WITSEC

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

I startled awake with a pounding heart. I sat up, rubbing my chest. I was scared but didn’t know why. Had I been dreaming? Had I had a nightmare?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Keelan asked, his voice heavy with sleep, and sat up with me. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“I can’t remember.”

“It’s alright. Let’s lay back down and I’ll hold you.”

I nodded, lying back with him. He tucked me close and I rested my head on his bare chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The moonlight shining through his window was enough light to show his tattoos. I ran my fingers over one above his hip. Then trailed them to the one under his belly button. The muscles in his stomach went taut.

“If you keep touching me like that, I’ll never fall back to sleep,” he said, his voice sounding more awake.

I smiled to myself. “Since you’re awake, maybe you can tell me the dirty things you think of when you look at me.” I didn’t know if it was because I was half asleep or the medicine I was on, but I was feeling very brave at the moment.

He stilled beneath me. “I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

“Hmm,” I hummed. “Then can I tell you the dirty things I think of?”

His chest shook with silent laughter. “I’d love to hear them.”

I tapped my finger below his belly button. “I want to kiss you right here.”

“You can kiss me anywhere you want to.”

I took that as an invitation and scooted down the bed and settled between his legs. I planted an open-mouth kiss below his belly button, then tapped his hip. “Can I kiss you here?”

He put an arm behind his head as he stared down at me. “Like I said, anywhere.”

I planted a kiss on his hip and trailed my mouth along the waistband of his pants to the center. Looking up at him, I asked, “What if I want to kiss you lower?”

He stroked his fingers along my cheek. “Have you ever done that before?”

I shook my head. “Will you let me?”

“Will I let you?” He huffed a laugh. “That’s a silly question, baby girl.”

I tucked my fingers into the bands of his PJs and boxers and he lifted his hips, aiding me in pulling them down around his thighs. He was already hard. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, finding him warm and his skin soft. I gave the very tip a gentle kiss.

His body shook, laughing. “Everything you do is adorable.”

“Is this adorable?” I asked as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

He hissed.

“Or this?” I asked before sucking the mushroom tip into my mouth.

He let out a shaky breath. “Where’d a sweet girl like you learn to do that?”

I swirled my tongue around him. “I may have researched it.”

“Did you now?” he grunted. “Are you going to show me everything you learned?”

I smiled just before taking him back into my mouth. I took him in until he touched the back of my throat and pulled back, sucking and running my tongue along him as I did. I repeated that over and over again.

“Fuck,” he hissed and his hands collected my hair that was starting to obscure his view. His grip tightened as I took him all the way back into my mouth. Before I could pull back, one of his hands cupped the back of my head, holding me still. “Relax your throat,” he ordered and I did. Gently, he thrust further down my throat. “That’s it, good girl.” His hips began rocking, sliding himself in and out. “I want to fuck your mouth so bad,” he said, sounding as if he were in pain. “But I don’t want to cum down your throat for our first time.” He pulled himself from my mouth. “You’ve made your point. You want to hear the dirty things I’m thinking, here you go. I want to bury my cock deep into your tight little pussy and I want you on your hands and knees when I do.”

I clenched my thighs at the intense throb between them. “Oh,” I blurted.

Keelan cursed and sat up. “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

I shook my head. “No. I liked it.”

“I got carried away and I forgot how new to this you?—”

I covered his mouth. “I may be new to this, but I’m not afraid to tell you I’m not alright with something.” I held his eyes, hoping he would see how serious I was. “So get carried away with me,” I said with a whisper, dropping my hand.

He kissed me fiercely, his tongue plunging past my lips. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and broke our kiss to lift it over my head. He tossed it away haphazardly and climbed off the bed. He flicked on the light on the nightstand and the room lit up. As he opened his nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom, he shoved his PJs and boxers the rest of the way off.

I sat there on my knees in the center of his bed, topless, and took in every inch of his body. He was breathtaking, from his gorgeous tattoos to his defined muscles. My favorite part to look at was the V at his hips and his hard cock just below. My panties grew uncomfortably wet the longer I stared.

He began stroking himself with his hand. “I’ve thought about those breasts a lot,” he admitted, his eyes watching the rise and fall of my chest. “Ever since I saw them for the first time when I caught my brother’s face between your legs. For weeks, I’ve cum to that image of you with your head thrown back, pink cheeks, and your pert nipples begging someone to suck on them.”

I wondered if it was a family trait to have two personalities. Colt hulked out when he was angry. Keelan reminded me of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He was a charming Jekyll in public, but in the bedroom he was a filthy Hyde. I couldn’t decide which side I liked more.

I got on my hands and knees and met his eyes. “You wanted me like this?” It was probably the boldest I’d ever been in my life, but I needed him to see I was good with this—with him—and if I was being honest, I really liked how it felt. It was exciting.

His eyes traveled over me like I was a toy he couldn’t wait to play with. “Yes, but without cute Wonder Woman shorts on.”

I wiggled my hips. “Then come take them off.” The smile he gave me made me feel empowered.

He climbed back onto the bed and knelt behind me. He yanked my underwear and shorts down. I had to help him by lifting each of my knees to get them the rest of the way off, but I was fully naked in no time.

“Put your head to the mattress,” he ordered. I lowered my head slowly, leaving my butt in the air. His thumbs spread me open, revealing all of me to him. He groaned. “Damn, that’s a beautiful sight.”

My face felt like it was on fire. “Keelan,” I sort of chastised him. How could I be equally embarrassed and turned on?

He chuckled. “You have a beautiful body. I’m just admiring every inch of it.”

“Even with my scars?” I blurted and shut my eyes, mortified that my insecurities had made an appearance.

“Every part of you is beautiful, Shi.” He pressed his lips to the center of my back. “Even your scars.”

I will not cry during sex. I will not cry during sex.

One of his hands dropped from my butt cheek and his fingers began rubbing my clit.

I wanted to yell Yes! but resisted the urge. I’d embarrassed myself enough.

“You’re dripping wet,” he said as he moved his fingers from my clit to my core. He pushed two fingers inside me, making me moan.

As he pumped them in and out of me, I rocked back. “I need more, Keelan.”

“I need to prep you to take my cock, baby, or I could hurt you,” he explained, pushing a third finger into me—stretching me. “One day, if you want me to, I can just shove into this pussy and fuck you because we’re caught up in the moment, but let’s take our time tonight.”

“Thank you for being mindful and for giving me something to look forward to later.”

He chuckled. “Happy to be of service.” He pulled his fingers from me and I heard the noise of him ripping open the condom. “I think you’re ready for me now.”

I lifted my head off the mattress when he aligned himself with my entrance. He pushed forward, sliding in slowly. The feeling nearly had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Once he was fully inside of me, he held me by my hips and began rocking his own. He moved in and out with slow, gentle thrusts that felt like a tease.

I pushed back. “Harder.”

“You’re not ready?—”

I slammed myself back on him again. “Quit holding back on me,” I practically growled.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His words brought me back to the first time we’d sparred. We had said the same thing to each other.

“I can take you, pretty boy,” I threw over my shoulder.

He chuckled and gripped my hips more firmly. Then he thrust into me.

“Yes!” I cried out.

He continued to pound into me. The sound of my moans and his thighs smacking the back of mine filled the room. I had to put my hand on the headboard to keep myself from falling forward. One of his hands wrapped around to my front and rubbed my clit. I moaned loud because it was just what I needed.

“You keep moaning like that, you’ll wake my brothers, and I didn’t lock the door.” His other hand went to one of my breasts and rubbed my nipple between his fingers. “If they come in here, I’m not stopping. They’ll watch me fuck you.”

The thought of any of them watching this—what we were doing—had me clenching around him.

He groaned. “Does that turn you on? What a naughty girl,” he said with a low voice. “I wonder how much louder I can make you.” He rubbed my clit with more pressure.

I tried to fight back my moans, but the moment I felt my orgasm building, they ripped their way out of me. “Don’t stop!” I begged.

“You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes!”

He didn’t stop. Instead, he made me shatter. My orgasm was so intense I saw spots as I lowered my head back to the mattress. Keelan continued to thrust into me, spurring my orgasm on and on. It was almost too much. My cries were muffled by the mattress until Keelan drove into me one last time, groaning. He pulled out of me and fell onto his back on the mattress, panting.

I stretched my legs out so that I was lying on my stomach, my breathing also labored. “Wow,” I huffed out between breaths.

He gave me this cocksure smirk. “I know.”

I grabbed my pillow and hit him with it as I tried not to laugh.

We were able to sleep for a few more hours before Keelan’s alarm went off. All four of them had to work today. Keelan and I both shuffled into the kitchen holding hands. We both halted when we saw that Colt, Creed, and Knox were already in the kitchen, looking tired and sipping on coffee.

“Good morning,” I said, letting go of Keelan’s hand to go over to the coffee maker.

“You two are up before me?” Keelan said to Colt and Creed. “Did hell freeze over?”

“Couldn’t fall back to sleep after being woken up by Shiloh at three in the morning,” Creed grumbled.

I whirled around. “What?”

Creed rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I thought she was having a nightmare at first.”

“We all did,” Knox said, sounding irritated.

I looked at Keelan. “We weren’t that loud, were we?”

He scratched the side of his neck. “How do I say this…?”

“You’re a screamer, babe,” Colt said as gently as he could.

“I—” I supposed I got loud, especially when I was close to coming. “Um…I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was doing something wrong. I won’t do that anymore.”

“No!” Colt and Keelan shouted at the same time.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Keelan assured me.

Colt nodded. “It’s hot.”

“And don’t stop talking in bed, either. I love that you’re brave enough to do that. Sometimes it can take a while for someone to feel comfortable enough to voice what they want,” Keelan explained.

Creed covered his face, groaning.

Knox slammed his mug down on the counter and stormed out of the room.

I turned back around and poured myself some coffee. Don’t do it. Don’t chase him. I let out an angry grumble and stomped out of the room.

“Good luck,” Keelan said as I left.

I walked into Knox’s room without knocking. I didn’t see him, but saw the bathroom door was open and the light was on. I headed there and stopped in the doorway. Knox was at the sink, arms braced on the counter and his head downcast.

“Knox,” I said.

He tensed up and looked at me through the mirror. “I wouldn’t be around me right now, Shiloh.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t guarantee that I won’t say something that will hurt you,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I supposed it was my risk to take. Stay or go? I wanted to push him like he pushed me all the time. I wanted to demand that he talk to me. But I was scared of the answer he’d give me.

He didn’t chase me.

Did that mean I already had my answer?

I thought it did.

I backed away and left.