Free Me (WITSEC, #4)

by Ashley N. Rostek

She’s as beautiful as I remember, I thought as I watched her walk out of school with her little friend, who had bright green and black hair. My Shiloh had colored hair as well. It was red like blood. It suited her. Blood had always suited her. Especially when it was smeared across her pale, soft skin.

Me: The Sheriff has Colt. I’m sorry I lied. I couldn’t tell you the truth. Logan isn’t coming. Take my car and go to my closest safe house. You know which one I’m talking about, Creed. Directions to it, keys, and cash are in my go bag in the trunk. Leave your phones behind and only use cash if you need to pay for anything. I will get Colt and we will meet you there. I love you.

I smiled. “I know you’re a big strong man and all, but I’ve told you before, you can’t break my vagina.” He just blinked at me. “I mean, you’re welcome to try and—” Knox cut me off by pulling out of me and slamming back in. I let out a whimper. He seemed to enjoy the sound and continued to thrust into me. “Is this the trick to get you to behave?” he asked as he placed kisses down my neck. “I have to fuck the brat out of you?”

“You don’t mind having chocolate-chip pancakes for breakfast, do you?” I grabbed one of the bags of chocolate chips I’d picked up in town and returned to my mixing bowl of batter. Keelan was pouring himself a cup of coffee when he answered, “I don’t think anyone in this family will mind a little bit of chocolate with their breakfast.” I was happy that he was all right with having chocolate-chip pancakes. However, I was irritated by the word little. Sure, half a bag would be the normal batter to chip ratio, but today… I ripped open one end of the bag and the smell of chocolaty goodness filled my nose. It smelled so good my mouth watered. I plucked a chip from the bag and popped it into my mouth. It seemed to melt instantly on my tongue, and I let out a tiny moan-slash-mmm. I ate a couple more chips before dumping the whole bag into the batter and I felt zero remorse about doing it. Feeling like I was being watched, I glanced over my shoulder. Keelan and Knox were staring at me, surprised. “Oh no. I accidentally dumped the whole bag in.” My words came out flat and it was blatantly obvious that I was lying. I gave them a look that dared them to call me out on it. Knox looked like he was fighting not to smile and turned back to face the stove. Keelan did nothing to hide his smile. “If I’d known chocolate made you moan like that, I would have insisted a long time ago that we had it with every breakfast.”

The force behind his thrusts nearly made me go cross-eyed. “Oh, God!” I moaned. He chuckled. “If that’s what you want to call me.” “I wasn’t—” Thrust. “Calling—” Thrust. “You that.” My words came out staggered and breathless. As he continued to pound into me, one of his hands left my hip and he fisted my hair, tugging it just enough to border the edge of pleasure and pain. “I’m the only one fucking you, Shiloh. If you don’t want me to think I’m a god, you better start moaning my name.”

“So in this future you want, how many babies are we having?” Keelan asked. I blushed, blindsided by the question. Keelan’s brows rose. “Would you look at that. I didn’t even say anything dirty.” Their laughter filled the room, and it was beautiful.