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“That’s it,” he encouraged.
I was embarrassed to look at the others. But their silence as they watched tempted me. I glanced at Colt first. He was leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. His gaze was fixed on me and the way my body writhed. I looked at Knox and Keelan next. Both were relaxed back on the couch, their eyes slightly hooded as they watched me.
Once that first moan left me, it was like a door had been broken down. As Creed made the pressure build and build between my legs, the more moans slipped past my lips. My body shook. My back arched. My nails dug into the wood floor. I needed something, anything to hold onto to anchor me. As I felt the finish line approaching, I lost control and began rocking my hips.
“Do you want to come, Shi?” Creed asked.
I didn’t want to answer.
Creed’s fingers stilled.
I smacked the floor. “Yes!”
Creed’s fingers started moving again. “Does it turn you on to have us all watch you like this?”
I really didn’t want to answer that, but I really, really didn’t want him to stop. “Yes,” I whispered.
“A little louder,” Creed demanded.
I groaned out in both pleasure and frustration. I was right there, right on the edge. “Yes.”
The moment the word left me, the pace he was rubbing my clit picked up and I came. Release rippled through me, making my whole body shudder and me cry out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” It was probably because it was the last word I’d said and coming made my brain short-circuit.
As my orgasm settled, Creed pulled his hands from my clothes and rolled me over onto my back. I didn’t resist. My body felt weak and all I could think of doing was breathing. He climbed over me and kissed me. I was so lost in the euphoric aftermath that everything ceased to exist except what I was feeling. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back, needing him close, needing all of him.
Right away, I knew he was holding back, and out of desperation, I flipped us so he was sitting with me straddling his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair before tugging on it while I stroked his tongue with mine. His groan rumbled in his chest. The sound fed into my desire, making me crave more to the point I started grinding my extremely sensitive clit against his rock-hard cock.
Creed grabbed my upper arms and poorly tried to pull away. In between kisses he said, “Shi, if we don’t stop, I really am going to fuck you.”
I wondered why that was a bad thing as I continued to kiss him. Then hands grabbed me under my arms and lifted me up from Creed’s waist.
“That’s enough for tonight.” The sexy, grumbly voice told me it was Knox who’d picked me up. He handed me over to Keelan, who scooped me up like a bride.
“Not cockblocking you, little brother,” Keelan shot over his shoulder as he carried me away. “Just trying to prevent any regret she might have later.”
Breathing heavily, Creed nodded.
Keelan carried me to my room and set me down near the entrance to the bathroom. “Want to lay down or take a shower?”
Now that I had some distance from Creed, I was a little clearer-headed and I remember my reasons for not wanting to have sex. “I’ll take a shower,” I said. “Thank you for stopping me.”
Keelan gave me an adoring look before he leaned down to kiss me. “Of course, baby girl.”
Chapter Twelve
The dayafter our game of Twister, I tried calling Logan. It rang once and then my call was sent to voicemail. I took that as a sign that he might be alive. It was disappointing that he hadn’t at least called me to see if I was okay, but I guessed he could have checked my GPS tracker and seen that I was here. Instead of wasting his time on me, he was probably busy doing what I had asked him.Focus on finding him.
I left him a short message. “As you probably already know, I’m safe. Please call me.”
Another three days passed after that, and I checked the burner phone multiple times every day to see if he had called. He hadn’t. Not hearing his voice and confirming that he was all right was extremely hard. Not knowing about Isabelle was driving me crazy, too.
The temptation to call her, call Ethan or Ian was so difficult to ignore. But I did it. Every day. To keep us safe, I had to. I tried to tell myself ignorance was bliss. That worked sometimes.
I continued to have nightmares of Mr. X finding us and killing the guys every night. I’d wake up screaming or crying andpissed off. I was tired of it and angry at myself for the helpless part I played in my dreams every time.
It was currently the middle of the night, and I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that I was afraid to sleep like I used to be. Nope. I was too pissed off to sleep. I kept mentally going over what I would have done differently in my previous nightmares if they had been real. It was pointless. Nightmares were not something I could control, but I couldn’t help but waste my time fussing over them.
Giving up on sleep, I very quietly and carefully snuck out from between Colt and Creed and off the bed. I thankfully didn’t wake them when I left the room.