Love Me (WITSEC #3)(20)

“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 somewhat 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.





6





The location of the mud run was almost an hour away, in the middle of a vast stretch of desert filled with rocky hills, thorny bushes, and cacti. From a distance, I could see the large Start and Finish banners, and lined up in front of them were many differently sized and colored tents. Each tent must have belonged to those who sponsored the mud run. That meant Desert Stone’s tent was among them.

Knox and Keelan had left hours before we had to finish helping set up, and we’d hit the road with Ethan and Isabelle a little after the sun had risen. The five of us had carpooled in Creed’s truck, and I was glad we had when I saw the long line of cars waiting to park along the road we were supposed to turn onto to get to the entrance. To my surprise, Creed kept driving. He continued further down the main road until another turn appeared. He took it and we came upon a second gated entrance. A guy holding a clipboard was manning the gate; he saw us and approached Creed’s window. Creed told him who he was. The guy searched for Creed’s name on his clipboard and let us in.