Demise (Gallows Hill, #3)

by Katelyn Taylor

“Exactly. Now shut up. I’m trying to make out with my girlfriend.” “You mean my wife,” Asher snaps. “Tomato, potato,” I say as I press my lips to Skyla’s. She comes to me easily, winding her arms around my neck. I feel her hips begin to grind against me, and I moan into her mouth. My balls are already so fucking blue they feel ready to fall off. My hands slip beneath her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before I toss it to the side. The bra she is wearing is one of those front clasp ones, perfectly convenient in a time like this. I pinch the clasp between my fingers, her breasts springing free in my face. Fucking heaven. I cup one of her breasts in my hand, closing my mouth around her nipple as she lets out a moan and drops her head backwards. My tongue swirls around her nipple, my teeth nipping at it as Asher curses from the front seat.

I release Skyla’s nipple with a pop before I tap the side of her ass. “Turn around, babygirl. Slide those pants down and face Ash.” She does as I say quickly, kicking off her shoes before sliding her leggings off and to the side of the car. I pull my cock out, grabbing her silk thong and yanking it to the side before I rub the head of my cock through her. She takes in a sharp inhale through her teeth, and I look over her shoulder to see Asher staring more often in the rearview mirror than the road. “Eyes on the road, big boy,” I laugh as I sink myself into her. We both let out simultaneous moans that has Asher whipping the car over to the shoulder. Horns honk and brakes screech across the road before the car is thrown into park, and Asher is spinning around in his seat. Skyla begins bouncing up and down on me, my hands cupping her tits as she does. My thumbs play with her nipples, rubbing and pulling on them when Asher steals the right one from me, pulling it into his mouth. “Oh, my God,” Skyla moans. “Yeah, suck on her titty, Ash. Help me make our girl feel good,” I encourage. He moans around her, his hand reaching inside his pants to free his own cock. I watch with rapt attention as he begins stroking himself, his eyes closed as he licks and sucks Skyla. Goddamnit, they are so fucking hot. How did I get this lucky? To have Skyla is already a blessing from above, but to have them both? Luckiest bastard to ever live. Just looking at Ash’s cock again has my mouth watering, ...

then, just like he can’t now. He wants me, and I’ve wanted him for longer than I realized. I really never thought I’d see the day. The lines were always so clear in my head. I was never interested in men romantically; then again, I wasn’t really interested in women romantically, either. Ash is different, though. He’s just…Asher. I love the guy, of course, we’ve been best friends since birth, but it’s more than that. I care about him. I want to see him happy, taken care of, pleasured. I want him in every shade under the sun and moon, just like I want Skyla. Once I figured that out, that’s when I knew I was well and truly fucked for my best friend. Skyla’s pussy contracts around me, and it has my head dropping back to the headrest. “Goddamn, babygirl. Your pretty little pussy hugs me so good. Such a tight little thing.” “Uh huh,” she groans, one hand wrapping around my neck while the other cups the back of Asher’s head. Smashed together between us, properly worshipped the way she deserves to be. See? A Skyla sandwich. Asher releases her nipple, his eyes drunk with lust as he jerks his cock, his eyes on the both of us before they drop. He watches my cock slide in and out of Skyla b...

“Holy fucking shit!” Skyla gasps as she watches him, lust and shock on her face. “Do you like that, Ash?” His eyes flick up to her, his mouth stuffed full of my cock as he nods slowly. “How does it taste? My pussy all over Liam’s cock?” Skyla asks, forcing my cock to twitch in Asher’s mouth before he slowly pulls up to speak. “Like my two favorite flavors combined in one,” he says before crushing his lips to Skyla.

“Vincent Griggs,” I say as I smile against his back. My hands trail up, resting just over his heart as I continue. “Forever my protector.” His hand covers my own, and he squeezes it gently. “In this life and the next,” he promises, his words hitting me square in the chest.

Asher flips him off in response before he digs into his wallet and hands me a black card. I furrow my brows before grabbing it. The name Skyla Putnam is printed across the front. I look up at him and smirk. “Just couldn’t help yourself?” I tease. “You’re my wife; it’s my responsibility to take care of you.” “Yeah?” I ask. He nods as he closes the distance between us. His thumb and forefinger grip my chin, forcing my face to meet his as he places a quick peck against my lips. “And I like it.” “What a coincidence, I like spending your money, too!” Liam says. “Any chance you got a black card in that wallet for me? I’ll put out, I swear.” “No one in this room doubts that for a second,” Ronan deadpans. Liam gives him a wicked grin as Wesley claps his hands together.

“Oh, we’ll make it fit, princess.”

“If it’s too much, we’ll stop, babygirl,” Liam says softly. I inhale and exhale several times before I shake my head. “Just go slow.” Asher does as I ask, him and Liam slowly lifting their hips at the same time before lowering them again. It takes several minutes before it doesn’t feel like I’m being ripped in two, and once I can relax a little bit, Vincent begins to move again. “Oh my god,” I moan, this unfamiliar feeling filling me from my head to my toes. “Fuck, Ash. Your cock feels so good against mine,” Liam moans, dropping his head back against Asher’s shoulder. “Of course it does, baby. You and me together wrapped up inside our girl. It doesn’t get better than this,” Asher agrees before he lowers his voice. “You two are everything to me, you know that?” he says to me before looking at Liam, placing a kiss against his neck. Liam moans and nods, his voice matching the same tone. “I love you,” he admits. “I love both of you so fucking much.” My eyebrows raise, and I feel Asher’s thrusts falter out of rhythm before they pick up again. “I love you too, baby. Both of you,” he says as his eyes come back to me, full of devotion.

“Goddamnit! Fuck!” he curses as his cock begins throbbing inside of me, his hot cum coating me as he falls apart. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Liam says as he tries to keep it together. Asher nips his earlobe as he whispers to him. “It’s okay, fall apart for me. Fall apart for us.”

“I’ll take care of this mess, princess,” he says before he runs his tongue through me slowly. Instead of licking me up like he normally would, he’s pushing it back in, tongue fucking the mixture of Liam and his own cum deeper and deeper into me. “Ash,” I moan. “What are you doing?” “With any luck, pushing this cum so deep in your cunt you’ll have no choice but to give us a baby.” “I’m on birth control,” I laugh as my laughter turns to a moan. “Doesn’t hurt to try,” he murmurs against my thigh before doubling his efforts. “Shit, now that’s a sight I want forever burned in my mind,” Liam says as he licks his lips. “My man licking and pushing my cum back into my woman.” “Don’t forget his own cum too,” Wesley adds. “Even fucking better,” Liam agrees.

“Just go. Please. I can’t be in there, smiling like I’m alright. Watching her dig her fucking claws into you, kissing her. Do you have any idea what that did to me?” she chokes out, clearly holding back a sob as she does. I swallow roughly, my hands aching to reach for her. “I’m sorry, baby. I never want to hurt you. We all have a part to play here. Trust me, I’d rather spend any amount of time with anyone else. She’s vile and conniving and—” “Your future wife. You’ll be married soon and have vile and conniving babies,” she finishes. I grimace at that and shake my head. “I don’t want that,” I say lowly. “You don’t have a choice, though, right? ‘We all have a part to play,’” she says, using air quotes as she does. “If I could do something, anything, you know I would, right?” I ask. She’s silent, and it fills me with an insurmountable level of panic. “Baby,” I say as I reach for her hand, gripping it like she’ll be ripped away from me any minute. “Please, believe me.” “I believe you,” she says, her voice soft and thick with tears. “It doesn’t change anything, though. I’ve lost you, and I…I just…I—” A growl tears through my chest, anger and pain mixing inside me as I yank her over to me. She barely has enough time to catch herself, her legs forced to straddle me as my hand goes up her dress, bunching it up around her hips. “Ronan,” she gasps as I pull my cock out through my slacks and push her panties to the side before sliding into her.

Her moan is louder than it should be, but I thrust into her deeper, craving another. “Ohhh,” she shouts, as I do it again and again, savagely fucking her as rough as I can. “You haven’t lost me. I haven’t lost you. You can’t quit me, baby. You understand? You’re mine, and I’m yours. We will never not belong to one another, okay?” I punctuate with another sharp thrust. “Fuckkk,” she moans. “She doesn’t mean shit. You’re everything, Skyla, absolutely fucking everything,” I groan as her pussy pulses around me. “I hate her,” she cries, a tear rolling down her cheeks as she bounces on my cock. “Me too, baby. Me too.” “You’re mine. She can’t have you,” she moans as her eyes come to mine. “She never will,” I promise. “Not in a way that counts. Not in the way you do.” She nods her head, milking the cum out of me with her groans and whimpers. “Fuck, baby. Ride daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love daddy.” “So much,” she mutters. “I know. I love you, baby. Forever.”

“Asher and I are going to leave. I know that you don’t love her, but I can’t pretend to sit back and smile and be happy for you. Even for show.”

I’m going to go back in there and pretend that everything is alright, let alone marry a woman that I can’t fucking stand, knowing that it’s breaking the only person that means anything to me in this life.

Suddenly, his gaze becomes a little more serious as his fingers intertwine with my own. “I know our relationship is unconventional, and you’re obviously in a different place with each of them than you are with me, and I don’t care, but I…I love you,” he says, forcing my heart to do a cartwheel, back flip, and beat out of my chest all at once. “I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Each day spent with you, that love has grown more and more; all I see is you, all I breathe is you. You’re my entire fucking world. Nothing matters but you, and I hope you’ll let me prove it every day for the rest of our lives because I can’t picture a life without you.” He lets out a short breath and shakes his head as his eyes come back to me. “I’ve made mistakes, big ones. But even through all the mistakes in my past and all the mistakes I’ll no doubt make in the future, I’ll never stop loving you.”

“You’re getting married, aren’t you?” I hesitate for a moment before looking at her. Her eyes are glimmering as she gives me a watery smile. All I find myself capable of doing is nodding once. Skyla flattens her mouth and nods as she faces forward once more. “To Maryia?” she guesses. “Yeah,” I say, hurt and anguish warring inside of me as I do. She swallows roughly before facing me. “She’s really pretty, and kind. You could do worse,” Skyla says with a smile that couldn’t be any more strained if she tried. “I could do a hell of a lot better, too,” I say, cupping her face in my hands as I begin swiping away her tears. A pitiful cry escapes her as she shrugs. “We knew it was coming.” “I’m so sorry, babygirl. I tried to fight it. I…” I break off because what the fuck am I supposed to say? There is nothing to say. “It’s okay,” she says. “I just…maybe we could talk to her? See what her expectations are for the marriage. I mean she’s with Maggie—” “And I’m with you,” I say, finishing her sentence, or at least I hope that’s what she was going to say. “We will figure it out, all of us, together.” Skyla nods. “Do you have a ring yet?”

“Yeah. It’s a family heirloom.” “Can I see it?” I frown but reach into my pocket, where the velvet box still rests. Pulling it out, I hand it to Skyla. She pauses for a moment before popping it open. Her breath catches softly and I don’t blame her. It’s a three carat sapphire surrounded by forty diamonds. My great great great grandfather gave it to his first wife because sapphires were her favorite. It’s been passed down every generation since then. “It’s beautiful,” Skyla whispers. “I’m sure she is going to love it.” I can’t help but sneer, shaking my head as I slide off the car. I turn around, grabbing Skyla’s feet and dragging her to the edge of the hood. Snatching the box out of her hand, I shake my head. “Liam, what’s—” I cut her off by dropping to one knee, holding her hand in mine as I hold the box in my other. “Skyla, I don’t give a fuck if someone loves it. I want you to love it. There is no one in the world I want to see wear this ring but you. It’s belonged to you from the moment I set my eyes on you.” “Liam,” she says, her voice raspy and tears brimming her beautiful green eyes. I slide the ring onto her finger, resting it just above her wedding ring from Asher. It looks good beside it, a little untraditional, but it’s perfect for her. “I’m not even going to ask you to marry me if the circumstances were different. You don’t get a choice, babygirl. We are endgame. Who gives a fuck what a piece of paper says. I am yours, right here,”

I say as I take her hand, covering my heart with it as I look up at her. “Forever.” A tear falls as her mouth lifts into a smile before she drags me to her, pressing her lips to mine. Our kiss is hurried and frantic, like we can’t show each other how much we love one another fast enough. “I love you, babygirl,” I say in between kisses. “I know,” she says. “I love you too.” “I know.” I nod as I pull away, grippi...

A sob rips through me as Asher holds me closer, hushing me softly. “I know you’re hurting, princess, but people are staring. We have to keep it together. Can you be my brave girl?” he whispers. “What’s the point?” I choke out, attempting to keep my voice soft. “He’s gone. Nothing more can happen to him!” “But it can to you. He lived and breathed you. If he knew that his death caused yours, he’d never forgive himself.”