Chapter 45 #2
“They’re perfect,” I tell him, my voice betraying me and breaking before I can finish the words.
His soulful eyes find mine. “They’re us.”
Carefully, Riley wraps his arms around Creed and me, pulling us into a vertical cuddle puddle. They’re my favorite kind because often I can’t tell whose limbs belong to whom, just content to be feeling both of them beneath my fingertips and in my arms.
I shift to look up, and I’m graced with an excellent view of his sharp jawline as he tips his head to place a kiss so sweet against Creed’s lips. It’s soft and innocent. He’s declared that he’s not the old Riley, but at his core, he will always be our soft and sweet boy.
Watching them love on one another in public, I can’t help the way I throb and ache for them. Anytime these men are in close proximity, I come close to combusting.
They’re two of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.
They’re together.
And now we need to get the fuck out of here because I need them.
I’m so lost in my lusty daydreams that I’m startled when Riley’s soft lips press against mine. I hum against his mouth, desperate for more, but this is absolutely not the place to climb him like a tree.
“I think we need to get the fuck out of here.” Creed drops his forehead to Riley’s temple. “Can we get his aftercare shit, please?” he calls over his shoulder a second later.
There’s a bit of an awkward silence before Mara reappears around the corner, cheeks as red as her hair.
“Um, no, yeah, totally,” she stutters, pulling an instruction card and a tin of tattoo protectant from beneath the counter before handing them to Riley, giving an abbreviated rundown of how to care for his tattoos.
“I know this is super nerdy and not at all professional, but…” She trails off, then produces a Dark Sins Tee from behind the desk, and Creed chuckles at the sight of it. “Can I…?”
One signed shirt and a photo op later, we head out of the shop, promising to come back for more ink. “I think the three of you are perfect together, by the way.”
I pause in the doorway at her words and look at her over my shoulder. I’m not sure how to react to it because the world knows that Creed had claimed the anonymous version of me on stage, but nobody except for our chosen family knows about the three of us being together.
Mara’s expression remains sweet and neutral as she makes a zipping, then locking motion with her fingers across her lips.
“Not my secret to share if it’s not public knowledge.
I’ve got three of my own, and they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
” She smiles as she casts a quick glance at a framed picture of her with three men on the wall next to her.
“I’m proud of them and proud to be theirs. ”
I offer her a genuine smile just as Creed calls my name and Riley steps up to me, his hand touching my waist. Not coaxing me out the door, but to keep a little connection to me in public.
A smile tugs at my lips. “I know what that feels like.”
I wave as I let Ri lead me from the shop and down the steps.
“Everything okay?” Creed asks, holding the passenger door open for me to climb in.
There’s a lightness added to my already heightened mood, and I glance at the men beside me as Riley pops his head between the two front seats. “Better than okay,” I say, feeling a little breathless. “Let’s get home. I have an idea, but first,” I pant, “I need…”
Riley curses, and Creed chuckles as he waits for security to escort us out and onto the highway. “I know exactly what you need, Stardust.”
His hand dives between my thighs and pushes beneath my leather skirt with a promise to make me come at least twice before we pull into the garage. I didn’t doubt it, but arguing with him just to make him prove a point is too fun to pass up, especially when orgasms are involved.
I’m well on my way to my third orgasm by the time Creed cuts the engine, and I’m climbing over the seat and into the back to climb into Riley’s lap.
My lips are on his in an instant, and my fingers fumble with his zipper.
I’m goddamned delirious with need because Creed’s out of the car and climbing into the back seat a second later, helping himself to devouring my neck and shoulders.
Kissing, licking, nipping, and sucking anywhere his sinful lips can reach, really.
“This fucking button,” I grind out, my hands fumbling and desperate to get to the glorious cock that lay behind his jeans.
“Need some help with that?” Riley hums into my neck, and Creed’s laugh breaks into a moan as Ri reaches between us to grip his jeans. With a steady hand, he snaps the button open with a swift flick of his wrist.
Of course he’s gone commando today, so his thick, veiny cock is already straining for freedom the moment the fly comes free. The skin sheathing his girthy length does nothing to hide the stream of precum that leaks from the tip.
My eyes are trained on Riley’s hand, his new tattoo on display since Mara took the time to place the second skin protectant over it carefully.
I can’t focus on anything other than the way it looks as he grips his cock.
He gives it a few long, firm strokes that have Creed hissing all kinds of lewd curses as he watches us.
His chest is heaving, and the windows are quickly fogging with the three of us breathing so heavily.
I glance at Riley from beneath my lashes to see him blushing hard and biting his lip.
“Get over here, Snow,” he whispers, his eyes heavily hooded as he adjusts his position in the seat, spreading his thighs as wide as they can manage.
I don’t hesitate. Creed pulls down the straps of my top to expose my breasts as I line myself up and sink slowly onto Riley’s cock. Bracing myself on his knees, I lose myself in the feeling of being so full, so thoroughly worshipped by my men that there’s no room for thought.
Thoughts can come later.
I need to come now.
Creed's fingers tangle in my hair as he tugs my head back and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. The fact that I’m actively moving and grinding against Riley doesn’t deter him from chasing my flesh with his tongue and teeth.
Riley’s mouth joins Creed’s on the same breast, and I tug against Creed’s grip on me so I can look down. He relents, and I’m gifted with the view of them locking eyes as their tongues brush.
“Fuck,” I moan, my pussy squeezing around Riley, which creates a chain reaction of grunts and growls and whimpering sounds between the three of us. One of them presses their thumb against my clit, and the pressure alone sends me careening over the edge.
I was already worked up and ready to explode before we got here. Riley is right behind me as the sexiest moan tumbles from his full lips, and his cock pulses deep inside of me as he comes.
I’m oversensitive and feeling fully satiated by the time I slump against Riley’s chest as he starts to rub soothing circles over my back.
Before I can try to conjure the words to thank either of them for indulging my horny, needy ass, Creed kisses me and tucks my straps back into place before handing a spare shirt to Riley that he pulled from somewhere within the vehicle to help clean the leaky mess that our combined releases have caused.
Three swipes are about all he can tolerate before Riley gently pushes me away, because apparently, my movements were tickling his oversensitive skin.
Once we’re as clean as we can be, the three of us stagger from the car, happy laughter bubbling up from each of us.
Luckily, Asher and Blair were not home, on account of Blair wanting to hunt for their own home nearby.
Ash was reluctant, but Blair’s argument for not walking in on seeing any of our bare asses “going at it” on any given day was enough to get him out the door at least.
The three of us collectively decide to go for a swim since we need to strip down and dump our clothes in the wash anyway.
It may be cooler outside, but thankfully, the pool is heated.
Creed and Riley are lounging in pool rafts, facing one another with their feet resting on the opposite floatie, keeping themselves interlocked.
They look so fucking sexy, lounging in the sun with nothing but a short pair of trunks and sunglasses.
My belly swoops in an instant because holy shit, these men are all mine.
I swim up to them and prop myself between Creed’s parted thighs.
“So,” Creed starts, pushing his sunglasses up to rest atop his head. It’s unfair how model-like the simple movement looks. Pretty bastard. “You also wanted to talk about something, Collins?”
“Yes.” I swish my feet slowly through the water. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and something the tattoo artist said today really just sort of solidified the idea.”
“Okay,” Riley says slowly, turning his head so he can look at me.
My gaze focuses on the leaves rustling softly above us in the early autumn breeze, because I can’t lose my nerve by meeting their eyes right now. I’m too fucking determined to clam up.
I blow out a breath and ask, “Ayla’s got experience in journalism, too, right?”
“She does,” Creed confirms with a nod in my periphery.
“Good, good.” I nod, my hands feeling shaky as I grip the pool float a little tighter. “Because I want to tell our story.”
The instant the words are out, my eyes drop to Creed, whose lips are parted in shock, his bright blue eyes shining with confusion and a little excitement.
Riley’s breath hitches, then pauses altogether.
Slowly, I turn to him until my gaze meets his. Obsidian eyes search mine, a little uncertain as he looks for any doubts or regret in mine. When he doesn’t find any, I offer him a smile that doesn’t feel soft or sweet.
It feels fucking dangerous.
“The whole story.” I clarify. “I want to ruin his life, even in death.”
Riley swallows nervously, and his hands shake as he pushes them through his auburn curls.
“Are you sure about this, Stardust?” Creed asks, his demeanor still and calm. “I mean, I’m all for whatever you want to do, but…are you sure? Riley?”
Of course, I would never give a detail of our lives that he wasn’t ready to divulge to anyone outside of our circle.
I’m just so tired of feeling like we have to hide ourselves simply because of what others might say.
So why not get ahead of it and tell our own story?
Why not expose Guy and everyone he has ever associated with?
Give him death in every sense of the word.
He managed to wear a perfectly crafted mask, one that had him loved and fucking adored by his community.
His true self was saved for when he inflicted his sick and twisted pain upon me.
I want the remnants of his memories buried along with wherever his body may be rotting.
Riley is contemplative for only a moment before he reaches up the back of my neck, his hand trembling slightly. “You know what? Fuck it. I’m in. Whatever you need from me, baby. Let’s fucking do it.”
Feeling a new sort of excitement thrumming through my veins, I lean into him, and he meets me halfway for a soft kiss.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m ready to step into the sunshine, and I’m ready to do that with you two by my side.”
Creed’s already got a maniacal grin tugging at his lips while rubbing his hands together conspiratorially when I turn to him. “Fuck yeah. I’ll call those Scottish bastards. They can help.”