Page 33 of Black Wedding

Ryleigh:Fuck you.

Freya:Despite the fact that I know you will have already read the above message, eejit here wants me to erase it and tell you she is so pure and well-behaved that she doesn’t even know what alcohol is.

Ryleigh:Fuck you. I am a fucking angel compared to you. Or do you wanna tell him about the blow you did and Big G?

Freya:I’m going to fucking kill you.

Liam:GIRLS!!!

Liam:Please, just chill the fuck out. When will you be here?

Liam:And what the hell is Big G?

Freya:About five minutes, I can see that ugly ass gate.

Ryleigh:It’s not a what; it’s a who.

Liam:I will meet you at the door, do not get out of the car until I am there.

Liam:And we will talk about the drinking, drugs, and Big fucking G when you get here.

“Fuck!”I shout as I spring out of bed, pulling on some nearby boxers and sweatpants.

As soon as she hears my desperate yell, Bree comes charging out of the bathroom. She holds her toothbrush like she might be able to use it as a weapon while wearing only a sexy purple and black lace panty and bra set.

“What is it? Are we in danger?” she asks, scanning our surroundings.

“No, my sisters are at the gate. I need to get down to the entrance before my dad or Evan does. Also, it turns out my teenage sisters have discovered alcohol and drugs in the three months since I last saw them…And someone called Big G,” I say incredulously, hating the idea that my sisters are growing up. It was hard enough to prepare them for puberty or when Finn and I had to go and buy them their first bras, but this is something completely new. I thought they were good girls.

While I have a meltdown trying to find a t-shirt in the bag I bought, Bree runs back into the bathroom and finishes whatever she was doing. She walks back out looking as gorgeous as always. Only now, she is rocking the tightest pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder, giving me a little peek of the fantastic push-up bra she has on under there. She strides over to me, pulls my hand out of the bag before instantly handing me a white t-shirt to go with the grey sweats. I don’t miss the way her eyes appraise my body as she watches me pull the t-shirt on.

“Don’t look at me like that, or I won’t be able to make it downstairs in time,” I threaten with that knowing cocky smirk I know she loves.

“You know, I think any guy looks hot in sweats, but right now, you look good enough to eat,” she purrs as she slides up to me.

Throwing her arms around my neck, her fingers work their way into my hair as she pulls my head down so our lips can touch. Like normal, the kiss starts off sweet, but as soon as our lips touch, it’s as though all thought is erased from my mind and all I want to do is consume her. Her tongue demands access, and obviously, I oblige, but the resulting moan that escapes from us both as our tongues meet brings me to my knees.

A vibration noise comes from the surface next to us and pulls us both out of the little bubble we get into when we are around each other. Like the whole world falls apart, and all I see is Bree. I reluctantly pull away and read my phone before cursing loudly once more.

“What’s wrong?” Bree asks.

“Evan is on his way to the door. Finn is with him and doing his best to put him off. But if Evan knows, then that means so does my father. I need to get down there. But don’t think I will let you get away with getting me all excited with no time to act on it,” I tease. She bites on her lower lip while trying her best to look innocent. It doesn’t help my growing hard-on in the slightest.

“Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to get you all worked up. Oops.” She torments me as she deliberately bends over in front of me to tie her laces.

Her gorgeous, round ass is pushed up in front of me and fuck, it does nothing to help my now very strained cock. She knows she is teasing me when I have no time to give her what she knows we both need, but I can give her a little taster. As soon as my hand connects with the plumpest section of her ass cheek, she releases a little yelp before jumping up and turning to face me. Her hand tries to touch the sore area on her ass, but my hand beats her to it, and I gently caress the place I just spanked.

“What the fuck, Liam?!” she shouts, and I can’t help but laugh.

She may sound annoyed, but I can see the flush in her cheeks and the fire in her eyes. There’s no denying she enjoyed it. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like that, Princess. We both know that if I was to touch you right now, your pussy would be dripping wet. But don’t worry, that spank was just a taster of what is to come later. You have been a naughty girl trying to get me all hot and bothered when you can’t do anything about it. So, later, I will make you so desperate to come you will be begging me. If you are a good girl, I might even let you. Now, come on,” I say before taking hold of her hand and dragging her out of the bedroom, ensuring I close and lock the door behind me.

Kellan has the security cameras hacked, and I have my own sensor that I hooked up above the door as soon as I got here. So I get a notification to my phone every time the door is open, and it immediately activates the cameras we have in the room. They don’t record until they are activated, and I can deactivate them. You can’t be too careful around here. I wouldn’t put it past Desmond to have cameras or recording devices set up in the room so he can monitor us. He may not have looked like it, but he showed me just how scared of Bree he really was yesterday. Now I just need to find out if he is responsible for taking the AK47s, where he is keeping them, and what exactly he is planning. Something tells me straight up asking him will not work, which is why I have my own bugs supplied by Kellan. I just need to work out how to get them into his office.

Bree and I run through the house as I pull her behind me until we reach the front door. We get there just in time because things are starting to kick off. Finn is blocking the front door while Evan attempts to get past him to open it. My mother is standing nearby, just watching the boys fumble and argue like they are teenagers. I am actually impressed with Finn’s strength. He appears to be holding his own against Evan, which definitely would not have been the case before I left. From the way he is ducking and diving before getting the odd push in and blocking everything Evan throws his way, it looks like he has been training in some form of martial arts.

Luckily, we arrive just in time as a booming voice fills the hallway and brings everyone to a standstill. “Stop!” My father’s thundering voice ripples around us, and it’s like he has a controller and presses pause because every one of us stops mid-motion. “Stop fucking about and open that door. I want to see my girls,” he taunts, looking directly at me with a smirk.

After all this time, that fucker still hasn’t realised that he will not be able to touch a single hair on their head for as long as I am breathing. Finn stands out of the way, but looking at me, he makes no move to open the door. He is looking for my confirmation, I give him a slight nod, and he allows Evan to get to the door handle. Evan holds the door open, and my father walks out first. Evan follows him out, as does Finn. My mother remains frozen in place. Bree and I walk over to her.

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