WITSEC

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

That night, after having dinner with the guys, I returned home. It felt foreign climbing into my own bed and my house was too quiet. I had stayed with the guys for the past four nights. Ever since the awful dinner where Logan had found out the guys knew the truth about me.

Thinking about my uncle reminded me that I should call him. I needed to tell him about what had happened with Jacob today. I went to reach for my phone off my nightstand, steeling myself for what I knew was going to be an uncomfortable call.

The sound of my front door opening, followed by the alarm beeping, made me freeze.

Colt’s voice carried through the house. “Just us, babe.”

The tension in my body eased instantly. I should have known they’d follow me over here. It hadn’t been talked about, but I knew the guys didn’t want me staying at my house alone. After everything that had happened with the sheriff and then Logan, I didn’t blame them, and it made me feel comfortable having them here as well. I was sure they’d prefer I spend every night at their place. I’d done it enough times that I had a drawer of clothes in each of Creed’s and Colt’s dressers, a few of my dresses were hanging in Keelan’s closet, and I had a shelf for my toiletries in the twins’ bathroom. I had things at their place that I needed, but those things were within their space. Not that I didn’t want to be with them—it was just nice to be in my space, surrounded by my things that represented me, for once.

The alarm stopped beeping, an indication that they’d used the code to turn it off.

“Don’t forget to rearm it,” I said loudly.

“Already did,” Creed said as they both appeared in the hall, heading toward my room.

I scooted into the middle of the mattress as they stripped down to their boxers and climbed into bed on either side of me. As soon as they slipped under the blankets, Creed pulled me to him and spooned me from behind.

Lying on his side, facing me, Colt scooted closer. “Are you doing okay?”

I assumed he was talking about Jacob. “I’m okay.”

“You were quiet at dinner,” he said.

I thought back to dinner. As Knox had explained what had happened at the grocery store, I remembered feeling angry. Mostly with myself, because I had let myself contemplate what I could do differently so I wouldn’t attract monsters. Change what I wore? Shave my head? Figure out what save me eyes were and how to stop making them? Then I’d realized how wrong it was to think like that. I shouldn’t have to change.

“I was processing,” I said.

“Are you going to tell your uncle?” Creed asked with a hint of irritation.

“I was about to call him.” I let out a yawn. With the two of them here, lying next to me, the foreignness I’d been feeling began to ease and my body started to relax. The more relaxed I became, the more tired I felt. I hadn’t been looking forward to calling Logan to begin with. Just thinking about it now sounded exhausting. “I’ll just do it tomorrow after the mud run.”

“Can I ask you for something?” Creed’s words were hesitant.

“Of course.”

“If you meet with him again, can one of us be with you when you do? Or at least tell us that you’re meeting up with him?” There was worry in his voice.

“Okay,” I said and snuggled into the pillows. A chunk of hair curtained my face and I tried to blow it out of the way.

Colt brushed my hair behind my ear. His eyes were fixed on my head for a moment before he smiled. “I know what you should be for Halloween.”

Creed’s head lifted behind me so he could see his brother. “I can’t wait to hear this.”

“Remember you told us that IT used to be your favorite scary movie?” Colt asked.

I nodded. “My sister hated clowns.”

“I want you to dress up as Pennywise.”

Looked like I was dressing up as a scary clown for Halloween. If only Shayla were around to see it. The look on her face…

The instant that thought entered my mind, I grimaced. Shayla didn’t need to see my costume for me to know what she’d look like terrified.

“What’s wrong?” Colt cupped my cheek. “If you don’t want to dress up as Pennywise, you don’t have to.”

“A deal is a deal,” I said.

“Forget the deal if it makes you uncomfortable,” Creed said.

“I’m not uncomfortable with it.”

Colt brushed his thumb along my cheekbone. “Then what is it?”

I was tempted to deflect. It was easier. Knowing them, though, they would see right through me, and I didn’t want them to feel like I couldn’t talk to them. If I was being honest with myself, I’d probably benefit from talking about what was weighing on me, as well. “There are times where I’m reminded of what I lost. Not just my family. I’m talking about what I lost about myself. The way I think or feel about things. My memories that were once happy are now tainted. I’m not the same anymore. It feels as though my soul is like a house hit by a tornado and every day since, I’ve been just standing in the aftermath overwhelmed with the damage. But now, I’m making myself sift through the rubble, trying to find things I can repair. It’s hard because to find all the pieces for one thing I want to fix, I have to dig or lift the heavier broken things I don’t want to deal with yet. But I don’t have a choice and it’s frustrating.”

Both were quiet. Probably processing my rambling.

I yawned again. “Don’t listen to me. I’m just tired and what happened with Jacob today is getting to me.”

Creed’s arms tightened around me. “Don’t stop sharing stuff like that with us. We want to hear it.”

I nodded.

Colt kissed my forehead. “All right. Time for bed.”

I closed my eyes as Colt reached for the lamp on the nightstand. I vaguely heard it clicking off as I fell into a deep sleep.

I was woken by a kiss on my cheek and a body hugging me from behind. “It’s time to wake up, babe.”

I squinted my eyes open to a dark room. Smooshing the side of my face into the pillows, I mumbled, “Five more minutes.”

Creed grunted that he wanted the same.

Colt huffed a laugh before he kissed where my shoulder and neck met. I didn’t open my eyes, but I was definitely more awake. His hand, which I’d just realized was resting on my hip, moved up under my pajama top. His warm fingers slid slowly across my skin as his lips moved up my sensitive neck. My toes curled the moment his thumb brushed the underside of my breast.

Frustratingly, his hand stopped there.

I squirmed, hoping he’d move his hand up. He didn’t.

I whined into the pillow. I was not awake enough to be teased.

He rocked his pelvis against my butt, nestling what felt like a hard rod between my cheeks.

Nope. I was definitely not awake enough to endure his teasing.

I reached my hand behind me and slid it inside his boxers. My fingers wrapped around his shaft and began stroking it. That seemed to evaporate his teasing mood. He pulled his hand from my shirt and shoved my pajama shorts down until I was able to push them off completely with my feet.

I returned the favor by helping him remove his boxers. He grabbed the back of my leg, lifting it just high enough to slide himself along my slit. I was wet, which allowed him to glide easily against me. Reaching between my legs, my fingers cupped the tip of him and helped him slip deeper between the folds of my pussy.

He groaned into my neck and my breath hitched as the ridges of his cock rubbed over my clit.

There was something about being half awake while being intimate. Despite aching to get off, my whole body was relaxed, almost lazy. I had yet to open my eyes. So this whole moment was just about feeling.

I let Colt move back and forth two more times between my legs before pushing the tip of him inside me.

He stilled. “I’m not wearing a condom.” His voice was deep and strained. I couldn’t tell if he was as turned-on as I was or pissed off.

“I’m on birth control.” I tilted my hips, offering him a better angle to slide deeper.

My words seemed to put him at ease, and he pushed inside me until he bottomed out.

I sighed at the feeling of being connected. Colt dropped his forehead to my shoulder, cursing, and whispered, “You feel so good.”

His words made me squirm.

Colt began moving in and out of me at an unrushed pace. Reaching behind me, I snaked my fingers through his hair and steered his mouth to mine. The thrust of his hips picked up speed the moment I pushed my tongue past his lips and swirled it along his.

Just as I moaned into his mouth, the bedside lamp on Creed’s side flicked on. Colt and I froze. Creed was standing next to the bed, staring down at us, looking tired, and his hair was disheveled. “If the two of you are going to fuck next to me, I at least get to watch.” He grabbed the blankets on top of us and threw them back.

Yelping, I yanked my leg out of Colt’s grasp and slammed my legs together with him still inside me. Heat bloomed in my cheeks.

Creed gave me a lazy, tired grin. “I’ve licked every inch of your pussy, Shi. No need to hide it from me now.”

“Cheese and rice, Creed,” I gaped.

Colt’s body shook with silent laughter behind me.

“Laughing is just going to encourage him,” I shot over my shoulder.

“I get that you like to act appalled to save face,” Creed said, climbing back into the bed. Lying down in his spot, he laced his fingers behind his head. “But I know you love it when we talk dirty. I’ve felt it on my tongue, on my fingers, and on my dick. I bet you’re squeezing around my brother as we speak.”

Colt confirmed with a grunt.

Creed gave me a smug smile, then nodded to where Colt and I were joined, as if to tell us to proceed.

That smug smile did something to me. He had given it to me yesterday and it poked at something inside of me that made me a little crazy.

He wants to watch? Fine . I pulled away from Colt to sit on my knees. Colt slid out of me, still hard and standing at attention. I gave Creed a defiant look just before grabbing the bottom of my pajama top and taking it off. I pushed Colt onto his back. He rolled into position with zero resistance and grinned up at me as I climbed on top of him. His hands went to my hips as I aligned him with my entrance and sank down on him. He exhaled slowly through his mouth and his grip on my hips tightened as I began rolling them. With my hands on his chest, I quickly found the perfect rhythm.

I glanced at Creed. He was watching me, eyes bouncing all over my body. There was awe and desire in them as he took in every movement I made.

“Like what you see?” I asked with a breathy voice.

“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, his gaze never leaving my body.

“Are you just going to watch?”

Creed’s smug grin broadened as his eyes met mine. “Are you wanting a little show of your own, Shi?”

“It would make things fair.”

He shook his head. “It’s a yes or no question, Shi.”

Why did it feel like he’d gained the upper hand? Stubbornly, I didn’t want to answer.

Creed must have realized that, because he crawled up next to us. My movements slowed as he put his fingers to my clit at the same time he pressed his mouth to my ear. “Tell me you want to see my cock,” he said as he began rubbing my sensitive bud of nerves in small circles.

I moaned and Colt hissed, drawing my attention down to him and how I was digging my nails into his chest.

“Come on, Shi,” Creed urged. “I know you want to see me come just from watching you.”

I did want to see. I wanted to see it so badly, I forgot why I was holding back. “Yes.”

“Say you want to see my cock,” Creed demanded.

“I want to see your cock.”

Colt groaned and Creed moved away to lie back down on his side of the bed. He shoved his boxers down to his thighs and his hard shaft sprang free. As if transfixed, I watched as he began to stroke himself.

“Arch back. I want to see those beautiful tits bounce,” Creed ordered.

I did and Colt let out a curse. The new angle made me take him deeper and hit all the right spots. I wanted to throw my head back and ride him until release, but I couldn’t look away from Creed.

“How’s that feel, Shi?” Creed asked as his fist moved around his cock in a harsh jerking motion.

“Good,” I panted. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Pressure in my core was increasing each time I came down on Colt.

Colt’s hands moved to my bouncing breasts, squeezing them before pinching my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. That spurred my body to take over. Closing my eyes, I began chasing my release with abandon.

“She’s about to come.”

I didn’t know which one of them had said it, but they had been right. I exploded with intense and toe-curling contractions.

Before they subsided, Colt’s hands went back to my hips and he flipped us. I landed on my back with him still buried inside me.

“You two are going to be the death of me,” he growled as he slammed into me.

I let out a cry that was cut off with another hard thrust. Colt grabbed me by the backs of my knees and pushed them to my chest, all while relentlessly pounding into me.

“You came for my brother,” Colt grunted out. “Now you need to come for me.”

I only had a second to be surprised at the assertiveness and roughness he was displaying before he had me practically screaming in ecstasy. Without a doubt, I was going to come again, and it was happening fast.

Wracked with another slightly painful but amazing release, my legs shook against his tight grip. He held me in that position, panting as he came undone next, and I faintly felt a warm sensation bloom where we were connected.

“I can feel you coming inside me,” I blurted between breaths.

Colt’s gaze dropped between us, and he slowly pulled out. A stream of cum leaked from me the moment he completely withdrew.

With his eyes glued to the sight, Colt groaned. That prompted Creed to lean over and look as well.

“Stop staring!” I screeched as I tried to get away. All I ended up doing was lifting my vagina up higher because his grip on the backs of my knees was unbudging.

Colt smiled, laughter filling his eyes, and Creed chuckled.

“No need to be shy,” Creed said. “It’s hot as hell seeing cum leak from your?—”

I interrupted him by letting out a frustrated noise. They both chuckled at that and Colt sat back on his haunches, releasing me.

I planted my feet on the bed on either side of him and snapped my knees shut.

“I have to agree with my brother. It’s a lot more appealing seeing it spill out of you than a condom,” Colt said.

“So no more condoms, huh?” Creed asked.

“I’m on birth control,” I told him.

Creed looked at Colt. “How’d you like going bareback?”

Colt huffed a laugh and rubbed the back of his head. “It took a lot more effort to not come, and it didn’t help that you were driving her wild while she was riding me.”

Creed grinned with zero remorse.

“You’ve never done it without a condom before?” I asked Colt.

He nodded.

I smiled, feeling pleased. “So I was your first?”

He smiled back at me.

It was nice to get a first of something. They had pretty much taken all of mine.

“I haven’t gone without a condom, either,” Creed admitted as he climbed off the bed and grabbed some tissues from the box I had on my nightstand. I watched as he wiped his lower stomach, feeling disappointed.

“Why the long face?” Colt asked, his fingers brushing my cheek.

“I missed it,” I grumbled.

Knowing exactly what I meant, Creed laughed. “You closed your eyes.” His smugness returned. “I didn’t miss it when you came, though. Both times.”

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” I said, gesturing to all of him with a flippant wave of my hand.

Clearly confused, his brows rose.

“Your smugness,” I clarified and climbed out of bed. “It’s drawing out a crazy side I didn’t know I had.”

“I know,” he said with that dumb, smug smile. “Why do you think I do it?”

I did something that would have made my mother gasp with disapproval had she still been alive. I flipped him off with a crazy smile his arrogant butt had conjured.

They both burst into laughter that I didn’t appreciate. So I spun on my heel and headed for the bathroom.

“We’re sorry, babe!” Colt said while still laughing, which meant he wasn’t sorry at all.

Ignoring them, I shut the door to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“Don’t be mad, Shi,” Creed said through the door.

I wasn’t mad. Not truly, but I was enjoying ruffling his feathers like he enjoyed ruffling mine. So I didn’t respond and climbed under the spray.

The bathroom door opened then, and Creed ripped open the curtain halfway. He was dressed in his basketball shorts. “That was adorable.”

I scoffed and grabbed my loofah. As I got it nice and soapy, an idea came to me. I began scrubbing all over, but I made sure to go slow over certain areas.

As expected, his eyes followed my movements. Seeing them darken with desire, it became my turn to feel smug. I made sure it showed when his gaze finally tore away from my body to meet mine.

He shook his head, smiling. “Tease.”

Serves him right.