Creed (Devil’s Tide MC #2)

1. Morgan

MORGAN

“Do it,” she whispers in my ear.

I swallow down the second shot of whiskey and face my best friend. “I shouldn’t.”

Quinn rolls her big brown eyes. “It’s your last night before you move. Haven’t you ever wanted to walk the line just once?”

She places her straw between her lips, sucking on it while staring at me expectantly.

I’ve wanted to walk the line, the imaginary line between good and bad, for so long, but never found the courage. This would be my best chance. No repercussions or hazing at work.

My attention falls back to the handsome biker. His cut is different from the local club, telling me he’s just passing through. He drew my attention as soon we walked into the bar.

I bite down on my lip, tempted like hell. There’s no way it could ever get back to my captain or my dad.

“Do it or I’ll send Greg that nude.”

Gasping, I turn back to her. “You wouldn’t.” Threatening to break the no-contact rule on the forbidden no-good ex is a low blow.

Fuck Greg. Greg can die. And I hate wishing ill on others.

Her dark eyebrows shoot up. “I would for the sake of your lonely pussy. It’s growing cobwebs, Morgan. Ever since you graduated from the academy, it’s like you’ve become a nun.”

I sigh. “I know. I know that, okay? It was just a little hard to date when I was busy proving myself tenfold because I have a pair of tits.”

Pair of tits, and that they think I was given a leg up because my father is chief deputy. It never made sense to me because I purposely moved to another state to avoid those assumptions.

She snorts, shaking her head as her tight-coiled hair bounces past her shoulders. “Babes, you know I’m so proud of you, but I don’t know how you do it, proving yourself for a squad that doesn’t give half a shit about the job like you do.”

There’s a flicker of camaraderie to defend my fellow police officers, but she’s not wrong.

It’s also part of the reason I’m moving back home, if you can call it that, hoping to find some of that inspiration I used to have when admiring my father and his station. “Collins isn’t bad.”

She smiles. “He’s not, but he’s as much of an outcast as you are. The difference is that he has a penis, so he’d still be picked first.”

Cheers ring out in the corner, and we both turn to watch the ease of the bikers. The one that caught my eye is collecting money from around the pool table with a sexy smirk on his lips.

I squint, studying his sturdy frame and how his jeans perfectly mold to his legs, as well as the T-shirt snug on his tattooed biceps under his cut. I know a pool shark when I see one.

“Oh no,” Quinn whispers.

“What?”

“You’ve got your Nancy Drew look on.”

I snort. “Nancy Drew, really?”

She shrugs. “The classics never get old, and you knew exactly what I was referencing.”

Shaking my head, I blow out a breath and glance down at my shirt, pulling it down a bit to show off the girls. I fluff my dark hair up a little, knowing my natural wave leaves a little to be desired.

Quinn chokes on her drink for a second. “Oh god. It’s happening. Yes!” She catches my arm and brings our faces closer so we’re staring straight into each other’s souls. “You are a hot ass bitch and if he doesn’t get you off before trying to come himself, toss him to the side.”

I pull away from her with a chuckle. “Maybe I’m into mediocre dick?”

She scowls, calling out as I walk away from her. “Why be into something so freely given?”

“Still feels good going in.”

Some of the local bikers eye me warily as I walk up, but they keep their mouths shut.

“Up for another game?” I ask with a sultry voice, my fingers running over the back of my target’s arm.

A few bikers from the local club—Sedona Sinners—grumble, but don’t make a move to interfere. Probably because out of everyone on the squad, I usually leave them alone.

Why would I target the bike going the speed limit when a midsize SUV just blew past a school zone doing double? I’ll never understand why others like to harass them.

The lone biker turns to me, his hazel eyes dragging down the length of me, and his lip rolls between his teeth. “Sure. What we playing for?”

Oh, fuck me.

He’s even hotter up close.

Within touching distance, I can see the pronounced muscles under his black T-shirt and cut. His dark beard and mustache are thick but trimmed, so I know he maintains it well.

From a distance, I could tell his eyes were dark, but closer they’re like melted chocolate, a warm deep brown with flecks of green. And he’s tall. Even in my short boots, I only come up to his shoulder.

His dark hair is tucked under a beanie, the tips curling over the edge at the base of his neck. It’s what originally drew my attention. I can’t remember the last time I saw a beanie in Arizona, especially since we’re not up north with the snow.

It takes a moment to gather my wits and hope there isn’t drool coming from my mouth. “Uhm. Whatever you guys have been playing for.”

A few snickers echo around us, and a ball of dread tightens in my stomach, thinking I’ve made a mistake. I glance at the name patch on his cut, and raise my chin at Creed, who is watching me intently, like a predator locked on his prey.

“I have money.”

His lips pull up on one side of mouth. “Darlin’, we’ve been playing for something a lot more valuable than money. Favors. We can keep it simple. How about the winner gets to ask the other anything they want?”

My heart thuds in my chest.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

“That’s a bit ominous. Can we narrow it down?”

His hands wrap around the top of his stick, and he puts weight on it to lean closer to me as he shakes his head.

He smells of hints of whiskey and mint; it makes my belly do a tiny flip.

“Where’s the fun in that? You in or out?”

I roll my lip between my teeth.

Be brave, Morgan.

I’ve been in hundreds of dangerous situations and faced them with a steel spine. Yet standing in front of this biker has my nerves on edge. I blow out a heavy breath and reach for a stick.

“I’m in.”

Creed pulls the stick back before I curl my hand around it and leans closer. “If you’re a secret pool shark, just know I deal with cheats with a heavy hand, and I’d love to make that perfect ass a pretty, bright red.”

My cheeks heat up and I clear my throat. “Not a pool shark, but not a beginner either.”

His eyes brighten and he hands back the stick. “Good, I like a woman with experience.”

I ignore the double meaning as he moves to rack the balls, trying to calm my heart that’s still going haywire.

I’ve never been so affected by a man, but something about him is making every part of me come alive as if struck by lightning.

* * *

He’s way too good at kissing, like way too good.

I moan into his mouth as he leads us backward into the bathroom. He kicks the door shut, slamming it closed with his boot before pulling away to make sure it’s locked.

An excited thrill shoots straight through to my pussy when he looks back at me.

My nipples harden against my thin bra as his tongue sweeps over his lips, his eyes dragging down the length of me.

“You’re one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

I want to roll my eyes, but I’m not gonna let some cheap talk ruin the moment when I’m this horny. I grab his shirt, pulling him toward me.

“Stop talking.”

He smiles. “Yes, ma’am.”

He gets my jeans undone and shoves them to my knees before he’s lifting me onto the sink. I kick them off the rest of the way and wrap my legs around his hips as he steps closer.

His mouth crashes to mine again as he shoves my panties to the side, and his fingers slide up my wet slit.

I moan into his mouth as he presses one into me. My hands slide up his chest and under his cut. I can admit to myself at this moment that I’ve always found men in leather so hot.

Tatted bikers with their motorcycles—a fantasy I’ve never indulged in. He pulls away, kissing down my jaw as he slowly pumps his finger in and out.

“You want to come on my hand or cock?” Creed asks, his voice so hoarse with arousal that it makes me shiver.

Would I be selfish if I said both?

I rock my hips, finding myself unable to answer at all as he adds another finger. He groans, his lips finding a spot right behind my ear that has me gasping and my pussy clamping down on his hand.

Goosebumps break out over my skin, and my nipples harden to the point of pain. I reach up, yanking down my tank top and bra.

“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath. He cups one of my breasts, lifting it to suck a pointed tip into his mouth.

My fingers wind into the back of his shirt, holding him there as he pumps his fingers in and out. When he switches to the other one, he gently bites, pulling my nipple between his teeth.

I cry out, a small ripple coursing through me from the pleasure. His breathing picks up against my skin, and his fingers curl inside me, pumping a few more times before he lets out a growl.

“Fuck it,” he snaps, pulling out of me in a fury.

I’m panting, shaking a little because I’m wound up so tight. I follow his movements, watching as he undoes his jeans and pulls his cock out, inhaling sharply at the size.

Of course he’d have a big dick. I’ll have to tell Quinn that she was right. My tongue peeks between my lips as he strokes himself, and he holds his hand in front of me.

“Spit.”

My eyes flicker to his, heat blooming in my cheeks and between my legs. I lean forward, spitting directly into his palm, and he smirks before slathering my spit on his cock.

I gasp when he crowds me in the next second, opening my legs up and notching the tip right at my hole.

He kisses me harshly before whispering, “If we were in my bed, I’d prepare you properly. Devour your cunt until my cock just slips right in.”

He swallows my next cry as he pushes in, already stretching me uncomfortably full as he thrusts forward.

My eyes roll back; it feels good.

Too fucking good. Wait.

I gasp, pushing at his chest. “Condom!”

Creed looks down between us, a pout forming on his lips. “But you feel so good.”

I swat at his chest.

He chuckles lowly, pulling his cock out as he grabs a condom from his back pocket, using his teeth to tear it open and then slide it on before he fills me again.

He grunts. “Fuck. Still just as tight. Your pussy is gripping like a vise.”

Or maybe it’s because he’s so big that I’m afraid he’s going to break me. His hands move to my ass, gripping me harder as he pulls me toward him, and his cock slides deeper.

I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him again. His mouth melts against mine without hesitation, his hips rocking in steady jerks as he pounds his cock in and out.

All I can think about is if it already feels this good to have him inside me, imagine how good this would feel in a bed where he could bend my legs over his shoulders, or if he were to fuck me from behind.

I shudder, my walls gripping him tighter as my release builds like a growing fire in my belly. My sexy biker pants against my lips, his low moans catching in his throat as he reaches between us, rubbing at my clit while his thrusts become erratic.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as hot as this man who looks absolutely lost in pleasure with his cock buried inside me.

One more flick of his fingers, another brush of my sensitive nipple against his leather cut, and a final deep thrust of his thick length pummeling into me, and I’m just as lost. My head tilts back, my neck bows, and my lips part in a silent scream while agonized bliss crashes through me.

He grunts, rocking his hips a few more times before I feel him follow me over the edge.

Actually feel him.

Feel as his large cock swells and then throbs as he empties himself. I feel a flicker of hatred toward the condom that’s preventing me from feeling his cum fill me.

We stay like this a moment, our panting breaths mixing with one another, his cock still pressed inside me.

My tongue drags along my lips and I fix my shirt over my breasts, feeling a bit more vulnerable now that I’ve been thoroughly fucked.

He clears his throat, grabbing his cock and the end of the condom. I can’t help but watch as he pulls out of me, and my pussy clenches from the sight of my wetness smeared all over and the cum filling the tip.

I sit on the sink as he takes off the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the trash. Our gazes clash as he looks back at me, and we just stare as he fixes my panties back into place, then lifts me off the sink and back onto my feet.

I look away first, uneasy about the intense connection between us.

“Want to take round two back to your place?” he says, buckling his jeans back up as I pick mine up off the floor and pull them on.

My fingers pause on my buttons, then I square my shoulders as I look back up at him. “Uhm. I kind of just wanted like a one-time thing.”

Creed’s eyes shoot up, his hand moving over his chest. “Ouch. You were using me?”

I roll my eyes, fixing my shirt properly, and turn to the mirror to check my makeup.

He steps up behind me, his dick pressing against the curve of my ass. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and his fingers trace up my arm to my shoulder as he pushes my hair off.

He presses a kiss to the curve of my neck and goosebumps ripple over my skin. My stomach sucks in as his hands slide over it, resting right at the waistband of my jeans as my pussy pulses with the reminder of his thick cock.

“Maybe once wasn’t enough for me.” His whisper fans over my throat, and I blow out an unsteady breath. My fingers curl over the edge of the sink.

“Once is all I can give.”

Creed hums. “That’s a shame.”

My lips tip up, and I tilt my head back to rest against his shoulder. “Maybe that’s just how it was meant to be.”