GHOST: An MC Romance: DEVIL'S CREED MC (Devils Creed MC Book 2)

Chapter 7

Ghost

“He hired her for you,” my brother said, drawing my attention away from Rae when he leaned against the wall beside me. I quirked a brow, not sure what the hell he was talking about.

“What?”

He nodded his head across the room where our father was watching us with a smirk on his face. “Pop. He had Dragon run a deep background check on Rae when the nanny service said they were sending her. I didn’t understand it at the time when he kept saying ‘she’s perfect for your brother.’ I thought he meant because of the kid. I should have seen it.” He laughed. “Ever since I took Sophia,” his eyes darkened as he looked over at his wife, “he’s been different. Talking about babies and now playing matchmaker.”

I looked back to Rae, wondering if what my brother said was true. It didn’t matter, her fate was sealed the second she moaned my name while I played with her perfect little pussy.

“She doesn’t know how things work around here.” I nodded my head. I’d assumed as much. We were bikers, we didn’t play by society’s rules. We claimed what we wanted and that was that. She was new to our world so I’d give her the day to wrap her head around it, but I wouldn’t be waiting long. She was mine.

“Does Sophia?” I grinned. I couldn’t believe he’d gotten married while I was locked up.

His shoulder went up in a shrug. “Sophia didn’t get a say.”

My lips turned down. We lived by a different set of rules, but women had a say.

“Gonna have to tell me more, Brother,” I growled. I must’ve misunderstood. My brother didn’t force women.

“Fuck off.” He narrowed his eyes. “She was Alessio’s baby sister. He sold her to fucking Ivan.” My eyes widened. The Russian.

“I stepped in and took her. She’s mine,” he said, the underlying threat clear.

My hands went up. “I hear you.” I understood. It was way too fucking soon, but I was already feeling the same way about Rae.

“She’s pregnant,” he said quietly. I looked over at his wife and sure enough, there was a glow about her as she smiled wistfully at my daughter in Rae’s arms.

“She’s glowing.”

Sophia was a beautiful woman, but not who I’d pictured for my brother’s wife. Where Banner’s presence was dark and dangerous, Sophia’s was dainty and meek. I’d spotted her when we arrived and didn’t think they fit, but I knew I was wrong the moment she looked up and smiled at him. In a flash Banner’s wall came down as he stared back at his wife. Now, that was impressive.

When he turned back to me, the wall was back in place. “We haven’t told anyone yet. She wants to wait until after the first trimester to say anything.”

“You’re happy about this?” I asked, wondering where he stood. My brother had never given any indication that marriage or having a family were on his radar.

His lips twitched. “I am.”

He was. I could see it written all over his face. In the short time he’d been married, Sophia had changed him.

“I’m really happy for you, Ban.” I owed my sister-in-law. I could see it; she’d saved him in more ways than one.

My eyes went back to Rae across the room as I wondered if I’d find what my brother had. Dragon had given me her file and I knew the basics: mother died during childbirth, raised by a commando father, moved to the city last year and had been bouncing from gig to gig ever since.

I also knew she was smoking fucking hot, ignited the second I put my hands on her, was tough when it mattered and soft with my daughter. That seemed like enough for now.

“I’ll catch you later.” I pushed away from the wall going straight to my girls.

“She done?” I asked, nodding to Payton whose eyes were drooping. Rae grinned down at her, and something shifted in my chest.

Fuck. The girl was really digging in deep.

“Yeah, it’s her nap time.”

“Good. Let’s go.” I helped Rae onto her feet and escorted her down the hallway towards my room. I unlocked my door and opened it for her to go inside. “This way.” I nodded to the closed door.

“What’s in there?”

“Payton’s room.” I opened it and motioned for her to go ahead.

“I thought she’d be staying in my room.” I could hear the confusion in her voice, but she was about to find out things had changed. She wouldn’t be staying in a room of her own. From now on, she’d be sleeping next to me.

I stood in the doorway watching as she put a fresh diaper on my daughter then laid her down in her crib. Once she was out of the way, I moved in beside her and placed a kiss on my baby girl’s downy head.

“It’s crazy, you know,” I whispered stepping back. Rae’s head tipped to the side.

“Getting out and meeting my daughter.” I shook my head. “I never wanted kids. But now that I’ve met her, I can’t imagine not being her dad.”

Rae’s face softened. “She had the same effect on me the day I met her. She’s a special little girl.”

“Come on.” I grabbed her hand and led her out of the nursery, closing the door behind us.

“About earlier—” she started.

“It’ll happen again.” I cut her off.

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “What?”

“I want you.” I reached out and slid my arm around her waist.

“You… you want me?” She swallowed thickly. “But you just met me.”

I lifted a brow. “I’m not following?” I wasn’t sure why it mattered that we’d just met. In my world, you fucked who you wanted. If you wanted to keep fucking exclusively, you staked your claim. End of story. If we worked, maybe one day I’d put a ring on her finger if that’s what she wanted.

“We just met and you’re telling me you want me. I’m not a whore.” Her back went straight.

I scoffed. “I know that. Wouldn’t have claimed you if you were.”

Her hands went to her hips and her eyes turned to slits. “Excuse me? You claimed me? What the hell does that mean?”

I put my hand over my mouth to hide my grin. Oh, she was a feisty one. I couldn’t wait to get that sass writhing beneath me.

“It means,” I yanked her body against mine, pressing my hardening cock against her belly, “you’re mine now, baby.”

Her cheeks turned crimson, and a whimper slipped past her lips. Good, we were getting somewhere.

“Yours?” she panted almost breathlessly.

“Mine.” I slid my hands up her back and into her hair. There was something about the riot of blonde curls that begged for my hands. A dozen times I’ve pictured her on her knees with my dick in her mouth, guiding her movement how I wanted. I growled.

Soon.

“You’re rooming with me.” Her eyes went molten at the demand. Another move in my favor. Rae nodded, a slight tremble in her lips that she thought I didn”t see.

She was nervous. She’d learn soon enough she was safe with me.

“Okay.” Another win. “Since she’s napping, I’m going to shower.” She pointed over her shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom, the click of the lock echoing louder than it should.

Perching on the edge of the bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about her behind that door, naked. The water started up and instead of doing something productive, I was itching to join her. Imagining her skin slick and soapy had my cock straining against the denim. My hand instinctively reached down to adjust the uncomfortable bulge.

Shit.

I was in deep. I pictured her hands gliding over those curves. A groan escaped me, raw and low, as the water shut off.

The anticipation gnawed at my gut and then the door swung open, and there she stood—damp skin and vulnerability, wrapped in a fucking towel.

Her hair was twisted up in some weird wrap, and those droplets—they were trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, disappearing into the terrycloth that hid what I was aching to see.

Steam curled around her, and for a heartbeat, I forgot who I was. The sight of her, all innocent eyes and wet skin, it fucked with me. Made me want to shield her from the filth in my world.

How the hell did that happen?

“Ghost.” The blush on her cheeks snaked down her neck. “I need... um, clothes,” her voice trembled. “I didn’t bring anything I could sleep in... when we left.”

I stood there, taking her in. She was young, too goddamn young for the likes of me. A pang of guilt hit quick and then vanished. Guilt had no place between us. She was fucking mine.

“Fuck clothes.” I closed the distance between us in two strides. My hands cupped her face, tilting her head back and I ran my fingers over her cheek like she was made of fucking porcelain. My hellcat.

Her lips parted when I tugged the towel from her head. Another pull, and the one around her body joined it on the floor.

Stepping back, I took my time admiring her. My eyes ate her up, and she shivered under my gaze, and I knew I was done for.

“You want this? Want me?” This was her chance to take the out.

“I want you.”

“Thank fuck, baby,” was all I managed to say before scooping her up into my arms. In one swift motion, I tossed her onto the bed. She gasped when her slender body bounced. Using the back of her arm, she shoved the mass of curls from her face and grinned.

Fuck yes.

With her eyes locked on mine, her legs parted, putting her pussy on display. I licked my lips, taking in her bare snatch with a thin blonde landing strip.

“You’re mine to worship. Mine to fucking devour,” I growled, placing a knee on the bed between her open legs and climbing over her body. Falling forward, I planted my hands on either side of her head, caging her in.

“Should we be—” She looked towards Payton’s door.

“Shh.” I lifted a hand, pressed one finger to her lips, then trailed it over her throat, down her chest, and circled her perfect little tit.

I replaced my finger with my mouth, drawing her nipple inside. Her back bowed when I sank my teeth into the hard little nub. She was so responsive.

My hand slid down to her pussy and found her wet. I slipped two fingers into her heat, and she bucked against me.

“You like that?” I asked, needing her taste on my tongue. I pulled away, rising up onto my knees as I worked my fingers inside her.

“Fuck,” she hissed when I found her trigger.

“You want to come, baby?” I asked, hitting her g-spot again.

“Mm,” she moaned. Yeah, she wanted to come. “Please, Ghost,” she panted, “make me come.”

“Tell me this pussy’s mine, Rae. Be my good girl and tell me you’re mine.” A flood of wet seeped through my fingers. I kept at her, working her closer to the edge. She was so close, her pussy soaking my hand.

“I’m yours—Ah,” she cried out when I flicked my thumb across her clit.

“And?” I flicked the hard bud again.

“I’m your good girl,” she whined. “My pussy’s yours.”

Her submission was my undoing.

Leaning forward, I took her nipple into my mouth and bit down, my hand moving relentlessly where she needed it most.

“Ghost!” she screamed out as her walls clamped down around my fingers and she came.

Releasing her tit with a pop, I slowed my hand until she was boneless beneath me.

“You’re so goddamn sexy when you come.” I pulled my hand free and slipped my fingers into my mouth. My eyes closed.

Motherfucker, even her pussy was sweet.

Moving off the bed, I pulled a condom from my wallet, then shucked off my jeans and boxers.

“Want you screaming my name, baby. Bishop is what I wanna hear when you come again.” I didn’t give her a chance to think, to second-guess things, because I sure as hell couldn’t afford to. Lowering my head, I latched onto the sweet spot between her thighs. She gripped my hair as her thighs tensed around my ears. Her hips pushed forward while she ground against my mouth.

“Bishop, oh God!” she cried out.

I fed off those sounds, those desperate pleas for more. I worked her with my tongue until I felt her teetering on the edge—a shaking, gasping mess, desperate for breath.

She was ready.

Getting back on my knees, I settled between her legs and notched my cock at her entrance.

“Ready for me, hellcat?” I rasped, staring down into those wide, trusting eyes.

“Please,” she whimpered, and that was all the permission I needed. I pushed inside, slow at first, giving her time to adjust. She was so damn tight, the resistance—fuck. Her pussy felt like a vise, and it took everything in me not to lose control.

“Ah, fuck, Rae... you feel so damn good.”

She gripped my arms, nails digging in, and I saw the pain etched on her beautiful face.

“You’re too big?” she moaned.

I pressed my forehead against hers, breathing through the tightness, the heat, and the goddamn perfection of being inside her. Fuckin” hell, I was going to split her open. Fighting back the urge, I waited until I felt that slight wiggle of her hips.

“That’s my good girl.” She clenched her pussy at the praise. “Look at me, baby,” I commanded, and her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. “You”re mine now. Fucking mine.”

Soft sounds escaped her lips as I started to move. Slowly pulling out, rolling my hips, then sinking back inside. “Fuck,” I hissed.

Each thrust pushed her higher and made her moan louder, the sound music to my ears.

“Oh God, Bishop. Right there.”

I grabbed onto the back of her thigh and lifted her leg higher up my back and sank in deeper.

“Shit,” I groaned, picking up speed and pounding into her harder. I was a rough man, and I liked my fucking that way too. But watching her face as I brought her higher—fuck me, all I cared about was making it good for her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.

She felt too good. “Come for me, Rae.”

“Bishop!” she screamed, her walls clamping down painfully around me as her orgasm ripped through her.

”Fuck,” I grunted, arms shaking as I pumped inside her hard and fast, until finally my spine began to tingle and I spilled into the condom.

Breathing heavily, my head fell back on my shoulders as I tried to ignore the pain in my ribs from my racing heart.

I looked back down at her, this woman who just turned my world upside down, and wondered what the fuck I was doing.

“Never... never did that before,” she whispered, her southern drawl coming out strong, as she stared at me in wonder.

“What?”

“Gave myself to a man I just met.” I couldn’t help but smirk at her confession. “Ghost—” she started.

“Bishop,” I reminded her. Now that I’d heard my name from her lips, nothing less would do.

“Bishop. What does all of this mean?” She bit her lip. That vulnerability—it was a gift and a responsibility to protect.

“Shh.” I leaned closer, my breath fanning over her face. “You”re mine now, baby.” In my world that means something.

I’d claimed her and there was no going back. Rae was mine, no exceptions. She might not understand it, but she would.

She was under my protection, and I took care of what was mine like a goddamn savage.

“Yours?” she asked, half-question, half-statement.

“Damn right. I already told you.” My hand found her chin, fingers tilting her face up to mine. “You got no idea what you”re dealing with here, baby. But you”ll learn. You’re mine, have been since the moment you pointed that gun in my face.”

The air between us crackled, charged with the promise of what was to come. “You need rest, and I gotta take care of some business.”

She bit that pouty lip as she sunk into the pillows, her gaze still locked with mine. “Stay,” she whispered. The look on her face telling me she needed me.

I nodded, shifting to pull her into my arms.

Her breath slowed then evened out. As I watched her sleep, a fierce protectiveness arose within me. Up and down, her chest rose and fell, her lips parted slightly as she dreamed. Her skin was still flushed a vibrant pink that told she’d been thoroughly fucked. Staring at her sprawled across my sheets, she looked every bit the picture of perfection.

“Goddamn,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.

No way was I leaving this behind.

Business would wait.