Page 68 of Creed
After that, word quickly spread, and soon Creed was getting requests to escort people on their camping trips, and even host survivalist camps where he taught people how to survive in the wilderness. The work suited him well and brought in decent money. Plus, the flexible schedule allowed him plenty of time to work on building his house.
Or maybe, based on how much time I spent there, I should call itourhouse.
Finally, after months of hard work, the house was finished. The six of us had a party to celebrate the completion of the last main structure on the property.
Magnus and Brody, as well as their partners, stayed up well into the night, drinking and talking around the outdoor firepit. However, Creed grabbed my wrists and dragged me inside early.
“Come here. I... I prepared something.”
I’d seen the inside of his new house before, but I still looked around at everything with interest as we passed by. It was a modest structure. Creed hadn’t wanted anything too elaborate, as he planned to spend a majority of his time outside, but it was also comfortable enough to ride out a long winter cooped up inside without going stir-crazy. Most of the rooms were on thefirst floor, with only the master bedroom on the second floor. This left plenty of space for an upstairs balcony, and also put distance between the master bedroom and the guest bedroom. Just in case anyone needed to stay over.
Upstairs, Creed slowly opened the door to the master bedroom. An uncharacteristic pink blush stained his cheeks, leaving me dying with curiosity about what was on the other side of the door.
What I found was a scene straight out of a romantic comedy. The room was mostly open concept, bathtub, shower, and fireplace all living together in harmony. Apparently, Creed’s love of the outdoors meant that he didn’t understand the need for unnecessary walls inside and had designed the space himself along with Brody’s help.
It was an unusual bedroom, but I’d seen it before and no longer found it surprising.
What did shock me was that there were now rose petals everywhere. A bright cascade of crimson covered the bed, the floor in front of the fireplace, and there was even a floral river leading to the bathtub. He’d also illuminated the space with more candles than were probably safe, giving everything a soft, intimate glow.
“What’s this all about?” I asked as I entered the room, my feet kicking up more rose petals with each step.
Creed picked up a bottle of champagne that had been sitting in a tub of ice and held it in his hands like he wasn’t sure what to do with it.
“Well, it’s partly to celebrate the completion of the house, but also, you’re leaving soon, aren’t you? Finally going to theHimalayas like your editor wanted. Since I’m not going to see you for a while, I wanted to do something special. Did I get it wrong?”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Wrong?”
“Yeah.” He brought the champagne over to the tub where two glasses were waiting. “All of my research implied that this is the kind of stuff that couples do.”
“Creed,” I gaped at him. “Were you... were you studying romance movies to figure out how to have a relationship?”
At first, he started to nod, staring more at his feet than at me, but then he seemed to change his mind and shook his head. “I started off with romance movies, but most of them featured a straight couple, and I feared that may not apply to us. Luckily, the Internet had more detailed examples.”
Sometimes, it honestly seemed like Creed spoke his own language. All the words he said made sense on their own, but putting them together required me to translate his meaning.
“Creed, were you...” I had to pause for a moment to keep myself from laughing. “Were you studying porn to figure out how to be gay?”
“Well, when you say it like that is sounds ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath.
For one moment, the pout on his face nearly broke my control and caused me to laugh out loud. If I had, then the romantic atmosphere he’d tried so hard to create would have been ruined. So, I bit my tongue, kept my laughter under control, and planted a kiss on his lips instead.
“It’s perfect,” I said, and I meant it. “Now, I’m not sure what you had planned for tonight, but I see two glasses of champagne and an extra-large, jetted tub that are dying to be shared. How about we start there?”
It was a night of indulgence.
We lounged in the bath, trading kisses and sensual touches, until the water went cold and every bubble had popped. I felt so clean that I almost expected to squeak when I walked.
After we climbed out of the tub, we intended to head for the bed, but never made it. We were so caught up in kissing that we ended up just sprawling out on the floor in front of the fireplace.
The faux fur rug cushioned us from the hard floor and was just large enough to hold us both. I entirely forgot we weren’t on a bed as Creed climbed on top of me, trailing kisses from my mouth down my neck and even farther still to the rest of my body.
“Your... studies have been... paying off,” I gasped as his tongue swirled around one of my nipples. In just two months, the stoic yet shy man who could barely say the word “sex” had disappeared. In his place, was a man of confidence who seemed to know exactly what to do to get me going.
What kind of porn had he been watching?
“You’ve been so patient with me,” Creed said as he moved over to lavish the same attention on my other nipple. “I want to make you feel good as well.”
“You always make me feel good,” I tried to say, but the words mushed together into one jumbled sound when he bit my nipplejust hard enough to send an electric jolt of pleasure racing up my spine.
