Page 161 of Quiet Obsession
He kisses my head again. “Only once.”
I nod, too exhausted to force more words out.
Noah comes back moments later, hands Creed a warm washcloth, and I’m pushed onto my back. He wipes mypussy first, soft and careful, then gathers his cum leaking between my ass cheeks.
“Sit up, Millie,” Noah orders once Creed tosses the washcloth onto the night table.
I force my eyes open, finding Noah by the bed, a glass of water in hand. “Drink this.”
They help me sit up, my cheeks flushing red now it’s all over and I’m still naked, boobs on display.
Noah doesn’t look, holding my gaze.
I melt a little. He knows it’s over, too. I’m back to being Creed’s. He’s being respectful, which is both endearing and mind-blowing given he was just inside me, growling into my skin. I take the glass, fingers trembling, and drain it all while Creed twists my hair into a braid.
“You want painkillers by the bed?” Noah asks Creed. “She’ll be sore tomorrow.”
“Yeah, and more water.”
Creed cocoons me back into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses into my hair. I don’t hear Noah come back, sleep claiming me in seconds.
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Creed
We’re late to class.
It’s past nine in the morning and Millie’s still curled into my chest, asleep, a few baby hairs that escaped the braid tickling my chin. I’ve been awake for the better part of the night, dissecting every minute she spent between Noah and me.
Millie’s everything.
She’s breathed life into the shell I used to be. Being with her, holding her, kissing her... I don’t want anything more than I want her, and last night—
Fuck.
I close my eyes and she’s there, sprawled over my chest, face contorted in pleasure, Noah between her legs. Then her hands on his shoulders, hips dragging back and forth, letting him fuck her. His lips on her skin, his hands on her body, his...
I swallow hard.
Sharing her, letting him so close, cost me a great deal.
I’m a territorial bastard, overprotective, and possessive to the point of madness. It drives me literally up the fucking walls when I see other men ogling her, and yet, I gave her what she wanted.
A night with both of us.
When I sent that text to Noah, I didn’t think I’d let it get that far. Letting him watch was me showing him she’s mine, but then sheaskedfor just one night, and an onslaught of emotions hit me all at once.
Fuck no.
She’s mine.
No one touches what’s mine.
I’ll rip his fucking hands off if he tries.
As quickly as those thoughts formed, others surfaced.
You’re all she knows.
