“Good,” Collins breathes. “At least the girls will be taken care of the way they deserve.”
Garrick pushes to stand, and it steals Creed’s attention. “Leaving so soon?”
His dad nods as he pushes his chair in and grips the back. “I’ve got a job early in the morning, so I need to get back and prep.”
The three of us stand and follow him through the house and to the front door. He pauses and looks at each of us, a softness in his eyes.
“Good luck on your tour,” he starts, clearing his throat and fixing his gaze upon his son. “Be good and behave yourself, Credence.”
“Dad—”
“I’m so proud of you.” His gaze slides from Creed to me, then Collins. “So fucking proud of each of you, and proud to call you all mine.”
A broken sob escapes Collins as she throws her arms around Garrick’s middle. Creed follows right before I do. Something shifts and splinters before reforming anew within my heart when he rubs his hand along my spine before gripping tighter, pulling each of us in closer to him.
This…thisis the kind of love I’ve always yearned for in a parent.
Garrick doesn’t just reserve it for his only child, either. No, he gives it to each of us unconditionally. Loving us as if we were his own and supporting our dreams the whole way.
He pulls back and cups Collins’ face, playfully squishing her cheeks with a teasing smile. “Keep ‘em in line, Sunshine.”
Chapter 48
Creed
“EVERYTHING. ALWAYS. WITH YOU.”
Blair and Asher are the last to leave, and the moment I close the door, I spin on my heel, whirling to meet the anticipatory and heady gazes of both Riley and Collins.
“You two better fucking run.”
Collins doesn’t hesitate; she takes off like a bat out of hell, laughing and squeaking as she sprints through the house, heading straight for the back door.
I quirk a brow at Riley, who just stares at me dumbfounded for a second before he registers what I’ve just said. I take one step toward him before he utters a hasty, “Shit.” and takes off after Collins.
A grin damn near splits my face in two as I give them a head start. They won’t get far, but I’ve been fucking hard for them from the moment Riley took it upon himself to kiss me like he wanted to eat me alive right as our guests had arrived. I fucking love how confident he’s become—how comfortable he is in his own skin. He doesn’t shy away from affection like he used to and has even initiated sex a few times since releasing that first article.
I think a part of him that had died when he was taken was finally buried and put to rest by getting to tell his story. Itallowed him to bloom into this new version of himself, and I couldn’t be more proud or turned on.
There are a few things the three of us haven't tried yet, and I’ll be damned if I get on a cramped tour bus without bringing them to fruition in this home before we go.
Slowly, I make my way outside, ready to hunt down the two reasons for my raging hard-on.
Stepping out onto the back patio, I listen intently for them. The pool is still, and it’s mostly quiet, save for the sound of the cool breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. But then I hear it, Collins’ distinct raspy giggle, followed by a throaty moan.
My cock twitches behind my jeans, and I grin, following the sound around the side of the guest house. Rounding the corner, I find Collins pinned against the siding, her leg hiked up around Riley’s hip as he grinds into her. His lips leave a trail of kisses up her neck, and she bucks and mewls against him. Her eyes snap open at the sound of my approach, and she fucking giggles as she shoves Riley off of her before grabbing his hand and taking off.
A glance over his shoulder has his glassy, dark eyes widening and a knockout smile on his lips as he gleefully follows our girl wherever she wants to go. He looks so drunk on her lust, and I bite back an audible groan when he bites the corner of his bottom lip, those fucking fangs proudly on display for me.
The back door to the guest house bounces off the wall as it’s shoved open, and my little menaces slip through. Just when I think they’ll hide somewhere inside, I chase their laughter through the house and out the front door.
I shake my head and up my pace, determined to catch these fucking shit disturbers and show them exactly how crazy they make me.
They make it all the way to the stairs before I catch Riley by his ankle. Collins disappears around the corner and down the hall as Ri trips over his own feet and hits the stairs with a softthud. He’s not hurt, but he is panting heavily when I flip him over and crawl up his body.
Right here on the stairs, I wedge my hips between his thighs, forcing him to spread his legs for me. Leaning down, I latch onto his bottom lip and tug until I pull a hiss from between his teeth. I kiss him hard, my tongue clashing with his as his hands find their way beneath my shirt. I fucking howl when his cold fingers touch my skin, and I arch my back.
Riley laughs and shoves me to the side as he grapples for purchase and hauls ass up the stairs. I hear him hissing out a pretty slew of curses as I run into his back because he’s stopped in the doorway to our bedroom.
