WITSEC

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

“I have to pee!” Isabelle shouted over the music.

Our DJ session, which was just us connecting Isabelle’s phone to the sound system, was a hit. A bunch of girls had started dancing in the backyard next to Ethan’s giant pool. Of course, once a bunch of girls started dancing, guys were quick to follow. Isabelle had pulled me into the crowd of gyrating bodies and that was where we’d stayed, having a blast drinking beer and dancing. It was then that I understood the hype behind Shayla’s desire to sneak out to these.

“Do you want me to go with you?” I shouted back. “It isn’t safe to go alone.”

She pointed to Ethan, who was standing with Colt, Creed, and a few of their friends by the kegs, watching over us as they talked. “Ethan!” she called out to him. He walked away from his friends without hesitation and met her as she squeezed out of the dancing crowd. He leaned his head close to listen to her, nodded, and wrapped his arm around her as they went inside.

I went back to dancing alone, not that it felt like it. There were so many bodies swaying around me. It was hot, but I didn’t care. I was buzzed from the alcohol and I was high on endorphins from the dancing.

Moving to the beat of the music, I lifted my arms in the air and closed my eyes. I let myself get lost in the moment. I was so relaxed, I didn’t jump when fingers brushed my spine before they trailed down and around to my hip. A body molded itself to my back side and matched the sway of my hips, followed by a second hand flattening on my stomach. I didn’t have to look to know it was Creed. I just knew. I recognized his touch—the feel of him against me. I leaned into him, pressing my back to his chest and hooking an arm around the back of his neck.

We danced, moving as one until another body pressed to my front. I had no doubt it was Colt. As soon as he pressed his pelvis to mine, I dropped my other arm and hooked it around his neck, locking the three of us together.

I slowly opened my eyes, finding Colt’s hooded. One of his hands went to my free hip while his other went to cup my face. The three of us were so close, bumping and grinding. The temperature in the room rose drastically. My entire body felt flushed. My skin tingled under their fingertips.

Colt’s eyes locked with mine. His face inched closer and closer, and when I couldn’t handle the anticipation any longer, I pulled him the rest of the way by the back of his neck. His lips touched mine, gently at first. I felt the vibration of his groan and he leaned into me, pushing my body firmly against Creed’s. My fingers dug into Creed’s neck as Colt claimed my mouth as if he were starved and couldn’t get enough of me.

I arched myself between them, needing more, wanting more. Creed’s fingers dug into me through the fabric of my dress and when I felt him harden, I gasped, breaking away from Colt’s mouth. I tilted my head back and to the side to look at Creed. His eyes were also hooded. I pulled his head down and pressed my lips to his. I parted my lips, intending to deepen our kiss, but he was already ready for me and his tongue dominated my own.

Just as quickly as our kiss had started, it ended. Creed abruptly pulled away. He locked eyes with Colt. “It’s time to go.”

I glanced at Colt and saw him nod. Colt grabbed my hand and we followed Creed through the house. I stumbled a few times and laughed each time at my clumsiness. When I stumbled down the driveway, Colt scooped me up in his arms. I let out a squeal before giggling and wrapping my arms around his neck. Creed glanced back at us with a questioning look.

“She keeps falling over,” Colt explained as he carried me.

“It’s so hot,” I whined. “Let’s go swimming when we get home.”

“You gonna go in your underwear this time?” Creed asked me with mirth in his eyes.

“I’m not wearing any underwear, but I bought a bathing suit,” I said.

Colt stopped walking and set me on my wobbly feet. “Are you being serious?”

“Yes, I bought a suit to wear to Keelan’s party tomorrow and this pretty white cover-up dress to wear over it.”

Colt frowned. “I meant about not wearing underwear.”

I just grinned and spun on my heels, intending to continue on to Creed’s truck. Spinning was a dumb thing to do. My heels wobbled out from under me and I was on my way to the ground again.

Colt caught me by my waist, saving me.

Creed cursed and knelt before me. “You need to take off these shoes, Shi.”

With Colt still holding onto me, I lifted one foot and touched the toe of my pump to Creed’s chest with a giggle.

He shook his head and got to work unfastening the strap. As he pulled my shoe off my foot, his eyes traveled up my leg, paused for only a breath when they met the end of my dress, then jumped up to meet mine with his brows high, as if surprised. “You really aren’t wearing any underwear.”

Colt groaned in my ear.

“Creed!” I yanked my bare foot from his grasp to put it on the ground.

“I didn’t think you were serious,” Creed said, chuckling. “I have to say, I’m liking this naughty side of you.”

“I’m not naughty,” I protested.

“You left the house without your panties, Shi. Sounds like you’ve made some naughty decisions today,” Creed teased.

Instead of getting flustered, my tipsy brain thought it would be a good idea to add fuel to the fire. “I left my bra at home, too. I guess I really am a naughty girl.”

Colt cursed. “You’re killing me, babe.”

Creed snorted and held out his hand. “Give me your other foot, Shi.”

“Is this a ploy to look up my skirt again?” I asked.

“The first time was an accident, but no,” he said. “There’s no ploy. I just want to get you out of your shoes before you break something.”

I offered him my other foot and he was a gentleman as he removed my pump. Once both of my bare feet were planted on the ground, Colt let me go. Creed stood with my heels in his hand. He held them out to Colt. “I’ll carry her the rest of the way.”

Colt took my pumps and walked ahead of us. Creed easily scooped me into his arms and carried me to his truck, where Colt had the door open for me to climb in. As soon as we pulled away from Ethan’s and I relaxed in the dark backseat, my eyes began to feel heavy. I tried to keep them open, but at some point, I must have drifted. The next thing I knew, we were home and Creed was scooping me out of the truck.

“I don’t want to go home,” I mumbled as I fought to keep my eyes open. “I don’t want to sleep.”

“Want to stay over at our place?” Creed asked.

I snuggled my head against his shoulder. “Okay.”

I was in and out of consciousness as he carried me. I still heard them get their front door open and I felt the temperature change as we went inside.

“You guys are back early,” I heard Keelan say.

“It’s almost one in the morning,” Colt said, followed by the sound of keys being dropped into the bowl they had on a small table by the front door.

“Did she have a good time?” Keelan asked.

“She looked like she had fun,” Colt replied.

“She kicked Ethan’s ass in a drinking game,” Creed said. “She downed some hard liquor without batting an eye.”

“I’m not surprised,” I heard Knox say. “How many girls do you know who can drink straight from a bottle of Jack like they’ve been doing it for years?”

“You guys are talking about me again,” I mumbled.

Creed’s chest shook with silent laughter. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“I am sleeping,” I mumbled, burying my face in his neck. Then I ripped my eyes open. “Wait!” I lift my head off his shoulder. “I don’t want to sleep.”

Creed hoisted me up in his arms and began walking toward the hall that led to their rooms. “Yes, you do. I’m putting both you and Colt to bed.”

I glanced at Colt and he looked really tired as he dragged his feet behind us. Knox and Keelan were standing in the living room, both only wearing shorts with their muscled chests on display, watching us leave.

“You’re both so pretty,” I said as I stared at their abs and the Vs at their hips.

Colt and Creed snorted.

Keelan grinned. “Thanks, baby girl.”

Knox actually smiled. “Sounds like she had a really good time tonight.”

“You’re drooling, Shi,” Creed teased.

I touched my mouth. “No, I’m not!”

They all chuckled, which made me roll my eyes. Keelan gave me a little wave. “Goodnight, Shiloh.”

I rested my head back on Creed’s shoulder. “Night.”

Colt followed us into Creed’s room. Creed laid me on the bed and I curled up to go to sleep. Panic hit me and I shot up. “I don’t want to sleep.”

Colt plopped down on the bed next to me and began unbuttoning his shirt as he toed off his shoes. “We’re going to bed, babe.”

Creed opened his dresser and pulled out a navy T-shirt and handed it to me. “This might be more comfortable to sleep in.”

I let out a groan and made my exhausted butt stand. The room started spinning and I was reminded that I was drunk.

Creed caught me as I started to tilt to the side.

I got my feet planted to steady me. “Thank you,” I said and held the shirt out to him. “Can you hold this?”

He took it back with a confused look. I pulled one arm out of one sleeve, then, using my teeth, I pulled my other arm out of the other sleeve. I realized I had a problem when I found my arms stuck in the middle of the skintight dress. I let out a frustrated whine and looked at Creed. “I’m stuck.”

He looked like he was trying not to laugh. “I can see that.”

“Can you help me?” I asked.

“You’re naked under that dress,” Colt reminded me.

“I don’t care.” I really didn’t. Not with how buzzed I was at the moment. All shyness and modesty had left the building. “Just help me get out of this.”

Creed leaned down and grabbed the bottom of my dress. He got it up to my neck and I helped him get my head through the top. I sighed, happy to be free, as my hair fell to my bare shoulders.

Colt groaned before standing. He busied himself with taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. Creed’s gaze took in every inch of me, unabashed. I let him look for a moment, liking the way it felt to be ogled and the heat that filled his eyes. “Do you want to give me the shirt back?” I asked him.

He shook his head slightly, unable to take his eyes off me. “Not really, no.”

“Creed,” Colt admonished.

“Fine,” Creed grumbled and handed me the shirt.

I put it on and it covered me to mid-thigh. Stripped down to his boxers, Colt pulled back the black covers on Creed’s bed and climbed in. He patted the mattress in the middle. “Come to bed.”

He sounded so tired, I didn’t have the heart to argue. I started to crawl toward the middle and Creed cursed behind me. On my hands and knees, I looked back at him. “What?”

“I think you’re trying to torture me,” he said as he raked his fingers through his hair. “You got that beautiful ass in the air. Have you already forgotten you don’t have any underwear on?”

I had forgotten. I was already somewhat turned on from how he’d looked at me naked. Taking in how affected he was now seeing my most private parts sent an achy pressure between my legs. “Oops.” I bit my lip as I sat down on my butt.

“It’s not funny, Shi,” Creed grumbled.

I tried not to smile and failed. “I’m sorry.” I didn’t sound very sincere even to my own ears.

Creed looked like he was fighting back a smile. “You’re a little tease when you’re drunk.”

I pulled on a curl, feeling a tiny bit shy. “What if I wasn’t teasing?”

Creed ran his hands down his face as he cursed again. “How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You two are killing me,” Colt said and grabbed my hand. “Lay down, please.”

I frowned. “They have a name for what you’re doing.”

Creed erupted with laughter. His body shook so hard he was bent over with his hands on his knees.

Colt looked like he wanted to laugh, too. “Babe,” he said gently. “We are trying to be respectable boyfriends who do right by their girlfriend. Don’t make it harder on us, please.”

How could I argue with that? I slid under the blankets and Colt wrapped his arm around me.

I watched Creed as he stripped down to his boxer briefs with zero shame. “Like what you see?” he asked me as he tossed his clothes in his laundry basket.

I propped my head up on my hand. “It’s only fair. You looked your fill when I was naked.”

“Would you like me to take my boxers off so we can be even?” he asked.

Yes almost fell out of my mouth, but Colt’s arms tightened around me. “Keep your boxers on. Same goes for you, babe. Clothes stay on until you are sober.”

I sighed frustratedly.

Chuckling, Creed turned off the light. The bed dipped when he climbed in next to me.

“I have a question,” I said.

Creed scooted closer. “Of course you do.”

“Why can’t we do stuff because I’m drunk? I get that you don’t want to take advantage, but what if I want to?” I asked.

“And what stuff is that?” Creed asked and I swore I could hear the laughter in his voice.

Colt sighed. “Don’t encourage this.”

Creed chuckled. “Fine. Shi?”

“Yes?”

“Why can’t this stuff you speak of wait until you’re sober?” Creed asked. “Why take the risk of crossing a line?”

“That’s a very good point. I wish my hormones understood that right now,” I said.

Both of them snorted. Creed cupped my cheek. “Time for sleep.”

I bit my tongue to keep myself from arguing. I didn’t want to sleep.