Riley lifts his head and looks at me, then Creed, with a watery smile so big that I get to see those fangs of his. “I’m not the old Riley. Not anymore. I don’t think I could ever go back to being him. But—” He shakes his head, then swallows thickly. “I think I’m exactly who I want to be…with you. Your love has shown me the stars. Now, no matter what, I’ll have you with me. Always.”
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest, it feels as if it’s fighting for a way out and so that it can make a home in the hands of the man before me.
“These are beautiful, Riley,” Creed says, love and adoration bleeding and infusing into his words as he gently palms Riley’s hand again. “The tattoos are fucking incredible, but the hands behind them make the tattoos what they are. These hands,” he chokes, eyes fluttering as he looks at Ri, the tips of his fingers fluttering over his overturned hands. “These hands are soft. Gentle. Just a bit tougher now. Scarred, but no less perfect.”
Riley’s bottom lip wobbles as a tear escapes the corner of his eye. I press up onto my toes and kiss it away.
“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 nowweneed to get the fuck out of here because Ineedthem.
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 atall professional, but…” She trails off, then produces aDark SinsTee 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 beingtogether.
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.
“Thisfuckingbutton,” 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.
