrow. The guys have only been gone for two hours. I expect them to be gone for longer than that. You need to relax."

"How can I relax? Everything is so fucked," I snap, tossing my hands out by my sides before letting out a rough breath. "I'm sorry," I say softer this time. "I'm scared, confused, and desperate to know what is going on. I'm so tired of living on edge, and now that this clearly involves my mom in some way, I just…I need answers."

He nods. "I know, we're trying. We're close. You've been so strong through all of this, just trust us? Hang in there a little longer."

"Why should I?"

"Excuse me?" he asks.

"Trust you? I mean, of course I trust the guys, but you…you don't owe me anything. Why are you even here?"

Wesley frowns at that. Slowly, he stands, rounding the kitchen island before coming toe to toe with me. He looks down at me, tilting his head to the side so he can hold my gaze more easily.

"Why do you think I'm here, little one?"

I swallow roughly, butterflies that have no business existing begin fluttering through me at the nickname.

"Out of loyalty to Ronan, right?" I ask, wetting my lips as I do.

Wesley's blue eyes snap down to the movement, tracking it slowly before they come back up to my own.

"If my loyalty to Ronan was in the forefront of my mind, I wouldn't be standing inches away from the woman he loves, thinking all the things that I currently am."

My heart thuds out of rhythm, and I find myself speaking before I can stop myself.

"What are you thinking?"

He watches me for a moment or two before lifting his hand to cup my jaw. The feel of his calloused hand against my skin sends a delicious shudder running through me as my breath upticks.

"You really want to know? Once I tell you, there won't be any going back for either of us."

My eyes move back and forth between his, not sure where to settle when he closes the distance between us. If I wanted to stop it, he gave me enough of a delay, but I don't move a muscle.

When his lips touch mine, my stomach flips and my pulse races. The soft, pillowy feel of him against me has me wanting to sink into him and never come up for air. His tongue peeks out, swiping against my own once as his hand tightens on my jaw. He pulls away too soon for my liking, resting his forehead against my own as his chest heaves.

"That. That's what I've been thinking about. Every minute of every day since I laid my eyes on you."

"Wesley," I whimper breathily.

"I know, little one. I know. Even if we only exist in this moment, I'll take it. A stolen moment with you is worth a lifetime with anyone else."

He dives back in, either because he doesn't want to have to hear me reject him or he just can't help himself. Either way, I can honestly say I'm not mad about it, which probably makes me a terrible person.

This kiss is more passioned, less gentle. His teeth nip against my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth as his hands run up and down my body. They settle beneath my ass, lifting me into the air and resting me on the edge of the island. My legs part instinctively, and he steps between them, burying his hand into the back of my hair as he pulls slightly, deepening the kiss as our tongues tangle.

All of the feelings I've attempted to push away for Wesley, come rushing into me like a freight train. Every stolen look, accidental touch, melt-worthy word. Every single moment overwhelms me, and all I can find myself able to do is wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life.

His mouth tears away from my own, peppering my face and neck with kisses as he slowly lowers me to lay on top of the island. He plasters his body against mine, the feel of his hardening cock grinding against my pussy as he thrusts forward once.

I'm so lost in this, in him, that I don't hear Liam come into the room. At least not until I look to see him sitting at a bar stool, stroking his cock as he watches Wesley and I. Wesley seems to notice him in the same moment, his body stilling and mouth pulling away from me.

"Walcott," Wesley greets stiffly.

"Don't you dare fucking stop. I can practically smell how wet she is for you all the way over here. Make her cum at the very least," Liam says, as his hips jerk slightly, his fist working faster as his eyes flick between Wesley and me.

Wesley's eyes come down to me, wordlessly checking on me. This is so Liam though, that I'm not surprised. I shrug my shoulders shyly.

He gives one more look to Liam before he presses his lips to mine.

"So, he likes to watch?" Wesley guesses, his mouth moving against mine as he speaks.

"Very much," Liam answers for him. "Both of you, honestly," Liam says, as he sinks his teeth into his lip, very obviously checking out Wesley.

To my surprise, he doesn't grouch at Liam like anyone else does, doesn't tell him to get fucked. Instead, Wesley tears his eyes off mine, running them over Liam assessingly before his eyes pause on Liam's pierced cock. Something akin to lust fills his eyes before he tears his gaze away.

"Careful flirting with me. I've been with more men than you ever have; that's a guarantee, and I don't back down from a challenge."

I can't help it. My pussy literally pulses at that as Liam's mouth drops. Shock is written all over his face, but right beneath it is excitement. I don't mean to, but a whimper escapes my lips as my head flicks back and forth between them. Both sets of eyes land on me and Wesley grins.

"Would you like that, little one? You want to share one of your men with me for the night?"

I nod enthusiastically. Too enthusiastically probably causing a chuckle to rip through Wesley. His eyes come back to me, an adoring shine in them.

"Maybe another time. Right now, I need you."

My heart tightens in my chest as his mouth returns to mine. Those soft lips practically pulling every worry, fear and hurt from my body, absorbing them into his own as his mouth dances across my skin. His tongue darts out, tracing a lazy line between my breasts before reaching the neckline of my shirt. His hand fists the cotton material, balling it up as he lifts it to expose my bare stomach.

Sweet kisses are placed all over it as he works his way down further and further until he's at the waistline of my leggings. Releasing my shirt, he takes my leggings in both hands and rips them off me so fast I almost fall from the island. He's there, though, stabilizing me while discarding my leggings and panties to the corner of the room.

"Jesus christ," he curses with a shake of his head as he rests his forehead against my upper thigh.

"What?" I ask.

"She's fucking gorgeous, right?" Liam asks, his hand jerking a little faster. "Prettiest little pussy you've ever seen?"

"So fucking pretty," Wesley murmurs against my skin.

His tongue peeks out, running slowly through me and making me shudder in the process. Those dark blue eyes come to me as if checking in with me, but they don't leave as he does it again and again, pulling a moan from my lips.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Liam groans from the side.

Wesley's eyes come to Liam's a sensual smile displayed across his face.

"Enjoying the view, Walcott?"

Liam sinks his teeth into his lower lip and nods, his eyes lingering on Wesley.

"I'd love to see more of this view."

Wesley chuckles, trailing a finger through me before pushing inside, curling up and hitting my g-spot in record time. What the fuck, does he have a GPS tracker on that thing or what?

Together, his tongue and finger work together in perfect synchronization. I can't help but tighten my thighs around him, resting each leg over his shoulders as he pulls me closer to him.

"Wesley," I gasp as his nose rubs against my clit.

"Mmmm, I love my name on your lips, little one. Say it again," he says.

His tongue swirls up to my clit, licking and sucking on it in a way that steals my breath straight from my lungs.

"Oh my god. Holy shit! Wesley," I whimper.

"You like that, babygirl? Is he eating that sweet little pussy so good?" Liam asks as he moves closer beside me.

"Yes," I moan. "S-so good."

My eyes move down to see Liam's eyes on Wesley, his hand jerking his cock faster and faster as he does. There is a lust-drunk look in his eye, like he's imagining Wesley's tongue on him instead of me. Maybe that should make me jealous or even turn me off, but instead, I'm desperate to see that image myself.

"C'mere," Liam says as he holds his cock up to me. "Open up."

I do as he says, feeling his cock stretch my mouth and push down my throat. Running my tongue along his piercings, he curses and grips my jaw tightly as Wesley nips at my clit. I moan and squirm, and with one more swipe of Wesley's tongue, I'm coming.

Liam follows closely behind me, letting out a string of curses as he coats my throat with his release. I swallow him down until he rubs my cheek lovingly before pulling out of me, tucking himself back into his pants.

When I'm able to finally catch my breath, I look down to see Wesley fisting his cock, his face still buried in my pussy as he lets out a low groan that has me clenching again already. Oh my god, I don't think an orgasm has ever sounded so sexy in all my life.

Wesley slowly pushes himself to stand, a satisfied smirk on his face as he reaches for a paper towel. He cleans himself as Liam helps me up. I feel a soft kiss press against the side of my head and smile up at Liam. He shoots me a quick wink before my eyes come to Wesley.

"Well, that wasn't exactly how I anticipated my first time with you going," Wesley chuckles lowly.

"It was better, right?" Liam teases.

Those blue eyes come to me as he takes half a step closer, his hand reaching up to cup my jaw as he nods.

"Most definitely."

Butterflies flutter through my body as I look between the two of them and even see them trade a few curious glances towards each other. I'm not one hundred percent sure if Wesley was just teasing Liam earlier or if he was serious. It's not like we've exactly had the kind of relationship to discuss his preferences or his past.

Wesley pulls away from me, moving to the stove as Liam leans into me.

"Did we just get a new boyfriend?" he whisper asks.

"I think so," I agree, as I watch the god-like man at the stove.

Wesley hears us based on the silent shake of his shoulders, but he doesn't turn around.

"Do you think Asher will be upset?" I ask.

"I fucking hope so," he laughs. "Jealous hate sex is some of my favorite."

I laugh at that, raising a brow to Liam.

"You already thinking about having sex with one of my boyfriend's?" I ask teasingly.

Liam grins at me.

"Like you wouldn't love front row seats to that show."

I would. I so fucking would.

Wesley moves towards us, a mug filled with cider in his hand as he gives it to me. I accept it happily as he bends down, stealing another kiss from me. When he pulls away, he grins.

"So, how long am I allowed to keep kissing you? Just so I'm aware."

"Uhm, as long as you want, I guess?" I smile shyly.

He grins and shakes his head.

"Not sure you should have said that. There is no getting rid of me now, little one," Wesley chuckles. "Need a drink?" he offers to Liam.

Liam looks at him, licking his lips seductively as he shakes his head.

"I have a different drink in mind if you're offering," he smirks.

Wesley's eyebrows lift as I take a sip of my cider, shaking my head at them. I can't tell if he is impressed by Liam's boldness or turned on. Maybe both?

Liam and Wesley banter for a few minutes as I sip my cider, casually sitting on my kitchen island with no pants and not a care in the world. What a life I live.

Like a freight train though, a wave of exhaustion slams into me. All the stress and worry of everything going on in my insane life, combined with the incredible release from an orgasm that has months of sexual tension behind it, given to me by someone who should technically be off-limits, has me ready to pass out right here and now.

I know some of the guys won't be happy about it, and when I say some, I mean pretty much everyone except Liam. Maybe if Wesley gives everyone mind-blowing oral, they will let him stay. Look at my slutty mind go. It's a pretty fantasy, though.