Chapter 16
Creed
Idon’t remember falling asleep, but I know I’ll remember waking up like this for the rest of my life.
Women have spent the night with me before, but only because we passed out after sex.
I’ve never had a woman in my bed overnight where we just slept.
It’s a new feeling. When I was in my twenties, I might’ve panicked and ran, but I’m old enough now to know I need to take a minute to figure out exactly what’s changed and then make a decision when I have the facts straight.
My arm’s stiff from falling asleep in this position, but I don’t want to risk waking Nova by moving it, so I stay still.
After how much she cried last night, she can use the sleep, especially since I don’t think she’s been sleeping very well in general.
I know I haven’t. In fact, as I think back, this might be the closest I’ve felt to peace since I became Prez, and I can’t deny the reason why.
As I look down at her, tracing her profile with my gaze, I realize just how stressed she’s been because she looks relaxed for the first time since I’ve met her.
She looks younger and I feel a twinge of unease.
I don’t think about ages with the club girls even though I know I’m older than all of them, some by as much as Nova, but the women who come here for the sex and excitement, they know what they’re getting into and most of ‘em are coming from something worse. Even though Nova has shitty parents and understands how the world works, there’s something about her.
Not an innocence, exactly, because she’s seen too much for that, but a light that no one else in this MC has.
Damn woman has me sounding all poetic, too.
I can’t do this. I know that. Claiming her as my old lady was about protection, not a relationship.
I never really wanted an old lady because I want to keep my focus on making the Kings of Ruin the best damn MC on the West Coast—love and all that shit just distracts a man.
I can’t let what happened with Nova change my goal.
Sure, I feel something for her, but I shouldn’t.
I can’t. I won’t. Last night, she needed me to make her safe enough to feel everything she’s been shoving down ever since Layla went missing.
I’ll put my walls back up tomorrow.
Today… today is for me.
I feel the shift in her breathing that tells me she’s starting to wake up, and I lightly run my fingertips from her wrist to her shoulder, watching as goosebumps break out over her skin.
She shivers and rolls over, her eyes opening as she faces me.
We lock gazes and she puts a hand on my cheek.
When her thumb brushes the side of my mouth, any good intentions I might’ve had about just sleeping disappeared.
There weren’t many of them to begin with, but the few there went away fast.
I slide my hand up and down her spine, memorizing the feel of her skin, and she seems to take that as a suggestion because her hand moves from my cheek to start exploring.
She traces my eyebrows and the bridge of my nose, outlines the shape of my mouth.
Every place she touches leaves a path of heat that spreads through my body.
We undress each other slowly, letting our touches linger, letting the smolder of arousal gradually build toward a full flame I know will eventually consume us both.
Yet another thing I’m not used to. Getting turned on happens fast for me.
I always make sure my partner enjoys herself, but for me, that’s really all that foreplay is about.
A means to an end. Sucking on a tit, going down on her, finger fucking her to an orgasm.
All of it is the lead up to when I bury my cock in her and go to it.
But right now, I don’t want to rush. I’m half hard, but I’m not trying to speed up the process. I want this time with her to last because I know it’ll all be over far too soon.
I circle one nipple and then the other with my index finger, before rolling and pinching them until both are tight and hard.
Nova’s breathing speeds up, that gorgeous flush lighting up her skin as I cup her breast and lower my head.
She lets out a breathy moan when I swipe my tongue over her soft skin, and I drop my hands to her ass, my fingers teasing her crease.
I squeeze those firm cheeks and take her nipple between my teeth.
“Creed…” she whimpers my name and rocks her hips against me.
My dick responds immediately to the friction, my erection pressing against her stomach. Still, I worry at her nipple until it’s a darker shade of pink, and only then do I raise my head and say, “Condom.”
I lean over her and rummage in the drawer of the bedside table, silently thanking Ace for the suggestion a few years back that we put condoms in the guestrooms so brothers didn’t have to try to remember them when they’re drunk and horny.
I don’t open it, instead grabbing Nova’s hips and pulling her with me as I roll onto my back.
She straddles my thighs, seated just behind my aching cock, and I drink in the sight of her.
She’s got the hottest body, with all the right curves.
Hips I can grab onto. Tits that’re just a bit more than a handful.
Then she leans down and presses her lips to my chest, right over my heart.
I suck in a breath, and my following exhale ends up a groan because she starts tracing my tattoos with her tongue.
Women have complimented me on them before and I’ve had a few who liked touching them, but nothing like this.
I’ve never thought of my skin as particularly sensitive—hell, I barely felt half my tattoos—but I feel every single place Nova’s tongue goes.
The wet heat, following by the chill of air on damp skin drives me crazy.
Just when I’m about to lose my shit and flip us again so I can make her go out of her mind, she straightens up, giving me some relief. But it doesn’t last long because a second later, she wraps her hand around my cock and strokes from base to tip.
“Fuck.” I put my hands on her thighs and squeeze.
“I want to use my mouth.”
She says it so softly that I think I must’ve misheard her. “What?”
“My mouth.” The red in her cheeks deepens, but she doesn’t shy away from what she wants. “I haven’t… I mean, I want to… dammit! How am I supposed to ask a guy if I can suck his cock?”
Even the sharp jolt of arousal that goes through me at her words can’t stop me from chuckling at her outburst. “Sweetheart, you say it however you want. No man is gonna turn you down.”
She smiles at me like I’ve given her the best compliment she’s ever had, and then asks, “Should I put the condom on first?”
“Up to you,” I say, rubbing my hands up and down her thighs. “I’m clean. Tested about a week before you showed up here and I haven’t been with anyone since a few months before that.”
She nods like it doesn’t even occur to her that a man could lie about something like that.
Just another reminder of how she’s the least jaded person I’ve seen.
Then she bends forward and runs the flat of her tongue along the underside of my cock, and I stop thinking of everything except what she’s doing.
She licks me with an enthusiasm that’s as hot as the physical sensations and it’s all I can do to not grab her hair just to have something to hold on to.
When she takes the head into her mouth, I let out a whole list of curses and fight the urge to thrust up into her mouth.
She figures out pretty quick she can’t take all of me, but she does the best she can and it’s fantastic. Her hand and mouth move up and down, not quite in perfect sync, but I don’t care. She sucks and licks until I’m about to lose my mind. Then I feel something that snaps my control completely.
She’s wet. I haven’t used my mouth or fingers on her pussy, but I can feel how wet she is as she squirms on my thighs.
“Nova.” My voice is hoarse. “I need to be inside you.”
She raises her head and when my cock slips from between her lips, I can’t suppress a growl. She grins and holds out a hand. “Want me to put the condom on you?”
I shake my head and reach for the small packet. “You do that and I’m not sure I can control myself.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to control yourself.”
“No, sweetheart,” I say as I make short work of the condom. “I want you to ride me nice and slow.”
Her eyes widen.
“That’s right.” I give her thigh a light slap, not enough to really even sting, but the way her breath catches tells me she likes it. “Get right on that dick and give me a show to watch.”
She does as I say, raising up on her knees and positioning my cock right at her entrance. It’s going to be an exercise in control to watch her take me, but I don’t realize how intimate this position is going to be until her eyes meet mine and I realize I don’t want to look away.
Pressing her palms flat on my stomach, she lowers herself inch by inch, making all sorts of sexy-as-fuck sounds while she does.
Her eyelids flutter as she drops the last little bit and I fill her completely.
I dig my fingers into her hips as her cunt pulses around my cock and she responds by dragging her nails down my stomach.
Being inside her is the closest to heaven as I’ve ever been and probably will ever be, and if that means I end up with scratch marks, I’ll take them gladly and proudly.
After a few seconds, she opens her eyes and swivels her hips in a move that has me grabbing her hands.
“Shit, girl. You trying to kill me?”
She smiles, her whole face lighting up with pleasure that’s more than physical. I’m pretty sure my old lady’s got a praise kink, but that’s fine by me. I don’t have a problem telling her all the good she’s doing.
“I used to think dying on my bike would be the best way to go,” I say as I thread my fingers between hers. “But going like this? Balls deep in the tightest cunt I’ve ever known? Damn if it’s not a toss-up.”