17. Creed #2
Her arms cross. “With that blonde. You two all over each other in front of that barbecue restaurant.”
It takes a moment for me to register what she’s saying. What fucking blonde? I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve seen her in town. Then I have to swallow down the laugh that almost bursts from me. “Wait. In front of Nash’s place? We weren’t all over each other.”
A growl-like sound rips from her throat. “I saw you. Why are you lying?”
I snap closer to the bars, pushing my face between them. She startles, but doesn’t move away. “I’m not. I think you believe what you saw, but it wasn’t like that. I was comforting her.”
Morgan scoffs. “Comforting. Right. That’s what they call it now.”
“Bri and I, we have a lot of history. We broke up right before I left for Arizona, and I was letting her know I wasn’t looking to get back together now that I’m back in town.”
Some of her anger deflates. “So she’s an ex?”
“Yes, and she didn’t take it well.”
Morgan doesn’t say anything, looking down at the ground.
“We talked about this, taking it serious between the two of us.”
She nods. “I’m sorry.”
“Why didn’t you just talk to me about it?”
“Why didn’t you? Instead of getting arrested,” she says, sneering.
I raise my eyebrows. “Babe, I tried. I called and texted, and broke into your apartment, but you weren’t there.”
“Stop admitting to crimes in front of me,” she hisses.
I want to laugh because she’s more upset about me confessing than the actual act. I can tell she’s frustrated with the situation, but not at me anymore. Then she rubs her hand down her face. “I—that wasn’t the only reason I was avoiding you.”
She blows a breath, and then her bright eyes look up at me. “I’m torn.”
“About?” I ask gently.
Morgan bites down on her lip, her fingers playing with a button on her belt. A nervous tic I’ve noticed of hers.
“I overheard something I shouldn’t have…and it’s questioning my integrity, but I don’t know if my personal attachment is affecting any bias.”
My eyebrows furrow, and it takes a moment for what she’s saying to click. “You overheard something about the club?”
She nods.
I exchange a quick glance with Judge and then I reach for her to come closer. She does so, and I run my knuckles over her face. “You don’t have to tell me if it will cost your job.”
Tears well in her eyes, and her nostrils flare. “I think I do. It could cost people’s lives.”
Dread pools in my stomach, but it’s not the best place to coax the information out of her. We need the safety of privacy. I smirk at her, sliding my hand to the back of her neck. “We’ll worry about it later. Right now, I want you to apologize for ignoring me.”
Morgan blinks, the shock of my request pushing her emotions back. “Apologize?”
I nod. “Yup. Over a week without your pussy because you couldn’t talk to me? Tsk. That’s not how it works, baby.” I guide my hand back over her face, pressing her bottom lip with my thumb. “Your mouth will do for now.”
When she gasps, I stick my thumb between her plump lips and have to swallow my groan as her tongue flicks against it. My cock hardens painfully, pressing against my jeans.
“I c-can’t do that here.” It comes out almost as if she’s regretful about it.
I press into her lip harder. “Yes you can. No one will know.” I’m not going to mention that Cowen will erase the tapes before I’m even on the road back home.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I coax her.
Morgan’s eyes flash with guilt, and then she slowly lowers to her knees. My erection is impossible to miss at this point. If she had told me she can’t again, I would have stopped pushing it, but I want to prove a point.
Judge stands straighter, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches. I know some of the brothers have been a little worried about my obsession with a cop, but they don’t know Morgan like I do. She’s mine before anything else.
Her gaze flickers up to mine, and I undo my belt and jeans.
“You miss my cock these past few days?”
She nods, her tongue peeking between her lips.
“Gotten you addicted and you’re having withdrawals,” I taunt.
Morgan glares at me, and I smirk at her in return. Then I nod to my pants.
“Go ahead. Take me out and show me how sorry you are.”
She reaches for my zipper, dragging it until reaching in and curling her hand around my shaft so my cock springs out of my jeans. My tip is ruddy and angry, a white pearl leaking out as I’m seconds aways from being in the bliss of her warm mouth.
I suck in a sharp breath as her small hands stroke me harder. Pushing my jeans and underwear down to my knees. I press closer to the bars, ignoring the cold, harsh metal on my skin.
Morgan laps at my tip, sliding her tongue right up my small slit and licking up the pre-cum. My balls already threaten to draw up. I can’t believe I have her on her knees, ready to suck my cock in her police uniform while I’m locked in a jail cell.
Her eyes flicker up to me, unwavering, as her tongue circles my crown before my head finally slips between her lips. I try to thrust and let out a small growl when my hips meet the bars.
“Come closer,” I grit out.
She shuffles closer on her knees, close enough that I can reach around the bar and grab the back of her head. My cock slides deeper into her mouth, my fingers tangle into her hair as her cheeks hollow, and I groan from the feeling of her sucking me.
My hold on her is loose as she bobs up and down my length. I just want the connection to her. If our circumstances were different, she knows I’d fuck her throat.
In and out. My dick pumps into the most perfect mouth I’ve ever had. There’s something about her that does me in more than I’ve ever experienced.
Tears gather in the corners of her eyes, and a small gag sends me over the edge.
I come hard, spilling down her throat. Morgan breathes heavily through her nose, swallowing down my release without hesitation.
When I pull away, my cock twitches at the sight of the thin rope of cum mixed with saliva connecting me to her lips before it finally snaps back.
I drop my shirt and then step back to fix myself as she stands, wiping at her chin with flushed cheeks.
“When does your shift end?”
“Three hours,” she whispers.
“Then in three hours, I’ll be waiting at your apartment so you can come on my face.”
Her blush deepens and she jumps with a small shriek as Judge clears his throat.
“Can you let him go without the paperwork?”
Morgan puts a hand to her chest and nods erratically. “I’ll have another officer let him go. Excuse me.”
I grin, watching her scurry away through the door. She clearly forgot that my brother was there the whole time.
Judge pushes off the wall, shaking his head as he comes closer. “I already texted Cowen to erase the tapes. You claiming her?”
“Well, I wouldn’t let you watch otherwise, now would I, brother?”
He raises a singular eyebrow. “She know she’s being claimed?”
I smirk. “She will.” When it’s too late for her to leave me.
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