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“Like I said, polyamory is a very real thing. I think Collins is one of those capable of falling for more than one soul. You’re my best friend. You’re my family. Why would I ever deny her that right to happiness? Especially when I know that her feelings for me could never waver, either.” He glances at the windows when her silhouette passes by, her voice carrying through the walls of the bus as she sings one of our most popular songs as loud as she possibly can.

When he’s sure that we’re in the clear, he continues “I’ve never been in a relationship like this. Never even contemplated the idea of sharing a woman. I mean, fuck, I’ve never been in a real relationship period. But the three of us? I can’t explain it but it just makes sense to me, Ri. I’ve got a plan, and I need to know if you’re in it with me.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nope” He responds quickly, popping the ‘p’ before sighing. “Of course you have a choice. You choose Collins. Choose us.”

Well shit. I’m running out of time to answer, knowing Collins will join us out here any minute, but it’s been a no brainer from the moment I met her. Creed may act on a whim sometimes, but it’s not without thought and observation. Everything about this is a gamble but I trust Creed with my life and I know he would never drag me into something as big and as monumental as this if he wasn’t sure of the outcome.

I take a deep breath and get it all out before the subject of this crazy-ass conversation walks out that door. “Collins is…fucking special. She’s so goddamned talented, she’s funny, and so fucking smart. It wasn’t just her beauty that drew me to her. It was her fire, all that fucking sass in one tiny body, the way she could handle any argument with men three times her size and somehow still looked down her nose at them. I love her toughness, but I also love her vulnerability. It makes me want to protect her. From like, everything and everyone. I’ve never felt that with another person, but she brought that out in me.

“But you have to know, Creed, that I would’ve never acted upon my feelings, nor would I ever, had this conversation gone the opposite direction. If you told me to fuck off and leave her alone, I would respect that. I would never put her in a difficult situation that made her uncomfortable or made her feel like she had to choose. Never.”

“I know, Ri.” Is all he says, but it speaks volumes.

I look up to where the light at the back of the bus turns out, “So, how do we approach Collins with this? She’s been much better lately, but I know she gets anxiety and her dissociative disorder can’t always be helped, we need to do this carefully. I don’t want her to feel cornered and trigger either of those for her either.”

Creed claps his hands together before rubbing his palms back and forth as a mischievous grin takes over his entire face. “Leave that to me. Just be ready and meet us at the hotel at midnight”

I glance at my phone, noting that it’s 9:30 at night.

Two and a half hours later my uber arrives after sending very panicked texts to Creed and I make my way to the hotel.

Chapter 41

Riley

Iblink at the sight across the room from me. Collins’ beautifully naked body fully bared to me on her knees, Creed also naked behind her, and though it’s dark in the room, I know his cock is still fully seated deep inside her perfect pussy. All that thought does is turn me on more.

This is not what I meant when I told Creed we needed to handle approaching this with care.

“Yes,” Collins whispers, the word broken. But her jade green eyes meet mine and Creed never stops touching, caressing her skin as she looks at me and admits the words I’ve been only dreaming of hearing. “I want you.” She reaches one hand out for me and that one gesture is like a line straight to my heart. “I—I need you. Please, Riley.”

I push off the doorway and groan softly. Creed chuckles after kissing the top of Collins’ head and looks at me over the top of her head and says with a salacious grin, “You heard her, Ri. You better get your ass in here and show our girl exactly how you feel about her.”

Holy shit.

This is real.

I don’t know why a part of me thought that this was all some cruel prank against me. Years of my own mother’s verbal abuse had conditioned that trait into me. To want something so badly, only to have it ripped away from me while laughing in my face.

“Ri,” Collins moans when Creed starts to move again, thrusting in and out of her, his cock disappearing between her thighs and my eyes are automatically drawn to the erotic sight.

The desperation in that one little syllable of my nickname falling from her lips has my feet moving quick and without thought. I fucking adore this girl and I can’t believe I get to prove that to her. That she wants me to show her.

So I do.

I take her outstretched hand and refuse to let go as I crawl across the bed on my knees, more desperate than ever to feel her lips on mine. I cup her face with one hand and she smiles up at me as if I were the answer to her prayers. Fuck me, if I weren’t already on my knees, that smile would’ve brought me to them. She reaches up and fists my t-shirt tight with her free hand and pulls me impossibly closer, her head tipping back, her full, pouty lips demanding mine.

“You want me?” I whisper, my eyes locked on hers and I can’t hide the vulnerability in the question that slips past my lips.

Creed kisses her neck as he shifts his hips again. He’s quiet, but he’s helping to keep her grounded in this moment, to keep her from slipping into her own mind. I guess he really knows what he’s doing and wasn’t kidding when he said he had a plan.

Collins nods in my grip as a watery smile graces her face. “I do.” She whispers back.

“Fuck, Snow.” I groan before closing the distance and kissing her the way I’ve been dying to from the moment I first laid eyes on her.

Slow and tender. Savoring.

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