Deceit (Gallows Hill #1)

30. Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Twenty Nine

Liam

“ W ell, hey there, hot stuff,” I smirk into the camera.

Ronan’s face goes from a dopey love struck smile, to irritation in half a second when he realizes that it’s just me.

“Why the fuck didn’t I assume that as soon as I left town, you’d swoop in and monopolize my girl?” he gripes.

“Our girl,” I correct. “And to be fair, Asher has been the one monopolizing her all night. I just got her and you’re interrupting sooo.”

Ronan scoffs as he calls out for her.

“Baby, is this little shit head bothering you?”

“He’s fine,” she giggles sweetly. “But I do need to take a shower.”

“And I was just about to help her with that,” I add on.

“The fuck you are,” Ronan snaps.

I roll my eyes at him.

“Now, now, Ronan. That’s not very good sharing,” I chastise, doing my best to hold in my laughter as his irritation builds.

“Liam,” Skyla asks, in that tone that brings me to my fucking knees.

“Yes, babygirl?”

“Can you please step out into the room?”

She asks with such a pretty smile there is no way I could deny her, but I do pout the entire way, taking the phone with me as I do.

“She’s kicking us out,” I complain, as I close the bathroom door behind me.

“Technically, she just kicked you out.”

“If I don’t get sexy shower time, neither do you,” I huff, as I flop back onto her bed, resting one of my arms behind my head as I hold the phone with the other.

“So, how did tonight go?” Ronan asks.

My eyes darting over to the bathroom door before coming back to him.

“With my stuff or hers?”

“Both.”

“Mine is fine. I need Asher to pull his head out of his ass and lift his weight, so we have at least something to present to the Elders next week. She literally just walked in the door, though, so I’m not sure on her end. She looked sad when she walked in the door, but I haven’t had time to pry.”

“Well, pry away and then let me know what she says.”

“Shouldn’t you be a good and patient boyfriend and ask her yourself?” I say.

“I am a good boyfriend, not a patient one. Not when it comes to my brother.”

I nod my head. “Agreed. I’ll talk to her.”

“Or Asher,” Ronan suggests, forcing me to choke out a laugh.

“You’re joking, right? We’ve hardly made eye contact since the other night, let alone talked. I tell you what, man. For a guy that claims to hate his fiancée, he sure is possessive over her.”

Ronan scoffs. “He sees her like a possession, a prize he’s earned, and his best friend is holding it before he’s even had a chance. You can’t really blame him.”

“Yeah, well wait until he finds out his uncle licked it first, I mean held,” I say, with a forced smile.

He scowls at that. “Yeah, can’t imagine that’s going to go over too well.”

“Nope,” I say, popping the p when the bathroom door opens and Skyla steps out in nothing but a towel.

I feel myself practically swallow my tongue as I watch her timidly scurry her way over to her dresser.

“Fuck, babygirl. You should wear that all the time.”

“I’m only wearing a towel,” she frowns.

“I know,” I wink. “Ronan, look how sexy our girl is,” I say, as I turn the phone to face her.

She takes a few steps forward and waves shyly, her wet hair falling against her bronze shoulders.

“Hi.”

“Hi, baby. You look so fucking beautiful.”

I stand up, moving over to her dresser that is across from her bed and prop her phone up.

“Because I’m super good at sharing, give us a spin, babygirl. Show Ronan the full effect of what he’s missing out on right now.”

She looks between the phone and me shyly as Ronan nods encouragingly before she takes my outstretched hand. I raise it above her head and twirl her in place, her towel unfortunately staying put as she does.

“You’re perfect,” Ronan whispers, causing Skyla to blush.

“Thank you.”

“What do you think, babygirl? Think we should give Coach a little show?”

She looks between Ronan and I several times before she slowly drops her towel. My mouth parts in surprise and when I look at Ronan, he’s wearing a similar expression. Fuck yes!

I wrap my arm around her waist lifting her up and over my shoulder before I take her down to her bed. We land with a bounce, and she giggles as I begin covering her body with kisses. Holy shit could she be any more perfect? Her skin is smooth like silk, not a single imperfection. Her breasts are just the right size, perky with nipples the softest shade of pink and her pussy is easily the eighth wonder of the world.

“Move fucker, I don’t want to see you. I want to see her,” Ronan barks through the phone.

An amused chuckle bellows from me as I lift myself off Skyla and onto my back. I reach for her hips and drag her over to me, forcing her to straddle me.

“Ride my face, babygirl,” I say, as I grip each hip in my hand.

“What?” she asks, as she looks down at me.

“Sit on my face,” I smile, as I attempt to pull her down to me.

“No way, I’ll crush you!”

“If I die, I die. Ronan, you’ll make sure to tell everyone I died a legend at my funeral, right?”

“You got it,” he chuckles.

“It’s settled,” I say, before yanking her down onto me.

She loses her balance and has no choice but to fall onto my face. Fucking hell. This is one thousand percent the closest I’ll ever get to heaven and fuck if I’m not going to enjoy every single fucking second.

I feel her try to lift her weight off me, but I wrap an arm around her waist, pinning her into place as my tongue begins running through her pussy. She lets out a breathy gasp that has my cock instantly hard as a steel fucking pipe. Her plump ass is resting on my head, and I honestly feel like a kid in a candy store. I want to lick, suck and fuck every single inch of her. Unfortunately, that last one is off the table, so the first two will have to do.

“Oh my god!” Skyla gasps, as one of her hands reaches for the wall in an attempt to balance herself.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful like this. Does that feel good?” Ronan asks.

“Uh huh,” she pants, as I run my tongue from her clit to her asshole.

She tenses up at first, but the more I lick her the more relaxed she gets.

“What’s he doing, baby? Is he eating your pussy?” Ronan asks, as the sound of a zipper being undone comes through the phone.

“N-no.”

“No?” he questions before a lighter tone takes over his voice. “Is he eating that delectable ass, baby?”

“Y-yeah,” she answers, as she squirms on my face.

“Do you like it?” Ronan continues.

“I think so,” she groans, pressing herself against me, harder this time.

I smirk against her soft flesh. Oh, she fucking likes it, alright.

“Can I touch you?” Skyla asks, assumingly talking to me.

I lift her off of me just an inch or two so I can talk.

“Babygirl, you never have to ask. The answer is always going to be a fuck yes.”

I lower her back down and continue dining on my girl as I feel her begin to push down my sweats. I lift my hips up, helping her push them down until they are to my knees.

In the next second, she gasps and Ronan curses.

“Jesus Christ, how many fucking piercings do you have?”

“Eight,” I murmur against Skyla’s pussy.

“Eight?! Didn’t that hurt?” she squeals.

I nod my head, but continue eating her, not willing to waste any more time talking. I feel her hesitation and honestly, she doesn’t have to do anything. I’m more than happy to have my girl sitting on my face until the end of time. Out of nowhere, though, I feel her hand wrap around my shaft, causing a rush of pleasure to run up my spine.

Carefully, she drags her hand up my cock, rubbing my precum across the tip before going back down again.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she says softly.

I shake my head, trying to tell her that she couldn’t possibly do that. I mean, she could but I’d take any pain she’d give me as a blessing. I want anything she is willing to give me.

“Nice and slow strokes, baby,” Ronan guides.

She begins doing as he says and my cock twitches in her hand from it.

“Just like that. Good girl,” he praises. “Now, I want you to wrap those pretty little lips around his head. Just like you do for me, okay?”

“Okay,” she says, a twinge of nervousness beneath her words, as I feel her warm mouth suck my tip in.

My eyes roll back into my fucking head as her tongue twirls around me, forcing me to groan against her pussy lips as I flick my tongue faster against her clit. She lets out a moan of her own as she slowly starts taking me deeper and deeper.

“That’s a good girl. You’re taking his cock fucking beautifully. Go a little deeper, you can do it. There you go,” Ronan encourages, his voice becoming more strained by the second.

I can’t see him, but he’d have to be insane not to jerk off to us. We’re hot as fuck together.

Slowly, Skyla pushes herself deeper and deeper until she’s practically taking all of me. I’m already so fucking close, because this goddess is just too perfect not to nut immediately. Her tongue runs along my piercings in a perfect stroke that has my vision blurring. I pinch her clit with my teeth as euphoria slams into me. I feel my cock throb before I shoot my load down her throat.

She groans around my cock, either out of pain from my little love bite or pleasure, not too sure. Maybe it’s both because just as I’m coming down from my orgasm, she’s soaking my tongue. I lap up every drop of her as she pulls herself off my cock and begins screaming her release. She moans and groans, grinding her pussy into me as she rides out her orgasm. I’m desperate to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her, and I hear Ronan follow closely behind us with a feral sounding growl and a chant of ‘fuck’ over and over again.

The room is silent for a few moments before Skyla slowly eases off my face and I sit up, hair mussed, face covered in my girl’s juices and a winning smile on my face.

“Fuck, Ronan. You should call more often.”

He scoffs and flips me off, while Skyla giggles and pushes my shoulder.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you,” Ronan says to Skyla, but I can’t help but fuck with him as I bounce up from the bed, pulling my pants back up as I do.

“Aw, thanks, daddy. Well, it’s been fun but I gotta snuggle with my girl. Byeeee,” I say as I hang up the phone, only barely hearing him say something about me being a little fucker.

Turning to face Skyla, she’s watching me with a tired smile and a shake of her head.

“That wasn’t very nice, Liam.”

Dropping onto the bed beside her, I look up at her and smile.

“I’m not a very nice man, Skyla.”

“Yes you are,” she says, with that same smile and a shake of her head.

“I love that you think that,” I say genuinely, as I reach up and brush her hair out of her face. She sinks into my touch and somehow, that gesture alone feels even better than the orgasm I just had.

Okay, no it doesn’t. I think that was the best orgasm of my life, but still.

I scooch up to the top of the bed, laying on the edge as I lift up my arm for her in invitation. She smiles, standing up before grabbing a black silk nightgown from her closet. I pout that she’s not rubbing her naked body against me as she lays in my arms, but when I feel her press a soft kiss to my chest, I guess I can live with it.

Reaching for the remote, I begin scrolling through shows before I give her an option between a horror movie or a romantic comedy. To my surprise, she picks the horror and I turn it on before pulling the blankets over us.

We watch the movie in perfect silence, me running my fingers through her hair and her drawing lazy designs with her fingertip against my skin before she speaks.

“I like you too much, I think.”

I press a kiss to the top of her head as I look down at her, despite her eyes still on the TV.

“Yeah? How come?”

“I don’t know. You didn’t give me much of a choice. I love Ronan but I…”

Her words trail off, and my chest clenches in anticipation before I speak for her.

“I’m falling for you, Skyla. Hard. There is no choice for me anymore. It’s you, babygirl.”

She looks up at me, gem colored eyes full of emotion.

“Really?”

I nod, as I lean down and press my lips to hers.

“Really,” I whisper against her skin.

It feels fucking crazy that I could be this out of my mind for a girl I literally just started dating. I’ve been with plenty of women, had tons of repeats and I never felt a tenth of what I feel for Skyla, with any of them. I knew from the first moment I saw her that she was fucking special, and I know even more in this moment, I’ll never let her go.