then thoroughly screwed me before leaving for work. He’d texted me twice today to tell me he missed me. I felt the smile on my lips as I thought about just how good this morning had been. If my body wasn’t so obsessed with the way Creed made it feel, this would be harder. The looming fact that this was going to hurt Griff was clouding everything. Well, not in the moment I was screaming Creed’s name but when I wasn’t being sexually satisfied.
I was accepting the fact I was in love with two men. Loving Griff hadn’t made me stop loving Creed. It had made it easier to live without Creed.
I heard the door downstairs open and close. I waited listening for steps on the stairs and then watched the doorway for Creed. He filled the entryway and his arms were full of wood.
“I’ll get a fire going in your room,” he told me then let his gaze fall to my naked breasts just above the water. “Let me dry you off,” he added, then turned to go light the fire.
How did he do that? One look and my vagina was tingling. I would get frustrated with myself if it weren’t for the fact I knew how good he was about to make me feel. I touched the area between my legs and winced at how tender it was. This morning in the shower had been the most intense hard sex we have had so far.
Creed walked into the bathroom again and picked up a towel. “Come here,” he said.
When he was like this, I always obeyed. I couldn’t stop myself. Standing up, I let the bubbles and water slide down my body while he watched before stepping out.
“You’re about to get fucked wet,” he threatened.
Smiling, I held up my hands and he wrapped the towel around me. “How was your day?” he asked as he pulled me against him.
“Great. I had three visitors that asked questions about the exhibit. Then I got to peek at the new stuff that arrived.”
He held me in his arms keeping me warm. “Are you sore?” he asked me, sliding a hand between my legs.
I winced when he touched me and he grinned. “I’ll kiss it and make it better,” he told me and immediately went down on his knees in front of me. “Open.”
I stared down at him, my mouth slightly open in a mix of awe and anticipation. His eyes lifted to meet mine then he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, before placing his hands on both my thighs and leaning in to begin teasing me with such erotic pleasure I struggled to keep standing.
Sometime after eleven, the text alert on my phone woke me up and I opened my eyes. I was naked and pressed up against Creed’s naked body with his arm around me. Trying not to wake him, I reached for my phone already knowing who it was. Guilt and dread filled me as I read the text from Griff.
“Sorry long two days. Turned in my paper and aced an important exam. Not sure if you coming this weekend is a good idea. I will be swamped with memorizing shit for Gross Anatomy. Let’s plan for the middle of the week next week. Either I will come there or you come here. I will make it work. Love you. Talk soon.”
I didn’t feel sad this time. Normally when he put me off or said he couldn’t come, I was sad. That emotion was gone. Sleeping with Creed wasn’t justified and I knew that, but it was time to end it with Griff. He was never getting here and he was never going to let me come there. It would be Christmas before we saw each other.
This wasn’t fair to Griff. I had only been in New England for three weeks and maybe if I’d given Griff more time, he would have figured a way to come see me. But if I was being honest with myself, Griff had been too busy for me since his classes had started. When I was in Nashville, he had called more at first but with each week he got deeper into this semester, I heard less from him. If we were meant to be, wouldn’t he miss me as much as I had missed him?
I put my phone back and turned to look at Creed. His lashes fanned his cheekbones and his lips reminded me of all the wonderful things