3. Creed
CREED
“Shit.” I glance over my shoulder, confirming the red and blue lights are not from the delirium of riding for almost five hours straight.
My fingers tighten on the clutch, and I have a flicker of a thought to outrun them before I sigh and signal I’m pulling off to the side.
Gage, my club’s president, would kick my ass if I got thrown into jail again. Cowen, our tech expert, would probably blackmail me to clear the record too.
Plus, I know for a fact I wasn’t doing anything wrong. They can pull me over, but I’ll get Judge to fight whatever ticket they want to stick me with if Cowen decides to be a little bitch.
The car stops a distance away from me and I straddle my bike, pushing the toes of my boots into the dirt as they climb out of their vehicle and head toward me. I turn off my bike, resting my keys on the tank because I’ve learned they assume I’ll run.
I recognize Warner. Punk bitch. He’s not the worst one in the department, considering he usually leaves us alone unless he has an audience to cater to. Which draws my attention to his partner, the dainty thing walking up to me without even waiting for him.
Something electric tingles under my skin the closer she gets, a thrill of anticipation as she draws to my side a few feet away.
It takes less than a second for me to register her face. It’s vastly different from the dark smoky eyes and tousled “just got fucked” hair. No, today she’s in an uptight bun, and I’d say fresh face, but what the fuck do I know?
Either way she’s still a fucking bombshell. Can’t hide those shining blue eyes and pouty rosy lips that I sucked on. I sit up straighter as my cock hardens in my jeans, the pinch painful as it runs out of space to keep growing.
Her pupils blow out, and I watch the pulse in her neck, tucked right above her collar, pick up. Those perfect lips part, and her mouth trembles as she stares at me.
It’s clear as hell that she didn’t expect to see me. The Sinners warned me after we fucked that she was a local cop, but the deed had already been done.
I drove out of town as soon as I could, stopping by the Lost Dutchman compound before leaving for home.
I hold out what Warner wants, and he snatches it from my hand before walking away without a word.
My tongue drags across my lip, and she watches before tearing her attention away.
“Not going to tell me what you stopped me for?” I drawl out.
There’s a slight quiver in her chin, and her fingers flex where she’s resting them on her belt, messing with a button on one of her pockets.
She stands taller, and I nearly groan when it pushes her breasts a little tighter against her shirt.
Fuck, I shouldn’t find her so hot in her uniform. It should make my dick shrivel up, but instead, I want nothing more than to fuck her with that badge pinned to her chest.
I cock my head to the side, a smile twisting on my lips. If she’s not going to acknowledge me, I’ll have to provoke her for a response. Thankfully, it’s what I do best. “I can see it.”
Her throat moves with a swallow, and her eyes flicker to her partner before returning to me. “See what?”
I drag my gaze down the length of her again, biting down on my bottom lip. “See the attraction to uniforms. You’re looking damn fine, Officer.”
The pulse in her neck rises and falls faster, and her hand on her hip inches toward her taser.
I chuckle, low and rumbling under my breath. I let go of my handles, resting my hands on my thighs as I lean back a bit. “You just move here?”
She looks away from me, fidgeting where she’s standing as she surveys the highway. I tongue my cheek, nodding to myself.
All right. She wants to pretend that I don’t know how her tight cunt feels molded around my cock. I can see why she’d want to keep that information to herself.
I throw a look over my shoulder as the gravel on the shoulder crunches under her partner’s boots.
Warner hands over my license and registration with a huff. I’m sure the pig is upset. I'm as clean as a whistle, as usual. Thank you, Cowen.
“Where you coming from?” he asks.
I shrug. “Here and there. What’s it to ya?”
His chin juts out, taking it as if I’ve just insulted him.
“Warner, we have other things to do. Let’s just leave him,” her soft voice offers, and it takes all my control not to smirk. I bet she wants me out of here, not that I’d spill our little secret. That’s an opportunity to have way too much fun.
“You’re new here, Morgan. You’ll learn that a biker from the Devil’s Tide is nothing more than trash. And you always take out the trash.”
Any other day, I’d clown him for such a dumbfuck statement, but I’m too caught up on her. I can hear the insult in his voice, and I didn’t miss how he called her Morgan while “Simmons” is sprawled across her collarbone.
I frown.
Simmons. Like the fucking chief deputy?
My lips part. No fucking way. There’s no way the chief had a daughter that we didn’t know about.
When I look up at Morgan again, there’s a hardness in her blue eyes.
The same blue eyes I now recognize from Chief Simmons.
Holy fucking shit. I fucked the chief’s daughter.
I can’t hold back the disparaging laugh that barks out of me.
They both startle, tensing with their hands poised over their weapons.
I raise my hands in mock surrender. “Woah. Jumpy much?”
Their radios go off at the same time, some call ten minutes down the road.
“Deputy Simmons and Warner responding,” she says, raising her eyebrow at her partner.
My head snaps back to him, feeling a little like a ping-pong ball. His jaw works back and forth with a glare behind his sunglasses, I’m sure. I drop my hands, curling my fists on my lap, wanting to punch the arrogant fuck.
“Don’t think this is over, Ortega.”
I roll my eyes. “Sorry, Warner. My cock is spoken for.” And I think it might belong to the sexy woman at your side. My temper flares when Morgan grabs his arm, giving him a slight shove toward their vehicle.
She pauses looking back at me, and I nod, waving my fingers at her. A gorgeous blush works over her neck and chest before she straightens up, turning away without another look.
I sit on my bike and watch their flickering lights, disappearing down the road until whatever had been clasping my lungs releases, and I can finally breathe.
* * *
I watch as Dodge guides his hot new nanny off the dance floor toward the front door. There’s no doubt what they’re going to get into when they leave.
Sipping my beer, I slide into the booth where Cowen is sitting, glancing at Bambi under the table between his legs.
“Want her next?” he asks, his hand nuzzling the hair away from her face. Her eyes flicker to me, brimming with lust and excitement. She bobs up and down Cowen’s cock and I shake my head.
“Nah, I’m good. I need something from you.”
Cowen smirks and I chuckle.
“Not like that, fucker,” I retort, emptying my beer and signaling Tink for another.
He looks down at Bambi. “Alright, Creed is rushing me. Ready your throat.”
I snort. I ain’t rushing him through shit, but he’s more intrigued by what I have to say than having his cock sucked.
That’s the thing about Cowen: intelligence and challenge turn him on more than a warm and ready mouth. And that’s all those bitches get from him. I’ve never seen him fuck any of the club’s women.
He wraps her long hair around his fist, guiding her faster and his cock deeper into her throat. Tears gather in the corner of Bambi’s eyes, but she moans, wanting more. This is why the men love her, she’s the absolute best at this and genuinely loves it.
While most of the clubwhores are here to pleasure, none of us force them to do what they’re not comfortable with. Lacey has never been a fan of anal, so she and Judge rarely fuck because the man loves to fill a woman’s ass up.
I blink, looking away as Cowen comes because I realize I probably know a little too much about all of my brothers’ sex habits. I’m not ashamed, but it makes me want to laugh. Majority of us were raised in the clubhouse and got used to sharing women.
Bambi pulls back, wiping the drool and cum off her chin as Cowen tucks himself away. She looks up at me with a soft smile, her fingers flirting over my knees. “You sure, Creed? I’ve missed you.”
“Maybe later, babe.” And I mean that. My cock has been half hard since I saw Morgan on the side of the road, and I might need the release.
She nods, moving away from the table and heading to where some of the other girls are gathered at the bar top.
“Alright. Give it to me,” Cowen says, yanking his laptop from beside him on the booth.
“Raw or want me to lube it up first?”
His lips quirk. “Raw, always raw.”
I shake my head. “I need some info on a cop.”
He sighs, his shoulders dropping in defeat. “We can’t kill any more cops. Too much heat.”
My quip back is stifled as Tink comes by, dropping off a beer and kissing my cheek. “Good to see you home.”
I smile at her and mutter a thanks before looking back at Cowen. “The only thing I’m looking to murder is her pussy. I fucked her in Arizona, and now she’s here.”
His eyebrows raise, intrigue bleeding back into his stare. “You? The guy I’ve had to clear more times than I can count? Fucked a pig? The irony is making me hard.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s not saying much. How high can you count?”
Cowen pulls his laptop closer with a chuckle. “Alright, give it to me.”
“Morgan Simmons. Looks mid-twenties, I guess. Was working in Sedona according to the Sinners. ”
His fingers hover over the keyboard. “Simmons? Like our chief deputy, Simmons?”
I shrug, not liking how quickly he connected those dots. “That...I don’t know, but what is the chance of it being a coincidence?”
“Slim, but I don’t remember seeing anything about a kid when I first looked into him.” My stomach drops at that, because things missed can cost lives with some of the men we used to deal with.
“That’s what I thought, but I wasn’t gonna doubt you.” I never have. Sure, when we were younger, he wasn’t that great at whatever he’s doing behind the screen, but as time has passed, he’s become more than just your everyday hacker.
Cowen rubs at his jaw, scratching through the overgrowth of his beard. “Someone could have hidden her easily. I wasn’t looking that deeply for family. We ain’t the type to threaten the ole wife and kids, so it wasn’t my priority.”
I nod. “Still, if she is his kid, it’s gonna complicate things.”
“Because you want to fuck her again?”
I rub my jaw. I do. I want to fuck her again. “Yeah, and also because her old man already hates me, and he doesn’t need another excuse to ride my ass.”
Cowen snorts. “He hates all of us. You just annoy him the most because he can’t lock you down. If he hates anyone, it’s Judge. He knows he’s a brother, but for the life of him can’t fucking prove it.”
We both laugh. Not everyone knows that Judge is one of us because they’ve never seen him in a cut. Never caught him with a clubwhore, and that’s the way we like it.
He gets to live his life as a hotshot attorney to the public, but behind closed doors, he’s our secretary. A secret weapon when the law tries to fuck with us.
“We could use her against the chief,” Cowen says, treading carefully.
I sigh. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it since I saw her again. She was more than willing in that bar across state lines, but it’s different now that she’s here as a deputy for the county.
Something tells me that she isn’t going to be so willing to jump into a bathroom stall with me again. Especially not after seeing the clear distaste her partner has for me and my club.
“I’m not against it. Just keep it between us until I gauge how she feels.”
Cowen hums under his breath. “If our prez asks, I ain’t lying.”
“No fucking shit. Don’t give him a reason to ask,” I growl.
He grins. “Of course. Discretion is my forte.”
“No, it’s not. You enjoy stirring the pot like the fucking troll you are.”
He laughs loudly, throwing his head back. I take the beer and sip it before relaxing into the seat and glancing around the bar.
This place feels like home; even when I start to feel restless and have the itch to hit the road, this is always where I end up.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Cowen smacks my shoulders a few times. “It’s good to see you home. It’s not the same without my brothers here.”