Collins
“PER ASPERA AD ASTRA.”
It’s been three days since my brain chemistry was forever altered by witnessing Riley lose the last piece of his virginity to Creed. I can still feel them everywhere within me. The sounds they made, the feeling of Riley stretching me to my limits while Creed pushed him to his. The way I swear my heartbeats synchronized with theirs…
The entire experience unlocked this new, needy, yet confident side of Riley. The man walks around practically glowing, and it’s one hell of a sight to behold. As if what transpired between the three of us finally broke him free of the chains that bound him to the toxicity of his past.
I’ve also been listening to his song on repeat. Because Creed is never one to miss an opportunity, of course, he recorded it.
The whole. Fucking. Thing.
Emphasis on the ‘fucking’.
While I made him cut that part from the version that’s currently playing in my ears, I know he kept every dirty little bit to play back for himself. The man has no shame, but I want Creed in his most chaotic form or nothing at all.
LIES.
Definitely a lie.
I’ve wanted Creed St. James for as long as I can remember, so I’ll take him in any form, please and thank you.
Today, he evidently chose to encourage chaos and be a downright menace.
“You know,” he says, the breath of his words tickling my ear as he pops one of my ear buds out. He places his warm, steady palm on top of my thigh as we sit waiting in the lobby of the tattoo shop. Asher still hasn’t let up on security, especially after Riley made off with me in the middle of the night, so the shop is deserted and the place is surrounded. There’s no longer any threat to them or me, but apparently, it’s going to be hard to break my brother’s overprotective habits. “You could start a friction fire with the way your leg is bouncing against mine, Stardust.”
“Sorry,” I mutter, sliding my hand under his to weave our fingers together as he pops my earbud into his right ear. The song softly resumes, and Riley’s voice fills our ears once more.
It’s beautiful.
Painful.
Heartbreaking.
Healing.
“Never apologize,” Creed says. Then his soft smile shifts into a smirk. “Apparently, this is a week for a lot of firsts, and our sweet, innocent boy hasn’t quite had his fill of adrenaline rushes yet.”
Thoughts of that night flash through my mind, and it’s got heat flooding my body before settling low in my core. I pull my knee away from Creed’s in favor of clenching my thighs to fight off the persistent ache as thoughts and fantasies of having either of their cocks inside me take form.Both of them are inside me at the same time. Or one of them buried inside of the other…
The thought of getting to sit and touch myself while watching the two of them fuck each other has my blood singing through my veins and my pussy clenching.
Would Creed let Riley top him?
The mental image of Creed topping from the bottom forms and takes root in my mind, setting up camp like it owns the joint.
“What’s got you squirming in your seat, huh?” Creed croons roughly into my free ear. He nips at the lobe, then chuckles when his bite pulls this needy sound from between my lips. “Is it the memory of the three of us fucking?”I’m going to kill him if I don't expire first.“Or is it the thought of Riley getting inked up that’s got you so fucking turned on right now?”
“Two truths can both be spoken,” I whisper, turning my face to stare into his crystalline eyes. “And neither would be wrong.”
“Touché, baby,” Creed hums before bending down to kiss me.
The two of us settle back into our chairs as the song changes toDreamsbyFleetwood Mac. Resting my head on his shoulder, I examine my long, black, and iridescent purple nails.
“Any guesses on what he’s getting?” I ask, genuinely curious if he’s got any idea of what Riley’s having tattooed on his body today.
Creed sighs. “Your guess is as good as mine. Ri’s never shown any interest in getting tattoos, even when he sat with me through some of mine.”
Just then, Riley appears from around the corner, followed by his tattoo artist. She’s pretty, tall and curvy, covered in stunning, colorful tattoos and a thick mess of curly red hair piled on top of her head. Her bright blue eyes shine behind thick winged liner and cat-eye framed glasses. She’s not only got her septum pierced like me, but she also has a hoop through each nostril.
