Save Me(WITSEC #2)(18)



Colt cursed. “You’re killing me, babe.”

Creed snorted and held out his hand. “Give me your other foot, Shi.”

“Is this a ploy to look up my skirt again?” I asked.

“The first time was an accident, but no,” he said. “There’s no ploy. I just want to get you out of your shoes before you break something.”

I offered him my other foot and he was a gentleman as he removed my pump. Once both of my bare feet were planted on the ground, Colt let me go. Creed stood with my heels in his hand. He held them out to Colt. “I’ll carry her the rest of the way.”

Colt took my pumps and walked ahead of us. Creed easily scooped me into his arms and carried me to his truck, where Colt had the door open for me to climb in. As soon as we pulled away from Ethan’s and I relaxed in the dark backseat, my eyes began to feel heavy. I tried to keep them open, but at some point, I must have drifted. The next thing I knew, we were home and Creed was scooping me out of the truck.

“I don’t want to go home,” I mumbled as I fought to keep my eyes open. “I don’t want to sleep.”

“Want to stay over at our place?” Creed asked.

I snuggled my head against his shoulder. “Okay.”

I was in and out of consciousness as he carried me. I still heard them get their front door open and I felt the temperature change as we went inside.

“You guys are back early,” I heard Keelan say.

“It’s almost one in the morning,” Colt said, followed by the sound of keys being dropped into the bowl they had on a small table by the front door.

“Did she have a good time?” Keelan asked.

“She looked like she had fun,” Colt replied.

“She kicked Ethan’s ass in a drinking game,” Creed said. “She downed some hard liquor without batting an eye.”

“I’m not surprised,” I heard Knox say. “How many girls do you know who can drink straight from a bottle of Jack like they’ve been doing it for years?”

“You guys are talking about me again,” I mumbled.

Creed’s chest shook with silent laughter. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“I am sleeping,” I mumbled, burying my face in his neck. Then I ripped my eyes open. “Wait!” I lift my head off his shoulder. “I don’t want to sleep.”

Creed hoisted me up in his arms and began walking toward the hall that led to their rooms. “Yes, you do. I’m putting both you and Colt to bed.”

I glanced at Colt and he looked really tired as he dragged his feet behind us. Knox and Keelan were standing in the living room, both only wearing shorts with their muscled chests on display, watching us leave.

“You’re both so pretty,” I said as I stared at their abs and the Vs at their hips.

Colt and Creed snorted.

Keelan grinned. “Thanks, baby girl.”

Knox actually smiled. “Sounds like she had a really good time tonight.”

“You’re drooling, Shi,” Creed teased.

I touched my mouth. “No, I’m not!”

They all chuckled, which made me roll my eyes. Keelan gave me a little wave. “Goodnight, Shiloh.”

I rested my head back on Creed’s shoulder. “Night.”

Colt followed us into Creed’s room. Creed laid me on the bed and I curled up to go to sleep. Panic hit me and I shot up. “I don’t want to sleep.”

Colt plopped down on the bed next to me and began unbuttoning his shirt as he toed off his shoes. “We’re going to bed, babe.”

Creed opened his dresser and pulled out a navy T-shirt and handed it to me. “This might be more comfortable to sleep in.”

I let out a groan and made my exhausted butt stand. The room started spinning and I was reminded that I was drunk.

Creed caught me as I started to tilt to the side.

I got my feet planted to steady me. “Thank you,” I said and held the shirt out to him. “Can you hold this?”

He took it back with a confused look. I pulled one arm out of one sleeve, then, using my teeth, I pulled my other arm out of the other sleeve. I realized I had a problem when I found my arms stuck in the middle of the skintight dress. I let out a frustrated whine and looked at Creed. “I’m stuck.”

He looked like he was trying not to laugh. “I can see that.”

“Can you help me?” I asked.

“You’re naked under that dress,” Colt reminded me.

“I don’t care.” I really didn’t. Not with how buzzed I was at the moment. All shyness and modesty had left the building. “Just help me get out of this.”

Creed leaned down and grabbed the bottom of my dress. He got it up to my neck and I helped him get my head through the top. I sighed, happy to be free, as my hair fell to my bare shoulders.

Colt groaned before standing. He busied himself with taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. Creed’s gaze took in every inch of me, unabashed. I let him look for a moment, liking the way it felt to be ogled and the heat that filled his eyes. “Do you want to give me the shirt back?” I asked him.

He shook his head slightly, unable to take his eyes off me. “Not really, no.”

“Creed,” Colt admonished.

“Fine,” Creed grumbled and handed me the shirt.

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