Deceit (Gallows Hill #1)

16. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Ronan

I ’m walking through campus, cutting through the courtyard when I hear a familiar laugh. It’s an airy sound that instantly has my heart hammering in my chest. My head whips up, landing on the woman I haven’t been able to shake from my thoughts since the moment I met her. The woman that I haven’t been able to stop obsessing over since I found out what her lips taste like.

It’s been over a week since I kissed my nephew’s fiancée in the gardens. Though I should feel bad about it, I’m just disappointed. Disappointed that it can’t happen again, disappointed that she’s going to marry Asher one day. I’m just…disappointed.

Skyla is walking with the Bartlett girl, Margret I think, and they are both cracking up laughing. Her smile is wide and so carefree, it stirs something inside me. I feel my steps faltering as I turn to face her fully. Of course, she doesn’t see me but that’s okay. I see her and fuck, I think she gets more beautiful every time I do.

They start walking closer to me and I’m about to turn to head back to my office when a guy steps in front of them, forcing Skyla to crash into him. He catches her easily, smiling down at her in a way that makes me want to break his fucking jaw.

I recognize him as Will Stroughton’s son. Little prick is who he is, and one of the Legacies I’m in charge of watching over.

“Whoa, sorry about that,” he smiles down at Skyla, as if him stepping in front of her was a total accident.

Jackass.

“It’s fine,” Skyla smiles, her eyes skimming over him for longer than I’d appreciate before she pulls out of his grasp. Stroughton doesn’t let up though as he takes another step, erasing the space she put between them.

“I’m Jeremy, what’s your name?” he smiles down at her.

“Skyla.”

“I’m Maggie in case you were wondering, Stroughton,” her friend scoffs.

Jeremy laughs and looks at Maggie.

“Hey, Bartlett.”

His attention quickly shifts back to Skyla.

“Are you doing anything tonight?”

I frown as she tilts her head in interest.

“Not really, why?”

“I was hoping you’d do me the honor of letting me take you out.”

Skyla grins, a smile that pisses me the fuck off. A smile that is obviously only reserved for me, or at least it should be.

“I’m not sure that would be such a good idea. Doesn’t the whole me being engaged thing kind of make me off limits?”

Jeremy’s head moves down to her bare hand before he winks.

“I don’t see a ring.”

She laughs at that. “You know what, sure. Why not?”

“Yeah?” he grins.

Skyla nods, causing my blood to turn boiling hot as he winks at her and makes plans to pick her up at seven tonight. When he walks away, I start moving towards her. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to and before I know it, I’m barreling right into her.

My hand reaches out, gripping the crook of her elbow as I wordlessly pull her down the courtyard and into the pool building, not giving a fuck about the confused look on her friend’s face.

“Ow! What the hell, Ronan?” she whispers vehemently.

I don’t speak though. I continue pulling her down the hallway, past the pool and into my office. I release her roughly as soon as we are inside and slam the door shut, before bracing my arms on either side of the door. She stands there silently, thank fuck, because I don’t even know how to control my breathing right now.

Eventually she speaks, and it sets me right the fuck off.

“Ronan, what the hell was that?”

I spin on my heel, eating up the distance between us, my eyes widening with rage. She takes a few startling steps backwards, before her ass bumps against my desk. I cage her in, forcing her to not place a single toe away from me as I speak.

“You agreed to go out with him,” I fume.

Her brows dip before realization dawns on her perfect face.

“Were you watching me?”

“Fuck yes I was. How can I not? You’re everywhere. In my pool, my school, my bar, my brother’s home, my fucking head!” I snap.

Her frown softens a bit at that, as well as her voice.

“I didn’t think anyone would care. Asher obviously doesn’t and—”

“I do. I care, a whole fucking lot,” I snarl.

Skyla’s softened tone fades, as irritation passes across her face.

“You’re the one who pulled away. I haven’t seen or heard from you since you told me to go back to the party in the gardens. You got me off, shut down, and pushed me away. What part of that was supposed to make me think you even wanted to look in my direction again, let alone care if I go on a date with some guy?”

“You know exactly why I care,” I grit between clenched teeth.

Her pissed off expression falls away, as lust flickers in her eyes before they come down to my mouth.

“Say it,” she whispers.

“What?”

“Say it,” she says, those green eyes practically punching me straight in the gut as they look at me. “Please.”

My body tenses at her soft plea, and consequences be damned. I can't control my next actions. My hand grips the base of her neck, smashing her mouth against my own. It’s as if she was prepared for it, though. Her arms wrap around my neck, as her tongue tangles with mine. Just the feel of her has my cock throbbing, but right now more than anything I need to taste her.

I slip my hands beneath her legs, lifting her up and onto my desk before pushing up her skirt. She lays down instantly, but her legs aren’t parted. I look up to see her face drenched in want, but a timid energy emanating from her.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’ve never had anyone…” She clears her throat, but doesn’t go on.

I can’t help but let the shit eating grin on my face spread so wide it practically hurts.

“Are you telling me, I’ll be the first person to taste this sweet pussy?”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she nods.

“Is that okay with you?” I ask.

“Yes, god yes. I’m just…nervous, I guess. I don’t know. Now I feel dumb,” she says, covering her face with her hands, forcing me to let out a soft chuckle.

My palms skim up her smooth legs, pausing on her knees as I speak.

“Don’t feel dumb, baby. It’s okay to feel nervous. If you want me to stop, just say so.”

She nods, a steadiness seeming to take over as her legs slowly fall open. I keep my eyes on her until I feel her legs fully part. My eyes come down to see a tiny pair of white cotton panties covering her bald pussy. The material gets thinner and thinner until it’s just a string.

“I didn’t expect you to be the thong wearing type, baby,” I murmur, as I lower my head between her legs, inhaling her scent, before gripping the fabric with my teeth.

I make slow work of pulling them off her, making sure to give her plenty of time to change her mind and back out. Though I know it would be the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do. If I have to walk away from her spread open like this for me, I’d do it for her in a heartbeat.

When I reach her ankles with her panties still between my teeth, I pull them down and off before gripping the damp fabric in my hand. I lift it to my nose, inhaling deeply, as I let out a groan.

“Goddamnit, baby. You smell like fucking heaven. I’m gonna fucking devour this pussy.”

She squirms on my desk, papers rustling beneath her, before I pocket her panties and lower myself to her legs. I begin peppering light kisses on the inside of her thighs, inching up higher and higher until I reach the apex of her legs. Her pussy is practically dripping on this morning’s memo, and I can’t hold myself back any longer.

My tongue flicks out, running a long swipe through her, catching every drop of her I can manage as she bucks against the desk.

“Oh my god!” she moans. “Do that again.”

I do as she asks, running my tongue through her. Forcing her moans and gasps to increase when I pause on her clit, swirling my tongue around it before I begin sucking on it.

“Ronan, Ronan, Ronan,” she chants, her fingers digging into the back of my head. She forces me closer until I’m practically suffocating in her pussy. My fucking favorite.

I begin flicking my tongue against her clit rapidly and am about to slip a finger inside of her when she shutters, a scream so loud tearing from her mouth that I have to lift my hand up and cover it. Her screams of pleasure are miraculously heard through my palm, as her body shakes and jerks against the desk. Shit, that was easier than I anticipated.

When her orgasm subsides I pull my mouth away from her, pressing one more kiss against her delectable pussy before looking up to her. My hand moves from her mouth, pushing back her hair from her face. She’s wearing a delirious expression, like she’s practically drunk.

I stand up to my full height, towering over her as she smiles up at me, my fingers continuing to tangle through her silky strands.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She nods softly, leaning into my touch. I can’t help but smile down at her, before I blow out a breath and shake my head.

“Fuck. I really shouldn’t have done that,” I say.

Her smile slips away, a frown taking its place.

“Let me guess, this is the part where you say it can never happen again?”

“Fuck no,” I laugh. “We’re gonna do that again, and more, a lot. As long as you’re comfortable with it.”

“Oh,” she smiles, a deep blush settling into her porcelain cheeks.

I lift my free hand up to cup her face, smiling down at her as I speak.

“But, we have to be careful. No one can know anything, for all of our sakes. You understand that, right?”

She nods slowly but doesn’t speak. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead before I whisper against her skin.

“Meet me here tonight. Seven o’clock. I’ll take care of the cameras.”

When I pull away, she’s watching me with a small grin.

“Is it a coincidence that you want me to meet you at the exact time I’m supposed to go on a date?”

“Absolutely not.”