Deceit (Gallows Hill #1)

36. Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Five

Skyla

L iam is on babysitting duty today, and I texted Ronan to ask him to meet us back at my room. It was obvious that Liam could tell something was up, I’ve hardly spoken all day. The guilt of last night has been eating at me, and I honestly have no one to blame but myself.

I’ve never done any of this before, and I already know I’m messing it all up. Honestly, Asher is right. I’m being a fucking whore. Maybe, if I would have been allowed to have a boyfriend or two growing up, I wouldn’t be falling on my face for every man that shows me attention.

Okay, that’s harsh. It hasn’t been every man, but still. Three men, two of which are my boyfriends, one of which wants to be and none of which are my fiancé. It’s fair to say I’m a little whorish.

When the sound of the lock whirs and the door is pushed open, I look up from where I’m sitting on my bed to see Ronan step inside. Concern is etched across his face, a look mirroring Liam’s. They are both standing in front of me, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

“What’s going on?” Ronan asks me before turning to face Liam.

He shrugs his shoulders helplessly, but doesn’t speak as both of their eyes land on me.

“I need to talk to you guys about something and I really don’t want to,” I laugh bitterly, before shaking my head.

I decide there is no gentle way to tell them that I basically cheated on them last night, so I decide to just spit out.

“Vincent and I kissed again. And I sat in his lap and…he made me come.”

My heart is jackhammering in my chest as I wait for them to explode, to come unglued. I wait for them to call me every name in the book before slamming the door in my face.

“That’s it?” Liam asks.

I frown.

“Well, yeah…I figured you would be furious.”

Liam shakes his head as he crouches down in front of me, taking my hand in his and pressing it against his chest. I feel his heart beating so hard it’s about to break free of his chest.

“Babygirl, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to break up with us or something.”

“Never!” I say with a shake of my head. “Alhough, I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted it to be over. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I just—”

“You like him,” Ronan inserts.

My eyes come to him and I see that he is standing in the same place, still as a statue and a frown across his beautiful face.

“I-I do. Not in the same way I feel for you two,” I say, glancing at Liam before looking back up to Ronan. “But I do…and I’m so sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry,” Liam says. “I’ve been waiting for this since I found you guys together that first morning. It was obvious he made you feel safe, and I’ve never seen him down bad for anyone before you. I’m cool with it, babygirl, but maybe three boyfriends will be enough?” he says with a teasing smirk.

My gaze comes up to Ronan, a softer expression as he nods.

“He treats you well?”

“He’s done nothing but protect and look after me,” I shrug nervously.

“You know what I’ve said. I’ll share you with whoever you need, as long as I get an equal piece of your heart.”

I’m not sure what to think or do at this moment, so I just stare. When neither of them speak, my mind begins to race even faster.

“So…that’s it? You’re just okay with it? Okay with Vincent and I having a relationship as well?”

“If he makes you happy then I’ll tolerate him, for you,” Ronan answers with a simple nod.

My eyes come to Liam who throws his hands up in defense.

“Don’t look at me for the jealous boyfriend thing, you won’t find it. I think it’s hot as fuck and we needed a third guy anyways.”

“Why?” I ask with furrowed brows.

“Because we were a throuple, now it’s a full blown harem. I can’t wait for us to all have sexy time together,” Liam says with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Ronan smacks the back of his head and curses.

“We’re her boyfriends, not yours.”

“You say that now,” Liam winks, in a way that doesn’t seem to impress Ronan but certainly has filthy fantasies running through my mind. Why does the thought of my boyfriends being boyfriends sound so hot?

“Try your luck with Griggs, I’m all pussy,” Ronan says, as he closes the distance between us, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.

My heart clenches and butterflies fill me, when he pulls back and looks into my eyes.

“So, are we…okay?” I ask.

“Fucking perfect, baby,” he says, before practically shoving Liam to the floor.

He falls on his ass but quickly scrambles to his feet as Ronan covers my body with his, peppering my face and neck with kisses.

“Hey! You have to share,” Liam pouts like a toddler, forcing a chuckle out of me as Ronan grumbles under his breath.

He rolls over onto his back but pulls me with him. His hands snake beneath my skirt, pushing it up and over my hips before pulling my panties to the side.

“Mmm there is my wet little pussy. I’ve missed you,” he says as his hands grip my upper thighs, dragging me up to his face before his mouth latches onto my clit.

I let out a surprised gasp as he forces me to sit on his face. His tongue flicks against my clit several times before drawing a lazy line through my pussy. My hand reaches down, digging into his hair as I force him closer to me.

Fuck, that feels way too good.

“Holy shit. Is this how hot it was when you watched her ride my face?” Liam groans and I look over to see his pants already around his ankles, that pretty decorated cock being stroked by his hand.

Ronan lifts me off his face for a moment as he growls.

“Fucking hotter. She was totally naked when she rode your face.”

“Well, we can solve that,” Liam says as he lets go of his cock, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head.

With a single flick of his other hand, he unclasps my bra, forcing my breasts to spill free. Ronan’s eyes collide with my own, his mouth still eating me like a starved man as one of his hands comes up to cup my right breast. Liam reaches over and grabs the left as he continues stroking his cock again. Leaning down, Liam presses his lips to mine, his fingers flicking against my nipple as his tongue twirls with my own.

The stimulation is overwhelming, and yet I’m desperate for more at the same time. Ronan flattens out his tongue and runs it through me, forcing a moan to escape me as Liam smiles against my lips.

“Feel good, babygirl?” he murmurs.

I let out a breathy nod as he takes a step away, pressing his cock against my lips.

“Open.”

I do as he says as he pushes his cock into my mouth, going all the way until he bottoms out in my throat. I gag around him but breathe through my nose to keep my composure.

“Fuck yes,” Liam grits through clenched teeth. “You know I love it when you choke on me.”

His hips pull out before thrusting into me again and again. Ronan increases his efforts as I feel one of his hands slide between us, going to his cock where he begins stroking himself. Liam pulls back for a moment, forcing my head to the side as he pushes me back.

“Be a good girl and spit on Ronan’s cock, baby.”

I gather up all of the saliva in my mouth and spit onto Ronan’s tip, forcing him to groan in appreciation as his hand grips his cock tightly. I watch in fascination as he begins jerking his cock faster and faster, before Liam buries his fingers into my hair and drags me back to him.

“All the way, babygirl,” he says, as he pushes himself back down my throat.

Somehow we seem to find a rhythm that suits us all perfectly. Me sucking Liam while he face fucks me and Ronan eating my pussy while he strokes himself. All that can be heard is the sloppy sounds of Ronan and my mouths and Liam’s pleasure fueled moans.

I feel Liam’s cock begin to throb in my throat and that familiar building feeling in my lower stomach. One more swipe of Ronan’s tongue against my clit, and I’m a goner. I scream out my release, muffled by Liam’s cock stuffed in my mouth as my pussy spasms and pulses, leaking my release all over Ronan’s face. His tongue greedily laps up all I have to give him, and Liam lets out a savage curse as his cock swells, his hot cum running right down my throat.

I do my best to swallow it all, sucking him a little harder to get that much more out of him. I feel Ronan tense beneath me, his own muffled groan shaking the walls of the room as he finds his release.

We all attempt to catch our breaths as Liam slowly pulls away from me, caressing my jaw in a loving way, as he bends down and presses a sweet kiss to my lips before moving to the bathroom. The sound of the shower echoes through the room before Liam is back, shirt and pants now discarded as he offers me his hand.

Carefully, I climb off Ronan and watch as he pulls his clothes off with one hand as Liam offers him a washcloth. He dips his head in thanks, as he quickly cleans himself up before getting undressed as well.

“What are we doing now?” I ask as Liam does the zipper of my skirt, pulling it and my panties to the floor before guiding me to the bathroom.

All three of us step into the warm water, sandwiching me in the middle, with Liam in front of me and Ronan behind me. Liam’s hands rest on the small of my waist, while Ronan’s settle on my hips.

“Now,” Ronan says, “We worship you.”

Was what we did not worship? Because that’s what it felt like to me. Maybe I’m wrong, because when Liam’s mouth captures my own at the same time Ronan’s comes to my neck, I understand what the word truly means.

Together, their mouths and hands touch every inch of me, washing my hair and my body, turning my head back and forth to share kisses between the two. All I can do is keep myself upright at this point, they are handling everything else, turning me into a giant pile of pliable goo.

Once our shower is over, Liam dries me off while Ronan grabs my favorite pajamas for me. The boys just slide on their boxers, before Ronan climbs into my bed first, followed by me and then Liam. It’s not even close to nighttime, but that doesn’t stop me from crashing hard, cuddled between my boyfriends. God, I really should be ashamed of that statement, but ask me if I care.

I’m woken up by a loud pounding sound. I jolt awake at the same time as Ronan, while Liam, per usual, is dead to the world. In the next moment, Vincent blows into the room, pausing in his steps only for a moment before he shuts the door behind him.

The blankets are covering us, but it’s very easy to tell that we are naked under here. Vincent has basically seen me naked, but there is something in me that suddenly feels shy. I give him a nervous smile as he stares at me blankly.

My smile begins to fade, anger clearly etching into his features when he closes the distance between us, leaning over Liam to cup the back of my neck and bring his lips to mine. It’s a reassuring kiss, one that tells me he isn’t mad about what he walked into, at least I assume that’s what it means.

“They know about us, I take it?” Vincent asks, as he pulls back just an inch from my face.

“Yeah, we know. Welcome to the club. We’re gonna get t-shirts,” Liam yawns.

Vincent rolls his eyes, but doesn’t respond as he looks straight into my soul.

“We have a problem, Siren.”

I frown.

“What happened?” Ronan asks.

Vincent presses his lips against mine one more time, this time in a harsher way, one that almost feels like punishment before he takes a step back and stands up.

“I was just…mingling and overheard an interesting piece of information,” he says, as his eyes come to me before moving to Liam and Ronan. “Apparently, the ceremony of Asher and Skyla’s union has been moved up.”

“What?” Ronan asks, the single word as sharp as a dagger.

“October 31st is what I hear,” Vincent says to him before looking down at me again. “Care to elaborate on that, Siren?”

I grimace and nod my head.

“Yep. That’s what the dinner at Christopher’s was about. He knows about Asher whoring around campus and the hazing shit he did to me. He told him that he had to respect me from here on out, and that our ceremony would be moved up. We’re still having the wedding, but I assume we are going to the courthouse or something to make it official, on Halloween of all days. Ridiculous, right?”

Everyone is silent, all sharing heavy looks between each other, but not bothering to share whatever they are thinking out loud. I look over to see Liam’s brows practically knitted together, Vincent’s eyes dark and hostile, while Ronan is fuming mad beside me.

“That’s less than a month away. We need more time,” he says more to himself.

“She’s out of time. Preparations are being made. You and I both know exactly why he chose that day,” Vincent says to Ronan.

“Wait, why?” I ask.

No one speaks and it pisses me off.

“Okay, that’s it. One of you needs to start talking, immediately!”

“Babygirl, we want to…we just…can’t.”

“Yes you can. It’s called communication, Liam.”

“It’s called sacred secrets, Siren,” Vincent says.

I frown, looking at all of them desperately before my eyes stop on Ronan. He’s staring at the ceiling before slowly turning his head to me.

“What do you know about the Salem witch trials?”