Her arms stretch, attempting to band around both Creed and me. We adjust our hands so that we’ve both got a grip on her before she settles. I love how tiny she is and how well she fits with us.
And between us.
Thankfully, the doorbell rings before Collins notices the slow hardening of my dick because of one arrant thought, and places a kiss to the edge of my jaw before exiting the dining room. “I’ve got it!”
Soaking in the last moments of quiet, I turn in Creed’s arms and interlock my fingers around the back of his neck. Tipping my chin up, I meet the light, brilliant blue of his eyes and just take him in. He’s never stopped being the caretaker, but he’s been relaxed enough to know when it’s my or Collins’ turn to take care of him.
Leaning in, I press my lips to his.
“You ready?”
“For family dinner?”
“Smartass,” he teases, his fingers running deftly across the skin of my lower back beneath my shirt. “For the tour.”
I give him a quizzical look as I drag my thumb against the velvety, freshly buzzed hair at the nape of his neck. “A bit late to be asking me that, isn’t it?”
“Like I haven’t been asking you daily for the last month?”
I laugh, just a bark of humor before confessing to him, “I’m nervous, but I’m ready. I’ve still got my adaptive equipment, should I need it, but I—I feel good, Creed. I’m ready.”
He nods, thankfully dropping it at that. So often lately, he’s asked me about getting back on the tour bus, but the memory of getting shot and dragged away like nothing more than a bloody rag doll has had my stomach roiling and in knots for weeks. I’ve avoided the question every time he asked it. I’m not ready to get back onto a tour bus, but I am ready to start playing for the world again. I miss losing myself to the music on stage and feeling the crowd’s energy pumping me up and encouraging me to keep going.
“I’m more worried about Collins. She’s been zoning out more often, and I think it’s the stress of the upcoming tour.” I confess, stepping away from Creed and peeking through the entryway to see Collins smiling and laughing with Bear and Ayla. He’s been in a better mood lately, and it’s good to see my friend looking and feeling more like himself.
Creed steals a cherry tomato from the salad bowl and pops it into his mouth.
“I noticed,” he says, swallowing. “I hate that it’s stressing her out, but we’ll be there for her. And if she can’t get back on the bus—either one of you, for that matter—we’ll figure it out. Together.” He smiles, and I love the way his eyes shine with love and determination. “We always do.”
I can’t help but smile back because that’s my man. Optimistic as always and never willing to give up on us. More voices filter into the house, and I instantly recognize Blair’s iconic laughter, followed by Asher’s.
Knowing we’re running out of time before the room is filled with family, I rush Creed, grabbing him by the fabric of his shirt and backing him up until he comes flush with the wall behind him with a dull thud. My lips crash against his, hot and heavy,while he lets me take what I want from him. Kissing Creed and Collins is probably one of my favorite new hobbies because I’ve learned that I can just take them whenever I want. An affection I’ll never hold back or hide from them again.
In true Creed fashion, it’s only a matter of moments before his hands are gripping my face as he spins us, reversing our positions so he can devour me. I hadn’t intended to provoke him, but I know he won’t live this down later, and it’s got my dick fully hard just thinking about what he’ll do to us later to satiate his need.
Fletcher’s voice filters through into the dining room while Creed peppers my neck and collar bone with kisses, his own jeans rubbing against mine, the evidence of his arousal as obvious as mine. A feminine throat clears behind us, and my eyes shoot open to find Collins leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. Her smirk is a tell that she’s not nonplussed as she waits for Creed to pull away from my skin.
I, on the other hand, am beet-red because I could hear the number of people entering our home, and all I wanted was to have Creed’s hands and mouth on me before his attention was stolen away for a while.
It wouldn’t stop him from seeking me out throughout the evening, but I’ve learned it’s okay to be selfish sometimes, and stealing my partners’ affections is my favorite form of greed.
Collins taps her wrist, then makes a winding motion to silently say ‘wrap it up’before disappearing again. Creed pulls back, and he looks about half a second away from losing himself to his lusty emotions.
Pulling him back to the tender side, I cup his jaw and bring his forehead to meet mine.
“How the hell did I get so lucky?”
He kisses me, but keeps it short and sweet and pulls back just far enough to look into my eyes. “Luck had nothing to do with it, seeing as you were always meant to be mine, Riley Benjamin.”
Fuck, don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
“You two are so fucking cute it makes me sick,” Blair croons playfully from the doorway he just burst through with Collins and Asher hot on his tail.
Creed laughs as he buries his head into my neck one last time. His lips meet the shell of my ear, and he whispers, “This is far from over, Sweet Boy. I’ll be finishing what you started later.”
I visibly shiver at his words, my skin flushing with a rush of warmth. I knew this would happen, and I’m doing a mental victory dance with thoughts of what he’s got in mind for later.
He turns to Blair and steps towards him as the rest of our family and friends filter into the room and take a seat around the table.
