Page 16 of Descent

“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.”

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