43. Riley
Chapter 43
Riley
W hy did I do that in front of Creed? I know we spoke before I came here but goddamn I must still be drunk on Collins’ last orgasm because I have no idea how to behave right now.
After that first time that Collins and I had sex, we dozed off for a short period of time before I woke up to her kissing down my body and giving me yet another mind numbing blowjob. She insisted that I come all over her tits, which led to me showering her where I thanked her by eating her pussy. I’d never done it before but I just listened to Collins’ body and adapted to what she reacted to.
My Snow falling apart for me is quickly becoming my favorite thing to witness.
I haven’t even touched my ice cream yet—double chocolate fudge brownie with chocolate chips—because I feel so fucking weird in this combination of blissed out and nervous.
Collins takes another bite as Creed begins to speak. They both seem completely unbothered so that’s cool. I guess it’s just me freaking the fuck out.
“I think it’s safe to say that every relationship has rules, right?” None of us have ever been in a normal relationship before so none of us really have a clue, but I nod anyway.
“Alright, I’m just gonna dive in and say, welcome to the throuple, loves.” Collins laughs around her spoon and he chuckles to himself, takes another huge bite, then docks his own spoon in the tub before he continues, his face sobering a bit. “If we’re all in this thing together, the most important thing I ask of you two is honesty and I promise to give the same.”
“I can do that.” Collins agrees the same time I choke out, “okay.”
“Second,” he holds up two fingers, “I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable in this relationship between us.”
He runs a tattooed hand through his hair before he makes eye contact with me. I swallow under his stare. Before he can speak again, a delicate hand pops up in front of my space with a huge scoop of cookies n cream hovers just over my lips.
“I’ll trade you a bite for a bite.” She whispers conspiratorially and it eases something in my chest. She’s showing me to not be afraid or nervous. Yet again this girl is saving me without even knowing it
I smile down at her sweet, freckled face and nod. I take the bite and she steals a massive chunk from my tub.
“I consider all of us to be in a relationship with one another.” My heart pounds at that statement and I can feel my face heating. Not now. I tell myself. I’m sure Creed can see me blushing, but he doesn’t comment on it. “What I’m trying to explain is that no one should feel ashamed to be with the other, even if one of the three of us isn’t present.”
He pauses, taking a scoop from Collins’ tub before continuing, his face softening when he looks at me again. “I wanted this.” He gestures his spoon between the three of us again. “The three of us, I mean. I had to test the waters a little to get to this point, though. I can’t explain it for shit, but the three of us being together just makes sense to me.”
“I knew you were up to something,” Collins mumbles under her breath. Creed hears it and winks at her, then leans down and kisses her cheek.
“Wait, you did?” I ask, her words hitting me suddenly.
“Well, I didn’t know exactly what he was up to, but you can’t tell me he wasn’t doing non-typical boyfriend things.” She takes a bite, then offers one to me, eyeing the purple stain on my cheek as she smiles. “He told me you’d look really good in purple tonight.”
I love the way Collins blushes in the lamplight. It draws out and enhances the sweet dusting of freckles that lay perfectly across her nose and cheekbones. God, she’s so fucking beautiful.
“He put you up to that?” I look at Creed who’s polishing off his ice cream and reaches over to steal some of mine. He looks up at me and just grins the grin of a freaking mad man, not an ounce of guilt on his face.
There were odd times over the last week that I’d feel like Creed was intentionally pushing me and Collins together a little closer than what would be considered appropriate for two friends in certain situations. But Creed can be a character of completely different nature who doesn’t do things by society's definition of ‘ normal’ sometimes, so I’d just brushed it off as a usual “Creed” thing.
“He did,” she giggles and feeds me another bite because I’m apparently incapable of feeding myself tonight with the weight of this conversation. Collins jade green eyes lock onto mine, and her lips wobble into a nervous smile as she continues, “If I’m being completely honest, I wanted to do it. When Creed had hinted at it before going onstage, I realized just how badly I wanted to kiss you, so I just did it and shoved you onstage before I could calculate the damage I’ve done.”
This is absolutely the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had. It tops the one I had with Creed hours earlier outside of our bus. I’ve never been in a relationship before, let alone a relationship in which I share a woman with another man. It’s a lot to take in, but I can’t deny that it also feels oddly normal. I’m not entirely certain the enormity of tonight has sunken into my brain yet, though.
I look at Collins, and really take her in. I watch her face and try to decipher what she’s thinking. She looks so content right now. Like, genuinely happy. But there are still doubts that linger in my mind, my mother’s voice playing on repeat, telling me that I have nothing to do with her happiness, that I’ll eventually do something that will make her sick of me and leave me behind.
It’s all she’d ever told me. The one person who’s biologically programmed to love me unconditionally, actually hated me and made me feel so worthless any chance she could. She spared no breath from telling me I would die alone. I don’t know what I had done to deserve her malicious words and actions, but as I grew up, I just stopped wondering and started believing her.
Creed shows me his own brand of love every day, but I still struggle with feeling like I could be good enough as a lover or partner for anyone.
“You’re a worthless little boy, Riley.” Mother’s words echo through my mind on repeat, each time louder than the last and it makes my chest ache and I can’t help but feel that loss settle heavily on my heart, because no matter what, I loved my mother unconditionally despite her hatred toward me.
I can’t stop the tear that falls down my cheek and instantly both Creed and Collins are scooting closer, both touching me to comfort me in some way. Collins swipes the tear away before lacing her fingers through mine at the same time that Creed gives my knee a reassuring squeeze.
“What happened just now?” Collins asks, her rough voice barely above a whisper. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”
I’m not sure I could explain it in a way that doesn’t require me to bring up my shitty past, so I settle on the truth of what’s going through my mind at this moment.
I close my eyes, causing another tear to escape and I feel a warm knuckle swipe the tear away again. Two warm hands settle on either side of my face and a forehead presses against mine. Collins’ sweet fragrance fills my senses. I sniffle as I open my eyes to meet her watery gaze. I’m aware of Creed next to us, but with Collins pressed against me, it may as well just be just the two of us in the room.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, her eyes volleying between mine.
I inhale, breathing in the beautiful woman in front of me before I speak. “I didn’t believe that I could find this with someone. That I could feel this…connected. Happy.” I huff an exasperated laugh. “My entire life, all I wanted was to be loved, but instead I was told that I would die alone.”
Her face morphs to shock and disgust and she reels back as if she’d been slapped. She swipes her ice cream and takes a rather aggressive bite. “Who. The FUCK . Made you believe that?” She asks viciously around a bite of cookies n’ cream.
“His fucking cunt of a mother,” Creed bites out from next to us.
We both turn to look at him and he shrugs. “It’s true.” Collins’ eyes widen and Creed corrects himself. “That she’s a cunt. Not that you’ll die alone.” He chuckles. “Because we are never leaving your ass alone again, Ri.”
“Well, she’s fucking dead-ass wrong, so, you know, fuck her.” Collins deadpans and I can’t help but laugh. I’ve come to love these two people with my entire being and I can’t believe I get to belong to someone so special and get to keep the family I’ve found. “You’re mine, Riley Benjamin.”
A wet kiss smacks against my cheek and Creed lightly headbutts me in my temple. It doesn’t hurt, and it makes me laugh again. “You’re our boy, Ri.” He says, stealing my tub of half-melted ice cream and taking a bite before tossing it on the side table. “Hang on.” He calls as he disappears into the main part of the hotel room and returns a moment later with his guitar case in hand.
“When the hell did you sneak your guitar into the hotel, Creed?”
His face remains casual—borderline giddy—when he shrugs and says, “When I was out whooping Tony’s ass.”
“Uh, what?— ”
“The fuck?” Collins and I exclaim at the same time.
Collins is out of bed and sprinting across the room and inspecting his knuckles that I’m just now noticing are swollen and some of them look like they’re split and bleeding.
“I’m not complaining, but is there a specific reason as to why you felt the need to beat the shit out of Tony at two in the morning?” I ask as Collins pulls Creed to sit next to me on the bed, sets the guitar on the floor next to us and rushes into the bathroom and emerges a second later with a wet rag.
She starts dabbing around the agitated skin gently and Creed looks at her like she’s a miracle. I note that there’s a hard edge to his gaze, though. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something but he closes it, exhaling hard through his nose before he runs his free hand through his tousled black hair.
Collins looks at him for a moment and her face pales to a sickly ashen color. “You know?”
He nods. “I know, Stardust. ”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, looking from me to Creed with wide, watery eyes before dropping them back down to Creed’s knuckles. “I was going to tell you both but I was waiting until the excitement of the concert wore off, but obviously we got a little… carried away.”
“Tell us what?” I ask carefully, not wanting to demand answers, but I have no clue what she’s talking about, though clearly Creed does, and it can’t be good
Collins is quiet for a moment before she recounts her encounter with Tony when Steve had pulled us aside to talk about bullshit we’d already discussed a day prior. She starts to cry and Creed pulls her into his lap and drapes her legs over mine, the two of us comforting her as she tells us about the video that he’d taken when he’d assaulted her at Viper but had no idea that it was him because of the masks they’re required to wear in those vile rooms.
Creed then tells us about how security had called and reported what they’d observed while he was on his way to get ice cream for us, and he’d taken it upon himself to kick Tony’s ass for hurting our girl. I’m shocked because Creed has never been a violent person, but it’s like he’s a completely different man when it comes to protecting Collins. I hate that he got hurt, but at the same time I’m also feeling nothing but fucking elation that Tony finally got what was coming to him.
Creed runs his fingers through Collins’ hair before he cups her jaw and raises her face to meet his. His voice is soothing, but it’s a stark contrast to the menacing, unhinged smile he’s wearing when he says, “He’s gone, he won’t so much as blink in your direction ever again.”
Collins’ face screws up and her brows furrow in confusion. Her eyes flick to mine and I shrug, a little concerned as to just how gone Tony is.
“He’s gone as in…?” She asks, like she’s afraid to know what the real answer is.
He chuckles darkly, scratching at his nose with a tattooed finger before he grins at her again. “He’s not dead, guys.” He rolls his eyes and kisses Collins’ temple. “I just had Asher’s security team take him and Steve away. Callan’s people are holding them at some compound like a couple of prisoners.”
“Wait, what?” I ask, pausing the stroking pattern I was tracing over Collins’ legs. “Steve’s gone, too?”
“Yup.” He pops the p.
“…why?” I ask slowly. I wasn’t a superfan of Steve, either, and for a moment the blood rushes from my face and now I’m afraid of his next words. Collins looks worried, too, considering the what and why of the events that went down tonight. Creed looks at me and I understand the half-truth he’s about to tell.
“He came to Tony’s defense, which makes him just as guilty. So he’s gone, too. We don’t need a fucking manager for this tour. We don’t need him at all. We’ll look for a new manager when all this shit we’re dealing with blows over.”
I feel sick to my stomach because the look in Creed’s eyes tells me that Steve is guilty of more than simple association, but I have to force the feeling away because I will not cause Collins unnecessary pain and trauma.
I resume tracing soft paths up and down her legs before taking one of her tiny, delicate feet and massage her instep. She lets out the sexiest moan and the sound goes straight to my dick. Creed’s too, if the way he’s now shifting her in his lap is any indication.
Now’s not the time because I have so many questions but the main one that’s yanking at my mind is, “What are we gonna do about Tony’s spot? We don’t have a backup bassist just sitting around.”
“Already covered.” He says, stroking his hands up and down Collins’ arm, tracing the elegant floral tattoo on her shoulder. “I was going to talk to everyone in the morning, but Lachlan actually has a guy. He’ll be here later this morning. I’m sending security to pick him up and bring him back to meet everyone. He’ll use Tony’s bus, which Bear is having cleaned up. He’ll have everything he needs to get up to speed before our next show in a few days.”
That’s…impressive. I can’t believe everything that went down in the time that Creed was gone. I wasn’t even there and I’m fucking exhausted after listening to everything.
“What’s his name?” Collins asks while looking down at her razor sharp nails. Sharp nails that felt fucking amazing scratching up my back and scalp while I fucked her in bed and ate her in the shower. My dick twitches against her heel and her eyes snap to mine and she fucking winks at me. I blush. Hard.
“His name is Blair, and I know nothing else about him other than the fact that he plays bass and is closely connected to Lachlan. I haven’t met him but I think we can trust him. I don’t think Lachlan would do anything to put us in danger.” He looks at Collins and takes a breath before continuing. “Those McTavish brothers aren’t your average men. They’re powerful and they protect what’s theirs. Asher has become family to them, so by extension, you have, too.”
Her eyes widen and swell with tears at the mention of her brother. Creed isn’t done with the surprises yet, because he hits her with news that has her sobbing happy tears in our laps. “Speaking of Asher, Callan will be transferring him to a team down here in a few weeks.”
“He’s coming home?” She squeaks, the emotion clogging her raspy voice nearly breaking my heart.
“He is,” Creed breathes, then laughs when Collins sobs turn to this odd combination of laughing and crying. Moments later, I join in when I can’t handle the emotions anymore.
Before any of us can take a breath we’re all pressing together as close as we can get, Creed and I alternating kissing Collins. I keep waiting for it to feel weird, but it just doesn’t. I can’t explain it but everything about this feels so fucking right. The tender shared kisses turn more urgent, more frenzied. Collins is all lips and tongue and teeth with her hands tangled in mine and Creed’s hair. She’s got our faces pulled together so that all of our noses are touching and me and Creed are kissing her at the same time. There’s something so unbelievably erotic about sharing something so intimate like this.
Mine and Creed’s lips brush at the corners but it does nothing to deter me from kissing our girl until she’s breathless and whimpering beneath us.
I become blind to the bliss, nothing existing outside of the three of us. I can think of nothing more than the actual act of kissing, claiming, biting, and sucking Collins’ sinful lips and her delicate, pale skin. That’s why I don’t even notice that her lips are fucking missing from this kiss equation. Her hands are still in our hair with a tight grip holding us close together but it’s no longer my Snow’s soft, full lips that are now fully claiming my own.
I’ve hardly registered that I’m currently making out with my best friend in front of our girlfriend who may or may not be orchestrating the whole damned thing before a second set of hands cups my jaw and the kiss deepens.
Creed groans and Collins whines and I don’t know which sound it was that had my dick twitching behind my joggers, but here we are .
Ignoring my lack of experience or even looking for a partner, I’d always considered myself straight. But I don’t find kissing Creed to be abhorrent or even jarring to my lust-addled brain. Maybe it’s because he’s always been affectionate towards me, kissing and hugging me whenever he felt like it—though up until now it’d never been on the lips. Maybe it’s the heat of this moment we’ve been caught up in. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s something Collins wanted to witness and had orchestrated it.
Or maybe it’s just because we want to.
I’m too lost in lust right now to fully dissect how I feel about it and decide to just give in to what my girl wants and think about my feelings later. If she’s turned on by me kissing Creed, I guess he better learn to take my affections as much as he gives his own.
Creed is the first to break the kiss and we look at each other for a long moment that should feel awkward but doesn’t. It’s like something passes between us as I watch the look in Creed’s eyes just barely shift. It makes my stomach dip and flip before the sweet, soothing voice of Collins chirp. “Holy fuck that was hot.”
She’s shifts slightly so that she’s sitting with her legs tucked beneath her on the bed, her thighs rub together causing that plain t-shirt she’s wearing to ride up her milky thighs.
“Oh yeah?” Creed smirks as he grips the back of my neck and yanks me toward him again. My heart rate kicks up as he runs his nose up the column of my neck and speaks in a low, gravelly tone, “you loved seeing your boyfriends together, Stardust ?”
A shiver breaks out across my skin where his lips and warm breaths fan across my neck and collarbone. My eyes are glued to Collins, who is watching us closely as she bites her lip and nods vigorously. Her eyes land on me, trying to gauge my reaction. If I’m going to freak out, it won’t be right now. I’m too turned on and too used to Creed’s antics to reject what he’s doing.
I’m not sure who’s taking the reins in this back and forth between them but all I know is I’m totally along for the ride. Literally .
Creed grabs her by the front of her throat and yanks her closer to him so that they’re nose to nose. “What else do you fantasize about in that pretty little head of yours, Stardust? ”
She swallows and I watch with curiosity as she sifts through her sex fantasies to come up with an answer. She finds it a second later—much sooner than I’d expected—when she leans in and whispers something into Creed’s ear.
His eyes widen at whatever she says but he just smiles like the madman he is and pushes her forward until she’s straddling my hips.
“What’d you say?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs until I reach the bare, round curve of her ass and squeeze.
She hisses and opens her mouth, but Creed cuts her off. “Why don’t you show him exactly what you told me?”
It’s not really a request. Collins gives Creed a smile that could easily be a cross between reluctance and excitement and it’s a wild sight.
Before I can blink she’s got my joggers yanked down just far enough to free my cock and she swirls her tongue around the head before taking me into her mouth. She only gets about half-way before she gags but she doesn’t stop. She grips me with one hand, creating a twisting and stroking motion that matches the pace at which she’s sucking the soul from my body through my cock.
I moan at the feeling of her throat constricting around my head when she pushes herself down onto my cock as far as she can go.
A thought hits me just as she pops off to take a deep breath. “Is this what you fantasized, Snow? ” I pant when she leans down lick my throbbing cock from root to tip. “You want to see me and Creed…like this?”
It takes her a minute to answer but when she does, it’s a singular word that comes out breathy and filled to the brim with need. “Yes.”
Well fuck me. I’m not sure how I’d feel being more intimate with Creed than we already were, but I’m not entirely sure I’d say no to anything Collins wanted, either .
She pulls me back into her mouth and hums around my length. The vibration makes me fucking whimper again as I thread my fingers through her hair. It takes all my willpower to keep my hips from bucking, meeting her thrust for thrust.
Creed appears behind Collins, running a hand up her spine, shoving the t-shirt up to her shoulders as he goes. Her eyes roll back and she moans around me, making my dick twitch in her mouth. The muscles in his arm are flexing in rhythm with how she’s stroking me and I realize he’s fucking her with his fingers.
My eyes lock with his but his pupils are so blown you can barely see the bright blue of his irises anymore. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip before leaning over her body, the move pushing his fingers deeper inside of her, causing her to moan again.
She frees herself to take another breath. Creed is right there, speaking low into her ear as his own hand joins mine in her pastel strands.
“You’d love watching me suck Riley’s cock, wouldn’t you, baby?” He all but growls in her ear. She nods, blinking away the tears that have gathered from her choking on my cock. She’s covered in tears and saliva and she looks like a hot mess, but I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. She cries out over something he does with his fingers and her hips rock back into his hand. He pulls out and slaps her ass once before plunging his fingers back inside. “Use your words, Stardust . I want to hear you say them.”
Creed’s hand leaves Collins’ hair to wrap around her small one that’s gripping my throbbing cock. His hand swallows hers but he doesn’t touch me. I’m panting with need, trying to be patient in watching this play out but I’m about to come just from their interaction.
My eyes volley from Creed’s to Collins’ and see that her own are riveted in the place where their hands are joined. “Yes,” she rasps, her jade gaze meeting mine. “I want to see Creed suck your cock, Ri.”
My dick twitches in their hands and I don’t miss the way Creed reacts to her confession or the response it draws from me. His lips form into a wicked grin before burying his face in her neck and bites her shoulder, pulling a deep moan from her.
“Then do what I would do,” he says, lifting his head to stare right at me and I feel his words down in the deepest pits of my soul. “Open wide, Stardust. I want to see you swallow him whole.”
And my god she fucking does. Collins takes me deeper and deeper until her nose is nearly smashed against my pubic bone and I’m seeing stars. I’m nothing but a moaning, writhing puppet in her hands, desperate to come down her throat. She pulls back just enough for Creed to squeeze their hands together around my cock and it’s got my balls drawing up tight to my body, ready to blow.
For a fraction of a second, an image of the both of them on their knees for me, mouths open and ready flashes through my mind.
The thought sends me into careening closer to the edge of my orgasm. “Oh, fuuuck, Collins, baby I’m gonna come.”
She hums and moans her approval around me. I hear fabric rustling and look up to see the glint of Creed’s dick piercing poking from the top of Collins’ ass as he fucks between her two round cheeks. His cock is red and throbbing, the tip leaking precum.
He grunts as he twists his hand, the fingers that are inside of her must be doing something fucking magical because she practically screams out as she comes, her body shaking with her orgasm while I’m lodged in the back of her throat and it sends me plummeting over the edge.
“ Shit,” I moan, my abs tensing just as my cum spills out, coating the back of Collins’ throat. She swallows around me and it makes me cry out in pleasure as she wrings every last drop from my cock.
Creed groans out his release all over Collins’ back without even touching himself. I’d be impressed, but not only am I about to pass out from pleasure, but he shocks the shit out of me when he leans down to lick up his own release and flips Collins to her back, right beside me.
She already knows what he’s doing by the way he crawls up her body and her mouth opens, her tongue sticking out. My best friend waits for nothing when he spits his cum onto her awaiting tongue and she swallows it with a sleepy smile. He kisses her hard and yanks both of us from the bed and heads toward the bathroom.
That was fucking hot.
All of it was.
It’s mere seconds before Collins is passed out in bed, her face completely relaxed and content after Creed and I cleaned her up in the shower.
Creed and I are propped against the headboard on either side of her when she rolls to her side, settling her head and arm in Creed’s lap. He runs his fingers through her hair as he speaks quietly.
“I’d do anything for this girl.” I nod, because I would, too. He looks up at me, his piercing eyes bright in the moonlight. “What happened tonight, I’d happily do all over again. But I would never do it if it made you uncomfortable.”
My face flushes at the memory of kissing him, but before I can say anything he continues, “You’re my boy as much as she is my girl. I’ll love and protect both of you with everything I have until my dying breath. But I’ll never force either of you to give to me a part of yourself that you’re not willing to give and I will never fault you for it.” He smirks, huffing a breathy laugh before pinning me with a teasing glare. “But don’t expect me to stop showing you how much I love you, Ri. That shit will never cease.”
That makes me laugh and I have to roll my lips together to keep it silent. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Though now it seems I’ll have to start reciprocating with how much she likes seeing it.”
He shrugs with a sly grin. “You‘ll never see me complaining.”
And just like that, someone settles between us. It feels different, yet the same. I’m still coming to terms with the fact that I made out with a man; my best friend, but it’s Creed. He’s been there for me from the moment we met and has always shown me some form of affection. What happened tonight was something else entirely though. He kept the kiss going, taking it deeper and I didn’t push him away .
But Creed being Creed found a way to make it all okay with zero expectations and zero judgment if I chose to not explore whatever happened any further than what happened tonight.
I don’t know what I want outside of just wanting Collins, but I know that no matter what I choose, they’ll both take care of my heart, no matter how I choose to give it to them.
Creed lifts Collins until she’s settled herself over my body when I lie down next to her and he grabs his guitar from its case. My mind falls into a sense of peace for the first time in my life with my girl in my arms and the sound of Creed’s soft picking and his low voice singing a new song about his love for a goddess born of stardust and her guardian born from ashes.