Crashing Down: Silver Tongued Devils Series Book 4

by Samantha Conley

  “Pick up the damn phone, Kristen,” I scream into the car.

  “Hello,” comes the sleepy answer on the other end of the line.

  "Kris, it’s Skylar. I need Brett’s address,” I plead.

  “Skylar, what? What time is it?” she mumbles into the phone.

  “It’s late. I’m sorry but I have to see him.”

  “Can’t it wait until tomorrow.”

  "No. No, it can’t.”

  “What’s wrong, Skylar? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. I have to tell him…” I can’t finish breaking down in sobs.

  “Skylar, are you at home? I’m coming over.” I hear a rustling in the background as if she’s getting out of bed.

  “No, please, I’m fine but I have to see him.” A deep voice sounds in the background and Kristen answers that I’m on the phone.

  “Are you okay to drive? Can’t you just call him?”

  “No, I have to tell him to his face.”

  “Skylar, what is going on?” she demands.

  “I figured it out. The past doesn’t matter, only the future does.”

  “I’ll text it to you.”

  “Thank you,” I breathe out. When the message comes through, I throw the car in reverse and haul ass out of the neighborhood. The streetlights appear less and less the farther I drive out of the city. When I pull into the drive, I’m stopped short by the iron gate blocking the path. The call box is to my left, my arm trembles when I reach it out of the car and push the call button.

  “Yeah,” the gruff voice comes out of the tinny speaker.

  “Brett, it's me.” Before the words are out of my mouth, the gate is sliding open.

  My car creeps up the drive, stopping in front of the door. I hurry out of the car, losing a flip-flop in the process but he’s standing at the door only wearing a pair of jeans riding low on his hips. I throw myself into his arms, never wanting to let go again.

  14

  Brett

  I stroke my hand down Colby’s back, grateful that he finally fell asleep. He’d been cranky all afternoon, probably taking a cue from me. My nerves have been shot ever since I dropped off the diary with Skylar, questions running around in my head. Leaving the room, I take one more look at my sleeping son before closing the door. As I walk into my bedroom, I strip off my maroon t-shirt and toss it on the bed before heading for the shower. A buzz from the intercom stops me in my tracks. Who the hell would come by this late?

  “Yeah,” I bark out when I push the talk button.

  “Brett, it’s me.” Skylar’s melodic voice carries through the system. Relief makes my knees weak and I sag to the floor but not before I open the gate.

  “Get it together, man,” I whisper, forgoing putting back on my shirt, my feet thud on the stairs as I hurry down. Car lights shine through the window a second before I throw open the door, my bare feet skidding on the rough concrete. She exits the car wearing a pink tank top and black shorts, her dark hair flying behind her as she runs. She launches herself into my arms and I’ve never felt more at peace. Sobs shake her body as I hold her tight.

  “I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry.”

  “Shh, it’s okay.”

  “No, no, it’s not,” she mutters against my neck, her warm breath washing over me.

  “Baby, look at me,” I order her, voice soft. She raises her head, eyes red and mascara smudged underneath her lashes. Words escape me, and I press my lips to hers. For a split second, she hesitates before her lips part and my tongue seeks hers. I shelve my arm under her ass hoisting her higher while my other hand wraps in her hair, drawing her closer. I back into the house, never losing contact with her mouth and blindly feel for the door, slamming it shut. Her hardened nipples press against my chest, her warm pussy tight against my stomach. Up the staircase, I carry her as her soft lips kiss and nip at my neck as I take the stairs two at a time to my bedroom. Laying her down on the black comforter, I lift her top baring her soft stomach before placing a soft kiss on her skin. Her muscles tremble in anticipation as her hands clench in my hair. I snap open the front clasp of her bra, baring her breasts as I wrap my lips around her nipple. Her back arches as the sexiest moans leave her mouth. Her legs tighten around my waist, grinding her pussy against my hard dick. I rear back and tug her top completely off. Sitting back on my haunches, I relieve her of her shorts. My thumbs hook her panties too and as soon as they clear her feet I toss them behind me to the floor. I grip behind her calves and pull her to the edge of the bed, a squeak of surprise escaping her. Spreading her thighs wide, her legs tremble as I move in between her satiny skin.

  “Brett,” she sighs when I swipe my finger through her wet slit. Her clit peeks out from its hood while her pussy glistens. Using both thumbs I open her up and lick her from hole to clit and back again. Her honey clings to my lips. I circle her clit keeping it nice and wet as I push one finger in her core. She’s as tight as I remember as she clenches around me. I ease in and out while tonguing her clit to make sure I don’t hurt her. After a few thrusts, I add a second finger and her breath hitches. I hold still as she adjusts, massaging her clit to build her back up. I suck the hard nub in between my lips, applying pressure. Her pussy tightens on my fingers as her orgasm rips through her. At the height of her release, I thrust three fingers into her tight core, making a come-hither motion, drawing out her pleasure. Finally, she sags against the bed, thighs limp around my shoulders.

  “Brett, please, I need…” she moans out, head tossing against the comforter.

  “I know, baby, me too,” I reply resting my head on her knee. “One problem. I don’t have any condoms.”

  “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” she states frantically in her passion.

  “Are you sure?” I ask knowing the trust she is placing in me. I push my jeans down below my ass, my cock tightening in the cool air, pre-cum dripping from the crown.

  “Yes, please, I need you,” she pleads.

  I place the head of my dick at her entrance, covering it in the wetness, hitting her clit with the ball of my piercing on the underside of the crown. When she shudders at the contact, I repeat it over and over until she’s begging me to fuck her. I ease in an inch watching her face to ensure I’m not causing her any pain, only pleasure. Her hazel eyes shine with lust, pupils swallowing the brilliant color. With my hands on the back of her thighs, holding her legs. I sink my cock into her scalding pussy and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever known. I place her feet on my shoulders, lifting her ass off the bed leaving her no control as I pull back and thrust back in, balls slapping her ass. Her eyes shutter with the pleasure. All thoughts of taking this slow go out the window when she bucks against me. One hand grips her hip and the other on her shoulder allowing me to power into her. My hips snap with each thrust, her tits bouncing with the force, and I grind against her clit before withdrawing. She grunts each time I bottom out before I feel her legs twitch against me, her hands clasping the bedding in a death grip. When she gasps, eyes flying open, I know I’ve hit the spot and shorten my thrusts to keep hitting right there, the metal ball massaging her g-spot. Her back bows off the bed and a scream rips through her as her pussy clenches my dick draining me of every drop of come. I collapse to my knees and rest my head on her stomach, my breath coming in gasps. Her hands run gently through my hair as she recovers.

  “God damn, baby,” I breathe out at a loss of words. Her only response is a weak pat on my shoulder before it falls back to the bed. I kiss her stomach tasting the salty sweat covering her skin before standing up, tucking my dick back inside my pants. I wet a washcloth in the bathroom and bring it back, stopping short at the sight of my come dripping out of her pussy as she lays splayed on the bed. The primal part of me wants to leave my mark on her but I know she’ll be uncomfortable. I swipe the wet cloth between her legs, wiping away the evidence of my possession. Picking her up, I cradle her in my arms before placing her at the head of the bed. She glances up at me a
s only a well-satisfied woman can, and I refrain from beating my chest. I lie down beside her, resting her head on my chest, her arm across my waist. My hand trails lazily up and down her back as she softens against me, eyes closing in sleep.

  Colby’s morning cries wake me before the sun peeks through the blinds. I untangle from Skylar’s arms as I get up and she rolls over onto her stomach sound asleep. My lips twitch in a smile, knowing the reason she’s sleeping deeply is the number of times I took her in the night.

  Coffee percolating in the machine, I put cereal on the tray in front of Colby along with his sippy cup of milk as the bacon sizzles in the skillet. As I’m cracking eggs in the bowl, a soft tread coming down the stairs make me aware that Skylar is awake. She walks into the kitchen wearing the shirt I left on the floor, her hair fluffed out around her head as she blinks sleepily up at me. The sight makes me grin like a fool.

  “Would you like a cup?” I ask gesturing to the coffeemaker.

  “Yes, please.”

  “Cream and sugar?”

  “Lots of both,” she mumbles, shuffling her way over to the high chair, bussing Colby on the head before sitting in the chair beside him.

  I fix her cup before handing it to her. Her eyes close as her hands wrap around the white ceramic.

  “What time do you have to be at work?” I ask before sipping my black coffee, needing the jolt of caffeine.

  “My first appointment is at nine. I must be at the clinic at eight thirty.” I glance at the clock and see it’s not even half after six. “Plenty of time. Do you want to leave now or grab a shower here?”

  “Brett, don’t you think we need to talk?”

  “As far as I’m concerned, you showing up last night was all the answer I needed. If you didn’t trust me, you wouldn’t be here.” She smiles around her coffee cup.

  “Which one is Colby’s mother?”

  “Mandy.” She nods before taking a drink.

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  “About what?” I ask stirring the eggs in the pan.

  “Any of it? All of it? I don’t know but we can’t leave it as the elephant in the room.”

  “I don’t know what to say. The only thing I know of that night was in that diary. And the next morning I woke up with two women in bed with me. Kristen had been there and was gone. I was losing everything that mattered, and I didn’t remember a fucking thing about any of it,” I growl. “My best friend was pissed off at me for hurting Kris. My manager was disappointed in me. Nothing was right. We were leaving in two days for Europe.” I dish up the bacon and eggs, setting the plate in front of her before loading up mine. “I flew home, but it was too late. Kris had moved out and the damage I did was irreparable.”

  “And none of it was your fault.” She reaches over and covers my hand with hers. “Are you going to tell her what really happened?”

  “That was my first thought. Clear my name, prove I wasn’t the asshole they thought I was. But what’s the point? I’m not in love with her anymore. She’s happily married, and I don’t want her to bear the burden of guilt. If I can save her from that, I will.”

  “You’re a good man, Brett, and a great father.” She smiles at me.

  “I try to be. That’s all I can do.”

  “That’s all any of us can do. No one is perfect.”

  “I don’t know, you’re pretty damn close,” I reply, smiling at her when she blushes.

  “No, I’m not. I’m flawed like anyone else.”

  “Maybe you’re just perfect for me.” I lean over and kiss her on the cheek before finishing my breakfast.

  “So, what’s the plan?” she asks, picking up her empty plate and mine, carrying them to the sink.

  “You have to work, and I’m supposed to meet the guys at the gym at nine.”

  “Not exactly what I meant but okay.”

  “You mean us?” She nods. “If I had my way, you’d move in here and be accessible to my every whim,” I joke.

  “Funny.”

  “We can take this as fast or slow as you want. I told you I’m all in.”

  “I’m scared,” she confesses.

  “I thought…”

  “Not about that. I trust you. My last relationship ended badly, and it hurt,” she whispers, the pain of the past still carried within.

  “He was an idiot,” I state walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her.

  “Yes, he is. We’re just going to take this slow.”

  “As long as I have you I’m fine with slow. It’s a big change being with a single dad. He is awfully cute though,” I laugh looking at Colby’s reflection in the window as he throws cereal on the floor.

  “He’s a bonus.” She turns, kissing me quickly. “I’m taking a quick shower before I head home.”

  “Make sure to bring some clothes with you tonight,” I say to her retreating back.

  “What makes you think you’ll get lucky again tonight?” she sasses me over her shoulder.

  15

  Skylar

  The past two months have been some of the happiest in my life. Work is great, my kids are flourishing. Kristen, Camryn, Mallory and I continue to get together once a week for a girls’ night. But the best part is spending time at Brett’s. I might as well move in like he’s been hinting at for the past month. I’m there every night, anyway. We’re having a get together at Derek’s parent’s house today and it’s the first time I’m getting to meet everyone as his woman? Girlfriend? I’m not sure what title I have. He just says I’m his. My heart grows in size each time he says it. I finish up the potato salad, placing it in the refrigerator before starting on the peanut butter pie.

  As I’m chopping up the peanut butter cups, Brett sneaks up behind me, snagging one of the unopened ones.

  “Looks good, Sky but I thought I told you we didn’t need to bring anything.” He peels back the wrapper before popping the confection in his mouth.

  “I can’t show up empty-handed, it's rude,” I state pushing my hair back behind my ear.

  “Are you nervous?” he asks, leaning back against the counter, checking the video monitor on the counter to make sure Colby is fine in the living room. Three weeks ago, Brett wired the house with cameras, so he could have eyes on all areas of the house. Colby is playing with his toys in the cordoned off area in the living room.

  “No, I’m not.”

  “You’re not.” He snorts out a laugh before grabbing a can of soda out of the refrigerator.

  “What do you mean by that?” I point in his direction, not realizing it’s the one holding the knife.

  “Hey, Stabby, swing that thing in a different direction. You have a tell when you’re nervous," he confesses before chugging down half the can.

  “A tell? What is it?”

  “Nope, not tellin’.”

  “See if you get any pie today,” I mumble as I sprinkle the candy on top before replacing the plastic lid. “Put that in the freezer for me, please,” I ask as I wash the melted chocolate from my hands.

  “Yes, ma’am," he smarts off.

  “I think he’s about to crash out,” I state seeing that Colby is laying down on the floor, hugging his stuffed bear to his chest. “You want to go lay him down before we go?”

  “I’m on it.” He kisses me on the cheek before jogging out of the room. I watch the monitor and see the biggest smile cross Colby’s face when he sees his daddy. He unsteadily tries to get to his feet as he reaches up. Brett cuddles him close to his chest and Colby has the most contented look on his face as he rests his head on Brett’s chest. My heart overflows when I see them this way. Kristen wasn’t kidding when she said he would be a great father. Every day he amazes me with the amount of patience he shows. Colby has made more vocalizations and is picking up on the sign language we have been working on. I don’t think it’ll be long before the words spill out and we’ll wish he was still quiet. Brett cried when Colby took his first unassisted steps the other day. As they head up the stairs, I clean up
the mess I made when preparing the food.

  “Okay, he’s out. We have about an hour.”

  “An hour for what?” I ask as he steps up behind me. In response, he sneaks his hand under my tank top, his mouth on the back of my neck. Instantly, chill bumps race across my skin and my nipples harden beneath my bra. He pulls the neck of the top off my shoulder, his lips trailing in its wake. His hand leaves my shirt to wrap around my ponytail, pulling my head to the side, nipping and laving the exposed skin. My shorts fall to the floor with a quick shove, his hand gripping my hip.

  “Step back, keep your hands on the counter,” he growls out and I can feel the wetness dripping down my thighs. The sound of his zipper lowering drives my lust higher. A hand trails from my hip to my pussy, his calloused finger torturing my clit before driving deep into my aching center.

  “Good girl, already wet for me,” he croons in my ear. He slides his shaft between my legs and the ball from his apadravya piercing sliding over my nub and I shiver at the sensation. He presses the head in, giving me a little taste before retreating. A whine escapes me before I can stop it.

  He snaps his hips, filling me to the hilt, pain mingling with the pleasure. His hand pulls my hair back, arching my back. He feels so much deeper. His hips pound into my ass and I must lock my arms to keep from rocking into the granite countertop. With each stroke, the orgasm builds until I’m at the precipice but can’t quite get over. His fingers slide on either side of my clit before pinching the distended flesh. The slight pain sends me flying and Brett holds me up as he finishes, a long moan leaving his lips as he stills behind me, filling me with his warmth. He backs us up, sitting in the closest chair, his dick still buried inside. My head flops back on his shoulder and he brushes a kiss across my temple.