Not to mention, it felt seriously f**king good to have that part of Creed back too, the one who looked out for me, protected me. I’d proved I could carry the burden but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel great to share the load and be back in the position to return the favor.
So I made my choice and answered, “I get you. I also love you, Creed.”
His face relaxed before he replied, “Right back at ‘cha, beautiful.”
I closed my eyes, hearing those words, feeling them warm my skin, loving every syllable.
It was a mistake. I barely had them closed before Gun suddenly scattered. This was because I felt a shoulder in my belly and I was up in the air. I rallied quickly but not quickly enough before I was falling backward toward the floor, Creed coming with me and automatically my arms circled him. One of his hands cupped the back of my head before I hit floor then both of his hands went to my shoulders. As his body held the rest of mine down, his hands put on pressure, pinning my shoulders to the floor.
“Pinned,” he whispered and I felt my eyes narrow as his lips smiled. “I win.”
“I wasn’t ready,” I pointed out the obvious.
“I told you we’d play out the challenge tonight. You had fair warning but doesn’t matter, you should always be ready.”
He was not wrong and that sucked.
I scowled up into his face as his eyes roamed mine then he rolled so I was on top.
He lifted a hand and pulled the hair away from one side of my face as he said, “You’re not ready, baby, we’ll do something else.”
“Can I tie you to the bed and do whatever I want to you?” I tried.
He grinned and my ni**les tingled but he answered, “No. You gotta win that.”
Shit.
His other hand came up to pull back the hair on the other side of my face and he repeated, “If you’re not ready, we won’t do it.”
I wasn’t a squelcher but I didn’t know if that sucked or if I was in for the experience of a lifetime. What I did know was that I trusted Creed either to make it not only good, but phenomenal or to back off if it wasn’t working.
To communicate all this, I stated, “I don’t renege on a deal.”
His head tilted slightly to the side and he asked softly, “You ready?”
“You gonna make me ready?” I asked back and got another grin, this one way different.
“Oh yeah.”
That got another nipple tingle but this one didn’t stop at my ni**les. It traveled south.
Therefore my, “Then… yeah. I’m ready,” came out breathy.
His hands fisted in my hair, his face hardened with something that was seriously hot and his lips ordered, “Then up, get to the living room and get naked.”
I was right.
Seriously hot.
“The living room?” I asked.
“Baby, what’d I say?” Creed asked in return.
I stared down at him still feeling the tingle.
Then I did as Creed said.
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