Chapter 17
Nova
Ifeel a little guilty at how annoyed I was at Creed when he first told me about Uncle Marty.
Not in a ‘shoot the messenger’ kind of way, but more because I thought he just didn’t understand what it felt like to have to think about a member of your own family betraying you in such a heinous way.
Then he tells me about his brother and how Reid died because men in the MC betrayed them.
I’ve seen enough since I’ve been here to know how these men feel about each other.
They’re family as much as me and Layla and Uncle Marty.
Learning the story behind the vest on the wall with the name Revenge gives me other insight into this man I’ve bound myself to.
The possessiveness, the need for control, even the dominance Creed displays, while some of it can be part of his personality, I have no doubt the trauma of having his brother murdered by people he trusted just made those traits even stronger.
After he answers my question, neither of us say anything for a few minutes, and in that time, the atmosphere in the room thickens.
A thread of grief runs through the desire, but it only amplifies what I’m feeling.
With each minute that passes, I become more aware of the places our bodies touch, of the fact that we’re sitting on the bed where he came to comfort me last night and where we had sex that felt more like making love than it did like fucking.
I need a distraction. Not from thinking about sex with Creed, but from everything else, and after what Creed just told me, I’m fairly sure he does, too.
For once, I don’t overthink or overanalyze things.
Instead, I let my instincts take over and climb onto Creed’s lap, putting my knees on either side of his hips.
He puts his hands on my waist, but judging by the surprise on his face, it’s more of an automatic thing rather than something he consciously chose to do.
Still, his hold is firm, and he doesn’t move me away.
He raises an eyebrow. “And what are you planning on doing now, sweetheart?”
“Distracting.”
His hands slide under my shirt, and I shiver at the feel of his calloused fingers against my bare skin.
“Are you distracting me, or am I distracting you?” he asks.
“Both.” I run my hands along the tops of his broad shoulders and then down his arms, enjoying the dips and curves of his muscles. “I know we’re going to have to deal with it soon, but maybe, for a little while, we can make each other forget about all the bad shit we’ve had to deal with.”
I swallow hard and force a smile, hoping Creed won’t guess how close to tears I am.
I really do want to have sex with him, and part of it is because I enjoy it, but I’m not lying when I say I want us to be able to forget all of this.
Every time I think too hard about Layla and Uncle Marty, it’s like everything inside me comes bubbling up and threatens to break me.
I have more control now because I let go last night, but the emotions are still there inside me.
A little more time I don’t have to think about it will make it much easier for me to deal with everything going forward.
“Can I ask you a question?” I ask as I move my hands to his chest.
“Of course.”
“Do you always walk around the clubhouse shirtless? Because I feel like I’ve been shortchanged, only getting to see you like this a couple of times.”
He chuckles and it chases away some of the darkness in his eyes. “Used to, when I was young and vain. Today, I didn’t want to risk waking you up looking for a shirt.”
I’m touched by his courtesy, and that brings up the softer emotions that I’ve been trying to deny from the moment Creed stepped in to protect me by claiming me.
Possessiveness is something that makes sense for bikers.
It’s a rougher sort of emotion. But consideration and thinking of others, those aren’t the sort of things people associate with big, tattooed men on motorcycles.
Sitting on his lap has us face-to-face and I take advantage of it now. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean in and press my mouth to his. He freezes, but it doesn’t last long. As soon as my tongue touches the seam of his lips, he’s opening his mouth and taking control.
I moan as our tongues tangle and he buries one hand in my hair, twisting until my head’s angled exactly the way he wants. He makes an approving sound, and then his tongue plunders my mouth. His free hand comes up to cup my breast, pinching and plucking at my nipple until I’m lost in sensation.
My head starts to swim, and my heart races as my lungs begin to burn, but I don’t care.
I just don’t want Creed to ever stop kissing me, touching me.
Only after spots appear behind my eyelids do I realize that I haven’t breathed in a while.
I break the kiss with a gasp and open my eyes, realizing Creed is panting just as hard as I am.
I use my time wisely and yank off my shirt while I’m catching my breath. Then I’m off Creed’s lap to get rid of my pants and underwear. Naked, I get back on his lap before he has the chance to do more than shove his pants down to mid-thigh.
I look down at where his cock juts up between us and there’s a bead of moisture at the tip.
I grip the middle of his shaft and swipe my thumb over the head.
Creed’s hips jerk, but when I lick my thumb clean, he curses and grabs my waist, dragging me forward until my clit rubs against his cock.
A ripple of pleasure goes through me and my head falls back.
His lips fasten onto the side of my throat, and he sucks at the skin as he pulls my hips back and forth over his erection.
I clutch at his shoulders and try to force him to move faster, but he just keeps the same pace while worrying at my neck with his teeth.
I’m vaguely aware that he’s leaving a mark, but I don’t care.
The pleasure coursing through me is turning white-hot and I’m about to cum right like this.
“Creed,” I whimper.
“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he murmurs against my throat. “Cum all over my cock? Get me nice and wet so I can slide right into that tight cunt of yours?”
His words tip me over the edge and I cry out, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. He holds me tight against him, his face still pressed to the side of my neck. Only after my body goes limp does he raise his head.
“Are you done, or should I grab a condom?”
It takes a minute for the words to get through my post-climax haze, but when they do, I decide what I really want. I lift my head and meet his eyes. “I’m not done… but you only need a condom if you want one.”
He goes so completely still that I wonder if I fucked up, but then his mouth slams down on mine, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip until it’s almost painful.
The kiss turns my blood into molten fire and the arousal that’d faded after my orgasm comes roaring back.
I grind down on his hard cock, and he pulls back with a curse.
“Fuck, Nova, you can’t say shit like that,” he growls.
“We’re both clean and I’ve got an IUD, I swear.”
He closes his eyes. “Trust me, sweetheart, I’m not worried about you trying to trick me into getting you pregnant. Sex without a condom… that’s a whole other kind of claiming.”
I take his face between my hands and he opens his eyes. “If you don’t want it, that’s okay.”
He barks a laugh. “If I don’t want it? Fuck, Nova, it’s taking all my self-control not to…” He shakes his head. “I don’t want you regretting anything.”
I smile. “I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me without anything between us.”
He grabs my ass and squeezes before he lifts me up enough to get his cock right where it needs to be.
This morning, I was on top and in control.
I’m definitely not in control right now, but I don’t mind it one bit.
He lowers me down the whole way in one smooth motion and a shudder goes through me.
Not only do I feel like I’m fuller than should be possible, but I’m still a little sore from having sex only a few hours ago, and all of that combines to make my head spin.
The knowledge that Creed is bare inside me is there too, a whisper in the back of my mind on repeat.
“Shit, Nova.” He groans and presses his forehead against mine. “You’re making me feel like a horny teenager, ready to blow the second I get inside a girl.”
I want to laugh, but I can barely get enough air to speak. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Fuck no.” He chuckles and then groans when the vibration moves through both of us, adding a whole new sensation to the other ones we’re already feeling.
One of his hands settles at the small of my back, controlling how I move, and the other curls around the back of my neck, keeping my head in place and our eyes locked.
All of the talking between us stops as he moves my body to bring the most pleasure possible to us both.
Our breathing syncs and I can feel the slick of sweat on his skin as a bead of moisture runs down between my breasts.
This position is extremely intimate, made even more by looking into each other’s eyes, and all the emotions I’ve been trying to suppress start bubbling under the surface.
I press my lips together to keep from accidentally saying something I can’t take back, but I don’t try to control what’s coiling deep inside me, preparing to explode.
“I’m close.” Creed breaks the silence to give me the warning.
I nod. “Me, too. I want us to cum together.”
He nods, a determined look settling on his face.
We move faster, driving higher and harder, working toward the ultimate release.
When it comes, it’s an explosion that has my vision going gray and my body buzzing.
Only seconds later, Creed follows and the pulse of him inside, the feeling of him filling me, knowing we’re together in this, elevates everything until my mind goes completely, blissfully blank.
I don’t know how much time has passed when I blink back to coherence, but Creed is still holding me on his lap and my legs haven’t fallen asleep, so I don’t think it’s been too long.
I look up at him, and he kisses my forehead before helping me off his lap.
I grimace at the mess, but I have no regrets.
Creed stands and holds out his hand. I take it and he leads me into the bathroom where we cram ourselves into the shower and clean off.
It’s tempting to linger, to make the washing into something sexual that we can let spill over into the bedroom again.
It would be easy to stay here, to keep finding excuses for one more minute, one more kiss, one more fuck.
But we can’t, and both Creed and I know it. Without talking about it, we know it’s time to join the real world and get back to searching for our missing people. And to get back to finding out if Uncle Marty is as big a piece of shit as my father.
Creed finishes first and by the time I step out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, he’s gone.
I’m glad for it because it gives me time to get my head together while I dress.
I don’t bother drying my hair, instead pulling it back into a quick braid that leaves damp spots on my shirt.
I don’t mind though. I feel a lot better than I did last night and know I can handle what’s to come.
Holding on to my regained confidence, I head for the stairs, but I’m stopped before I get there when Ace comes out of one of the rooms and steps directly in my path.
He’s an imposing man, well over six feet tall, though he might be an inch shorter than Creed.
He’s just as muscular, if not more, and while I know he would never hurt me, I can’t help remembering that Ace is the one who helped Creed execute seven people.
A man doesn’t do that without some danger in him.
“Morning,” I say. “Everything okay?”
“Might be.” His eyes flick to my hair. “Creed’s softer with you, Doc. He’s more like he was…” His voice trails off, a shadow passing over his face.
“Like he was before his brother died,” I say quietly.
There’s a flicker of surprise in Ace’s eyes, but he doesn’t seem upset that I know.
“He doesn’t like looking anything but hard as stone.” Ace’s tone is matter of fact, but I can hear the warning in his words. “If you care about him, be careful.”
I nod and start to walk around him, but his next words stop me cold.
“He never wanted an old lady, but you’re good for him. Don’t let him push you away, Doc.”