Page 9 of Creed

“You’re Collins, yeah?” She asks me, her voice soft and sweet. She sounds like a princess when she talks.

I nod, hiccuping in the aftermath of my tears.

“Collins, I’m Ayla.” She smiles, gesturing to the tall man behind her, “And this big guy is my big brother. He tells me you could use some help finding your big brother?”

I nod again, wiping my nose once more.

“Not before I kick his ass,” Bear grumbles from somewhere behind us.

“Bear. Ears.” Ayla scolds and I hide the smile at someone so small telling this big man what to do.

She reaches out, and gently sweeps my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ears. The motion, so motherly for a girl so young, calms some of the fear that was simmering in my belly. She holds out her hand to me as she speaks again. “Let’s just start with getting you out of these woods, okay? If you want, you can hang out with me until we find your brother?”

Her smile is genuine, and I feel slightly more settled in her presence, so I reach a shaky hand and place mine in hers before she pulls me to stand. She studies my face for a moment before she turns to Bear. Something unspoken passes between them before she leads me from the woods and toward their home, Bear trailing behind her.

My nerves are still frazzled as she sets me down on the window nook in her room and I draw into myself once again. After cleaning up my messy face with a warm, wet washcloth, Ayla lets me snuggle into her side as she pulls her fingers through my messy hair, carefully separating the tangles as she goes.

The motion is so comforting that my eyes start to feel heavy and my head droops until it rests on Ayla’s shoulder. Just before I drift off, Bear comes back in and says something in a hushed tone to his sister and moments later I hear the sound of a guitar strumming softly as I drift off to dream, feeling oddly safe and comforted by these two new people in my life as I wait for my brother.

Chapter 4

Creed

(AGE 18)

The chick currently kneeling between my legs is giving an over-enthusiastic, yet less than spectacular blowjob. Her nails are digging a little too hard into my thighs through my jeans and her mouth is oddly dry. She’s got almost no gag reflex, so at least she’s got that going for her. I haven’t had sex in weeks and blowing my load is a fucking need at this point.

Before she has a chance to rub my dick raw with her tongue, I grab a fistful of her long dark hair and pull her mouth from me, her lips coming free with a pop. It’s dark in this janky shed but I catch the look in her eyes that’s practically preening and screaming for approval for the job she’d done. She won’t get it from me.

Without a word, I pull at her hair forcing her to stand. When she does, her eyes drop to my lips like she’s silently asking for me to kiss her. Oh, hell no. She won’t be getting that from me, either.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” I grit out, fisting my erection and giving it a few pumps.

She keeps making these needly little mewling sounds that sound like nails on a chalkboard.

Thinking quick because I need to fucking come and her making noise is not going to help, I clamp a hand over her mouth and lean down, whispering into her ear using all the words I know girls like her love to hear. “Be a good girl for me and keep this pretty little mouth shut.”

It’s not a request, but a command. She shivers at my words as she nods, panting through her nose.

I reach down and lift her little skirt up over her hips and pull her bright red thong to the side. Who the fuck would wear this to a bonfire in the woods? I can’t complain though, she looked hot enough in it and it’s clearly working to both of our benefits right now.

Ah, now I get why she wore it.

I pull a condom out of my wallet and sheath my aching cock. The girl—whatever her name is…Jessica, Jennifer, maybe? —wiggles her ass, pushing back against me, silently begging me to fuck her.

I line myself up with her pussy, but I don’t even get to push inside before the door to the shed bangs open and Janine squeals, quickly righting her skirt and hugging closer to the wall as if she’s trying to disappear. I look over my shoulder to see a panicked looking Asher standing there, Dani right behind him frantically running her fingers through her hair and pointedly looking anywhere but my exposed cock.

“The fuck, Asher?” I growl as I tuck myself back into my jeans before turning to fully face him.

The look on his face doesn’t falter, doesn’t fade, but it almost looks more grave and that has my hackles rising. “What?—”

“I can’t fucking find Collins!” He shouts, tugging at the roots of his hair.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? The fuck did she go?”

“I don’t fucking know, Creed!”

“Again, what the fuck do you mean, Asher? Was she not with you at the fire? Did she wander off?”

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