Love Me (WITSEC #3)(37)

Creed understood that and it made me love him even more than I already had.

Once his finger was all the way in, my body arched and I dug my nails into his shoulders. I became a little delirious when he started moving that finger in sync with his cock.

“I’m going to come.” Just as the words left my mouth, I shattered. Eyes squeezed shut and my head resting on the tile wall, I rode the waves of my orgasm.

Creed never stopped moving inside me. Instead, he amped up his speed, which didn’t give me any time to recover before another orgasm began to build.

I tensed up when I felt more stretching at my back entrance.

“Relax, Shi. You can take one more finger.”

I forced myself to relax and just feel. Of course, it felt good. Better, even. I was so gone on the pleasure I started to beg him to make me come. “Please, Creed! Please!”

He did this scissoring motion with his fingers. That, combined with the way his cock ravaged my pussy, made me detonate.

I came screaming, which Creed quickly smothered with a kiss. His thrusts turned shallow as I clamped around him. Slamming into me one last time, he grunted against my lips as his own release shuddered through him.

Panting, he fell against me, pressing me harder into the wall. He cursed. “I came so hard, my legs almost gave out.”

I snorted and I unlocked my legs from around his waist to stand.

“You have no room to laugh,” he said with a quick peck on my lips.

“All my blood was rushing to my head.”

He chuckled. “Same. It just went to the lower one.”

“Creed!” I tried to chastise, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.





One of the biggest things Logan had taught me was to never let my guard down. I couldn’t afford to with Mr. X still out there. Before the guys had come into my life and planted roots, I’d been sure that would never happen. I hadn’t been able to fathom that I’d ever feel anything other than fear of him appearing at any minute, or that I’d forget the pain of what I had lost for even a moment. But my guys had changed all that. They had brought happiness back into my life.

Unfairly, time slowed with bad moments and sped up with the good. That was one of life’s many harsh lessons I’d learned time and time again. I needed to cherish the moments I felt happy, no matter how short-lived they seemed to be.

Which was why I was smiling, enjoying the lightness in my normally heavy soul as I walked through my front door. My time with Creed in the shower had been playing on repeat in my mind during my entire trip to the grocery store and all the way home.

As soon as I was through the door, I set all the grocery bags I’d decided to lug in one trip so I wouldn’t have to go back out to the car on the coffee table and then went over to the alarm. It was at that instant my short-lived happiness evaporated.

The alarm wasn’t beeping. I always set the alarm. I specifically remembered doing it before I’d headed to the gym.

Panic surged through me as I realized the danger I’d allowed myself to walk into.

I held my breath as I strained to listen for any sign that someone was in the house and pulled my phone from my pocket. I texted Logan. I was tempted to text the guys, but stopped myself. Keelan was the only one home and he was already hurt.

What if it was nothing? What if I hadn’t set the alarm properly? I didn’t want to interrupt their lives any more than I had, especially if this was a false alarm. But what if it wasn’t? I squeezed my phone, torn. I had texted Logan. He’ll have to be enough, I thought as I slid my phone into my pocket.

I need to leave. The door was right behind me. However, my feet stayed planted. Stupidly, I wanted to see. I needed to know for sure if it was a false alarm or if he had found me. I’d never be able to sleep in this house again if I walked out the door right now without knowing for sure.

It was stupid.

Beyond stupid.

But for my sanity, I stayed. As quietly as I could, I crept to the coffee table. Reaching under, my fingers brushed along the underside. My panic increased as I slid my hand from one end of the table to the other, not finding my gun. Quickly, I went over to the TV and found the gun I had hidden there also missing. My heart in my chest was pounding so hard, it felt like it was trying to rip its way out of my chest.

Never mind.

I couldn’t brave this unarmed.

Trying not to breathe, I took a step back toward the door. Then another. A handful of steps and I would reach it.

Shattering my nearly silent attempt at escape, the shrill of a phone ringing went off in my pocket. I didn’t even think of silencing it. What would be the point? I spun on my heel and ran for the door.

I didn’t hear or sense anyone chasing me as I grabbed the door handle. Ripping it open, I felt relieved. That was, until Sheriff McAllister stepped into view, blocking the way out.

“You have a lot of guns for a girl still in high school,” he said, taking a step inside. Like all the times I’d seen him before, he was wearing his crisp uniform.

I had no choice but to retreat backward, further inside my living room and further away from my chance at safety. “What are you doing in my house?”

My stomach sank as he closed the front door behind him. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he stalked across the room toward the couch and took a seat. The predatory confidence he exuded caused my stomach to drop. “I figured we could have that conversation,” he said, draping an arm across the back of the couch.