8. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Liam

I couldn't get the hell out of my last class fast enough. One, I hate finance with a fucking passion, and two, I need to find my girl. Ever since I found out that her and Vincent slept together, it's all I've been able to think about.

I'm always the guy up for sharing, encouraging everyone to be as laid back as I am about it all, but I can't deny that in that moment, I was so fucking jealous. Out of all of us, Vincent is the one that she chooses first? Make it make sense.

And yeah, I don't count what happened between her and Asher because, let's be real, that shit was closer to rape than anything. Especially how he did it.

I'm still in fucking shock over it. I honestly can't believe it. I really thought he was falling for her. I was so sure of it. If I'm being real, I think he did, maybe even still does, have feelings for her. I'm sure the shit he pulled had everything to do with his intimacy issues and his dad. Some toxic combination. This isn't one of the times where I will defend him, though. There's no defending him. He hurt the woman that I'm in love with and even if I've always been a firm believer in bros before hoes, that doesn't apply when it comes to the woman you're going to spend the rest of your life with.

Granted, I'm not sure how the rest of our lives are going to look. Shit is messy right now and will be for the foreseeable future. Even if Christopher could magically be accepting of his son's wife being with multiple men, it's just not how things are done in the Brethren. Eventually, they will want to see Ronan, me, and even Vincent married as well. They want all of our legacies to live on as Elder families. I know I speak for all of us though, when I say we couldn't give a fuck about any of that. We just want her forever, or for as long as she will have us.

Speaking of my asshole ex-best friend, he's walking in the opposite direction and our eyes meet as we come closer. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but I don't give him the time of day, shoulder checking him as I continue my search for Skyla. He's not even worth my breath.

When I finally make it to Skyla's class, I notice that she isn't where we normally meet up. Frowning to myself, I scan the surrounding area until I see her blonde hair duck around a corner. Heading off in that direction, I turn the corner to see her and Ronan deep in conversation.

"What did you say, specifically?"

"I told him that Asher and I had our ceremony on the thirty-first. He said that he was sorry and then he told me Asher was a decent guy. That he would protect me. When I laughed at that and said who would protect me from him, he said he would…or you would."

I'm on alert instantly, closing the distance between us.

"Who said this?" I ask.

Ronan and Skyla both turn to me, matching frowns on their faces as she speaks.

"Wesley, my driver."

"Your bond brother? He's back?" I ask.

"Wesley is your bond brother?" Skyla asks in surprise.

Ronan nods but ignores the question as he speaks.

"She said he knows about Skyla and me."

"Fuck, babygirl. Why did you tell him?" I say with a shake of my head.

"I didn't! He figured it out. He said he could tell something was up from the way Ronan was acting. I told him he needed to keep the information discreet, and he agreed. I'm just worried."

"Fuck, me too," I agree before I can think better of it.

Skyla's face wrinkles with worry and I take a step next to her, pulling her into my side as I shush her.

"It's gonna be fine babe. Wesley is trustworthy, right, Ronan?"

Ronan is quiet for a few moments before he nods.

"We haven't spoken in a while…a few years ago, I would have said absolutely. Truth is, I don't know what he's been up to all these years, though. I just…fuck, I need to talk with him."

"Is that really a good idea?" Skyla asks.

"We don't have much choice. I'll have him come to my place after he drops you off, okay?"

She nods as I look down at her.

"I'll head over a few minutes later in case anyone is watching the house. It'll look like I'm coming to see Asher."

"Okay," she says, her teeth chewing on her inner lip.

Being the inappropriate comedic relief I am, I decide to break the heavy tension.

"Did our girl tell you her and Vincent fucked?"

Her eyes whip over to me in outrage before she smacks my arm.

"Really?"

Ronan doesn't look surprised as his eyes are on her and he cups her face.

"Did he take care of you?"

She hesitates for a moment before nodding. He looks around us, leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Good, I'm glad. You deserved to have a better experience."

I'm a little surprised that's all Ronan has to say about it. He doesn't even seem a little put out like I was. Maybe I'm not the group's sharing enthusiast. That might go to this big guy right here.

Ronan leaves a minute or so later. Skyla and I walk together until a black SUV pulls up and a guy I haven't seen since I was a little kid steps out of the car.

"What's up, man?" I greet as I pull him in for a quick hug.

He nods and smiles.

"Good to see you, kid. You've grown up."

"What can I say, it's all those Wheaties," I tease as I kiss one of my biceps.

Skyla laughs at me in a pitying way, and I don't miss the way Wesley tracks it. It's as if her one laugh snapped his attention in an instant. It has my smile slipping and my eyes narrowing curiously.

"Where to, Miss Parris?" he asks her.

"Could you please call me Skyla? Just once?" she asks before looking at me, giving me a quick wave goodbye.

It takes everything in me not to haul her into my side and say goodbye properly, even if we will only be separated for twenty minutes.

"Maybe if you're lucky." He winks as he holds open her door.

She smiles at him, though it's not in a flirtatious way. The way he's watching her is definitely flirtatious though, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Wesley gives me a wave goodbye and I turn to head for my car. I need to teach Skyla how to drive. That's going to be a priority, immediately. That way, she's not waiting around on a driver to take her places, and it keeps his googly eyes the fuck off my girl. Is this what being jealous feels like? I gotta admit. I'm not a fan.

When I pull up to the house, I see Asher's Maserati is in the driveway, and Wesley's SUV is pulling away. Skyla pauses, waiting for me at the front door, she smiles when I park the car and make my way up to her.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asks.

I can't help but laugh, playing along as she opens the door.

"Just came by to see Asher."

She nods, her smile dropping as she steps inside the house. I haven't been here before, so I'm not sure what we're looking at. Skyla's eyes are tracing the foyer, like she's in shock.

"Everything okay?" I ask as I close the front door behind us.

"I can't believe everything is exactly how I described it," she says almost to herself.

"Skyla?" Asher calls out.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders, as his voice begins carrying from what looks like the living room before making its way towards us.

"Look, I know you don't want to talk to me and that's fine. I just wanted you to feel comfortable here. If there is anything you don't like, we'll change it again. Whatever it takes to make you—"

His words die on his tongue when he sees me. His eyes flick between the two of us before landing on her. Her face is impassive as she watches him before she swallows roughly and reaches down for my hand, lacing our fingers together before she's leading me upstairs.

Her eyes stay forward but I can't help but look down at Asher, watching his eyes track her as if he had no choice. When we get to the top of the staircase, he disappears, and Skyla pulls us into a bedroom.

"What's going on, babygirl?" I ask.

She stares at the room for a moment before she shakes her head.

"Nothing just…Asher playing mind games or something. I don't know."

I nod at that, closing the distance between us before wrapping my arms around her.

"Fuck him," I say as I begin peppering soft kisses against her neck. "I missed you, babygirl."

"I missed you too," she says as she winds her arms around me. "Are you going to shower me with all the words of affirmation and devotions of love so I'll put out now?" she laughs.

I don't though, my movements still and I pull back with furrowed brows.

"Is that what you think of me?"

Her teasing smile softens as she looks at me.

"No, I know you love and adore me. I just also know how badly you want to have sex."

"I could give a fuck about sex, Skyla. I want you badly. Just you. We could never have sex for the rest of our lives, and I'd be just fine."

Her brows furrow. "You were really upset this morning when you found out about Vincent and me, though."

"That's because, on occasion, I can be a jealous motherfucker, who knew, right?" I ask with a laugh as I cup the back of her neck. "I never want you to think for a minute, that I need anything but this," I say, as I reach a hand up to cover her heart. "That I need anything but you."

Her eyes begin to water and she practically leaps into my arms in the next moment. I catch her easily as her mouth smashes against mine, tongues tangling together as we fall back onto the bed.

"Babygirl," I say, as she begins kissing my neck and chest. "I'm serious. We don't have to do anything. I'm just happy to be here with you."

"Liam?" she asks breathlessly.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

Well, fuck. I'm only human.

I flip us in one fluid motion, pinning her onto her back as I kiss my way down her body, her legs open for me, skirt riding up to her thighs before I pull her panties to the side. The same panties I watched Bartlett play with this morning. I really wasn't sure how that was going to go at first.

For a moment, it almost seemed like Skyla was going to let her go for it. You wouldn't have heard a complaint out of me. I could practically see it, Bartlett slipping her finger inside her during class, my head between Skyla's legs, giving her all the praise and selfishly enjoying the view. Find me a man that wouldn't love to watch his girlfriend's best friend finger fuck her, and I'd call that man a fucking liar.

I lick a line through her, stopping on her clit and flicking against it quickly. She pants and moans, her nails digging into my head and shoulders as I continue.

"Fuck, Liam. You're so good at that."

I chuckle, allowing my vibrations to hum against her sensitive flesh and earning myself another moan in reward. I slip a finger inside, curling it up to rub against her g-spot as I use my tongue and finger in unison. She's almost too easy. My babygirl is already right on the edge. All it takes is a few strokes of my finger, a pass or two of my tongue and I'm tasting victory as she comes hard.

I lick and suck every bit of her release until her moans have quieted and her breathing stills. I'm not done yet, though. Gripping her hip in my hand, I flip her onto her stomach, slipping my arm beneath her before pulling her up to her hands and knees.

"Arch that back, babygirl."

She does as I say, that pussy popping out beautifully. My hands run up and down her spine before I'm pulling my cock out and lining myself up to her.

I can't help but pause though, my body is practically vibrating with anticipation.

"Last chance to run, babygirl? Once I have you, there'll be no turning back," I say through clenched teeth.

She looks over her shoulder at me with a lifted eyebrow.

"Was there any turning back anyways?"

Fair point.

Holding eye contact, I begin slowly pushing inside her. She's so goddamn tight, but she takes me surprisingly well. Until my piercings begin to slip inside.

Her eyes widen and her jaw drops.

"Oh my god! Is it supposed to feel like this?"

I smirk as I nod, running a soothing hand up and down her back.

"Yes, babygirl. Ninety percent for pleasure, ten percent to have a decorated cock."

She lets out a laugh, but when I push all the way in and my tip presses against her g-spot, that laugh turns into a moan.

Withdrawing my hips until I'm almost all the way out of her, I pause before pushing myself back inside. Her head turns forward, dropping to the mattress as she moans again. God, that sound alone makes my cock jerk, every fucking time.

I have to pause for a moment because the way she's pulsing around me is so fucking good. Closing my eyes, I take a few slow breaths before I begin thrusting my hips, finding a rhythm that satisfies us both. It isn't hard to find one that satisfies Skyla, though. Her whimpers and moans can be heard throughout the whole fucking house. I have no doubt that Asher is outside the door listening right now, wishing this were him. I don't give a fuck what he did to her, he loves her, even if he doesn't know it yet. Well, fucking sucks to be him, I guess.

My hands grip Skyla's hips tightly, my knuckles turning white as I use her body to pull her in harder and fuck her deeper.

"Fuck! Liam," she whines.

"Yeah, baby? Tell me what you want? What you need?"

"You. All of you. Fuck me, baby," she cries out.

My pace becomes jerky and unstable. I have a one-track mind and the only thing taking up that track is fucking her as hard as humanely possible. My hand comes up to the base of her hair, digging my fingers into her scalp before I withdraw a bit. I wrap a majority of her hair around my fist and I pull.

She gasps as her head is yanked backwards, having nowhere to go but towards me.

"Good fucking girl," I praise. I want to see that beautiful face when you come."

Her mouth is parted into a perfect o, her eyes hazy and lust drunk as I yank on her hair harder, forcing a moan to fall from her lips.

Fuck! I feel my cock begin to pulse, and I know I don't have much longer. Her pussy squeezes and spasms. I know she doesn't have long either. Releasing my other hand's hold on her hip, I reach around, leaning over her as I do while squeezing her cheeks together.

"Open up like a good girl," I demand through clenched teeth.

She does as I say, opening her mouth as wide as she can while I keep my hold on her. Gathering up all the saliva in my mouth, I spit right through her lips and into hers. Her eyes widen in surprise before they shutter close, and she comes. Fucking hard.

My own vision doubles as pleasure runs from the base of my spine all the way to my head and back down. My cock pulses as I shoot my cum deep inside her, forcing her to take every single ounce of my release before we collapse in a heap on the bed. I feel my heaving chest pressed against her sweat dotted back, my cock still buried between her thighs. Would it be so bad if we stayed like this for a while?

Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. UTI central, but goddamnit, I want nothing more than to stay inside her for the rest of my life. Vincent and Ronan can bring me my meals here from now on. Who needs to walk? Or move? I'm good.

Eventually, I do the right thing and pull out of her before forcing her to tuck into my arms. She comes happily, a smile on her face as she looks up at me.

"Wow," she breathes.

"Okay, be honest, I'm better than Vincent, right?"

She scoffs and smacks my chest as she stands up.

"You don't want to go there, Liam."

I frown as I sit up, resting back on my hands.

"Why not?"

"Because you might not like my answer," she says with a cheeky grin, before she takes off running for her bathroom.

I'm on my feet chasing her in an instant because the feisty little thing knew I would. I guess I'm predictable, pretty obvious by now. Wherever Skyla is, I'm there. Even if I have to chase her down, I'm there.