Page 21 of Save Me

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.

I put it on and it covered me to mid-thigh. Stripped down to his boxers, Colt pulled back the black covers on Creed’s bed and climbed in. He patted the mattress in the middle. “Come to bed.”

He sounded so tired, I didn’t have the heart to argue. I started to crawl toward the middle and Creed cursed behind me. On my hands and knees, I looked back at him. “What?”

“I think you’re trying to torture me,” he said as he raked his fingers through his hair. “You got that beautiful ass in the air. Have you already forgotten you don’t have any underwear on?”

I had forgotten. I was already somewhat turned on from how he’d looked at me naked. Taking in how affected he was now seeing my most private parts sent an achy pressure between my legs. “Oops.” I bit my lip as I sat down on my butt.

“It’s not funny, Shi,” Creed grumbled.

I tried not to smile and failed. “I’m sorry.” I didn’t sound very sincere even to my own ears.

Creed looked like he was fighting back a smile. “You’re a little tease when you’re drunk.”

I pulled on a curl, feeling a tiny bit shy. “What if I wasn’t teasing?”

Creed ran his hands down his face as he cursed again. “How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You two are killing me,” Colt said and grabbed my hand. “Lay down, please.”

I frowned. “They have a name for what you’re doing.”

Creed erupted with laughter. His body shook so hard he was bent over with his hands on his knees.

Colt looked like he wanted to laugh, too. “Babe,” he said gently. “We are trying to be respectable boyfriends who do right by their girlfriend. Don’t make it harder on us, please.”

How could I argue with that? I slid under the blankets and Colt wrapped his arm around me.

I watched Creed as he stripped down to his boxer briefs with zero shame. “Like what you see?” he asked me as he tossed his clothes in his laundry basket.

I propped my head up on my hand. “It’s only fair. You looked your fill when I was naked.”