Chapter 28 Creed
Creed
“YOU CAN…WATCH.”
I’m hard. I don’t mean to be, but Collins is straddling my thighs backwards while I massage her shoulders, Riley is standing in the doorway to the room looking like a literal wet dream…
and I’m just a man. They’re both hot as fuck; I will never deny or play down my attraction to the pair of them.
I do my best to ignore the way Riley’s massive cock is threatening to spill out the bottom of his very wet boxers that cling to his body like a second skin.
I’d seen him dive into the pool earlier when I peeked out the window to check on him.
He used to do it when he would overthink things in the studio, so it makes sense that he’s picked up that habit again.
Collins wanted to follow him to make sure he was okay, but I’d convinced her to stay, knowing that our boy needed some time and space to work through things on his own.
If he’d taken any longer, I would’ve checked on him.
A little unsure of himself, he shuffles into the room, kicking the door shut behind him and leaning against it for a moment. His cheeks are still pink, but I’d say that the delicious sounds that Collins made earlier have something to do with that and his erection.
“Hey,” she whispers, her spine straightening as she takes him in. “You okay?”
I think a part of Collins will always be a people pleaser, no matter how often we encourage her to be selfish.
Always looking out for others, pushing her own emotions and feelings to the wayside.
While I could never fault Riley for bolting when he got scared and overwhelmed, I couldn’t ignore the way my girl was hurt by his unintentional rejection.
As far as I know, they haven’t done much more than kiss and snuggle up to one another.
I haven’t even had a taste of Collins since that day in the studio, and I’m fucking starving.
“Yeah,” Riley mutters, clearing his throat and hooking a thumb over his shoulder. “Mind if I rinse off the chlorine? Then we can talk if you want, okay?”
His tone isn’t exactly dismissive, but Collins stiffens anyway as Ri ducks his head, retreating into the safety and privacy of the bathroom. Slowly, she creeps off my lap and turns to face me. I know her question before she even asks it.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Stardust,” I reassure her just as her lips part.
Her eyes shine with a sadness that tells me that she’s going to need some time alone with him soon.
They were thick as thieves before all this shit went down in our lives, and with the three of us trying to battle our own demons, I think it’s put some unintended distance between them.
Both of them get so locked up within their own minds that they need that little bit of a push to get there.
“I can’t stand the thought of him hurting because of me.” Her voice is nothing more than a gruff whisper.
“Oh, baby.” I gather her up in my arms and pull her body firmly against mine. Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I comfort her. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You could never drive him away or hurt him in a way he wouldn’t beg for.”
She nods, but it’s clear she doesn’t wholly believe me.
I hear the shower running, and it gives me an idea. A smug grin threatens to tug at one corner of my mouth.
“Do you trust me, Stardust?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” she quips back as she sits up again, and I can’t stop the bark of laughter that escapes me.
I need her full consent for this to work, so I sober up to make sure she fully understands.
“Are you comfortable with me blindfolding you?”
She looks a little surprised, but she takes the time to mull it over before nodding. “I trust you, Creed.”
“Perfect.” I lean in to nip at her shoulder.
I continue my assault on her skin, the force of my body encouraging her to lie back until her head is nearly hanging off the edge of the bed.
She’s panting now, eyes glazed over, and pouty lips parted in anticipation.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I slowly roll it up her body as I pepper open-mouthed kisses along her skin, loving the way goosebumps erupt in their wake.
Her scars shine, and I trail my tongue along the length of each one, marking and remarking each one as mine. “So goddamned beautiful, Stardust.”
I glance up at her through my lashes to see her throat bobbing on a hard swallow.
Her eyes are laser-focused on the ceiling, and I don’t even think she realizes I’m watching her as she shakes her head just once.
My heart splinters. Moving higher, I place a kiss to her sternum, then gently take her chin between my fingers, silently encouraging her to look at me.
“Say you believe me, baby.”
Her brow furrows in confusion at first, but then I see the understanding, followed by denial in her glassy jade eyes. Lifting until I’m eye level with her, I make sure she can see me when the truth leaves my lips.
“You are beautiful, Collins. But more than that, you’re so fucking strong.
” I kiss her soft lips, slow and sweet. “Your scars don’t define your beauty.
They tell your story of how you fought and you fucking survived.
You won. Guy is dead while you and Riley continue to live and learn to thrive again, and that in and of itself is fucking beautiful.
So yes, you’re beautiful. And no, I will not be accepting any arguments at this time. ”
Her smile is wobbly, her eyes welling with tears, but I count that little spark of joy as a victory.
Picking up where I left off, I continue to roll her shirt up in my hands, pushing higher until the fabric rests over her eyes like a blindfold.
It’s also forced her arms to rest above her head.
Her body is tense, but I can tell she’s still with me by the way she’s wiggling beneath me and rubbing her thighs together.
“I’ve got you, baby. Lay still for me,” I coax, pressing my hips into hers. My dick has been solid as steel for a while now, and I already know it’s going to be one hell of a challenge to keep from coming in my pants before I can even begin my devious plans for her and Riley.
The water from the shower shuts off, and I shuffle off the bed, careful not to jostle Collins’ body.
I walk with purpose over to the corner of the room and grab the small accent chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Slowly, I drag it to the corner of the bed, and Collins squirms at the sound of the legs scraping along the floor.
“Creed?” Collins whispers.
“Still here, baby. You okay?”
“Curious as fuck, but yeah, I’m good.”
Riley emerges from the bathroom with nothing but a towel that is doing a piss poor job of concealing the baseball bat that he carries around with him all the time.
I bite my lip to stifle a groan that wants so desperately to slip free.
He’s drying his hair with a second, smaller towel but freezes his pursuit to the closet when he takes in the scene laid out before him.
I’d anticipated him to react one of two ways, and my suspicions are confirmed when he drops the towel with an audible growl in his chest.
“What the fuck is this?”
I know exactly what it looks like. While Collins is inverted from how she was trapped in that room, the chair’s placement is similar to how Riley was restrained.
My heart is threatening to vacate the confines of my chest, but I take a breath and make my way around the chair and stalk over until I’m standing in front of Riley.
This is as much for myself as it is for them.
His eyes remain focused, as if he’s looking right through me, where Collins lies, rather impatiently waiting for what happens next as she continues to wiggle and writhe against the sheets.
I want to give him a new narrative, so I cup his face and give him a soft shake to get his attention, but saying his name doesn’t pull his eyes to mine. I pull him in, and he willingly obliges, his warm body pressed against mine until we’re nose to nose.
“Do you trust me?” I repeat the question I asked Collins earlier and wait for his response.
His eyes dart past me, like he wants to check to make sure our girl is completely unharmed before he deigns to give me an answer.
Needing his full attention, I bite his bottom lip and pull a gasp from his sinful lips before pressing a hard kiss there.
I pull back and duck down to make sure I’ve got his eyes and his attention. “Do you trust me, Ri?” I repeat.
“I do,” he admits, albeit reluctantly. “But what is this? Why?...”
I smirk, skirting around his body and wrapping my arms around his torso when I reach his back.
I pull his body flush against mine, keeping one arm banded around his chest while the other trails down his body, my blunt nails scraping softly against his flesh and collecting stray water droplets.
My teeth nip at his shoulder as I turn him towards the chair.
“That, for all intents and purposes, in this moment,” I whisper in his ear, “is a cuck chair.”
“Fuck,” Collins rasps, her pretty little tits bouncing softly with every undulation of her body. I wanted her blindfolded because I wanted her to be worked up with anticipation.
Daring to reach further, I brush my knuckles along the thick line of his cock over the towel, but I don’t dare to touch it fully. I want him aching and needy, too, for this to work. I’m fucking desperate for them, so I need to get him to open himself up to us again.
“A cuck…” Riley’s head snaps to the side, and it brings us nose to nose again. “You’re not tying me down. Hard no, Creed.” My heart cracks for the second time in as many minutes when the pain of his memories slices through his words.
“Never, Ri,” I promise, touching my forehead to his. Pulling back, I meet his obsidian gaze head on. “You have all of the power here, baby.”
“How?” he asks as he clenches and unclenches two shaky fists.