Page 83 of The Secret of Pain

"Be good, boys and girls. Don't do anything I wouldn't." Colt belts out a laugh as he climbs into his truck, and Bauer waves before he drives off. We get into my car and Creek puts his hand on my thigh, fingers stroking the soft skin as I start to drive, the heat increasing already.

"You better be ready to finish what you start," I purr, my eyes focused on the road ahead but my body completely attuned to the man beside me.

"Don’t I always, beautiful?” Creeks asks, licking his lips as his hand squeezes my bare thigh. I’m suddenly more than happy with my decision to wear shorts today. My apartment isn’t far off, but maybe he can get an A for effort.

“Yes, but this is going to be cutting it close. There’s barely ten minutes left before we reach my building. I doubt you could make me come in that sort of time.” I shrug because we could always play catch up once we get home.

“Is that a challenge?” he asks me, determination in his tone.

“It is what it is, Creek. You can’t…” One long finger slides up the leg of my shorts and breaches my entrance without hesitation, making me lose my grip on the steering wheel.

“Holy shit, warn a girl before you do that.” I moan as he drags my juices from the opening to my clit and rubs in deliberate circles until my legs begin shaking.

“Still think I’m at a disadvantage, here? That I’m not up to the challenge?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, pushing two digits inside me, my eyes losing their focus, my legs spreading wider still to accommodate his movements.

“I—no—um.” I’m an incoherent mess by the time he pinches my clit and leans in to suck on the column of my neck. I close my eyes for the briefest of seconds but it’s enough to make us swerve. Luckily, Creek has better reflexes than I do right now and brings us back to the correct side of the road.

With less than five minutes before we get home, Creek has a thumb on my clit and two fingers inside me, pumping against my walls and sucking on my neck, urging me to pull over.

And I do, because I don’t want to die in the middle of an orgasm, although there are worse ways to go, I suppose. Once we’re safely parked on the side of the road, I let my head fall back and give Creek more room to maneuver.

“Fates, that feels so good,” I moan, my hands gripping the steering wheel like my life depends on it.

With a quick flick of his thumb on my clit and two pumps of his fingers inside me, I arch off the seat and let out a cry of pleasure, Creek never relenting the pressure, riding out the orgasm along with me.

I can’t breathe.

My chest heaves and my breath is coming in hard, broken pants. Meanwhile, Creek is watching me, slowly circling my clit and spreading my juices all around my pussy, a satisfied grin planted on his lips.

“Gloating is not a good look on you, Creek,” I tell him, barely able to speak and lying through my teeth. There is no look he can’t pull off, but that’s beside the point right now.

Bringing his cum-covered fingers to his mouth, he licks them, one by one, a glint of pride shining in his beautiful green eyes.

“Like I said, beautiful, I always finish what I start.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Dinner last night was full of love and laughter, and it hurt my heart to see that beneath it all, Colt was hurting. It makes me so angry that the Hunters’ ways are the way they are. That no one believes in what once was or sees what could be if we stopped fighting each other.

Do the rogues still need dealing with? Of course, but the rest? Imagine how much more peaceful life would be if we could all live together harmoniously like our ancestors did before the Hunters decided for whatever reason to change it all up.

I vow, here, for him, for me, for any others who have fallen short because of this insanity, that I will find a way to end it. Even if it takes me another twelve lifetimes.

I climb out of bed and open the curtains, stretching as the sun creeps up into the sky, painting it pink. Thinking about my dreams last night, I feel settled from the onslaught of memories. Fights, love, travel, happiness, and more sadness and pain than I want to think about, but I’m finally starting to feel like my old self. More confident, more self-assured. The knowledge that no matter the enemy, I have people on my side and the skill set to keep us alive, even if I need a little help sometimes. I know I don’t know everything yet, but I feel like I know enough that I can finally start to be a help, rather than a hindrance. I’ve no doubt Bauer will be more than pleased for me to stop pestering him with questions.

I throw on shorts and a cropped T-shirt, wanting to enjoy the last warm days of the year. With fall basically here, the weather could change at any moment and plunge us into its freezing depths.

I pull my hair back, preparing to be pulled into the kitchen with Maddie because she loves it when she can gossip with us. I know how much she misses my mom, and I'd probably rather be in there with her than dealing with the guys.

Another barbecue she said. Even more people this time.

I roll my eyes but smile; her heart’s in the right place at least. Though my dad is going to be grumpy as shit. He was bad enough that the three of us were making a fuss last night, cooking him steak, giving him presents. Apparently, he's too old for presents, but I still saw how much he liked the Desert Eagle that Creek helped me find for him.

I bounce down the stairs, and find Creek, Maddie, and Nate already down here. I guess I got up later than I realized. "Morning, beautiful," Creek says as I approach and pulls me in for a chaste kiss.

"Morning yourself." I smile up at him, kissing him on the cheek again before heading over and hugging Maddie and Nate.

"You're in a good mood this morning," Maddie coos and steals another hug, making me smile.

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