“Chickenshit!” Creed yelled as Colt headed for the kitchen.
Colt flipped him off. “You’ll realize your mistake when she’s sleeping in my bed tonight and not yours.”
I folded my arms across my chest as I stared at Creed.
Creed looked from his twin to me, taking in my expression. He cursed and scrolled over to The Dark Knight instead.
23
A noise woke me. Or at least, I thought I heard a noise. I sat up from where I lay between Colt and Creed and looked around the dark room. The bedroom door was still shut and I couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Feeling silly, I lay back. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard the doorknob turn. As the door began to open slowly and light from the hall bled into the room, I reached for Creed and Colt. “Wake up,” I whispered, grabbing their shoulders. Before I could shake them, I froze. Their skin was cold and wet.
The door opened wider, casting on us a beam of light. I looked down at my now-wet hands and saw that they were covered in blood. I looked from Colt to Creed, my breathing picking up as my wide eyes took in the horror. Their throats were cut and there was blood down their chests and soaked into the sheets.
“Wake up! Please wake up!” I screamed and shook Creed.
“Shiii…loooh,” a voice sang from the hall just before the light was blocked.
I slowly looked back at the door and there he stood, knife in his hand.
Mr. X.
I shook my head, refusing to believe what I was seeing.
“I found you,” he said and stepped into the room.
“No!”
“No!” I yelled, sitting up.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Colt’s voice filled my ear before his arms wrapped around me.
“Shit, she left her medicine at home last night,” I heard Creed say as the light flicked on.
I saw Colt first and nearly burst into tears. I grabbed his face as I straddled his lap. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” I thanked the universe before kissing him. I ran my hands down his neck and chest, just to make sure. “You were dead,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You both were.”
Colt rubbed his hands up and down my back, soothingly. “It was just a nightmare.”
“This one was probably the worst one I’ve ever had,” I said as I kissed Colt again. This time I ran my tongue along his lips, demanding entry. He put a hand behind my head and opened for me.
The bed dipped and Creed asked, “Do you want to talk?”
I broke the kiss and began to trail my mouth and tongue down Colt’s neck. “After.” I would tell them all about it after. Right now, I needed them. I needed to feel them—to connect with them—and to feel reassured, because the fear of losing them was still making me tremble.
“After?” Creed repeated.
I leaned back a little and pulled off the shirt Creed had lent me to sleep in before we’d climbed into Colt’s bed. I tossed the shirt away and glanced at Creed. “After,” I said again.
Creed’s brows were trying to touch his hairline, but then he recovered. “Alright, after.” He leaned over and kissed me.
Colt’s hands went to my breasts, cupping them as his thumbs brushed over my nipples.
I pulled away from Creed. “I need to tell you something before the three of us have sex.”
Colt looked concerned, but asked, “What is it?”
“I don’t think I’m ready to have anal,” I said.
I received stunned silence before Creed snorted behind me and he rested his forehead on my shoulder as he laughed. Colt was at least fighting not to laugh.
“I’m serious. A threesome can lead to double penetration and I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I said.
Creed erupted with loud laughter and Colt fell back on the bed, covering his face as his body shook.
“Don’t laugh.” Trying not to smile, I playfully hit Colt in the stomach.
Colt flinched. “We’re not laughing at you. We just weren’t expecting you to say that.”
“I want to know how she learned about double penetration,” Creed said as he knelt behind me.
“I did some research,” I grumbled.
Creed moved my hair away from my neck and began kissing me there. “Did it turn you on when you did all this research?”
I tilted my head to give him better access. “Maybe.”
“Did you touch yourself?” he whispered in my ear, making me blush.
“With how red her cheeks are, I’d say that’s a yes,” Colt said, grinning up at me.