8. Morgan
MORGAN
I just showered off my shift and am trying to determine what to make for dinner when a pounding knock on my door startles me.
Frowning, I move to it and peer out the peephole, my heart shuddering when I see the leather vest on the other side.
I’m not surprised Creed knows where I live; I’m sure he’s followed me home, even after I warned him away.
I don’t fear him in any way for my physical safety, but he’s putting up quite the fight in the war for my heart.
With a sigh, I open it so my neighbors don’t get too curious. My lips part to tell him to go away, but he shoulders past me.
I huff out an ironic laugh and swing the door shut. “Come in, why don’t you?” I snap out, but the attitude drains when I face him. Fury is etched on his face, a thunderous expression that makes me fold my arms across my chest like armor.
Creed’s eyes dip to where the shirt raises higher on my thighs, his jaw tightening as he takes in my damp hair and nipples poking through the thin material. He looks like a predator poised to pounce on his prey. I’m sure if he knew I didn’t have underwear on, he wouldn’t hesitate.
“You can’t just show up at my house. Do you know how that would look to my station?”
His lips purse. “Are you pregnant?”
Shock makes my blood run cold, and my arms fall to hang limply at my sides. I can’t close my mouth as I stare at him. How could he know that? How could he possibly fucking know that?
Creed nods, his tongue dragging along his lips as he looks around my apartment. “I’ll take your stunned silence as a yes. I don’t take you as a woman who sleeps around. I think that night in the bar was a one-time thing, and I bet that kid is mine, isn’t it?”
Tears blur my vision, and I don’t know why. There’s no reason to cry, and yet I can’t help the sob that hiccups in my throat.
He pounces then, moving toward me with a quick grace that would normally impress me, but I’m too caught up in how he coddles me, taking me into his arms as I break.
Thick, shoulder-shaking sobs pour out as I press my face into his chest. I’m not even sure why I’m crying.
Creed just holds me tightly, his thumbs rubbing my back until eventually I calm.
I step away from him, wiping the tears and clearing my throat. “Sorry about that.”
Creed’s lips quirk. “About crying?”
I nod weakly. I feel physically and emotionally drained. I’ve never bawled like that, never been held while I cried, and now I’m uncomfortable, unsure what to say or do.
He watches me for a few more seconds, then moves to sit on my couch. The distance between us is loosening the tight hold on my lungs.
“Ain’t a thing, darlin’. Sometimes we all need to cry.”
My eyebrows furrow, a challenge rearing its ugly head. “Yeah? When’s the last time you cried?”
He shifts on the couch, resting his neck on the back cushion as he stares up at the ceiling. “Four years ago. Got a call, brother stationed overseas, MIA.”
I swallow the rough knot growing in my throat. “Sorry to hear that.”
He shrugs. “The way of life. In the end, none of us make it.”
It’s bleak, but true. It feels heavier coming from a man who’s been armed with a playful quip the times I’ve met him.
“I’m not pregnant. I thought I was, but I’m not.”
His eyes lock on to mine. “And you’re sure?”
My lips part and close, and I swallow roughly. “I took two tests. It’s possible they could both be false, sure. But I think it’s very unlikely.”
Creed nods. “Would you have told me?”
I laugh, unable to hold it back. It’s a hollow, short bark-like noise because god, what kind of question is that? “I don’t know. I didn’t really have time to think through the what-ifs of everything when it came out negative.”
“That’s fair,” he says quietly, tearing his eyes away to stare out the small window next to my couch.
I bite down on my lip, staring at him. “Were you hoping I was?”
It takes a lot of effort not to cringe at the question. I can’t believe I asked that, but I can’t take it back now.
Creed cocks his head to the side, his eyes dragging the length of me. “Were you?”
“I asked you first,” I retort. Nerves ball tight in my chest. Maybe I’m waiting for him to admit something that I don’t want to admit to myself.
For a few minutes, I did picture what I would have to do if I got pregnant.
The logistics of planning all the appointments and materials I’d need, and just… having that connection to him.
His tongue presses against his cheek, and he sits up, his elbows leaning on his knees while his fingers tangle together. “I wouldn’t have been disappointed.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief. “So you would have been involved?”
An incredulous look twists on his face. “Baby, have I left you alone since you got into town?” His question sends a quick thrill straight between my legs.
Calm down, Morgan. Don’t sound so excited to have a biker stalking you.
I swallow to coat my dry throat and give a small smile. “I’m the new deputy in town, we have history. You could have been suspicious.”
There’s a dark gleam of amusement in his stare. “Maybe, but we both know that wasn’t it. Not when you open your pretty mouth and swallow my spit.”
My back straightens. I’d forgotten about that. So caught up in him, caught up in what we were doing that the small action slipped my mind completely. And yet, I still can’t bring myself to be disgusted by it.
Creed grins, leaning back with his arms thrown over the top of the couch. “Come here. Sit on my lap.”
I blink, not moving as we watch each other.
He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t fight it now, baby. You know how much I want my cock in your tight pussy?”
The gasp that slips out sends goosebumps up my arms, and I cross them over my chest to rub the prickled skin.
“W-we shouldn’t do this. Not now that I’ve moved here, and you’re, uhm—”
“A biker?”
“Criminal.”
He laughs. “Just because I’m in a motorcycle club doesn’t make me a criminal.”
I scoff. “No, your rap sheet does.”
His smile stretches wider. “So you looked into me?”
Oh my god. My heart skips a beat. I walked right into that trap, and an embarrassed flush works over my neck and face. I’d never planned to admit that, ever.
Creed pats his thigh. “Let’s not pretend any longer. Take a seat, Morgan.”
I gingerly walk to him and place a knee on each side of his legs, and my hands slide over his shoulders as I perch over him.
His hands grab on to my waist, tugging me to sit, and I can feel his large erection pressing against my shorts. It takes all the sense I have left not to rock myself into him.
He moves his hand up and under my thin T-shirt, cupping one of my breasts. His cock jumps under me. “Both times I’ve touched you, I haven’t been able to properly touch these. I’ve dreamed of them.”
Grabbing the hem of the shirt, I pull it off, and my chest trembles as my pulse picks up. His eyes fall to my mounds, palming them both and squeezing. My pussy grows slick from the simple touch. They’ve always been sensitive, and I’ve enjoyed having them played with the few times I’ve hooked up.
“This is heaven,” he grumbles, pinching one of my nipples between his knuckles before leaning down to capture one in his mouth.
I shudder out a breath, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Creed.”
“Hmmm?”
His tongue swirls around my hard tip and my pussy clenches at nothing, wanting more.
“If we do this, it’s just a one-time thing.” But for real this time. I swear.
The large biker under me pulls back, narrowing his stare. “No.”
I frown. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
“You want to keep it casual? Keep me a secret in town? Sure. I’ll do that, baby.
But this”—he waves his hand between us—“is happening over and over again. It’s going to happen so much that your cunt will mold to the shape of my cock.
It will happen so much that your body will crave it when I’m not here to fill this tight fucking hole. ”
My heart picks up, turned on by his declaration. It’s wrong. I should be running for the hills, or taking my handcuffs out and arresting him for trespassing so I can move on with my life. But I can’t. I can’t because I want everything he said and more.
Hell, I want more than just casual, but I know better than to not protect my heart. I’ve heard the stories of some clubs, that they have a slew of women available for all their needs. There’s nothing special about me to pull a man like him away from all that.
Creed’s fingers dig into my chin. “I don’t like that look on your face.”
I try to laugh it off. “A dirty secret, huh?”
He stares at me for another few seconds before letting go to cup my breast again. “At your pace, babe. Whatever you need, I’ll do it for you.”
“You say that now, but what about when you get sick of it? Of sneaking around and only coming over late at night.”
Creed’s gaze roams over my face. “Then you’ll have to give a little. I say I miss you, and you come home early instead of staying late.”
My heart pounds away, desperate for everything, but it’s sounding a little too good to be true. “That sounds a lot like a relationship.”
He shrugs. “I’m whatever you need me to be, as long as I’m yours.” He’s good. Too good? Like he’s the perfect man, saying the perfect words. Before I can continue to doubt us, Creed crashes his lips to mine. I moan, melting into him.
“Now I’ve watched you come twice, neither times with my face buried between your thighs. We need to fix that,” he says, ending with a small growl.
I let out a shriek of excitement as he picks me up, carrying me into my room to the bed. A laugh bubbles out of my throat as he yanks me back toward him until my ass is nearly hanging off the edge of the mattress, and he pries off my sleep shorts before settling his face between my thighs.
I raise up on my elbows, staring down at him as my pussy grows wetter just from his breath fanning against my skin.
It’s been a long time since someone has done this to me. It makes me nervous as he presses a kiss on the small curve between my pussy and thigh. I tremble at the soft touch, and then another kiss on my mound on the small patch of trimmed hair.
A shaky breath blows out between my lips, a fire churning in my belly as his thumbs split my pussy, baring my glistening cunt to him.
“So fucking pink and perfect. It’s like the juiciest fruit, and I can’t wait for a bite.
” Creed growls the words and then bends down, shoving his tongue right into me before dragging it up to my clit.
I jerk, but his grip on my thighs tightens, keeping me in place.
Then he’s back there, his tongue destroying me.
“Oh god. Creed,” I gasp out, completely overwhelmed.
It’s not even what he’s doing to me; it’s the way his eyes flicker up to mine.
Holding my stare as he eats my pussy, his gaze darkening with arousal the longer he does.
It’s the way he’s devouring my cunt as if someone is holding a gun to his head and his life depends on it.
His desperation, his determination to make me come, is what does me in.
My eyes roll back and I shatter. Bliss crashes into me over and over as he continues to lap at me through my release. When I can finally breathe again and I look down at him as he pulls away, the whole bottom of his face and beard are glistening with my juices.
“That was too quick, baby. I’m not nearly done tasting you.”
A whimper escapes me as he leans forward, flicking his tongue against my clit again. I collapse back onto the mattress, my elbows failing to hold me up as he starts building the agonizing pleasure with his mouth on me again. It's almost too much, but I don't want him to stop.
“Creed, please.”
He moans, his fingers holding me tighter as his tongue brings me closer to another release. I can barely breathe or see as the bliss crashes into me again. My legs shake. My back arches as I rock into his mouth.
I gasp for air and he finally pulls away, standing and stripping off his clothes. He pulls me forward by the ankles, widening my legs so his hips slide right between my thighs, and I look up at him with hooded eyes.
“Tired?” he teases. A whimper escapes me as his cock bumps against my sensitive pussy. He kisses down my jaw and up to my mouth. I kiss him back, not caring that I can taste myself as I wrap my arm around his neck.
Creed lines up his dick, pressing into me as I groan from the feeling of him filling my fluttering pussy.
He grunts, pulling away to pant into my ear as he thrusts, shoving more of his length inside me. “So fucking wet, but so fucking tight.”
"Hmmm.” Is all I can manage to say.
He grins, staring down at me. “Go to sleep, baby. You’ll let me use you, won’t you?”
My eyes widen, my pussy clenching at the thought, and I drag my tongue over my lips. “Do you want that?” Did I want that? I can’t think straight when he’s inside me. It’s too much.
Creed hooks my knee into his elbow, stretching me open as he thrusts deeper. His cock bumps into my cervix, and I moan, pushing against his chest for just a small sense of control.
“Yeah. I’d have you anywhere, at any time,” he says, his gaze watching where his cock is sliding in and out of me as he pumps over and over.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and I nod, even if he’s not looking at me. “Okay.”
His hazel eyes flicker up to me. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you while you sleep, Morgan?”
God, I shouldn’t, but he makes me so reckless and I just want…him. “Yes.”
He groans, picking up his pace. I can feel every inch of his thick cock being dragged in and out of my channel. It feels so good. I thought the bar was a one-off thing, but it’s clear it’s not. Clear that this is us, and sex will always be explosive.
“Oh god,” I whine as he leans down, stretching my leg farther as his lips tug on my nipple before kissing up to my lips.
His breathing is erratic, his hips moving with a little less rhythm. “Tell me to come inside. Tell me you want my cum.”
My eyes roll back at his words. He’s not wearing a condom, and we just had a pregnancy scare, but the logical part of my brain doesn’t win. I'm too lost in him. Instead, my legs and arms hold him tighter.
“Please, please. Come inside me,” I beg.
Creed lets out a guttural groan and slams deeper. His cock swells and pulsates as he dumps his entire load inside my unprotected pussy. I shudder at the feeling, each throb of his cum filling me.
And it’s as good as I imagined it would be if I had let him do it in Arizona.
He keeps himself buried like that until every drop is drained before finally pulling out, dropping my leg, and rolling me onto my side.
He cups my pussy, his fingers stuffing inside my throbbing, swollen flesh like a plug.
I turn my head to stare at him, stunned.
He gives me a tired but sated smile. “I don’t like the idea of it leaking out of you.”
I blow out a shaky breath. “We’ll have to get a Plan B in the morning.”
“Mmhmm, sure,” he says in a tone that doesn’t strike confidence. I leave it for tonight, too tired to fight it, and let sleep take me as easily as it took him.
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