Keelan’s hold on me tightened a little and my gut told me he knew.
When Creed stayed tight-lipped, Knox looked back at Colt. “Take off your shirt.”
Colt’s Hulk side came to the surface and he stared down his older brother. “I’m not doing that.”
Knox walked toward Colt, eyes burning with anger. I jerked away from Keelan and stepped in front of Knox, blocking him from getting any closer to Colt. I locked my gaze with his. “Colt and I had sex. What Creed was referring to on Colt’s back are the scratches I put there when we did.”
I hadn’t thought he could look any angrier, but I was wrong. Without a word, he stormed off, and a few seconds later we all heard his bedroom door slam shut.
“Nice going, asshole,” Colt snapped at his twin.
Creed rubbed his hands down his face. “That was totally my bad.” He looked at me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that. I’m only used to sharing with Colt.” He gestured to Keelan. “This is going to take some getting used to.”
I nodded. I understood there would be a lot of trial and error with this type of relationship. I glanced at Keelan, feeling nervous. Questions like Will he still want me? popped into my head.
His expression was schooled. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I wondered. He reached for me and pulled me back into his arms. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Yes.”
Someone came up behind me and kissed my head. “Goodnight, babe,” Colt said, and as I looked back at him, he was already heading toward his room.
Creed took that opportunity to grab my face and kiss the heck out of me. “Goodnight,” he said, pulling away and leaving for his room, too.
Keelan led me to his room. It was neat, and he had a connected bathroom. His bed was very big and the linen on his bed was a very dark red. “I thought Knox’s favorite color was red,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He smiled as he approached me. “It is. It just happens to be my favorite color, too.” He kissed my forehead. “Let’s get ready for bed.”
And that was what we did. Keelan got me a glass of water to take my medicine. Just like Colt had done, he watched me take it. I had barely climbed into his bed when he pulled me to him and snuggled me from behind.
“There we go,” he said and yawned.
I closed my eyes, smiling.
18
I startled awake with a pounding heart. I sat up, rubbing my chest. I was scared but didn’t know why. Had I been dreaming? Had I had a nightmare?
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Keelan asked, his voice heavy with sleep, and sat up with me. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“I can’t remember.”
“It’s alright. Let’s lay back down and I’ll hold you.”
I nodded, lying back with him. He tucked me close and I rested my head on his bare chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The moonlight shining through his window was enough light to show his tattoos. I ran my fingers over one above his hip. Then trailed them to the one under his belly button. The muscles in his stomach went taut.
“If you keep touching me like that, I’ll never fall back to sleep,” he said, his voice sounding more awake.
I smiled to myself. “Since you’re awake, maybe you can tell me the dirty things you think of when you look at me.” I didn’t know if it was because I was half asleep or the medicine I was on, but I was feeling very brave at the moment.
He stilled beneath me. “I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
“Hmm,” I hummed. “Then can I tell you the dirty things I think of?”
His chest shook with silent laughter. “I’d love to hear them.”
I tapped my finger below his belly button. “I want to kiss you right here.”
“You can kiss me anywhere you want to.”
I took that as an invitation and scooted down the bed and settled between his legs. I planted an open-mouth kiss below his belly button, then tapped his hip. “Can I kiss you here?”
He put an arm behind his head as he stared down at me. “Like I said, anywhere.”
I planted a kiss on his hip and trailed my mouth along the waistband of his pants to the center. Looking up at him, I asked, “What if I want to kiss you lower?”
He stroked his fingers along my cheek. “Have you ever done that before?”
I shook my head. “Will you let me?”
“Will I let you?” He huffed a laugh. “That’s a silly question, baby girl.”