Love Me (WITSEC #3)(43)

“What—” In a panic, I tried to sit up. Keelan’s arm around me held me still.

“Relax, Shi,” he said and pulled his fingers from me.

“Why does it feel like I peed?”

“You didn’t. I made you squirt. That’s why everything feels wet.”

“Why?” was all I could think of to say. I knew what squirting was and never thought it would happen to me, which was why I still wasn’t sure if I should be embarrassed or not.

“Because I wanted to make you feel good and because it was hot as fuck,” he replied as he brought his drenched hand to his mouth. He gave his fingers a quick lick and closed his eyes. “You taste so sweet. Next time we do that, I’m going to bury my face in that pussy and lick every inch of you clean.”

And just like that, any hint of embarrassment vanished, and I was ready to go again. Only this time I wanted him inside of me. I tapped the arm around me so he would let me sit up. “Well, so far you’ve delivered on the filthy part,” I said over my shoulder.

He gave me a cocky smirk. “I’m not done with you yet.”





12





Tuesday morning, on the way to school, Colt was quiet as he drove. Actually, he had been quiet since he’d come home from swim practice last night. At dinner, he had seemed lost in his thoughts as he’d pushed around his food.

I had put my hand on his knee under the table. When that had gotten his attention and while his brothers had been engaged in a discussion, I asked him in a low voice, “Are you all right?”

He had perked up a little. “I’m worn out from practice. I think I might just go to bed,” he had said before pushing back his chair to get up from the table.

After Colt had retreated to his room, I had noticed the table had gone quiet. I’d glanced at Colt’s brothers and seen them exchange looks.

Seeing the question written on my face, Knox had been the one to answer. “Colt can be very hard on himself.”

“He doesn’t like to let down those he cares about,” Keelan had added, and I had found that neither of what they had said made sense.

“It’s not going to let anyone down to quit,” Creed had said.

“You felt the same not that long ago,” Knox had pointed out. “He needs time, like you did.”

“It’s different for him and you know it,” Creed had argued. “He’ll stay on the team no matter how much he hates it. He needs to drop the golden-boy act and just be who he wants to be instead of what others expect him to be—or if we’re being transparent, what Dad wanted him to be.”

“Creed,” Keelan had chastised.

“You know it’s true,” Creed had snapped. “For as long as I can remember, he has bent over backward to please Dad. He was afraid Dad would check out again like he did after Mom died if he disappointed him. To an extent, I was guilty of that, too, because I also had that fear, but in the end, it didn’t matter. Dad’s gone. Yet Colt still acts that way. It’s like he’s been doing it for so long, he doesn’t know any other way to act. And it’s eating him up on the inside.”

As they had volleyed back and forth, I’d sat there silently, piecing together the information.

After we parked in the school parking lot, I overheard Creed mumble to Colt as I climbed out of the car, “If you want to quit, then quit. No one is—”

“Don’t,” Colt snapped. After he climbed out, he slammed the car door shut and stormed for the school’s entrance without us.

Frowning, I glanced at Creed as I rounded the car. He rolled his eyes at his twin and held out his hand to me. “Let’s go.”

Once inside, Creed veered off toward his locker and I caught up with Colt by ours. His body was stiff as he pulled the textbooks out for our first class. Feeling unsure, I reached out to touch his back, and as my fingers brushed his lower spine, someone behind me coughed, “Whore.” Laughter echoed off the hall walls.

I spun around to find Cassy, Amber, their friend Sam, Gabe, and a few of his teammates standing in a group a few meters away. All of them were staring in my direction.

Colt wrapped an arm around my middle and his chest pressed against my back. “Ignore them.”

Creed joined us, with Ethan and Isabelle right behind him. Creed’s stare was indifferent as he eyed Cassy and the rest of them.

“It is way too early to be dealing with their shit,” Ethan said, blocking my view of them.

Isabelle came to stand next to Ethan, also blocking my view. “They’re miserable and have to make everyone else miserable as well.”

I looked from Creed to Ethan to Isabelle and realized that they had formed a wall between me and Cassy’s clique. I smiled, despite the uncomfortable situation that stood on the other side of them, because I truly had amazing friends.





We were ordering food tonight. Knox was working late. Apparently, a good number of people had applied for the front desk position, and he had scheduled a bunch of them to come in and interview today, Isabelle included. So it was just four of us eating together tonight. Keelan had put in an order to the diner after Colt had texted, telling us that he was on his way home from practice.

Creed, Keelan, and I were sitting in the living room when Colt walked through the door. Right away, I could tell he was upset, and it was more so than he had been after practice yesterday. “Hi,” I greeted with a hint of hesitation.