Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Liam
“Iwant the green sprinkles!” Jackson snaps at Brooks, who’s currently hogging the highly sought-after green Christmas tree sprinkles.
“Mine!” Brooks shouts, slapping Jackson in the face.
Jackson then turns to Skyla with his mouth wide open and the most desperate-sounding cry. She comes to him instantly, shushing him as Asher picks Brooks up.
“Not cool, little man. You know we don’t hit.”
I hear Brooks argue with Ash as he carries him down the hall to his room. Ronan went to pick up dinner for all of us, and Wesley is currently helping Ryder, Seraphina and Aries decorate cookies.
Once Skyla has calmed Jackson down, he jumps to the floor and pulls on Aries.
“C’mon—let’s go play!”
Aries looks back at Seraphina and Ryder, who seem perfectly content decorating. When Seraphina looks up, though, her eyes lock on Aries, and she turns to Ryder.
“We can make more later.”
Ryder nods, and the four of them run off together towards the playroom.
“Shit. Jackson! Come back here and wipe your hands, you fucking animal!” Wesley says as he jogs after him.
Skyla sighs, shaking her head as she calls out, “Language, Wes.”
She begins moving the cookie mess to the other counter, clearing off the kitchen island as I come up behind her. I wrap my arms around her waist, resting my hands on her belly as I smile into her neck.
“We both know these kids will be raised by the foulest mouths. Why fight it?”
She huffs out an irritated breath as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Because it’s inappropriate.”
I scoff at that, pressing soft kisses to her neck the way I do whenever I want to get out of trouble with her. Works like a charm.
“Liam,” she grumbles while angling her neck for more kisses.
“Yeah, babygirl?”
“The kitchen is a mess, and we have company.”
My eyes pop open, and I lock gazes with Blake, who’s watching us with a knowing smirk.
“Our company doesn’t seem to mind. She knows the drill: make out when you can, where you can, right?”
Blake nods, lifting her cup of hot chocolate. “Hear, hear.”
“There ya go,” I say as I spin Skyla around, then sink my fingers into the back of her hair to hold her closer as my lips press to hers.
She’s unyielding only for a moment before she softens in my arms, her tongue twirling around my own. I moan into her mouth. Fuck, I’ve been craving this. I love sex, all kinds of sex really, but sometimes nothing beats a good make-out sesh.
My hands move to her thighs before I’m lifting her into the air and onto the kitchen island. Stepping in between her legs, my hands begin to drift when a voice speaks from over my shoulder, scaring the living shit out of me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I yelp, spinning around to see Zayden Graves staring at me with a scowl. Blake moves from her seat, practically throwing herself into his arms. He catches her easily, his gaze never wavering from me as his scowl deepens.
“Did you just fucking screech? Did he screech, angel? Is this really one of the men that’s supposed to look after my family? A screecher?”
Blake smacks his arm, and I shrug.
“You scared me.”
Zayden doesn’t look pacified by that, but I don’t really give a fuck.
“Any reason you’re putting on a fucking porno in front of my wife, Walcott?”
I scoff. “Please, my cock hasn’t even come out yet. This was the start of the show. You’re just in time,” I say with a waggle of my eyebrows.
Zayden shakes his head as his eyes come to Skyla. “Should I fetch one of your other husbands so you can actually be pleased? No doubt the little screecher falls short in that department.”
I don’t take insults well; they always just feel like challenges to me. And in this case, challenge accepted.
“I can please my wife better than you can please yours—that’s a guaran-fucking-tee.”
Zayden laughs. “You’re out of your mind.”
I look at him with a challenging glint. “Prove it.”
Zayden watches me carefully before I push on Skyla’s chest, forcing her to lie flat on her back.
“Liam,” she says.
“Shh, I’m proving a point, babygirl.”
When I turn to look at Zayden, he already has Blake lifted onto the counter, her lying down in a similar position as he reaches for her pants.
“You look at what’s mine, I’ll cut your fucking eyes out,” he snarls.
“Trust me, Graves, the only pussy I’m interested in is right in front of me. You, however…” I say with a salacious grin that has him bristling, but it gives me the perfect advantage to slip Skyla’s leggings and panties down as I go to work.
My tongue runs through her and she lets out a shocked gasp.
I hear a similar one leave Blake in the next moment, but honestly, I’m a little too scared to look and verify.
I don’t doubt that Zayden is crazy enough to stab me in the goddamn neck just for glancing in their direction, so I focus on my wife and getting her off as many times as possible. Truly, my area of expertise.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, nipping and sucking in a way I’ve perfected over the years.
Sky must have been feeling a little built up because it takes virtually no effort to get her first orgasm.
She moans and groans, squirming against the counter.
Unfortunately, the victorious feeling that washes over me fades almost instantly when Blake arrives at her first orgasm. Fuck.
I slide a finger inside Skyla, pushing it in and out of her before adding another and another. She gasps and digs her hand into my hair, pushing my face harder against her. Fuck. I love it when she takes control like this. Wait, no, Liam. Focus.
I curl my fingers up, rubbing against her G-spot, and her pussy spasms around my fingers. In the next second, the sound of Blake’s second orgasm hits the room, and I increase my speed and pressure, causing Skyla to come right along with her.
When Zayden keeps going, Blake practically begs for a break. “Please, Zay. Too much… too fast. I need—”
“One more, angel. Give me one more,” he says.
I can’t help myself—my eyes move to the side to see Zayden already staring at me, that look of challenge in his eyes, but his mouth holds a slight smirk like he knows he’s about to win.
His tongue licks through Blake as he winks at me, and goddamnit, my cock throbs because how fucking hot is this?
Knowing that Sky needs something more to get off, I pull away, pushing my pants down and palming my cock before lining myself up to her.
“How many fucking piercings do you have?” Zayden practically snarls.
“Not enough,” Skyla moans as I sink inside her.
I chuckle as I begin thrusting my hips, victory within reach as Blake and Skyla both begin shaking.
I watch them pat around the island, desperately trying to hold on to anything before their hands intertwine.
My cock throbs again as I push myself against Sky’s G-spot, right on the edge of my own orgasm because how fucking hot is it that I’m fucking my wife as Graves is eating his and our wives are holding hands? That is cutesy shit right there.
I feel Sky about to fall over the edge, and I smirk to Zayden in victory. His eyes meet mine, and the next thing I know, he’s pulling a knife out of his pocket, flicking it open and cutting a line against Blake’s upper thigh.
“What the fuck?” I yelp as she moans.
My jaw is practically on the floor as he digs his fingers into the cut, playing with her blood as he speaks.
“You bleed too good for me, angel. Come on my tongue while my fingers are painted with you.”
Blake begins to tremble before Zayden moves to lick the bleeding cut, his tongue quickly covered in blood.
I know Vincent and Skyla have dabbled with knife play, but I’ve never witnessed it first-hand.
I can’t lie—it’s not for me. This motherfucker is absolutely crazy, and based on how his woman is loving it, she’s just as fucking nuts.
Somehow, the bloody little show beside me isn’t enough to deter my orgasm, and I moan as Blake and Skyla both fall apart simultaneously. They each writhe and wiggle against the countertop as I wring out every ounce of pleasure I can possibly get before collapsing on top of Skyla.
The room is quiet for a moment before I pull away from Skyla and look at Zayden. He’s already watching me, irritation in his expression.
I, however, smirk. “Guess it’s a tie.”
“I could do this all day,” he scoffs.
“Me too, but our girls look like they need a break,” I reply as I look at the absolute puddles they’ve become, chests heaving as they still cling to each other on the kitchen island.
Zayden looks to them, frowning slightly before I speak.
“But you haven’t gotten off yet, and I’m available,” I say with my most charming smile. “With your wife’s permission of course.”
Blake looks at me, interest sparking in her eyes as Zayden drives his fist into my stomach. It knocks the wind out of me, though I can’t help but laugh.
“Keep your goddamn mouth the fuck away from me.”
I smile up at him. “You say that now, but trust me, I give head like no one else.”
Zayden shakes his head as he pulls Blake down from the counter, covering her up as I do the same for Skyla. After I stuff my cock back in my pants of course.
“Where’s Dom?” Blake asks.
“Right here, baby,” he says as he steps through the door alongside Vincent.
Skyla practically shoves me out of the way and runs to Vincent. He holds her tight, burying his head into her hair as he begins speaking softly. I run a hand through my own hair as Dominic hugs Blake before he looks between Zayden and me.
“What did we miss?”
Zayden and I look at each other. There’s a smile playing on his lips that mirrors my own. Then we both shake our heads.
“Nothing,” we say together.
Dominic looks at us for a second longer, like he doesn’t believe us, before the door opens once more.
Ronan steps through with bags upon bags of takeout. “I’m home! Who’s hungry?” he calls out.
“Not me; I’m stuffed,” I say with a smirk.
Zayden looks to me with a smirk. “Me too. Couldn’t eat another bite.”
I cackle at that, clapping him on the shoulder. When he’s not being all uptight and slasher-killer-like, I really dig this crazy fucker.