Me: I’m in the locker room with a massive hard-on right now. You naughty girl.
Kresslee: Only for you.
I took a deep breath, trying to get control of my body. I had to. None of the guys on my team needed to see how hard my cock was right now. Thank God for a jock strap. Though my stupid cock was fighting to break free.
Kresslee wasn’t here to take care of it, though, so I would wait until I got home to take care of it myself. My girl was waiting for me.
Chapter Six
Kresslee
Idrove back home, and Creed was there, waiting.
He was pacing back and forth, his hair a mess, as if he had been running his hands through it for hours.
Maybe he had. I got out of my car, and Creed came barreling out the front door, his eyes trained on me.
“What happened?”
I lifted a brow, “You don’t need to know any of that.”
Creed swore, and I pushed past him into the house.
“I was supposed to be training this entire weekend, and I couldn’t. I was worried about you the entire time.” He said as he followed me into the house.
I shook my head, “I was fine. You knew where I was. I told you I was with Ridge.”
“I know! That’s what's the worst thing.”
“Why? We talked about this. I love Ridge. I love him, Creed. And after being with him this weekend, I knew why. He has done all he has for me.”
Creed stopped moving for a second, his eyes studying me.
“What did he do?”
I lifted my head, “He bought his house with me in mind, everything he did and worked for, he did for me.”
Creed stared at me, “No. No way do I believe that.”
I shook my head, “I don’t care if you believe it or not. I believe it. He has pictures of me in his room, next to his bed. I’m in every room there.”
Creed lifted a brow, “He had to have known you were coming.”
I looked over at him, “Really? You believe he knew I was coming?”
Creed just stared at me as I crossed my arms.
“When Ridge came out of the stadium, he was beyond shocked I was there.”
Creed shook his head, “I don’t believe it.”
“You are such a stubborn asshole Creed. I don’t have to explain anything to you about what happened between Ridge and me. He is a good man, he loves me, and I refuse to let you drag down what we had this weekend.”
I walked out of the room, going to my bedroom. I shut the door, leaning against it.
Creed was an asshole. I wanted nothing more than to message Ridge, so I did, telling him I loved him and wishing him luck.
I heard as Creed left the house, and his car peeled down the driveway. Good. I didn’t want to fight with my brother. Not tonight. I was still riding high from spending the weekend with Ridge.
