19. Creed
CREED
I grab her neck, tilting her head back and kissing her. Her lips part and I shove my tongue inside. She moans against my mouth, and I cup her ass, squeezing the tight cheek as I pull her closer to me.
“Let me fuck you here,” I coax against her lips.
Morgan gasps when I guide my fingers under her dress and cup her pussy. “That’s—public indecency.”
I smother my laugh and kiss her again before brushing against her ear. “Not illegal if you don’t get caught, and I won’t let us get caught.”
My eyes drag the length of her. I’ve never met a woman who tempts me as much as she does. I don’t even understand it. Something about Morgan drives me insane to the point I want to mark her as mine any chance I get. Even when I shouldn’t, even when it’s reckless.
She doesn’t protest as I move her panties to the side and then slip my hand inside, straight to her wet, heated flesh.
I smile into another kiss as her hands tangle in my hair.
“You’re so wet for me.” Two fingers play with her slit before I push them inside her. It’s hard to move, but I have to get her a little more worked up before I can strip and fuck her.
Morgan moans and her eyelashes flutter. “You are so bad.”
“Admit you want to be bad with me,” I whisper against her lips.
She whimpers. “Fuck me on your bike.”
My cock growls impossibly hard and I groan. I lift her as her legs wrap around me.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck someone on my bike.” Never thought it would be a cop, a cop who’s pregnant with my baby, but somehow that turns me on more.
It takes us a moment to climb onto my bike together. It would have been easier to let her go, but I seem incapable of it at the moment.
My hand drags down her chest, squeezing her breasts through the thin material of the dress before moving to her stomach. I scrunch it up to her hips, sliding between her legs and rubbing the front of her panties.
Morgan moans and tightens her grip on my handles. “I want to touch you.”
I chuckle under my breath. “You want a lot of things. Fuck me on your bike, Creed. I’m trying to do that first, love.”
Pushing her panties to the side again, I work a finger inside her, grinning when I find her even more soaked and ready for me.
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. “I guess I thought I’d just be on top.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You want to ride me? Fuck, it makes me horny how much you want my cock.”
Morgan nods excitedly. My cock hardens. I’ve never fucked on my bike before. Why would I? There’s plenty of room in the clubhouse, and any time I fucked women outside the club, we just used their apartment.
She slowly sits up, working on my jeans while I steady us on the bike. I plant my feet on either side, knowing I won’t be able to move much for her. I don’t know if she realizes she’s going to have to put in a lot of the work.
Her hand wraps around my thick cock, pulling it out of my underwear and stroking it larger. I hold on to her waist as she repositions herself to straddle me, her feet tucked under my knees. Both of our legs are gonna burn after this.
“Pull your dress down. I want to suck on your tits while you ride me.”
She yanks the top of her dress down, the neckline resting right under her mounds and lifting them up a little.
When she rises to line herself up to my tip, I flick my tongue over one of her hard tips.
Her wet, hot, snug cunt slips over my cock, and I grunt as the tightness grips me.
We’ve basically forgone all use of condoms at this point, and fucking her raw does me in every time.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of it. My fingers flex on her sides, knowing that I’m going to be pumping her full of my cum, watching it leak out, and knowing I knocked her up. I don’t know if Morgan wants a baby as much as I do or she’s just reckless. Either way, she’s mine.
“God. I love the way I have to force myself to stretch over your dick every time,” Morgan says with a breathy whimper.
I let out a hiss. My balls draw up with a snap and my cock throbs as I lean down, nipping at her breasts. “Baby…I’m going to need you to not talk like that again.”
She giggles and even that sound does something to me. I have to blow out a breath, think about Judge’s boring legal shit he always rails on me about, while keeping her still.
Her hands run over my shoulders into my hair, loosening my hold so she can rock her hips. My cock only moves in and out by about an inch. This isn’t the best position for anything, but it still feels amazing. I’m starting to realize it’s not really the sex, but the person I’m with.
I tilt my head back, trying to hold back. Her pussy clenches down on me, and I cup her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her sensitive nipples. If I’m going to come quickly, she’s going over with me.
Morgan groans, her fingers pulling at my hair as she moves her hips faster. “Just like that. I can feel you getting bigger, harder inside me.”
I grit my teeth. “Morgan.”
Her pussy flutters. “Oh god. Yes. I love when I can feel you like this, knowing each pulse is you filling me with cum. I like your cum.”
It’s impossible to stay sane. An explosion of fire shoots down my spine straight to my balls, and I thrust up from the force of it, coming hard.
Morgan cries out, and her nails dig into my scalp. Then we’re both done for, her cunt milking my cock over and over to squeeze out every drop from me. My legs slump and I have to catch us and the bike from falling.
She laughs and I shake my head as we both try to catch our breaths. I lift her off me, watching as my cock slips from her red, slick pussy. I jerk her panties in place before more of my cum can leak out and put her on her feet next to me before I fix myself and button up my jeans.
When I look over at her, our eyes catch. Her face is a little flushed, and her legs are trembling a bit. The sun peeks through the canopy of trees, hitting her back in such a way that she looks lit from within by an eternal glow. I swallow roughly, just staring at her.
“What?” she asks with a smile. “I thought it was fun, even if you said a bike isn’t the best place to fuck.”
My lips quirk. “It’s not, but whatever you want makes me want it.”
Her eyebrows raise. “Anything?”
I pinch her dress at her waist, pulling her closer. “Yes, I enjoy this side of you. So carefree and happy. I don’t like the Morgan I see when I get home and you’re all serious from your job.”
Her face falls, and I hate saying it, but it’s the truth. I’m not convinced that Morgan enjoys her job and doesn’t feel stuck doing it at this point.
“My job is serious.”
I nod, bopping her nose with a wink. “I know, but I’m just saying you look happier when you’re not working.”
Her eyebrows furrow, and she crosses her arms. Armor to separate herself when I look too closely at her. “Doesn’t everyone?”
That pulls a laugh from me. “No, my brothers love their jobs.”
“That’s—”
I interrupt her scowling with a click of my tongue.
“I’m not talking about the club. Dodge owns a garage.
He loves fixing shit, especially cars and bikes.
Always has. Even when the business slows, he looks into restoration.
Nash’s restaurant runs like a well-oiled machine, and yet he goes in everyday, helping them cook and experimenting with new items to keep the menu fresh because he loves it. ”
I close my mouth before I let it slip how much Judge loves burying people in court, and I clear my throat. “I’m just saying. The club gave us the opportunities to pursue what we love to do. It’s still a job, sure, but something we enjoy doing.”
Morgan’s eyes water with tears she blinks away. “What do you do?”
I snicker. “I helped invest into some properties, so most of my money just flows in. But honestly? Whatever the club needs. Think of me as a diplomat in a way. I’m way too social and restless to hold down a job, so I lend a hand wherever the club needs.”
Her nose wrinkles. “Is that what you were doing in Arizona?”
It doesn’t surprise me that she draws it back to that, and I have to decide whether I trust her with more information than I should. She’s a cop after all, but maybe not for long if I can convince her that she’s better off leaving the sheriff's department.
“Yeah. It’s good to keep contact with other clubs, even if we’re not running anymore.”
“Running?”
I wink. “What you don’t know is better.”
Morgan laughs softly, and her small smile pings me right in the heart. “So you're a bit of a nomad?”
“A little, but this is always my home. Maybe I just don’t like being cooped up—unless I have a reason to be.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Reason to be cooped up? Like what?”
“You.”