6. Morgan
MORGAN
I don’t know what he thinks he’s doing following someone who is trained to know when someone is following them, but it’s idiotic.
After the third day in a row, I pull around the corner of the grocery store, waiting by the dumpster. It doesn’t take long for the rumble of his bike to echo in the small alley between buildings, and he parks right next to me as I climb out of the car.
I stare at him with crossed arms as he turns off his bike and climbs off. I thought after a few weeks passed, and I didn’t see him around, it was done.
“Stop following me or I’ll arrest you.”
He smirks. “Sounds kinky. I’ve always wanted to try handcuffs in bed.”
“I’m not joking.”
“Me either. I’m even willing to try a bit of the taser too. That thing has different voltages, right?”
I narrow my stare. “This isn’t funny. This is getting to the point of harassment.”
Creed’s eyebrows raise. “Get a restraining order.” He snaps his fingers. “Wait, you can’t because you’d have to explain that you’ve already come on my cock.”
Heat surges between my legs even as I glance around to make sure someone hasn’t overheard him. I step closer, shushing him. “If you think you can blackmail me with that information, you’re severely mistaken. I’ll take the humiliation before dishonoring my oath.”
He snorts. “Baby, if you think we don’t already have some of your colleagues on our payrolls, you’re the severely mistaken one.”
“Who?” I demand, my eyebrows pinched.
Creed laughs louder. “Like I’d tell you.”
My tongue pushes into my cheek, suppressing my own smile. That’s fair. I spouted out the question without thinking. Not that I really expected him to tell me. I’m not so naive that I don’t believe him; there’s always someone who is willing to do whatever they can to get an extra buck.
I shift on my feet with a sigh. “What do you want, Creed?”
“Maybe I just want a repeat of that night.” He tries to play it off, but there’s a seriousness in his tone that has me studying him closer, and I think I might even see a hint of vulnerability.
“We can’t.” I almost wince because it’s not what I meant to say. We can’t implies that I would if I could and…I don’t think I would.
Fuck, would I?
My nipples harden as I remember the way he picked me up, the way he worked me with his fingers. I clear my throat. “I’m a deputy of this town, and you’re part of a motorcycle gang.”
His mouth twists. “We’re not a gang and you know that, even if you’re trying to convince yourself otherwise.”
My lips part to apologize, but he moves toward me, and I stand taller. There’s no room to run anywhere, and I’m only a step away from my car.
“Stay over there!”
He smirks, taking another step.
“Don’t,” I grit out.
Another step.
“Last warning.” This time my voice is barely above a whisper, no real force behind it.
Another step.
My heart beats louder with each of his steps closer. I drop my arms to push him away, gasping when his hand collars my throat.
He backs me into my car and leans into me, his whole hard body pressed against mine. His fingers flex on my neck, and I’m sure he can feel my thundering pulse under them.
“Going to do something about this, Officer?” he taunts, his hand tightening for a second before relaxing.
My lips tremble. “Deputy.”
“Deputy.” Creed draws out the word as if tasting it on his tongue. His mouth turns up in the corner. “You want to know what I think?”
No. I really don’t want to know.
Everything about him terrifies me, not in a I’m going to die sorta way, but I’m going to lose myself in an entirely different way.
His thumb hooks my chin, pulling it until my lips part. He leans closer and spits into my mouth. I flinch, but he pushes my jaw closed and stares into my eyes.
“Swallow.”
And because I’ve lost any thought of resistance, I do. The worst part is that heat pools in my belly, creating a throbbing between my legs.
Creed grins, one full of arrogance, and his eyes darken with arousal. “I think you want this. You want me…us and anything we could be. So you need me to be the bad guy, to push you into this. That’s okay, I’m not afraid to take what I want.”
I can’t breathe as his eyes drag down the length of me, his tongue rolling over his lip before our gazes lock again.
Creed’s face draws nearer, his lips brushing over my cheek before pressing a kiss to my temple. “And I bet you like it. Deep down.”
His finger slides down my shirt, playing with the buttons until he undoes the top and teases between my breasts, right above my tank top. “Right here you felt a small thrill while I stalked you through town. I bet the fear of getting caught makes your panties wet.”
I try to shake my head, but he clicks his tongue, shoving his knee between my legs and forcing me to widen my stance. He presses forward until his thigh rests against my center, and I’m thankful for the moisture-wicking shorts I have on because there’s no way he feels how wet I am.
“You don’t know me,” I whisper. It’s a weak defense, but thoughts are leaving my mind the more he rubs his thigh against me and uses his fingers to tease my breast.
A growl rumbles deep in his throat, barely audible. “I don’t, but I so desperately wish I did. I want to know it all.”
His words light the fire within me, and I turn my face toward him, seeking a kiss that he happily gives. Creed moans against my mouth, using his hand on my throat to tilt my head back so he can deepen it, our lips moving against each other as his tongue slips inside.
He squeezes my breast, and I wantonly rock my hips along his solid thigh, my panties soaking through as I try to chase the growing need tightening in my belly.
He presses closer. The movement causes the seam of my pants to hit just the right spot and I cry out, the spike of pleasure making my eyes roll back. He pulls away as I try to breathe, pressing kisses down my jaw and to my ear.
“Let go, Morgan. Come on my thigh like the dirty fucking girl I know you want to be.” His hoarse purr sends goosebumps down my spine, and my pussy tightens.
A sharp pinch of my nipple and another press of his thigh, and the quick fuse of my arousal explodes. He swallows down my cry, and I drown in his kiss as my orgasm rolls through me.
Call it post-nut clarity or my senses returning to me, but I finally realize that it’s the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of town, and he just made me come in public while he fondled my breasts.
I jerk my knee up and he grunts, his hand slipping off me as he bends over, holding his crotch.
With shaky fingers, I button my shirt and glare at him. “Don’t ever do that again. As long as I have this uniform on, you will treat me with respect.”
Creed’s chin tilts up, amusement glittering in his eyes as he straightens up. “Oh, but I can disrespect you when you’re out of it?”
I narrow my stare, taking a steady breath. “You’ll never have the chance again. What happened in Arizona will never happen here.”
The smirk that pulls on his lips makes me want to smack him. I know he doesn’t take me seriously, and after what I just let happen I wouldn’t either. I melted like ice cream on a summer day as soon as he was in my presence.
He steps back, holding up his hands in surrender. “See you around, Morgan.”
I watch him suspiciously as he climbs back on his bike, pauses to adjust his cock, and leaves me there.
I collapse against my car, hating how easily I fell back into him while loving having his hands on me.
I’m drawn to Creed and I don’t get why, but I feel like it’s going to be a disaster for both of us.