Chapter 11 Creed
CREED
The feeling of her hand wrapped around me nearly brings me to my knees. I close my eyes briefly, savoring the sensation before gently removing her hand.
“As much as I love that,” I murmur, “I want this to last.”
I join her on the bed, my body covering hers as I capture her lips again. She arches against me, her soft curves fitting perfectly against my harder planes. I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, between her breasts.
“Let me grab some protection.” I reach over for my jeans, grateful I threw in a condom… just in case.
I reach over, fumbling in the dark until I find what we need. As I tear open the packet, Emmie watches me, her hair spread across the pillow.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, needing to hear it from her lips.
“More than anything,” she whispers, pulling me down for another kiss.
I position myself between her thighs, entering her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. The sensation of being inside her is overwhelming— warm, tight, perfect. When I'm fully seated, I pause, resting my forehead against hers.
“You feel incredible,” I manage, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
Emmie lifts her hips, encouraging me to move, and I begin a steady rhythm that has us both gasping. Her legs wrap around my legs, pulling me deeper, and I know I won't last long. It's been too long, and she's too perfect.
“Creed,” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I shift my angle slightly, and her eyes fly open in surprise as I hit a spot that makes her gasp and tighten around me. I keep the rhythm steady, watching her face as pleasure builds again. Her breath comes in short pants, and I can feel her trembling beneath me.
“Right there,” she whispers, her voice breaking.
“That's it,” I encourage, my own release building. “Come for me again,” I growl against her ear.
I maintain the rhythm, driving into her with measured strokes that have her gasping my name. Her body tightens around me, and I can feel her climbing toward another peak. I'm fighting my own release, determined to bring her there first.
As she releases, the sight of her coming undone is what pushes me over the edge.
I follow her into oblivion, her name a prayer on my lips as waves of pleasure crash through me.
For a moment, everything else disappears— my past, my worries, the weight I've been carrying.
There's only Emmie, warm and perfect in my arms.
For a long moment, we stay connected, our breathing gradually slowing.
I gently roll to the side, bringing Emmie with me so we're facing each other. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes bright in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. I brush a strand of hair from her face, suddenly feeling vulnerable in a way I haven't in years.
“That was…” I trail off, searching for words.
“Amazing,” she finishes, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Unexpected, but amazing.”
“Yeah,” I agree, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “It was.”
We lie in comfortable silence, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her collarbone. The moonlight casts soft shadows across her bedroom, and for the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel completely at peace.
“You know,” Emmie says finally, her voice quiet in the darkness. “This wasn't part of my plan.”
I chuckle, the sound rumbling in my chest. “What was the plan?”
“No plan. That's the point,” she murmurs, nestling closer to me. “I wasn't planning to invite a grumpy mechanic into my bed after our first date.”
“Grumpy?” I raise an eyebrow, pretending to be offended.
Emmie laughs, the sound light and beautiful in the quiet room. “Oh, please. When we first met, you were practically the Grinch in human form.”
“Fair point.” I pull her closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. It smells like vanilla and something floral— jasmine, maybe. “But I think you're warming me up.”
“Is that what we're calling it now?” She traces her fingers across my chest, sending little sparks of electricity through me.
I catch her hand, bringing it to my lips. “I haven't felt this way in a long time, Emmie. It honestly scares me a bit. You’re making me break all my rules.”
“What rules?” Her eyes find mine in the dim light.
“The biggest one being no relationships until the boys are older.” I sigh, knowing I should explain. “After their mom said it was over... it was rough. I wanted to protect them from going through that again.”
Emmie nods, her expression thoughtful. “I understand that. Rowan had a hard time when his dad left, too.”
“How did you help him through it?” I ask, genuinely curious. I brush a strand of hair from her face, watching how the moonlight catches in her eyes.
“I tried to be consistent,” she says softly. “Even when I was falling apart inside, I made sure his routine stayed as normal as possible. And I talked to him— not about all the adult stuff, but enough that he understood it wasn't his fault.”
I study her in the dim moonlight. “I've been so focused on their hurt that I struggle to deal with my own.”
“That's what good parents do,” Emmie replies, her voice just above a whisper. “We put ourselves last.”
“How did you move past it? The betrayal, I mean.”
Emmie’s quiet for a moment, her fingers still tracing patterns on my chest. “I'm not sure I fully have yet. I don’t know if fully moving past it is ever possible.
But I focus on building a life that is stable for Rowan.
Make sure he knows he is loved, that the divorce wasn't his fault.” She pauses.
“It got easier with time. And lots of ice cream.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “Ice cream therapy, huh?”
“Don't knock it till you've tried it.” Emmie smiles, nestling closer. “Let’s try it here in a bit. I want more snuggles first.”
As I pull Emmie in closer, I hear my phone ringing from my pants across the room on the floor.
“I’d better make sure that’s not Chuck calling about the boys.”
I quickly jump out of bed, trying to get to my phone before it stops ringing. As I pull it out of my pants, I realize it’s Cade. Damn little brothers. I let out a groan and hit the end button.
“Everything ok?” I can see the concern on Emmie’s face.
“Yea, just my little brother being my little brother. Why does he always call at the worst damn times?”
Emmie giggles. “Did he know about your date?”
“Hell no. My dating life is none of his business!”
As I sit down on the side of the bed, Emmie reaches for me, draping herself behind my shoulders. “Why don’t we try that ice cream therapy? See if we can get you to relax a bit before I bring you back to this bed.”
Just the idea of another romp with this wonderful woman causes my tired dick to stir. “That sounds amazing. Lead the way, beautiful.”