Ayla nudges my side as she sits beside me, “But with a lot less clothing, right?”
I snort, and Bear rolls his eyes.
Fletcher clears his throat. “Whenever you two are done, I’ll keep this quick. Schedule is ironed out. This is just to go over any setbacks we may encounter.”
“Fucking submit!” Creed barks through his laughter. He’s got Riley pinned with his arms above his head and his legs bracketed by Creed’s thighs.
Riley’s head thumps against the ground in defeat, but he says nothing. Creed just grins like the menace he is. He leans down into Riley’s face and murmurs something that sounds an awful lot like, “Thank you, Pookie.”
He helps Riley to his feet, and my poor baby is beet-red as he takes in the number of eyes that are on him.
“C’mere,” I call, patting the empty cushion beside me. He throws himself into it, and I kiss his cheek. “You did good, baby.”
He hums, looking a little put out that he’s been bested, but he smiles anyway.
Fletcher really does keep the conversation short. He’s in and out, and we’re on the road half an hour later.
The first trek takes a little over two days. Charlotte is the first show, followed by Lynchburg, then Miami. It’s been two days of Creed finding it impossible to keep his hands to himself. I’ve woken up to being eaten out just as often as I’ve woken up to him choking on Riley’s cock.
He’s supposed to be prepping and rehearsing, but instead, he’s giving my vocal cords a workout to see how often he can make me scream.
The last four hours of the ride, I locked myself in our bedroom and refused to let him in until I heard him practice through the set at least once.
My heart fucking soared when I heard him sing. I’ve heard it so often lately, but listening to him through the door does nothing to dull the strange, flighty feeling in my chest at hearing his deep, smoky vibrato.
There’s a reason the world lovesDark Sinsso much. Creed brings a unique, unparalleled approach to music that pushes the boundaries of the genres they enter with every song.
When he gets toBorn From Ash,he cranks the music up extra loud. I roll my eyes because he knows how I feel about it. I fucking love it. Despite the fact that he left one of my moans in the song, it’s one of my favorites on the album. Right next toTheirs.
I know we’re getting close to the arena, and I need to sleep if I have any intention of performing tonight. The fans are apparently just as excited to see me again as they are the band. It’s weird, feeling this level of popularity, but if it means I get to do what I love with the people I love, I can’t complain.
I wake sometime later to the feeling of a body settling on top of mine. The clean laundry scent wraps around me like a comforting blanket, and in an instant, I know that it’s Riley.
“I distinctly remember locking the door,” I mumble into the fabric of his shirt.
“And I distinctly remember hiding the key in the kitchen drawer,” Creed drawls from somewhere across the room.
I peek around Riley to see him smiling at me with a shit-eating grin on his face.
He plops down next to me. “You ready, Stardust?” he asks, booping my nose.
Riley kisses the junction of my neck before pulling away. “Rehearsal starts in about an hour, and we need your help picking where to set up your silks.”
My stomach flips with excitement. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
Riley and Creed stand, each of them offering me a hand. Eagerly, I take them.
I standin the front row of the crowd, a black slip dress covering my aerial costume. It’s shiny and iridescent, the shades matching my hair, half orange and half blue. This piece is more modest than the first one Riley and Creed bought for me, but it’s still cheeky enough to have Creed on edge.
I love how over the top he gets when it comes to Riley and me.
Asher and his security team surround me as I watchAs We Standopen up forDark Sins.They’re good, and they sound even better live than they do on their recorded tracks. Jake sounds fucking phenomenal. I can’t stop the tiny twinge of jealousy that radiates through me at how he fully recovered with proper therapy. But I can’t be angry. I was taken care of by the best of the best, despite my brother and Creed not having enough money to pay for my therapy.
I’ll forever be grateful for them and their protection.
A delicate finger taps my shoulder, and I turn to find a girl staring at me through the dim lighting. Security blocks her access to me, but I wave him off. He only moves when I glare at Asher long enough to have him sigh and nod.
Alphahole brother.
