Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
CREED
“H ey, man. You alright?” Ty asks.
“Yeah.” I pop the hood on an old Chevy and bury my head under it. The last thing I need is my best friend and business partner prying. He has no idea how far I have gone to keep this business going. How do I even explain how deep we’ve gotten? The Yates are powerful people, and I can’t even let Ty in on any of it.
“You don’t look okay. Is it all this business with the new investor? Because I told you if the terms of their investment are too tight, I can try and get another mortgage.”
“It’s all good, man. I promise.”
Ty and I worked too damn hard for too damn long to lose this shop. It’s our pride and joy.
He’s got a family. His wife, Veronica, just started a catering business, and his daughter just started college. This business can’t go under.
We grew up on what society deems the wrong side of the tracks, moving from foster home to foster home until we finally made it out and I am not going to take us back there again.
“If you’re sure, man.” He shakes his head and continues working on the Buick. But it isn’t just the fucking finances. It’s that girl. That fucking girl. She’s fucking with my mind. Makes working with her parents a living hell. Then there is the fact that she’s seventeen. She lied to me about her age. I had no reason not to believe her when we hooked up at the bar, but her mother said something about it, and I had to keep myself from falling off the fucking chair.
“Look, man. I gotta go. Got a meeting with the investors. Hold the fort?”
He frowns, his expression darkening with concern. “Be careful, man. Whoever these people are must be bad if you won’t even tell me about them.” The Yates are investing under a shell company, so they aren’t directly associated with my business. I didn’t think my best friend would be too happy knowing who they are. He’s made his feelings about the elite members of this community pretty clear.
“Just trust me, man,” I reply.
He doesn’t look convinced. With a slow shrug, he leans in slightly, lowering his voice as if the walls themselves might be listening. “Just promise me that if it gets too much, you bail, and we find another solution – together.”
I nod, but my friend has no idea how deep in it I already am. I glance around at the upgraded shop with the latest equipment, and three additional bays, before walking out.
* * *
I pace back and forth on the plush carpet, my nerves on edge as I wait for Gordon. The man makes me sick, the way he treats everyone like he owns them. Even his wife and Mackenzie. It’s like they’re possessions instead of family. I have no idea how I got roped into working so closely with him. They invested in my business, and the returns are more than any of us expected, but now, it’s like when Gordon Yates calls, I have to answer.
Mackenzie saunters into the room, her long legs exposed in dangerously short shorts and a small top that leaves little to the imagination. Despite knowing she's off-limits in multiple ways, I can't help but admire how perfectly her outfit hugs her curves, highlighting her firm breasts and toned ass.
Fuck! I can’t be thinking such inappropriate thoughts, especially now. The Yates are my business partners. She is their daughter and is not only too young for me, but also technically a death sentence. If her father even suspects our past, he’ll have my fucking balls. And if she finds out what happened between me and her mother, I doubt she’ll give me a second glance. But it's hard to keep my mind from wandering when she looks good enough to eat, and definitely not when I know what her heat feels like around my cock. She’s still seventeen, Creed. Fuck!
“Fancy meeting you here,” she says, sitting in an armchair, her tanned legs over the arm.
“I have a meeting with your father.”
She laughs, pulling out a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it up taking a long ass drag. “My father isn’t here, gorgeous. He’s got a trip out of town.”
I shake my head. “Go figure. Is Amelia around?”
“She’s at the clinic. She doesn’t look that good without some effort. So, it seems it’s just you and me. Whatever will we do to pass the time,” she smirks, her big gray eyes and pouty lips make my cock twitch.
“I will be leaving.”
That earns me an eye roll. “Or…I could take care of that ?” she says innocently, then looks down at my pants where my cock is growing at the mere thought.
Oh, this girl is going to send me to hell. I have to put an end to this. I won’t let this fucking kid mess this up for me. My business is finally back on track. I am so close to paying off that initial loan and cutting ties with Gordon and Amelia.
“Mackenzie. You and I both know that is never gonna happen again. Not now. Not ever.”
“You’re sure about that?” She sits upright in the armchair, spreading her legs so painfully slowly it’s like the entire world stands still. It is just me and her, the most beautiful fucking temptation in the world.
“What’re you doing?” I growl, running my hands through my hair. “Stop that.”
“I’m horny,” Mackenzie says, using one hand to move her shorts and panties to the side and slipping her slender index finger into her slit, rubbing it up and down before sinking it into her tight, wet, little hole. “You don't want me to do this all on my own do you,” she purrs, and as she draws her finger out of her pussy again, spreading her juices around, making my mouth water.
My brain is telling me to look away, to walk away, not to fall into her web, but I can’t. But like an addict, all I can do is watch her get off because she's like a fucking fix, delicious, potent, forbidden. She moans, and the sound alone has me rock hard.
With her eyes still closed, she slips another finger into her pussy and then she starts to really work herself. The scent of her arousal alone is driving me wild.
My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. I tell myself to walk away. That my need for her is clouding my good sense—but I don’t want to listen to myself. Because I know that she will satisfy me in a way that no woman ever can. How can she be so young and innocent yet so seductive all at once?
Kenzie’s juices drip from her fingertips as she brings them to her mouth and sucks them clean, and I just want to get at that sweet little pussy even more.
“You’re seventeen,” I mutter, my voice sounding lower than I intended. “I can’t cross that line again.”
“Almost eighteen. But fine then, watch,” she says through hooded lids. How can I do anything but watch? She pushes her shorts and panties down, kicking them off then throwing her legs over the arms of the chair, spreading herself even wider. The sounds she’s making are driving me fucking mad.
Something primal takes over, and before I can talk myself out of it, I cross the room, and drop to my knees between her legs. I move her hand away and dive right in, lapping at her pussy like a savage beast, dipping my tongue so far inside her, she yelps, but still, she arches her back to take me in deeper.
“You’re a fucking little demon,” I growl when I come up for air. “You’ll destroy me, Mackenzie.”
But like an addict, I dive right back in. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer as she gasps for breath. I continue to pleasure her with my tongue, exploring every inch of her and teasing her in just the right way.
“I’m so close,” she moans, as I continue to lick and suck on her. She’s panting now, her pelvis pushing against me. I can tell she's right fucking there, and all I want to do is push her over the edge.
I increase the pressure of my tongue, flicking it rapidly against her sensitive spot, and she cries out my name as she comes undone beneath me.
“You taste so good, baby.” I continue to lap at her as she rides out her orgasm, making sure to keep the pleasure going for as long as possible.
Finally, as she starts to come down from her high, I pull away and look up at her, grinning at the sight of her flushed face and heaving chest. “That was…mmm,” she grins, sliding off the couch and onto her knees unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans.
I groan at the sight of her hands wrapping around my thick shaft. Her gray eyes twinkle with mischief as she slowly starts to stroke up and down my length.
“Fuck, Mackenzie…” My voice is a low growl as I close my eyes. “Just like that.” My breathing grows heavier, and I move my hips forward involuntarily as her mouth envelops me.
“Suck it hard, baby.”
She does as she’s told, taking me deeper into her throat.
“Yeah…” I lean back against the wall and drop one hand to her shoulder to steady myself as Mackenzie wraps one of her delicate hands around my cock, sliding it up and down.
The soft pad of her thumb grazes the head of my cock with each stroke and sends shockwaves through me. My voice drops to a husky whisper. “That feels so fucking good baby girl, just like that.”
Her tongue dances over the tip of my cock, and I groan in pleasure, my hips bucking forward. She wraps her lips around the shaft again and gently massages the base with one hand as she moves up and down. I can feel myself getting close, my breathing becoming shallow and rapid.
I hold her face steady in my hand and fuck her face hard. “That's it, that's my girl. I'm gonna come down your little throat,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. Mackenzie looks up at me before taking me further into her mouth, her tongue swirling around me in tight circles until I'm teetering on the brink of release. With a sudden surge of pleasure, I growl as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, my cum spilling down her throat as she swallows it eagerly.
As my orgasm passes and I return to reality, Mackenzie looks up at me innocently before licking her lips clean.
“Mmm, delicious.”
Reality hits me like a ton of bricks as she stands before me. “Fuck! I shouldn’t have…” I say, backing away from her.
“Why the hell not? It was good wasn’t it?”
“Not the point, Mackenzie.”
“Creed, wait…” She says, but I raise my hand to stop her. I am the adult, and it doesn’t matter that we fucked that night. I didn’t know she was seventeen then. But I know damn well now. I need to get the fuck away from her.