Page 73 of Demise

Chapter Twenty Four

Skyla

When I get out of bed the next morning, I think I’m the first one up. Well, except for Wesley. I swear he’s almost as bad as Vincent. He texted me sweet dreams last night at two in the morning and good morning at four. He said that he’d be home soon, and I hope so, because I miss my broody overprotective psychopath.

Wesley is working on his laptop at the kitchen island, a cup of coffee beside him when he looks up at me, smiles and closes his laptop.

“Morning, little one.”

“Morning,” I say as I slide into his lap. “Whatcha doing?”

“Just looking over some surveillance footage for a friend.”

I raise a brow at him. “What kind of friend?”

“The paying kind.” He smirks.

Letting out a chuckle, I laugh and nod.

“What are you doing up this early?”

I shrug. “Couldn’t sleep. Was thinking of going to the pool. I haven’t been in a while.”

“That will be good for you. Want me to drive?”

“If it’s not too much trouble?” I ask with a shy smile.

He kisses my temple and nods.

“No trouble at all. I’m happy to. Besides, I hear road head is excellent this time of the day.”

I stand up and push his shoulder, shaking my head as I walk away. I slip into my room, grabbing my outfit for the day as well as all of my swim stuff before throwing it into a duffel bag. When I come back down, Wesley is ready and waiting by the door. He opens the door for me before ushering me out to the car.

Wesley tells me a ridiculous story about when he was getting road head in high school, and the girl’s braces got caught on his pubes. Suffice it to say they were lucky he didn’t crash.

When we get to the university, he sneaks a quick kiss before getting the door for me, waiting until I step inside the building before he drives off. As soon as I step inside the building, the smell of chlorine permeates my senses, and I feel at peace. I don’t know why I haven’t come here in so long. Maybe between being forcefully married or, more accurately, raped, stalked, and kidnapped while juggling five boyfriends, I just haven’t had enough time.

As soon as I push through those doors, it’s like I never left. I’m not shocked to find the school’s resident swimming God. Ronan’s arms stretch out as he cuts through the water, his shoulders like boulders of muscle propelling him forward.

I smile as I step inside, taking a seat at the edge of the pool as he comes up to the end. He must be able to sense someone is here, though, because his head pops up and looks straight at me. Lifting his goggles up, he wipes at his face before grinning.

“Good morning, beautiful. Just what do you think you’re doing in my pool?”

“Well, I heard that you give private lessons. I could really use the one-on-one time,” I say with mock seriousness.

“Oh really?” he feigns. “Well, you’re in luck. My six AM appointment cancelled. Ready to start now?”

“Born ready.” I tease with a smile. “I’ll just go change.”

“No need,” he says. “I like to get nice and familiar with my swimmer’s bodies,” he says before dragging me into the water.

My pajama pants and sleep shirt are soaked instantly as my head slips underwater for a moment. When I push to the surface, I splash him, wiping the chlorine from my eyes.

“What the hell, Ronan?” I sputter as I look at him.

He just grins at me and pins me against the wall, his hand bunching up the waistband of my pants before pulling them down. They float away as Ronan lifts my tank top, freeing my breasts as his hand comes to palm one, his thumb rubbing against my nipple.

“There we go,” he grumbles. “That’s much better.”

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