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I grab the back of his neck gently and pull him a few feet away but keep close to the door so I can be near Collins when she steps out.

“Let me ask you something, Riley Benjamin.” He tenses beneath my hold and stands stock still. I grin at him, ready to just plow through this dumpster fire of confusion and emotional turmoil that’s got him looking so sickly right now. “Do you have feelings for my girl?”

Chapter 37

Collins

Creed and I are on our way to a hotel in a rental car that someone on his crew had dropped off earlier in the night. I’m so wound up from the concert and I’ve been fighting the urge to jump his bones from the moment we walked off stage. I know I also need to tell him about Tony, and I decide I’ll do that as soon as we get there.

Trying to keep my mind busy, I stare down at Creed’s hand that’s lightly gripping my thigh and trace the lines of the tattoos that extend all the way down to his first knuckles. My thoughts carry me back to when I was on the bus with Riley, just before Creed arrived. I could tell that something was haunting him by the far-off look in his eyes. It was killing me not knowing how to handle it.

I wanted to pull him into my arms and hug the hurt from his body, but I feel like something’s shifted between us and I have no idea where to draw the line with our interactions anymore.

I glance over at Creed and I can see the raw and pure joy radiating off of him in waves and I can’t help but feel a little guilty. I’ve waited quite literally my entire life to belong to him and now that I finally have him, not only do I feel an intense, all-consuming love for him, but I can’t deny there’s something blooming there for Riley, too.

I have too much shit to get off my chest and I’m not looking forward to any of the upcoming conversations.

I feel like I’d made things awkward when I kissed Riley’s cheek earlier tonight, but he’d been nothing but his usual sweet and playful self that he always is to me. I’d teased him about hiding his M&M’s from me and it seemed to make the situation a little lighter, but not completely better. Just a band-aid to rip off later.

Not knowing what else to do, I’d sparked the idea to get him to dance with me and to just let go of his emotions, even if just for a moment. Before I knew it, we were both spinning and swaying and laughing in the kitchen to anything and everything that came through the speakers.

My cheeks heat when I think about the way I’d stumbled into him and how it felt when his arms wrapped around me. It wasn’t the same feeling as the many times he’s hugged me in the last week. It felt like more, at least to me, and that’s dangerous. I think I need to distance myself from Riley to sort through these wild emotions that I shouldn’t even be feeling in the first place for a man who isn’t Creed.

Speaking of men who aren’t Creed, my brain thinks back to just before I left the bus. I was rooting through the drawers looking for a small bag to snatch some of Riley’s candy for myself when I heard a repeated buzzing noise coming from one of the drawers. Opening it, I’d found my old prepaid phone lit up with about fifteen notifications. I recall the way all the blood drained from my face and had to take a deep breath before looking through the messages.

I shouldn’t have. I know I shouldn’t have looked, but my morbid curiosity got the better of me.

I scrolled through several more messages than I even knew had come through on my old phone. In an instant, I was filled with disgust and nausea with every message I read. There were lots of crude messages, threats of how close he felt to me, how he couldn’t wait to get his hands on me. It got to a point where there were thumbnails of images, but when I’d clicked on them, they disappeared and I couldn’t see them. I took it as a small victory that he’d failed in threatening me.

What kept me from completely spiraling, though, was the fact that he seemed to be clueless as to where I was tonight and what I’d done. My makeup, hair, and mask had kept me anonymous.

Not entirely sure how anonymous I’ll be now that Creed’s kissed me on stage in front of thousands of their fans.

Creed’s hand slides up higher on my thigh and I’m sucked back into the moment with him when he groans at the same time he reaches the apex of my thighs. I gasp when his pinky grazes over my panties, right over my clit before the rest of his fingers join in on cupping me. The pressure is hard enough to get rid of any thoughts that don’t include Creed and the way he’s touching me right now.

I moan when he starts to rub slow circles at a torturous pace and I buck my hips up in the seat, chasing his touch. He tries to pull away but I grab onto his forearm so tight that my nails dig into his skin. He hisses but when I look over at him, he’s got his head relaxed back against the headrest, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The look is entirely too sexy and it only serves to rachet my desire for him.

“Creed,” I moan when he starts to touch me again, giving me that delicious pressure that I so desperately need.

“Fuuuuuck baby,” He grits out, glancing at me for a moment with eyes that are filled to the brim with want and desire before facing forward again to turn down another road, “You’re so fucking wet for me already. I can’t wait to bury myself inside you and drown myself in your ecstasy.”

“Oh, God,” I moan when he focuses on my clit again, flicking it with his middle finger. My body jolts at the sensation it gives me and I grip his arm tighter. My head lolls to the side to take in the man giving me so much pleasure. What I wasn’t expecting to see was the shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“If that’s what you want to call me, I have no objections, Stardust.”

I should fucking slap him for that, but it sounded so goddamned sexy coming from his lips, and he has a point. He is a god, and I want to worship every part of him. It makes me want to bend over and offer my pussy as a sacrifice for his wicked needs.

Creed keeps working my body until I’m panting and whimpering, the sounds filling the small space of this car may as well rival the volume level of a gunshot. I rock into his hand, needing to come more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.

As if he can tell how close I am, Creed’s skilled fingers pick up the pace and he increases the pressure against my clit. I moan and gasp at the changeup, my voice cracking as I cry out his name.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. Fucking soak these panties and make a mess of my hand.” That’s all I need. I detonate at his words, my orgasm crashing through my body hard and fast. My body tenses and my nails dig so deep into the skin of his forearm that I’m convinced I’ve drawn blood. Heat floods my core and my face grows warm at the way my own blood is now coursing through my body at a rapid pace.

Creed rounds another corner before pulling into the parking garage of some fancy-looking hotel, but I can’t even register the name because I’m already unbuckling my seatbelt and reaching over to undo Creed’s belt before he can even throw the car in park.

“Whoa, baby, easy,” He says with a soft laugh, but I’m not joking. I need his cock, and I fucking need it now.

“I need you, Creed.” I plead, my hand gliding over his obvious erection behind his jeans, making him groan when I squeeze around his length. I’m hardly paying attention to our surroundings in the parking garage when I look him dead in the eye and start to unbuckle his belt and jeans, pulling the zipper down to free his cock. “Watching you tonight was a fucking experience that had me all worked up and I think I’ll fucking expire if I don’t have you in my mouth in the next two seconds.”

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