Page 115 of Creed

He’s staring straight ahead.

Though, the look on his face isn’t angry, or pissed, or even shocked at my silence. It’s soft, almost endearing. Inviting. His eyes never leave the spot in which he’s staring, so I follow his gaze, right to the door to our room. The door I’d noticed wasn’t latched earlier. One that I swear wasn’t open a moment before.

Yet standing in the door frame, looking nervous as hell with his hands in his pockets, stands the second man to ever claim a piece of my heart for his own without even knowing it; Riley Graves.

Soulful, deep brown eyes are locked onto me before they drift lower, to where Creed and I are still connected, then snap back to mine. There’s trepidation in his eyes, but it’s overshadowed and glistening with intense longing and lust.

In this darkened room, Riley’s eyes look nearly black. I’ve noticed when he feels passionately about something, if it makes him emotional, his dark eyes shimmer—much like they are right now—and look like he’s on the verge of tears. I love that about him, though. It’s just the immense way that Riley’s emotions are worn so vividly on his sleeve.

Creed’s hands softly caress my sides and the flesh of my belly as he looks down at me, momentarily drawing my attention away from Riley. His ice blue eyes hold no malice at his next question, only intrigue and curiosity. He bends his head, his lips ghosting over my ear as he whispers loud enough for the three of us to hear. “Do you want my best friend, Collins?”

My breathing stutters in my chest. “Creed,” It’s meant to be a plea, but it turns into a crying moan when he flexes his hips almost imperceptibly, but it pushes his pierced cock deeper within me, and my brain goes fuzzy for a moment.

“Let me rephrase that, baby.” He lifts his head on a dark chuckle, looking in Riley’s direction but he’s still speaking to me when he asks, “Do you want him, too?”

“Too?” I parrot.

This time his whisper is so soft in my ear; I know it’s meant for only me to hear. “Yes or no, Collins? I’ll tell him to fuck off right now if you don’t want him.”

I lock eyes with Riley, and the way he’s looking at me has my body warring between bursting into tears and pussy clenching hard around Creed’s cock. He bites back a groan, his hands flexing and squeezing my hips. I keep my eyes on Riley when I ask, “What happens to us if I do?”

Neither of us looks away, but the unspoken answer to the question I just asked hangs heavy in the air between the two of us. We both know what we want. Riley’s eyes are begging me to say yes, to not turn him away. Without even having to say a word, Riley has given me his answer. Creed has given me the power, but his dick twitching deep inside my pussy is making it hard to see any rational side of this entire odd exchange.

Creed is still gripping me tightly when he finally answers. “If you do,” his voice is rough and gritty as he grips the underside of my jaw again with this calloused, tattooed hand and turns my head so that my eyes meet his bright blue gaze. “It changes nothing between us,” he pulls me against his chest and my heart lurches in my chest, and it feels like a massive weight is instantly lifted. He doesn’t stop there, though. He uses his grip on my jaw to steer me back to where Riley still waits patiently in the doorway before he continues, “but changes everything between us.”

Us.

Not ‘us’ as in me and Creed and our feelings for one another, but ‘us’ as in me, Creed, and Riley. I have no idea what it means to be in a relationship with two men at the same time, but I do know without a shadow of a doubt that I am undeniably in love with Creed, and that my feelings towards Riley are quickly heading that direction, too, but never once have my feelings for the other dimmed in that realization.

It's selfish of me, wanting them both. But they want me, too. I close my eyes for just a moment, knowing everything is about to change. “Yes.” I say as I open my eyes again, looking right at my fun-loving, tender-hearted drummer. I speak confidently, directly to him when I say, “I do. I want you, Riley Benjamin.” I reach my hand out to him, the physical invitation leaving no room for error in interpretation. “I—I need you. Please.” My plea sounds more like a whimper and he answers with the softest groan that makes my core clench around Creed.

Creed kisses the top of my head and I feel him smile against my hair. His hands move to cup my breasts, his calloused fingers tweaking at my already-hardened nipples. I moan and he chuckles before calling across the room. “Fucking finally.” He chuckles, and I make a mental note to circle back to that comment later. “You heard her, Ri. You better get your ass in here and show our girl exactly how you feel about her.”

Chapter 40

Riley

AM I FUCKING DREAMING RIGHT NOW?

There is absolutely no way that Collins just admitted that she wants us both. And judging from the look in her eyes, the way they softened as they met mine, her honesty overpowered her lust as she told me she wanted me, too. Collins isn’t after some fling or a one-time threesome between us either.

I didn’t think this would happen for me. That anyone would want me. Not just anyone, but Collins Adaire Weston. After being told my entire life by my own mother that I was unlovable, that people would get sick of me and leave, I began to believe her. She verbally beat it into my skull that I was ugly from the inside, out. So naturally, I detached myself from the world. If I didn’t connect with people, they couldn’t leave.

Then Creed came along and found me playing drums in the parking lot of a Home Depot store and refused to leave me alone. He pressed and pushed and poked and prodded for me to join his band. Eventually he wore me down to join, but he didn’t stop there. He moved me into his home with him when I had nowhere else to go and over the last few years, he showed me what it was like to have a friend, a family. I found that in Creed, Bear, and Ayla. They showed up for me when I needed them, and they stayed.

It felt like a fever dream to have loving people in my life, so I didn’t want to push my luck by trying romantic relationships. That was a whole other level of intimacy and affection that I wasn’t comfortable with.

So here I am, a twenty-three year old virgin.

Up until tonight when Creed cornered me outside of the tour bus, it was no time at all before I was confessing that I’m so far gone for the snow-white blonde, but how I’d also felt that I was in deep shit with myself because I would never betray Creed by telling either of them how I really feel about her. My need to keep the secret had backfired spectacularly because I’d ended up telling him everything anyway and he clung onto every. Damn. Word.

The psychopath had the audacity to smile at my heart attack-inducing confession. He fucking smiled. Apparently he’d had a plan in place for several days now on approaching me and bringing me into what he keeps calling a throuple. I’d felt like I’d stepped into an alternate universe because there was no way in hell that he was willing to share his girl, of whom he’s been extremely protective and possessive of his entire life.

My mind spirals back to the conversation we had a few hours ago;

Creed grabs my arm and hauls me outside as Collins finishes gathering whatever she needs for tonight.

I’m hesitant to meet Creed’s eyes, but when I do, the hairs on the back of my neck stand as he stares at me, his face a completely unreadable mask. His bright eyes search mine like he’s looking for something. I swallow nervously as he takes a step forward, his body crowding mine. I have no idea what the fuck he’s searching for, but apparently he finds it because a wicked grin plasters across his face.

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