Liar: A Dark College Romance (Hillcrest University Book 6)

by Candace Wondrak

  I used the opportunity to take off my shirt and toss it to the floor. It actually landed in my empty suitcase, go figure. The next thing that came off was my bra, Will’s hazel eyes eating every inch of my body up. Like I was his salvation, the light in his darkness. Like he needed me more than he needed the air in his lungs to breathe.

  Warmth spread anywhere he touched me, jolts of electricity traveling down my spine as I let him caress me. I might’ve let out a sigh of pleasure that was a bit loud, for Declan took off his headphones, said “What,” and glanced over his shoulder at us. His cheeks immediately turned red, only growing redder when Will and I met his warm, tawny stare. “Oh. I didn’t…I could go to the lobby—”

  “Why?” I asked, lifting a single brow. “Stay.” And then I suggested something else: “Watch.” Oh, yeah. I’d put on a good show. A show so good Declan would be dying to join in. If there was ever a chance at a brother sandwich, it was now.

  “I…” It was all Declan could say, because then I rocked along the erection beneath me, causing Will to moan and bend to kiss my neck. Will was more than content to keep going. And, anyways, it wasn’t the first time either brother had watched me with the other. I supposed it was easier to ignore when we were at Will’s place, or when we were at Sawyer’s.

  Here and now? There was hardly anywhere to look that didn’t involve Will and I on the bed. These dorm rooms weren’t that big.

  Will’s mouth moved to my jaw, and then to my mouth, and for a while we were lost in each other. Every so often I made sure to put pressure on him beneath me, and each time I was satisfied when I felt a twitch of his cock. Declan didn’t get up, didn’t leave. He also didn’t move to put his headphones back on.

  Hmm. Maybe he was going to watch.

  But then Declan did something I wasn’t expecting. Even with his cheeks flared up in what I assumed was embarrassment, Declan got to his feet, came over to the bed, sat on the empty edge at the foot of it, and pulled me off Will’s lap, bringing me to his. And then he kissed me perhaps the hardest he ever had.

  All of my thoughts flew out of the window. I didn’t have to try to get Declan involved; he was already here, already touching me, showing me he wanted me. Telling me he needed me, whether his brother was here or not.

  It was…an empowering thing, being wanted by two guys simultaneously. Especially brothers who were willing to share everything. It was also incredibly sexy, ramping up the horny factor by quite a lot.

  Both Will and Declan were on my bed. Will sat at the head, Declan at the base. So far I was the only one who had some clothes off, but I knew that’d change eventually.

  Declan’s mouth tore off mine, his skin an adorable shade of pink as his eyes dipped below my chin, taking in the sight of my bare, heaving chest. “Lay down,” he whispered, a command, though it wasn’t strictly spoken like one.

  I glanced behind me, unable to think about it before Will’s hands found my shoulders and he laid me down, right on his lap. His erection sat less than three inches from my head, and I knew if his cock wasn’t restricted by jeans, it’d probably be slapping me in the face. Declan took my legs and straightened them out, running his palms along the fabric of my jeans and causing me to shiver.

  Funny, because the furthest thing I was was cold. I felt so very hot I could explode.

  Declan must’ve been taking a page out of Travis’s book, because as I laid there, following his orders, he worked on taking my jeans off. The button, the zipper, slowly tugging them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my black panties. At least they were a decent pair. I’d made sure to get some new ones during Christmas break, told my mom my old ones were just that: old, worn, and ratty. Needless to say, she did not know why I suddenly needed new underwear.

  When his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin around my inner thighs, toying with my pantie line, Will’s hands hardened over my shoulders, as if he thought I was going to get up and deny either of them this…this…whatever the heck this was. Hell no. I was in it for the long haul now.

  My panties came off within the next moment, and Declan orchestrated how he wanted us on the bed: me, no longer laying down, but resting my back against Will’s chest. Will’s feet woven under mine, his ankles hooked on mine, forcing my legs open and holding them there. Smooth, large hands encompassed my entire breasts, and Will held onto me, holding me against his chest as Declan got to work between my legs, his erection steadily pressing against my lower back.

  The moment Declan’s mouth connected with my clit, I lost it. He could work magic, no joke. Declan could give me practically a dozen orgasms in a matter of minutes. A bit of an exaggeration, but not much of one. Literally, his skills were unmatched—and to have Will behind me, his erection at my back, his hands on my breasts, tweaking my nipples and breathing hard into my ear? Fuck. How was a girl supposed to handle herself?

  Heat steadily rose within me, my breathing turning ragged. I could hardly move at all, could hardly grind myself against Declan’s face, but did that stop me from trying? No, it didn’t.

  Declan’s skills pushed me off my precipice within minutes. My toes clenched, my inner thighs trembling as I came, hot bliss touching every single nerve in my body, not stopping until I was basically goo in Will’s hands.

  Neither brother seemed to want to stop, though. Will kept his hold on me, pinching my nipples, watching what was happening between my legs, and Declan remained just as furiously devoted to my clit as he was before—only this time he stuck two fingers inside of me, filling me up as he sucked on my aching, greedy nub.

  Sensation overload. My mind and body turned to mush, and I could do nothing but lay there and take it, maybe cry out every time the pleasure built and became too much. The familiar feeling of an orgasm built within me yet again, and I could do nothing to fight it. My body would be shattered with the number of orgasms Declan could bring me. With such ease, too.

  Maybe I could get him to teach the others…

  Don’t get me wrong, the others all had their skills, though I’d still yet to be with Sawyer, but Declan? Oh, he was unmatched when it came to giving head. Totally unmatched in every way. He could play me like a fiddle, make me forget all of my worries and my stress. There truly was no better stress reliever than a mountain of orgasms to end your day.

  I lost count of how many times Declan brought me to the brink, shoving me over with his unrelenting tongue. When his teeth grazed my aching, swollen clit, I cried out, “Fuck!” There were no other words in my head. Nothing else could summarize exactly how I felt: and that was gloriously high on pleasure.

  I was panting by the time Declan removed his fingers from my pussy, their lengths glistening with my wetness. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before giving me a sheepish expression.

  After all that, now he chose to appear tentative and meek? Oh, come on.

  Will’s ankles slipped from under mine, allowing me the respite of closing my legs, albeit temporarily. He slid off the bed, starting to shed his clothes. His stare, heavy with desire, rested on me and my naked form. “I don’t know about you, Declan, but I really need to feel her around me.”

  Declan could only nod, and I watched as he got off the bed, leaving me a mess on top of my comforter. He watched his brother take off his shirt, a look of thoughtfulness on his face behind his red cheeks. “Go ahead.”

  “Are you sure? You did put in all that work.”

  “I don’t mind, really.”

  I watched the exchange between the two brothers, about to make a smart comment about them being so kind and considerate toward each other—I mean, in the beginning, they were both ready to give me up because they knew the other cared for me—but all logical thoughts halted the moment Will bared himself to the room, not a single shred of clothing left on his body.

  A chiseled, hard abdomen, a chest that made for a great pillow, arms that could easily hold you close or hold you down. And, of course, that wasn’t mentioning the rock-hard dick that stood at attent
ion, ready for service.

  Ready to service me, more like.

  Will came back to me, pinning me down, and I turned my head to the side, locking eyes with Declan as he shrugged off his clothes. I felt my thighs being pushed apart, and it wasn’t a moment later when Will filled me up with one thrust of his hips. Declan’s cheeks were burning now, our eyes locked.

  For whatever reason, knowing Declan was there, less than two feet away, watching as his brother fucked me, turned me on in so many different ways. I let out a moan as Will pumped himself in and out, as I refocused on the brother currently inside of me. We’d leave my sheets in a wet mess, but I didn’t care. I’d run the laundry after spring break was over.

  Once Declan was free of his clothes, he moved closer to the bed, running a hand along my face and tilting my chin towards him. Will propped himself up, giving Declan the space to get on his knees beside the bed, lean over and kiss me.

  Kissing Declan while Will’s cock was inside of me fueled my wanton nature, and I moaned right into Declan’s mouth. Will went at me harder, fucking me with gusto, and I cried out. Mere moments later, Declan’s lips tore off mine, and he set a hand on his brother’s shoulder, stopping his thrusting.

  “Mind if I cut in?” Declan asked, half-lidded in his gaze.

  Mind if I cut in. Like he was asking to come between his brother and a dance partner, not his current lay.

  Will did what I knew he would: he nodded and withdrew himself from me, even though I knew, without a doubt, he would’ve pounded me away, fucked me to oblivion, had Declan not interrupted. His cock was slick with my juices, and it was impossible not to stare as the brothers switched places, Declan now positioning himself between my legs.

  As Declan pushed in, Will let one of his hands roam my chest, again tweaking my nipples. My lungs rumbled with a moan, and my body got used to Declan’s length quickly. Comparing the brothers’ dicks was not something I should do, but it was impossible after being filled by Will and now Declan.

  Let’s just say Will had the girth, but Declan had the length. Both felt amazing, because they both knew how to use them.

  My whole body moved against the bed as Declan fucked me. He withdrew his hips, burying himself in me fully. Frigging stars exploded in my vision as another orgasm swept through me. Having both brothers here was too much. Feeling Will’s hands on my chest, his lips against my shoulder, was way too much. My inner core clenched, and I cried out as I came, my body doing everything it could to milk Declan for all he was worth.

  Declan’s shoulders slumped, and Will moved to the side as his brother came. Above me, I watched Declan tremble with his own orgasm, his thrusting becoming swifter and harder as he emptied himself inside of me. When he pulled out, he didn’t go to crawl off the bed; instead, he rolled toward the wall, still on the bed, but off enough to the side that he could watch Will take me.

  And Will needed no invitation to return, for before I could blink, he was on top of me once again, only this time, he spun me onto my side, hoisted a leg into the air, and penetrated me from behind, allowing me to once again meet Declan’s stare as he fucked me.

  Declan might play coy sometimes, but he liked getting down and dirty just like the rest of us. Why else would he have inched closer and kissed me again, while his brother pounded away at me from behind? Why else would he literally devour my moans, swallowing them up greedily? Declan was a dirty freak like us.

  And so was Will, apparently.

  Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  It wasn’t too long before Will orgasmed, his balls slapping me as he filled me up, his chest shuddering behind me with a groan I felt in my very core. Declan was still kissing me, still taking the breath from my lungs, and my mind overloaded with pleasure. Both brothers found their happiness in me, and I would do my damnedest to stick by them through thick and thin.

  They were mine, and I was theirs.

  Will’s grip on my leg relaxed, and he was slow, unhurried in pulling out. Once he did, he remained at my back, wrapping an arm around my stomach and placing a single kiss on my shoulder. “I love you, Ash.” Whispered words that made me swoon.

  Declan finally pulled his lips off of me, adding, “Same. I’ve loved you for so long, Ash. I’d be nowhere without you.” After he inched closer, I was firmly tucked between their two sweaty, hot bodies. A brother sandwich from heaven.

  I took Declan’s arm, the scarred one, and I lightly traced a finger over it, noting the sorrow hiding in his expression. After letting him go, I rolled over and traced the thick white scar on Will’s abdomen, where Ray had stabbed him. Regardless of what happened, no matter what the truth was, they were mine.

  What these two didn’t realize was I would be dead without them, and that…sadly, that wasn’t an exaggeration by any means. They’d saved me, literally. I owed them everything. My heart, my body, my life. I never wanted to know a life without either of them.

  Chapter Twenty-One – Declan

  The car ride passed quickly. Beacon Hills was a staple for people around Midpark and Hillcrest, an easy, expensive place to take a quick little trip. A small vacation, a weekend getaway. A lot of families owned cabins around Beacon Lake. The Briggs, Salvatores, and Scotts were not one of them though, so Travis had to rent out a cabin.

  Ash rode with Will and I on the way there, and she blasted whatever music her heart desired, singing along at the top of her lungs. Her pink tips were newly dyed—she’d done them last night after Will and I…uh, you know. She wore skinny, torn jeans, practically her whole knees showing beneath the fraying fabric, along with a baggy t-shirt that was halfway between modest and sleazy.

  Honestly though, I didn’t care what Ash wore. I didn’t think any of us did.

  I let her take the front seat with Will, sitting in the middle in the back, mostly watching her as we drove. Will followed Sawyer’s fancy sportscar, and before night fell, we arrived at our destination. Our own little cabin in Beacon Hills.

  A one-story cabin, its outside made of wooden logs. It sat on stilts, built high off the ground. A garage sat beside it, although you could pull your car directly beneath the cabin, too. Ash was the first one to leap from the car, and as she looked all around in the dying daylight, she spoke one word.

  “Rustic.”

  I grinned as I got out, as Will turned the car off. I stood beside her, studying the area. Surprisingly, I’d never been here, but Dad never liked taking Will and I places after Mom…died. From our cabin, you couldn’t see anyone else’s; there had to be acres between this cabin and the neighbors. Tons of trees, both evergreen and pine, standing tall towards the darkened sky. I could imagine not much sun got through their mix of branches during the day. There was no grass around; the ground was simply a mix of pine needles and old, dried leaves and sticks.

  Oh, and dirt. Lots and lots of dirt.

  The nicer areas were where the attractions were. This place had ziplining, tour-given nature hikes, and even swimming lessons in the lake. I had no idea if we planned on doing any of them this week or simply relaxing, but you know what? I didn’t care. It was good to just get away. To be able to breathe air that wasn’t on Hillcrest.

  To focus on us.

  As Will went to the back of the car and started to unload the suitcases, Travis and Sawyer got out of their car. Sawyer was quick to move and stand near Ash, while Travis headed up the few wooden steps to the cabin’s front door, where a lockbox sat. Within a moment, he had the key.

  “Nature,” Sawyer mused, a twinkle in his eye. “I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t like it.”

  Ash swatted his side, and he jerked away from her.

  We carried our luggage inside. The cabin had five bedrooms, though they were all about as large as Ash and mine’s dorm room. They fit double beds, a dresser, a closet, and not much else. Two bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room, along with a deck in the back of the cabin, off one of the bedrooms. Every room was decorated similarly: with bare wooden furnishings, s
ome metal decor to break up all of the wood.

  It…definitely was a certain style you had to like to enjoy, but I didn’t care either way. As long as Ash was in the cabin with us, I couldn’t care less what the cabin itself looked like.

  Sawyer chose the room right across the hall from Ash’s. As in, their doors, when open, were less than five feet apart. The closest room to hers, but no one argued. Everyone else, I think, was just trying to grow accustomed to this new place, to the woodsy, forest scent filling the air.

  I chose the room right next to hers, while Travis took the one beside Sawyer. Will was on my other side, the furthest from Ash, but to my surprise, my brother didn’t complain.

  Ash popped herself out the back, emerging onto the deck that overlooked the woods in the backyard, the trees between the cabin and the lake. From what Travis said, the lake was a short distance away. One by one we filed outside with her, and all eyes were on her as she breathed in deeply.

  She had a spell over each and every one of us. I didn’t know how it happened, but it did. Somehow, Ashley Bonds had found herself in our hearts, and none of us could deny her or push her away. Not anymore. Why else would we all agree to see her at the same time? When guys liked the same girl, wasn’t there always a choice?

  “Let’s go see the lake,” Ash suggested, tossing us a smile.

  Not a single one of us could deny her. Travis took the lead, heading down the side steps of the deck, Ash directly behind him. Then it was Sawyer and Will, me in the rear. As we walked, I couldn’t help but get lost in my own head, wondering what our future would be like.

  I wasn’t naive enough to think this would last forever. Did I want it to? Of course. I couldn’t stomach the thought of losing Ash, especially if she ever suddenly decided she loved one of us more than the others. I never wanted to wake up one morning and not have her with me, to only have her memory. It hurt my heart to think that I could possibly live the rest of my life without her after Hillcrest.