Love Me (WITSEC #3)(14)

He entered me slowly about halfway, then slammed the rest of himself into me. My head lolled backward and I moaned.

“You can’t make those sexy noises here,” he gritted as he withdrew and slammed back into me. “Fuck,” he hissed as I whimpered. He gripped the back of my neck and brought my mouth to his. Our kiss was messy and hot, evidence we were drunk on lust. “It has to be quick and hard, Shi. I’ll fuck you properly at home.”

His words had me clenching around him.

He smirked as he hiked my leg over his hip and began pounding into me. It was a battle to stay quiet. I liked to let everything go and just feel in these moments with the guys. Instead, I only let myself breathe. Well, pant. I was panting rapidly because he was going to make me come again.

“Creed,” I gasped as I squeezed around him, preparing for what was coming.

“If you clench my dick any tighter…fuck it.” His speed picked up, making the desk rattle and shake beneath me.

I exploded in the best way possible. I shuddered out quiet whimpers behind my clamped lips. With two more thrusts, his release followed. Resting his forehead on my chest, he nestled his face between my breasts, and he stayed there as he tried to catch his breath. “Cheese and fucking rice, I love you.”

I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. “I love you, too.”

He lifted his head from my chest, smiling. “I think that’s the first time you’ve said it.”

I thought back to the first time we’d had sex, which had happened to be in his truck on the way to get ice cream. “I was the one to say it first.”

Stepping back, he withdrew from me and rolled off the condom. “When I asked if you loved me, you said maybe.”

I fixed my dress. “Well then, I admitted that I loved you first. Why else would you have said it then?”

“My, someone’s in a competitive mood today.” He chuckled as he tossed the condom in the trash and put himself back into his pants. “I would have said it eventually,” he admitted. As he stuffed his hands into his pockets, his eyes met mine. “I’ve been in love with you for a while. I just didn’t want to scare you.”

I hopped off the desk and made my way over to him. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pushed up on my toes and kissed him. “Are you going to give me my panties back?”

“No.”

“You’re not going to start collecting my underwear like you did my sweatshirts, are you?”

He grinned and opened the door. “We better get back to class.”





4





After school I ran by Desert Stone. Walking in, I was greeted by Derek, the redheaded personal trainer who had been covering the front desk ever since Stephanie had quit.

“Hey, Shiloh.” He eyed my dress and lack of gym bag. “What brings you in today?”

I walked up to the front of the desk and rested my elbows on the high counter. “You might be able to help me,” I said just as Knox walked out from the hall that led to his office behind the front desk. The sound of my voice pulled his attention away from whoever he had been texting. Seeing me, he pivoted from the direction he was headed and came to stand behind Derek.

“What can I help you with?” Derek asked me when I hadn’t elaborated.

I looked from Knox to him. “I need a shirt. Preferably a tank.”

“A Desert Stone shirt?” Derek clarified.

“I could have brought you home a shirt,” Knox said, startling Derek, who hadn’t known Knox was standing behind him.

I looked back at Knox. “You’ve been busy setting up the mud run. I didn’t want to add to your plate. Plus, I need to go to the grocery store, and this was on my way.”

He sighed through his nose and opened a large drawer in one of the few lateral filing cabinets up against the wall behind the front desk. He pulled out two shirts. One was a tank and the other was a racerback. Both were navy and had Desert Stone Fitness written on the front.

Knox walked around the front desk to hand them to me. I checked their sizes, finding that they were right. I held one in each of my hands, debating which one I wanted. When I couldn’t decide, I figured, Why not get both? “Are you going to let me pay for them?”

“Why’d you want a shirt?” he asked, avoiding my question.

I held one of the shirts up to my chest, displaying the Desert Stone logo. “I wanted to represent at the mud run.”

That earned me a smile and it was beautiful. “I’ll take care of the shirts, Derek. Don’t let her try to pay for them.”

“Understood, boss,” Derek said.

I shook my head but didn’t argue. “When are you getting off?” I asked Knox.

“I shouldn’t be much longer. Why?”

“Just want to make sure you’ll be home for dinner. There is this new recipe I want to try.”

“What are you making?”

I gave him a mischievous grin. “Something to eat.”

He nodded once and took a step backward. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll come with you to the store.” Not giving me an opportunity to respond, he spun around and went back toward his office.

Is he that worried about what I’m going to cook? I wondered.

As I stood there frowning, I caught Derek staring at me. Silence began to stretch between us. It was loud. Not in the sense that it hurt my ears, but in a way that was very obvious. Derek and I didn’t really know each other. Sure, he and I had been pleasant up until now in the sort of way acquaintances were, but conversation didn’t flow as easily with him as it had when I’d first met Ethan. I didn’t want to compare my interactions with Derek to how I’d gotten to know my guys. It would be like comparing apples to oranges. There was an attraction between me and my guys. I hadn’t understood it at first, or I hadn’t been ready for it. Not that it mattered, because I wasn’t attracted to Derek. As the silence continued, I figured I needed to make a better effort. Getting to know him, I mean. He might be training me soon and it couldn’t hurt to have another friend.