Love Me (WITSEC #3)(18)

“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.