Save Me(WITSEC #2)(51)

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His words brought me back to the first time we’d sparred. We had said the same thing to each other.

“I can take you, pretty boy,” I threw over my shoulder.

He chuckled and gripped my hips more firmly. Then he thrust into me.

“Yes!” I cried out.

He continued to pound into me. The sound of my moans and his thighs smacking the back of mine filled the room. I had to put my hand on the headboard to keep myself from falling forward. One of his hands wrapped around to my front and rubbed my clit. I moaned loud because it was just what I needed.

“You keep moaning like that, you’ll wake my brothers, and I didn’t lock the door.” His other hand went to one of my breasts and rubbed my nipple between his fingers. “If they come in here, I’m not stopping. They’ll watch me fuck you.”

The thought of any of them watching this—what we were doing—had me clenching around him.

He groaned. “Does that turn you on? What a naughty girl,” he said with a low voice. “I wonder how much louder I can make you.” He rubbed my clit with more pressure.

I tried to fight back my moans, but the moment I felt my orgasm building, they ripped their way out of me. “Don’t stop!” I begged.

“You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes!”

He didn’t stop. Instead, he made me shatter. My orgasm was so intense I saw spots as I lowered my head back to the mattress. Keelan continued to thrust into me, spurring my orgasm on and on. It was almost too much. My cries were muffled by the mattress until Keelan drove into me one last time, groaning. He pulled out of me and fell onto his back on the mattress, panting.

I stretched my legs out so that I was lying on my stomach, my breathing also labored. “Wow,” I huffed out between breaths.

He gave me this cocksure smirk. “I know.”

I grabbed my pillow and hit him with it as I tried not to laugh.





We were able to sleep for a few more hours before Keelan’s alarm went off. All four of them had to work today. Keelan and I both shuffled into the kitchen holding hands. We both halted when we saw that Colt, Creed, and Knox were already in the kitchen, looking tired and sipping on coffee.

“Good morning,” I said, letting go of Keelan’s hand to go over to the coffee maker.

“You two are up before me?” Keelan said to Colt and Creed. “Did hell freeze over?”

“Couldn’t fall back to sleep after being woken up by Shiloh at three in the morning,” Creed grumbled.

I whirled around. “What?”

Creed rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I thought she was having a nightmare at first.”

“We all did,” Knox said, sounding irritated.

I looked at Keelan. “We weren’t that loud, were we?”

He scratched the side of his neck. “How do I say this…?”

“You’re a screamer, babe,” Colt said as gently as he could.

“I—” I supposed I got loud, especially when I was close to coming. “Um…I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was doing something wrong. I won’t do that anymore.”

“No!” Colt and Keelan shouted at the same time.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Keelan assured me.

Colt nodded. “It’s hot.”

“And don’t stop talking in bed, either. I love that you’re brave enough to do that. Sometimes it can take a while for someone to feel comfortable enough to voice what they want,” Keelan explained.

Creed covered his face, groaning.

Knox slammed his mug down on the counter and stormed out of the room.

I turned back around and poured myself some coffee. Don’t do it. Don’t chase him. I let out an angry grumble and stomped out of the room.

“Good luck,” Keelan said as I left.

I walked into Knox’s room without knocking. I didn’t see him, but saw the bathroom door was open and the light was on. I headed there and stopped in the doorway. Knox was at the sink, arms braced on the counter and his head downcast.

“Knox,” I said.

He tensed up and looked at me through the mirror. “I wouldn’t be around me right now, Shiloh.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t guarantee that I won’t say something that will hurt you,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I supposed it was my risk to take. Stay or go? I wanted to push him like he pushed me all the time. I wanted to demand that he talk to me. But I was scared of the answer he’d give me.

He didn’t chase me.

Did that mean I already had my answer?

I thought it did.

I backed away and left.





19





Later that afternoon, there was a knock on my door. I looked through the peephole and saw that it was a police officer. I cracked the door open and peeked out. “Can I help you?” He was an older cop. Late forties, early fifties. His uniform was slightly different from the other two officers’ I’d seen last night. His looked crisp, almost decorative, and not as worn.

“Are you Shiloh Pierce?” he asked, his cold, honey-colored eyes bouncing all over my face.