Of course he’s gone commando today, so his thick, veiny cock is already straining for freedom the moment the fly comes free. The skin sheathing his girthy length does nothing to hide the stream of precum that leaks from the tip.
My eyes are trained on Riley’s hand, his new tattoo on display since Mara took the time to place the second skin protectant over it carefully. I can’t focus on anything other than the way it looks as he grips his cock. He gives it a few long, firm strokes that have Creed hissing all kinds of lewd curses as he watches us. His chest is heaving, and the windows are quickly fogging with the three of us breathing so heavily.
I glance at Riley from beneath my lashes to see him blushing hard and biting his lip.
“Get over here, Snow,” he whispers, his eyes heavily hooded as he adjusts his position in the seat, spreading his thighs as wide as they can manage.
I don’t hesitate. Creed pulls down the straps of my top to expose my breasts as I line myself up and sink slowly onto Riley’s cock. Bracing myself on his knees, I lose myself in the feeling of being so full, so thoroughly worshipped by my men that there’s no room for thought.
Thoughts can come later.
I need to comenow.
Creed's fingers tangle in my hair as he tugs my head back and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. The fact that I’m actively moving and grinding against Riley doesn’t deter him from chasing my flesh with his tongue and teeth.
Riley’s mouth joins Creed’s on the same breast, and I tug against Creed’s grip on me so I can look down. He relents, and I’m gifted with the view of them locking eyes as their tongues brush.
“Fuck,” I moan, my pussy squeezing around Riley, which creates a chain reaction of grunts and growls and whimpering sounds between the three of us. One of them presses their thumb against my clit, and the pressure alone sends me careening over the edge.
I was already worked up and ready to explode before we got here. Riley is right behind me as the sexiest moan tumbles from his full lips, and his cock pulses deep inside of me as he comes.
I’m oversensitive and feeling fully satiated by the time I slump against Riley’s chest as he starts to rub soothing circles over my back.
Before I can try to conjure the words to thank either of them for indulging my horny, needy ass, Creed kisses me and tucks my straps back into place before handing a spare shirt to Riley thathe pulled from somewhere within the vehicle to help clean the leaky mess that our combined releases have caused.
Three swipes are about all he can tolerate before Riley gently pushes me away, because apparently, my movements were tickling his oversensitive skin.
Once we’re as clean as we can be, the three of us stagger from the car, happy laughter bubbling up from each of us.
Luckily, Asher and Blair were not home, on account of Blair wanting to hunt for their own home nearby.
Ash was reluctant, but Blair’s argument for not walking in on seeing any of our bare asses “going at it” on any given day was enough to get him out the door at least.
The three of us collectively decide to go for a swim since we need to strip down and dump our clothes in the wash anyway. It may be cooler outside, but thankfully, the pool is heated. Creed and Riley are lounging in pool rafts, facing one another with their feet resting on the opposite floatie, keeping themselves interlocked. They look so fucking sexy, lounging in the sun with nothing but a short pair of trunks and sunglasses.
My belly swoops in an instant because holy shit, these men are all mine.
I swim up to them and prop myself between Creed’s parted thighs.
“So,” Creed starts, pushing his sunglasses up to rest atop his head. It’s unfair how model-like the simple movement looks.Pretty bastard.“You also wanted to talk about something, Collins?”
“Yes.” I swish my feet slowly through the water. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and something the tattoo artist said today really just sort of solidified the idea.”
“Okay,” Riley says slowly, turning his head so he can look at me.
My gaze focuses on the leaves rustling softly above us in the early autumn breeze, because I can’t lose my nerve by meeting their eyes right now. I’m too fucking determined to clam up.
I blow out a breath and ask, “Ayla’s got experience in journalism, too, right?”
“She does,” Creed confirms with a nod in my periphery.
“Good, good.” I nod, my hands feeling shaky as I grip the pool float a little tighter. “Because I want to tell our story.”
The instant the words are out, my eyes drop to Creed, whose lips are parted in shock, his bright blue eyes shining with confusion and a little excitement.
Riley’s breath hitches, then pauses altogether.
Slowly, I turn to him until my gaze meets his. Obsidian eyes search mine, a little uncertain as he looks for any doubts or regret in mine. When he doesn’t find any, I offer him a smile that doesn’t feel soft or sweet.
