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"They didn't just try. They succeeded." Creed shakes his head from side to side. “Christ. Colleen didn’t even look sorry when she left with them.”

"You'd think she'd appreciate the fact that we fought to defend her honor."

“Be honest,” Creed says, “if we hadn’t been bickering with each other about whether or not to leave, maybe we wouldn’t have embarrassed ourselves so badly. Those guys didn’t even break a sweat, but look at us.” He removes the ice pack, checks his reflection in the window on the oven door and winces.

"Maybe we ought to put in that weight room upstairs. We'll be ready if this happens again." Even as I say the words, I know there won’t be any more dates for us. In addition to apparently being cursed when it comes to women, no doubt word of this humiliation has spread around town like wildfire.

"Could this day get any worse?" Creed gets us each another beer.

As if on cue, my phone rings. I glance at the caller ID. "Maxine Winters," I say.

Creed shrugs. "You might as well answer. She'll just keep calling. You know how she is."

I answer the call and put it on speaker. "Hello, Maxine. Did everything go okay with Dennis and Randy today?"

"Would I be calling you at ten p.m. if I was thrilled with the service I received?" her voice crackles with annoyance.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I say, trying to placate her. "Dennis and Randy are our best employees."

"Look, you two. I was a customer of yours when it took both of you buttheads to screw in a light bulb. That sort of loyalty ought to count for something so when I call and tell you I need a leak fixed at my house, I don't want you to send in the second string. I want you and Creed."

Creed and I exchange a glance.

"And don't think you've gotten too big and important to take care of small home repairs for people like me. I'd be ashamed to know you if that was true and you don't want that. Now, I'll expect to see you both here first thing in the morning. I'll make biscuits."

The line goes dead.

CHAPTER5

Tracy

"Oh damn,Tracy, you feel so good. Perfect." Creed's hands slide over the curve of my hips.

I'm naked, on my hands and knees on the bed with Creed standing behind me and Jake beneath me.

My heart pounds as the three of us connect to one another. Jake holds my face between his hands and kisses me deeply. A sharp stab hits my heart and heat spreads through my body. When his mouth releases mine, I'm panting. Our eyes meet and it's as though I can lose myself in his blue depths. I'm spiraling and floating in a haze of happiness and security.

Creed's fingers touch the slit of my pussy and I push my backside in his direction, eager for more. Desperate for the connection between the three of us to grow stronger which I instinctively know will happen when we join our bodies.

"She is perfect, isn't she?" Jake says, still staring into my eyes. "Perfect for us. For always."

"Yes, we're never going to let you go," Creed says, resting the tip of his cock at the opening of my pussy.

This is it, my brain screams. My pussy pulses in anticipation of being filled with his thick cock.

Creed slams into me and I rock forward on the bed, the headboard slamming into the wall with a bang. With each forceful thrust, I moan deep in my throat in rhythm with the sounds of the headboard impacting the wall behind it.

"Tracy! Tracy!"

"Yes, say my name!" I shout. "Fuck me, Creed."

"Tracy!"

A hand lands on my shoulder and shakes me. I blink awake, realizing I'm coated with sweat and my throat is sore from moaning and shouting. I look up and see Aunt Max standing next to the bed. "Tracy, honey, wake up. You were dreaming again."

My whole body goes hot with humiliation.

"D-did I shout 'fuck me, Creed'?" I can barely say the words.

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