Chapter 48
Creed
We’re late to class.
It’s past nine in the morning and Millie’s still curled into my chest, asleep, a few baby hairs that escaped the braid tickling my chin. I’ve been awake for the better part of the night, dissecting every minute she spent between Noah and me.
Millie’s everything.
She’s breathed life into the shell I used to be. Being with her, holding her, kissing her... I don’t want anything more than I want her, and last night—
Fuck.
I close my eyes and she’s there, sprawled over my chest, face contorted in pleasure, Noah between her legs. Then her hands on his shoulders, hips dragging back and forth, letting him fuck her. His lips on her skin, his hands on her body, his...
I swallow hard.
Sharing her, letting him so close, cost me a great deal.
I’m a territorial bastard, overprotective, and possessive to the point of madness. It drives me literally up the fucking walls when I see other men ogling her, and yet, I gave her what she wanted.
A night with both of us.
When I sent that text to Noah, I didn’t think I’d let it get that far. Letting him watch was me showing him she’s mine, but then she asked for just one night, and an onslaught of emotions hit me all at once.
Fuck no.
She’s mine.
No one touches what’s mine.
I’ll rip his fucking hands off if he tries.
As quickly as those thoughts formed, others surfaced.
You’re all she knows.
She’s curious.
You were her first and only.
She’s yours.
Noah met my eyes then, and there was nothing other than respect and a silent your call.
Like I didn’t fucking know it was my call.
I knew he’d give her what she wanted, wouldn’t hurt her, and after, he’d walk away. He wouldn’t try anything.
I agreed, jealousy chewing through my stomach... until I saw her come on his lips and felt her curl into me.
She moaned my name.
Grabbed my arms.
She wasn’t reaching for Noah. Not even when he was fucking her. She arched into me the whole time, unless I forced her against his chest to get her ready for my cock.
Even with Noah inside her, face-to-face, she was constantly searching for me. And Noah... he kept reassuring her I was right there, that I had her. He kept checking she was okay, that she was with us, whether she needed more or less.
Respectful.
Knowing, seeing, fucking feeling that not even the man she dreams about could take her from me did wonders for my anxieties. It eradicated the fear of losing her, of not being enough.
Who knew allowing my best friend to fuck my girl would work like a balm over my insecurities?
I tighten my hold around her, pressing my lips to her forehead. She was perfect last night. She’s always perfect, but seeing her like that, absolutely wrecked, and still choosing me...
Fuck, I love her so much.
She doesn’t stir for another hour and I don’t move, not even when one message after another vibrates my phone on the nightstand.
“Morning,” she breathes, nuzzling closer, hiding somewhere between my neck and the pillow.
“Morning.”
I feel her lips part, but words don’t come and within seconds she tenses, then untangles herself from my hold, sitting up. She takes the comforter with her, hiding her naked body, cheeks crimson, eyes somewhere on my chest.
“Um... are we... are we okay?” she whispers, briefly meeting my eyes.
She looks so fucking adorable, all sleep-mussed and ruined, her neck peppered with little hickeys. There are at least a dozen because I couldn’t stop marking my territory.
She looks so fucking adorable, all uncertain and shy after getting stuffed with two cocks. I take her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing along her knuckles.
“Whose are you, Millie Baby?”
Now she looks at me, lips parting. “Yours.”
“Are you sure?”
Her eyes well with tears. “Of course, I—” She pinches her lips, holding back tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I only want you.”
I pull her back down. “Don’t apologize, Millie.”
“But you’re angry and—”
“I’m not angry. I just need to know it was enough and that I’m enough for you going forward because I meant what I said. I’m never sharing you again. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” she repeats, her lips pressing over my heart. “Only yours, I swear.”
Pinching her chin, I tip her head to look in her eyes. “I love you, baby.”
A small, wet smile curls her lips. “I love you more.”
“Good.” Dragging my hands down her sticky frame, I sit up and haul her into my arms. “I know you’re sore, Millie, but I need you. I need to remind you who you belong to. I need to remind myself, but... you smell like him, so shower first.” I set her down in the bathroom and start the water.
She clings to me the entire time I’m lathering her body, extra carefully between her thighs. She winces, legs still like jelly, arms wrapped around my neck for support.
It takes ten minutes to wash last night off our skin and brush our teeth. We’re back in bed moments later, soaking the sheets, Millie on her back, those gorgeous eyes staring up at me as I nuzzle between her legs.
“I’ll be gentle, baby,” I whisper, one hand between us, toying with her clit, getting her ready.
She knots her fingers over my nape, pulling me down for a kiss. She tastes like mint and something uniquely her. This morning isn’t the time for our usual roughness. I need to love her, and I think she needs to know nothing’s changed.
“You’re swollen,” I say, brushing two fingers between her folds. “And soaked for me already.”
She kisses me again, smiling into my lips, then wincing when I guide my cock to her entrance. “Sore,” she whispers.
“I know, I know, baby. I won’t hurt you. Let me in.”
She melts into the mattress, her legs falling open further as I push in an inch at a time, eyes roving her face to make sure I’m not moving too fast.
Fuck, she feels like heaven.
It’s not just her lips and clit that are swollen. She’s so fucking tight it takes five minutes before she stretches around me.
“Eyes on me, Millie. Look at me.”
She does and I pull out, gliding back in slowly, a groan escaping me at how snug she fits around me.
“Are you okay?” she asks, dragging her fingers down my back, tracing the ridges of every muscle shifting as I move inside her.
“When I’m with you,” I admit, kissing her forehead.
She wraps her legs over my back, heels digging into my ass to urge me along, but if I’m not careful, I’ll lose it and fuck her through the bed. I keep the mellow pace, working her higher and earning back every inch Noah touched.
She’s lost in the moment, unaware of anything else. I know, because she doesn’t react when the door opens. It’s soft but unmistakable. The hairs on my neck stand on end and the air shifts in the room, but I don’t stop moving.
I know it’s Noah.
Hyde would knock and Dash would announce his presence with a booming Morning! Noah doesn’t say a word. He probably came over to check on us after I didn’t show for class and now, he’s frozen in the doorway, watching.
I should probably stop, but that territorial part of me needs him to witness this. Millie’s mine, even if deep down I know he’d never dare take her away from me.
“Good girl,” I grit out against her throat. “My girl.”
She moans, every soft sound a melody to my ears. I love it when she cries out, my name on her lips when she comes.
I love when she writhes beneath me, losing her sanity as I fuck her ragged, but this vulnerability between us, how she reacts to every slow drag of my cock, every kiss, the intimacy... that’s what proves she’s mine and no one can take her away.
Because sex is physical and this is emotional.
The door clicks with barely a sound as Noah leaves. A part of me hates that he came over to check on her. He has no fucking right, but a different part of me is grateful that last night isn’t just a notch on his bedpost.
That he respects us and cares enough to come over, even though it’d probably make for a pretty fucking awkward chat.
“Eli, please, more.”
I rise on one elbow, giving her exactly what she needs, fingers playing her clit with more intensity than my cock is using to work gently inside her. She comes within minutes, whispering she’s mine and that she loves me, and I follow her over the edge.
I’ll follow this girl everywhere.