Page 90 of Quiet Obsession
“What are you scared of?” he asks, loosening his hold around my wrist before letting go.
He shuffles back and it takes me a second to realize why. The door behind my back creaks open, footsteps breaching the silence. Creed glares over my shoulder, tension locking into his shoulders and hardening his jaw.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
I turn around, eyes clashing with Noah’s. He rakes a hand through his damp hair, either ignoring or choosing not to notice the edge in Creed’s voice. He closes the door behind him and sets his bag down near the wall.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he replies, hooking his fingers in the collar of his hoodie. He drags it over his head, no t-shirt beneath, just lean muscle, pale skin, and ink curling around his ribs. “Figured you’d be here.”
I swallow hard, my filthy dreams flashing before my eyes.
Creed’s warm, muscular chest at my back, his big handsholding my hips as he pushes into me from behind. Noah in front of me, his mouth in the crook of my neck, cock in my pussy. Their warmth and scent surrounding me while they take me apart one touch at a time.
My pulse stumbles, heat flooding my face.
I look away, eyes cast down, cheeks beet-red, desire pooling in my belly. Creed shifts behind me and I know he noticed my reaction when he snatches his gym bag off the floor and shoulder-checks me on his way out.
28
Creed
Zara Harrington sits in my lap, her nails scraping the back of my neck and weaving into my hair. I’ve got one hand on her hip, the other under the hem of her skirt, kneading her ass.
She’s been trailing after me like a fucking puppy for two years, batting her eyelashes and smiling cute smiles, hoping for a ride on my cock. Today’s her lucky day.
I need to erase Millie from my system.
And what better way than indulging in someone else?
Zara’s a looker. Always has been. Dark eyes, dark hair, perfect makeup and full lips. Her body’s a sight, legs up to her armpits, full tits threatening to spill out of her cleavage, but... she doesn’t do shit for me while I’m still replaying Millie’s words.
She’s scared of me.
Said itout loud,and I haven’t slept since. She’s right tobe scared. I fuckingget it. I’m not safe. Never have been. I’m impulsive, controlling, and violent. There’s nothing good in me.
I’m my father’s son. Fucked up.
But her admission hurts all the same.
I take a swig of my beer, glaring at Noah. He’s across from me with Hyde, their eyes narrowed as they watch me grope Zara in the middle of the common room.
Hyde’s raised eyebrow doesn’t annoy me, not really, but Noah’s condescending look rubs me the wrong way.
Everything’s been rubbing me the wrong way since Noah interrupted my conversation with Millie in the gym. Though conversation might be an exaggeration.
She saidtwowords.
Everything’s been rubbing me the wrong way since Noah stripped out of his hoodie, and Millie’s cheeks ran redder than the red that flashed through my head at the sight.
Everything’s been rubbing me the wrong way since I saw the lust in her eyes when she looked at his bare chest.
Maybe Zara’s perky ass can rub me the right way.
She wiggles closer to my groin, working hard to wake up my unresponsive cock. My legs are spread wide and she’s probably uncomfortable, but I don’t give a shit about her comfort.
I don’t give a shit about her fingers toying with my hair, or her glossed lips making a mess in the crook of my neck. I don’t give a shit abouther, period.
She’s nothing but a means to an end, a way to do theright fucking thing for once in my miserable life and leave my best friend’s little sister alone.
