I put my hands on his chest as I sank lower and lower. Once he was fully sheathed inside of me, I exhaled. “I’ve never been on top before. Do I just bounce?”
His body shook with silent laughter and he tucked my hair behind my ear. “Just do what feels good to you.”
“I want you to feel good, too.”
“Whatever you do will feel good. Trust me.”
Biting my lip, I lifted up and slid back down him. That felt good, but it was missing something. I lifted up again and rolled my hips as I slid back down. That made us both groan. I did it again and again. He squeezed my hips, urging me to go faster and to slam down onto him harder. So I did.
“There you go, Shi,” he praised before leaning up to kiss me. “Do you love riding my cock?”
“Yes,” I panted. I felt my orgasm nearing and I chased it. “Creed,” I breathed. “I’m going to cum.”
He thrust his hips up, setting me off. I fisted his shirt and my head fell to his chest as I came apart. Just as my orgasm began to subside, Creed hooked his arm around my lower back and flipped us.
I let out a little yelp as he laid me on the seat. He threw my ankles onto his shoulders and began driving into me with hard thrusts. I threw my arms above my head and grabbed a hold of the head rest, needing something to hold onto because he was fucking me toward another orgasm. “Fuck!” I cursed.
“You’re gonna cum for me again, Shi,” he said as he pounded into me.
My legs shook uncontrollably and my toes curled in my shoes as I came again.
He grunted as he came, his thrusts turning into short spurts until he stilled inside me. Both of us were sweaty and breathing laboriously. That didn’t stop Creed from leaning down and kissing me.
I laughed around his kiss.
He pulled away a little to meet my eyes. “What?”
“You have me bent in half,” I said, looking at my feet still resting on his shoulders.
He smirked down at me. “I hope it doesn’t bother you, because I plan on bending you in all sorts of ways when I fuck you.”
I looked forward to it.
22
For dinner, I made spaghetti. All the guys accepted the invitation to come over, even Knox. I pretended not to feel awkward around him. Thankfully, Logan was less embarrassing and attempted to get to know them. He asked how they could own a gym so young, to which Knox explained that their father owned a construction company. They had sold it and used the money to buy the gym. That was new information to me. I also learned that Colt and Creed each owned a quarter of Desert Stone as well. They gave me apologetic smiles for not telling me. I let it go. I was desperate for dinner to go smoothly.
Somehow the mud run Desert Stone was sponsoring came up.
“Were you still wanting to do that, Shi?” Keelan asked. “It’s this Saturday.”
“Yes, I do,” I looked to Colt and Creed. “Keelan said he was in. Will you two run it with me, too?”
Creed looked at Colt and shrugged. “We’re in. Want to make it interesting and add stakes?” Creed asked.
I snorted. “I swear you two have a gambling problem.”
“I like that idea,” Keelan said. “We should definitely add stakes.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Give me a few days to think of what I want when I win.”
“If you win, you mean,” Colt said, grinning.
Logan looked at Knox. “Don’t like getting muddy?”
“I can’t. Because we’re one of the sponsors of the run, I have hosting duties and I will be manning our table for new sign-ups,” Knox explained.
As we were all finishing up eating, I made the mistake of letting my guard down.
“So how does it work?” Logan asked randomly.
“How does what work?” I asked.
Logan waved his fork at the guys. “Being in a relationship with four guys?”
Colt choked on his bite of food and began coughing as he beat on his chest. The other three were so stunned, Creed barely managed to pat Colt on the back.
I set my silverware down and looked directly at my uncle. “How’d you find out?” I didn’t bother denying it. What would be the point? And I wasn’t ashamed.
He leaned back in his chair. “I told you how this morning.”
I thought back to our conversations this morning. It took me a minute to weed through everything, but I found the answer. “The camera footage.” How many times had I kissed them goodbye on my porch in perfect view of the cameras? I thought the only one I hadn’t kissed in front of a camera was Knox. We had shared one kiss and it had been in my kitchen.