Page 44 of WITSEC
“You’re not the only one,” Creed grumbled as Colt sighed and took a seat next to his twin.
“I love you, brother, but I can’t let you outdo me,” Keelan said in a way that seemed lighthearted, yet held a hint of seriousness.
Knox folded his arms over his bare chest and the corner of his mouth twitched as he stared back at Keelan. “Good luck.”
Keelan gave him a downright feral grin before coming to me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my bedroom. I noticed a determined look on his face as he shut the bedroom door and took me into the bathroom. It seemed my jokester of a boyfriend was gone.
He let go of my hand to turn on the shower and I leaned against the sink. “I don’t know if I should be upset or not that you two are competing over sex with me.”
His back was to me, but I still heard him huff a laugh. He reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off, revealing all his pretty tattoos. When he turned to face me, that determined expression was gone and a sexy smirk had taken its place. Heerased the space between us and set his hands on the edge of the sink on either side of my hips, caging me. “We’re competing at who can love you better.”
“You mean who can fuck me better,” I corrected.
“It really is the same thing because competition or not, we love you,” he said and frowned a little. “You do realize you’ll be benefiting the most from all of this, right?”
I arched a brow. “That’s why I don’t know if I should be upset.”
That made him laugh and he dropped his hands from the sink. He grabbed the end of Knox’s shirt and tilted his head toward the now-steaming shower. “Let’s get in.”
I lifted my arms above my head so he could remove the shirt. I climbed into the shower first while he removed the rest of his clothes. The warm water relaxed me a little. As soon as Keelan got in, his only focus was washing me. He shampooed and conditioned my awful pink hair. He took his time massaging my scalp while he did it. As he washed my body, he rubbed soapy fingers into the tight muscles in my back, shoulders, and legs.
“It’s okay to be angry,” he said as he was kneeling in front of me, kneading the back of my calf. “You have every right to be and it’s normal to feel this way given what you’ve been through.”
“This feels like more than a stage of grief,” I said.
He stood up and stared down at me with a serious expression. “Maybe it is more. But anger is anger. You may feel stronger because of it, but it’s a hard emotion to control. Anger can make you do and say things you will regret.”
I knew that. I just didn’t understand why he was telling me. Taking over the washing, I poured some shampoo in my hand and pushed up on my tiptoes to wash his hair. “Are you worried I’ll hurt any of you out of anger?”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his naked chest. “No. I just…” He let out a sigh. “Logan isangry and that rage he’s carrying around is fueling his need for revenge.”
“You think I’m going to run off and go seek revenge on Mr. X?”
“I think if I had not stopped you, you would have tried to kill X in your nightmare.”
I didn’t deny it. That had been my intention. “Why did you stop me?”
“Because I was scared you’d run into the furniture and hurt yourself,” he said as he let me go to rinse out his hair.
I began washing his body after soaping up a washcloth. “I don’t have the desire to go out and hunt down Mr. X like my uncle,” I said as I ran the cloth over his tattooed skin. “But if he showed up here and he tried to hurt any of you…” I hated even thinking about it, let alone talking about it. “I’ve already tried to kill him once. I’ll try again. The only change I’ll make next time is I’ll aim my gun a little higher.”
“Hopefully there won’t be a next time.”
“I hope that, too.” Instead of using the washcloth, I used my soapy hand to clean his already-hard cock. I wrapped my hand around his base and stroked down to his tip.
He let out a hiss and stared down between us. I dropped the washcloth and used my other hand to cup his balls as I continued to stroke him.
He put his hand on the wall and he leaned back into the water so the soap would wash away from his body. “Does this mean you’re not angry anymore?”
“I’m absolutely pissed.” I gave him a firm stroke, making his breath hitch and his hips jut forward, seeking more. “But I’m not pissed at you,” I added and dropped to my knees. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock before sucking him into my mouth.
He let out a curse and his hand went to the back of my head. “I love this side of you.”
I released him just long enough to ask, “What side would that be?” And then I slid him back into my mouth to take him in as far as I could.
His head lolled back as he let out a breathy grunt. “I love all of you, but when you bring out this naughty minx side of yours—ah—fuck!”
I made him stumble on his words as I took him deep again. His fingers fisted my hair, and he rocked his hips back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, kissing the back of my throat each time.
