They start arguing, but when Remi joins in to egg them on, they give up on poking each other and gang up on him instead. Glyn and Bran try to mediate but are currently losing.
Creighton, however?
He has a pleased expression on his face, as if he did what he set out to do.
Everyone says Landon and Eli like to instigate chaos, but Creigh can reach their level if he puts his mind to it.
Or if he feels that I’m in a compromising position.
“Don’t fake a smile when you’re feeling uncomfortable. If you’re in a bad mood, show it,” is what he’s been telling me again and again, trying to make me get rid of what he calls a nasty habit.
Being with Creighton is similar to being thrust into this country’s weather. At times, he’s amicable, allowing some sunlight to slip from between the clouds, but most of the time, he’s rainy and miserable.
Well, he’s not miserable, I am.
Because ever since he told me about his childhood and revealed the fact that he’s adopted, he’s shot down any of my attempts to reopen the subject.
No matter how much I talk about my family in an attempt to have him reciprocate, he just isn’t having it.
His phone rings and I catch a glimpse of ‘Landon’ on the screen before he gets up and tucks a strand of brown hair behind my ear. “I’ll be right back. Behave.”
Then he’s heading toward the hall to take the call.
I wonder what he and Landon talk so secretly about. The other day, I found them in the kitchen and Landon was whispering in his ear like the devil.
For some reason, that made me extremely uncomfortable. I’m aware he wouldn’t really hurt his cousin, but I don’t know why I have a bad feeling about whatever information they’re exchanging.
Creighton told me it’s nothing I should worry about, which made me more concerned.
While Landon and Eli might have similar traits, I know for a fact that Eli dotes on him and would never sabotage him. Landon, however, is a wild card.
Remi slides to my side, surprisingly interrupting his arguing session with the girls. I would’ve sworn that he enjoys that a bit too much to walk out on it.
He tips his glass against mine and grins, looking so aristocratically beautiful. “Now that the territorial little shit is out of the way, let me thank you, Anni.”
“For…what?”
“Bringing him out of his shell. I was so sure the cheeky bastard would die alone and I’d have to worry about my spawn even as I was living my glamourous life. Don’t you know just how pressing that is? The worst, I’m telling you. So thanks again. I’ll be forever grateful and I’ll sacrifice anything in your name except for virgin blood. Unless we go back several years in time?”
I can’t help the chuckle that spills out of me. “Oh, don’t be silly. Besides, I can’t take all the credit. If you hadn’t mentally prepared him before I came along, I wouldn’t even have been able to crack the surface.”
“True that! Damn, I feel like a proud papa.” His expression turns serious as he grabs my hands in his. “But I’m still grateful as fuck. I thought his demons would devour him whole, but now, I’m sure you won’t let them.”
“You can totally count on…it.”
My voice catches when a sudden vibration starts in my core.
Shit.
A burst of flames explodes all over my skin and my fingers turn clammy.
I glance around in search of the culprit, but there’s no sign of him.
The vibration goes up in intensity and my legs clench as I resist the urge to topple over.
I swear to God, he’s insane.
This isn’t the first time he’s turned on the toy since he made me wear it, but it’s the first time he’s done it in public. With so many people around.
The day after he inserted the plug, I tested the waters and took it out, but he found out because he has the remote control. After the punishment I got, I didn’t attempt to remove it again and wore it for the duration he specified.
Two days ago, he switched to a bigger butt plug that’s stretched me to lengths I didn’t think possible. Though I did enjoy the way he played with it while he was fucking me raw in the shower last night.
I just never thought he’d turn it on in public.
“Anni, are you okay?” Remi watches me carefully. “You look all red.”
I release a shaky breath as the vibration goes up a notch, causing me to flinch.
Dammit. Does he intend to make me come in front of everyone or something?
I stare down and find my fingers trembling in Remi’s, then I swiftly remove them.
Creighton must be somewhere and have seen this. That’s the only logical explanation for his craziness right now.
Damn the possessive asshole.
Despite the fact that I’m no longer touching Remi, the rhythm doesn’t lessen, but it doesn’t go up either.
“Anni?” Remi calls again. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah. Be…right back.”
I don’t know how I stand up, grab my phone, or walk. All I’m aware of is that I can’t just orgasm in front of them. I’d rather die.
At first, I pick the bathroom, but the line in front of it makes me immediately change direction. I basically run outside to the parking lot, but before I can find a nook to dissolve in, someone grabs my wrist and drags me behind him.
“Do you need a hand, little purple?”
“Stop it…” My voice is too throaty, too turned on as I clench my thighs.
“I told you not to touch them. I specifically said no touching.” His voice is calm, but anger flickers beneath the surface.
“I didn’t mean to… Oh…”
The intensity goes up again as he opens his car door and slips into the backseat.
I remain outside, watching with bated breath, my legs shaking and sweat trickling down my spine.
Creighton unzips his jeans and pulls out his hard cock. “Sit on my lap.”
My gaze strays sideways before I lick my lips. “We’re in public—”
“When I’m done with you, the public will be the last thing on your mind.”
You know what? Trying to please people never did me any good anyway.
Screw it.
I climb into the car and onto his lap, causing my dress to hike up to my waist. He closes the door, confining us in the narrow space. But it’s still much more comfortable than his previous sports car.
“Can’t you wait until later?” I whisper, but it ends on a moan when he slides his cock against my sensitive folds. The combination of that and the vibration sends my pulse flying.
“No underwear?” he whispers in dark words against my ear.
“I, umm, forgot?”
“Forgot or you were being a brat?”
He accentuates his statement with a flick against my overstimulated clit.
“Creigh, please…”
A pinch of his fingers against my clit, a slide of his cock near my entrance, but I’m not quite there.
He’s torturing me on purpose, I realize. He wants to make me feel the pain yet deny me the orgasm.
It’s a game he plays sometimes—driving me crazy for sport.
The rhythm goes on and on until I think I’ll go mad from the friction.
“You’re soaking wet, look at your cunt begging for me to fuck it. It’s so ready for me, isn’t it?”
I nod in quick succession, unable to say the words.
“But I’m tempted not to satisfy it tonight. You let another man touch what’s mine, and I don’t react well to that.”
“Won’t happen again, promise.”
“You made the same promise the other day while you were falling apart around my cock, so maybe we don’t believe you anymore. Maybe we’ll keep you soaking wet and messy, but without any chance to come.”
“No, please, Creigh.” I grab his face and kiss him on the cheek. “You wouldn’t do that to me, right?”
My lips move to his nose, then to his mouth. “You can punish me all you want after, but not like this.”
He groans against my lips and we inhale and exhale each other’s air.
Tension lingers between us, but he doesn’t stop his rubbing.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
His nostrils flare when I keep sliding my fingers in his hair. “Don’t be a flirt.”
“I’m only a flirt with you.” I brush my lips against his cheek, knowing how much he loves it.
“Keep this up and you’ll only get hurt.”
“I don’t mind if it’s you.”
A low grunt escapes his lips before he pushes the toy’s extension away from my clit, lifts me up, then shoves me back down, burying himself inside me.
I cry out when he’s fully sheathed, then takes a moment to adjust to his huge cock. But I don’t have a moment.
Not even a fraction of a second.
Creighton jerks his hips and thrusts with rough strokes. I’m sure he can feel the thin skin between him and the plug. I sure as hell do, and it’s so full, so absolutely full that it hurts.
The good hurt.
The type of pain I need with my pleasure.
Creighton fucks me with a brutality that leaves me gasping. I wrap my arms around his neck for balance.
With each thrust, a burst of pleasure washes over me. His hands grab my hips so possessively, so intensely, as I bounce off his cock and hit my head on the roof of the car.
He slows down when he notices. “Fuck, you make me an animal. Are you hurt?”
“No. Don’t stop…” I murmur.
That’s all the invitation he needs as he drives inside me with progressive intensity. This time with one of his hands on top of my head so it absorbs the shock of slamming against the roof.
The pleasure is overwhelming and the slap of flesh against flesh adds more to the erotic scene, but I’m not coming.
Something is missing.
Something…
My thoughts are scattered when he pulls my hair to the side and his teeth bite on the sensitive flesh of my neck. Then he releases my hip, yanks down the strap of my dress and bites my breast, adding more marks to the already fading ones.