Save Me(WITSEC #2)(9)

Colt’s eyes bored into mine. “Are you sure?”

They were the only good part of my life, especially right now. I trusted them. My feelings for them grew with each moment we spent together. I was ready and wanted to connect with them in every way possible. “Yes,” I said, releasing his hand.

Creed’s fingers slid up my thigh and grasped the end of my shirt. He pulled it up and out from under Colt’s hand until the shirt bunched around my ribs. Creed released the shirt to slide his hand under it. I inhaled deeply as his warm palm cupped my breast.

Colt watched my face, taking in my reaction to Creed touching me. He didn’t look away as he trailed his fingers lower and lower until he reached the band of my underwear. Creed brushed his thumb over my nipple at the same time Colt’s fingers dipped into my underwear and smoothed over my mound. Colt’s middle finger pressed down on my clit and began rubbing circles over it, while Creed tweaked and tugged on my nipple. I grabbed Colt’s bicep as my breaths turned into pants. Colt added pressure to his circling that coaxed little whimpers from me and I closed my eyes to chase the pleasure.

A hand came up under my chin. “Don’t close your eyes,” Colt said in a deep, husky voice.

I forced them open, meeting his hooded aquamarines as his middle finger glided away from my clit to my wet core. Battling to keep my eyes open, my brow furrowed as his finger dipped inside me slowly. He brought the heel of his palm down on my clit as he withdrew his finger and pushed back in. He repeated the process over and over again. I let out a moan when his pumping finger was joined by a second.

Creed continued to tease my nipple and massage my breast. Brushing his nose along the shell of my ear, he whispered, “I could cum to the sounds you make.”

His words made me shiver, which caused me to bump my sensitive clit against the heel of Colt’s hand. It felt good. Too good. So I did it again and again, rocking my hips and grinding that little bud of nerves against his palm.

Creed’s hand moved to my other breast. “That’s it, Shi. Ride his fingers.”

A groan escaped me, and Colt cut it off with a kiss. His tongue briefly touched mine before he pulled away. “I think she likes it when you whisper filthy things in her ear. She squeezes around my fingers every time.” He curled said fingers inside me and hit a spot that made my toes curl and a pressure build at the base of my spine.

“Do that again,” I begged.

A grin tugged at the corners of Colt’s mouth. “This?” He curled his fingers as he pumped them inside me and hit that perfect spot again.

“Yes!” I cried out.

Creed chuckled behind me. “Do you want to cum, Shi?” he asked as his hand left my breast and moved down.

“Yes,” I panted.

As if in sync, Colt moved the heel of his palm away from my clit just as Creed slid his fingers over it. Creed began working that little spot with vigor.

“Please don’t stop,” I pleaded as my orgasm built and built until it erupted. “Please. Don’t. Stop.” My entire body shuddered as the best feeling in the world rippled through me in intense waves.

Once my orgasm faded, Colt pulled his fingers out of me and out of my underwear. Creed didn’t move. He continued to hold his fingers over my pulsing clit.

Breathing heavily, I watched as Colt put his fingers inside his mouth and sucked them clean.

“Do I taste good?” I asked.

Colt gave me a smirk that was proud and sinful. “Yes, you do.”

I grabbed Creed’s hand and pulled it out from my underwear. I brought it up to my mouth. Colt’s smirk dropped and heat filled his eyes as I licked the tip of one of Creed’s fingers. I tasted kind of sweet. I took the rest of Creed’s finger into my mouth and sucked it clean like Colt had done to his fingers.

They both groaned.

“Cheese and fucking rice,” Creed cursed. As soon as his finger was free from my mouth, he pulled his hand away and rolled onto his back. He ran his hands down his face. “That was hot as hell, yet so, so mean to do when I’m trying to be good.”

I looked at Colt. “Did I do something wrong?”

Colt shook his head. “Ignore him.” He pulled me with him as he also rolled onto his back. “Let’s try and get some rest.”

I was really relaxed now, almost euphoric. Getting comfortable, I laid my head on his chest and draped my arm across his stomach. After closing my eyes, I eventually drifted off.





My nails tore into the wallpaper as Mr. X dragged me down the hall. I let out another pain-riddled scream, despite knowing that no one could hear me. That knowledge had been proven when our neighbors hadn’t come running to my earlier screams. Our houses were just too far apart.

I tried to kick my legs free, but Mr. X’s grip was too strong, and his steps didn’t slow. I was so focused on trying to grab a hold of anything that came into reach that I didn’t realize we were passing Shayla’s body until I felt something wet seep into the back of my clothes. At the sight of her pink hair, my throat closed, and I began choking on my sobs. I grabbed her hand as it came into reach, desperately hoping to find some flicker of life still left in her. When both of our eyes were level with each other, I saw hers were open and vacant.

“No!” ripped out of me. “Shayla!” I wailed, squeezing her hand as Mr. X continued to pull me away from her and into my bedroom.