Page 129 of Creed

“He came to Tony’s defense, which makes him just as guilty. So he’s gone, too. We don’t need a fucking manager for this tour. We don’t need him at all. We’ll look for a new manager when all this shit we’re dealing with blows over.”

I feel sick to my stomach because the look in Creed’s eyes tells me that Steve is guilty of more than simple association, but I have to force the feeling away because I will not cause Collins unnecessary pain and trauma.

I resume tracing soft paths up and down her legs before taking one of her tiny, delicate feet and massage her instep. She lets out the sexiest moan and the sound goes straight to my dick. Creed’s too, if the way he’s now shifting her in his lap is any indication.

Now’s not the time because I have so many questions but the main one that’s yanking at my mind is, “What are we gonna do about Tony’s spot? We don’t have a backup bassist just sitting around.”

“Already covered.” He says, stroking his hands up and down Collins’ arm, tracing the elegant floral tattoo on her shoulder. “I was going to talk to everyone in the morning, but Lachlan actually has a guy. He’ll be here later this morning. I’m sending security to pick him up and bring him back to meet everyone. He’ll use Tony’s bus, which Bear is having cleaned up. He’ll have everything he needs to get up to speed before our next show in a few days.”

That’s…impressive. I can’t believe everything that went down in the time that Creed was gone. I wasn’t even there and I’m fucking exhausted after listening to everything.

“What’s his name?” Collins asks while looking down at her razor sharp nails. Sharp nails that felt fucking amazing scratching up my back and scalp while I fucked her in bed and ate her in the shower. My dick twitches against her heel and her eyes snap to mine and she fucking winks at me. I blush. Hard.

“His name is Blair, and I know nothing else about him other than the fact that he plays bass and is closely connected to Lachlan. I haven’t met him but I think we can trust him. I don’t think Lachlan would do anything to put us in danger.” He looks at Collins and takes a breath before continuing. “Those McTavish brothers aren’t your average men. They’re powerful and they protect what’s theirs. Asher has become family to them, so by extension, you have, too.”

Her eyes widen and swell with tears at the mention of her brother. Creed isn’t done with the surprises yet, because he hits her with news that has her sobbing happy tears in our laps. “Speaking of Asher, Callan will be transferring him to a team down here in a few weeks.”

“He’s coming home?” She squeaks, the emotion clogging her raspy voice nearly breaking my heart.

“He is,” Creed breathes, then laughs when Collins sobs turn to this odd combination of laughing and crying. Moments later, I join in when I can’t handle the emotions anymore.

Before any of us can take a breath we’re all pressing together as close as we can get, Creed and I alternating kissing Collins. I keep waiting for it to feel weird, but it just doesn’t. I can’t explain it but everything about this feels so fucking right. The tender shared kisses turn more urgent, more frenzied. Collins is all lips and tongue and teeth with her hands tangled in mine and Creed’s hair. She’s got our faces pulled together so that all of our noses are touching and me and Creed are kissing her at the same time. There’s something so unbelievably erotic about sharing something so intimate like this.

Mine and Creed’s lips brush at the corners but it does nothing to deter me from kissing our girl until she’s breathless and whimpering beneath us.

I become blind to the bliss, nothing existing outside of the three of us. I can think of nothing more than the actual act of kissing, claiming, biting, and sucking Collins’ sinful lips and her delicate, pale skin. That’s why I don’t even notice that her lips are fucking missing from this kiss equation. Her hands are still in our hair with a tight grip holding us close together but it’s no longer my Snow’s soft, full lips that are now fully claiming my own.

I’ve hardly registered that I’m currently making out with my best friend in front of our girlfriend who may or may not be orchestrating the whole damned thing before a second set of hands cups my jaw and the kiss deepens.

Creed groans and Collins whines and I don’t know which sound it was that had my dick twitching behind my joggers, but here we are.

Ignoring my lack of experience or even looking for a partner, I’d always considered myself straight. But I don’t find kissing Creed to be abhorrent or even jarring to my lust-addled brain. Maybe it’s because he’s always been affectionate towards me, kissing and hugging me whenever he felt like it—though up until now it’d never been on the lips. Maybe it’s the heat of this moment we’ve been caught up in. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s something Collins wanted to witness and had orchestrated it.

Or maybe it’s just because we want to.

I’m too lost in lust right now to fully dissect how I feel about it and decide to just give in to what my girl wants and think about my feelings later. If she’s turned on by me kissing Creed, I guess he better learn to take my affections as much as he gives his own.

Creed is the first to break the kiss and we look at each other for a long moment that should feel awkward but doesn’t. It’s like something passes between us as I watch the look in Creed’s eyes just barely shift. It makes my stomach dip and flip before the sweet, soothing voice of Collins chirp. “Holy fuck that was hot.”

She’s shifts slightly so that she’s sitting with her legs tucked beneath her on the bed, her thighs rub together causing that plain t-shirt she’s wearing to ride up her milky thighs.

“Oh yeah?” Creed smirks as he grips the back of my neck and yanks me toward him again. My heart rate kicks up as he runs his nose up the column of my neck and speaks in a low, gravelly tone, “you loved seeing your boyfriends together, Stardust?”

A shiver breaks out across my skin where his lips and warm breaths fan across my neck and collarbone. My eyes are glued to Collins, who is watching us closely as she bites her lip and nods vigorously. Her eyes land on me, trying to gauge my reaction. If I’m going to freak out, it won’t be right now. I’m too turned on and too used to Creed’s antics to reject what he’s doing.

I’m not sure who’s taking the reins in this back and forth between them but all I know is I’m totally along for the ride. Literally.

Creed grabs her by the front of her throat and yanks her closer to him so that they’re nose to nose. “What else do you fantasize about in that pretty little head of yours, Stardust?”

She swallows and I watch with curiosity as she sifts through her sex fantasies to come up with an answer. She finds it a second later—much sooner than I’d expected—when she leans in and whispers something into Creed’s ear.

His eyes widen at whatever she says but he just smiles like the madman he is and pushes her forward until she’s straddling my hips.

“What’d you say?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs until I reach the bare, round curve of her ass and squeeze.

She hisses and opens her mouth, but Creed cuts her off. “Why don’t you show him exactly what you told me?”

It’s not really a request. Collins gives Creed a smile that could easily be a cross between reluctance and excitement and it’s a wild sight.

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