Page 126 of Creed

Asher: I just received orders that I’ll be transferred soon. Tell Bug that I can’t wait to come home.

My chest tightens at his old nickname for her. I tell him that I’ll relay the message and shove my phone back into my pocket, ready to be done with the fucking thing for the night.

I push my way into the main room like a madman, stumbling over my own shoes as I try to kick them off as I walk and that’s when a sound hits me.

I freeze when I hear it again.

A moan.

My dick is instantly rock solid and my feet are moving before I can even form a thought. I follow the sounds all the way to the main bedroom and into the bathroom. I drop the ice cream on the bedside table and head straight for the sounds that keep emitting throughout the quiet space. It’s steamy as fuck in there which tells me that they’ve been showering for a while.

I hear another broken, rasping moan and crack the door open. The entire space smells like her bodywash mixed with a whole lot of sex and I think it’s my favorite new smell in the whole world.

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I lean against the doorframe and take in the sight before me. I don’t dare make a sound because there’s no fucking way I’m interrupting what I’m seeing.

Riley’s on his knees and he’s got Collins propped up against the white tiled wall of the shower, her legs thrown over his shoulders. Her cotton candy hair is plastered to her face and her head is thrown back in pleasure. She looks so fucking beautiful like this. Riley’s fucking devouring her pussy like it’s his last meal. It’s the most erotic sight, but nothing compares to the moment she comes. I love the huskiness of her voice as she cries out, calling his name. The next moment, she tips her head down and their eyes lock as she buries her hands in his wet auburn hair, her body shaking from her orgasm. I nearly come in my pants when I hear his soft hum against her pussy and it makes her whole body shudder again.

I silently watch as he eases her down, gently placing her legs back on the floor one at a time, kissing and stroking the inside of her thighs before placing a kiss right over her mound.

Collins smiles a sleepy, sated smile as she grabs Riley’s hands and pulls him to stand. They’re pressed so tightly against one another and my heart swells when he cups her face and her hands reach up to grip his wrists. Their foreheads press together and they just…stand there. Completely content to be in each other’s space. He whispers something to her that makes her smile and she whispers back.

I don’t know what they said and I decide I don’t care, either. I’ve never seen them so happy or tranquil and that alone is enough for me. My dick can take a breather, no matter how hard he is for what I just saw.

I quietly leave the bathroom and quickly get undressed and rinse my bloody knuckles off in the kitchen, hissing at the cold water when it hits the split skin.

I’ll tell the whole story in the morning.

I get back to the room and I’m just getting onto the bed in just my boxers when Riley and Collins step back into the room, both wrapped in towels. My eyes find Collins’ first and there’s a flash of nervousness before she fucking beams like the brightest star and bounds toward me.

“You’re back!” She squeaks out in excitement right as I catch her and wrap my arms around her.

I chuckle as I bury my nose in her freshly washed hair. “Miss me, Stardust?”

“Always,” she whispers before releasing me to sit up. She kisses me, sweet and quick, before rummaging through her overnight bag and pulls out one of my t-shirts and dresses herself in it.

No panties, Stardust?

Riley’s dressed in a pair of joggers that make his ass look spectacular, not to mention his massive dick that’s outlined in the front of them. I make sure to tell him so and he laughs, albeit a bit awkwardly.

He rubs at the back of his neck as he takes a seat on the opposite side of the bed as me. Collins plops down between us a second later with the bag of ice cream and three giant spoons.

I promised her we’d clear the air once I got back with ice cream, and really define what this relationship is between us. I don’t want anyone to feel awkward, so I figured ice cream conversations would be enough of a buffer to not feel threatening or like anyone was being backed into a corner.

“Ugh, I was fucking starving.” Collins moans after digging into her cookies n’ cream ice cream. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’ll buy you ice cream wherever and whenever you want.”

“Those are dangerous words, Creed.” She teases, taking another massive bite. There’s a little drop setting on her lower lip, but before she can lick it clean, Riley shocks me by leaning forward and doing it for her before kissing her.

My eyes are wide with surprise when he looks at me and suddenly he looks scared.

Oh fuck, none of that.

I stab my Moose Tracks ice cream with my spoon and scoop a bite that rivals Collins’. “Nuh, uh, Ri. None of that.”

“What?” He asks, sounding nervous. It causes Collins to pause her bite to look at me, then him. She sets her spoon down and places her hand on his knee and gives him a reassuring squeeze.

“I don’t want any of that” I gesture towards the face he’s currently making, “If we’re doing this.” I mumble around a huge bite, gesturing the spoon between the three of us.

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