Chapter 30
Creed
Life for the Kings of Ruin can’t really ever be described as normal, but now, nearly two months after we ran Meridian out of our state, I think ‘stable’ is fairly accurate.
Stray and Crusher are back to normal and handling their usual responsibilities.
We’ve had another good meeting with the Iron Vipers to discuss the possibility of pooling resources for a business run.
There’s been nothing from Meridian, Marty, or any law enforcement.
Rumor in Pine Ridge is someone high up had an issue with Meridian and ordered everyone to look the other way.
I don’t know if it’s true, but I’ll take it.
Our lifestyle means we won’t have peace forever, but I plan on making the most of it while I can.
Like this evening when I’m looking to spend some much-needed alone time with my woman.
When I don’t find her in our room, the main room, or the kitchen, I head for the roof.
Going from her own apartment to a clubhouse full of men is a lot and she’s started coming up here when she needs a quieter place.
I walk over to where she’s sitting on a wooden bench one of the guys dragged up here a few days ago so ‘Doc’ would have somewhere to sit other than ratty, old lawn furniture.
She’s busy watching the sunset and doesn’t turn her head when I sit next to her, so I don’t say anything for a while, simply enjoying being next to her and watching her enjoy nature’s view.
As the last sliver of red-orange sun sinks below the horizon, Nova turns her head to look at me, and her smile is bright and warm.
It’s time.
“I don’t throw certain words around,” I say. “After my brother died, I got real good at keeping people at a distance.”
My chest tightens and all those defense mechanisms I put up after Revenge died are screaming at me to look away and keep my mouth shut. I don’t listen to either one, and I keep talking, looking straight into Nova’s eyes the way she deserves.
“When you walked into this club, looking for your sister, I had no idea you’d become the first person in years I didn’t intend to chase away.” I reach up to brush some hair back from her face. “I love you, Nova Reed.”
As I say the words, it’s like everything goes still and quiet, acknowledging the moment. Nova stares at me like she can’t quite believe the words she just heard. Then her lips curve in a soft smile.
“You sure?”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re really questioning my word?”
She chuckles, making her eyes shine, and then she turns her head and kisses my palm. “I love you, too, Rhett Calloway.”
Something twists hard in my chest at the sound of my real name. I can’t remember the last time someone other than cops used it, but hearing it from her mouth is a hell of a lot different than from law enforcement.
She leans forward and brushes her lips across mine in a sweet kiss.
Sweet turns heated with single swipe of her tongue along my bottom lip.
I growl in response and chase her tongue back into her mouth before slowing down.
I want this fire to build nice and slow.
We’ve got the place to ourselves, and no one can see us, so I intend to take my time making love to her right here and now.
At least for the first time. I plan on the two of us having a long night.
Nova makes a soft moaning sound as she grabs my cut, trying to pull me closer, but the bench doesn’t really make that possible.
I solve that problem by moving her from the seat to my lap and the minute she’s there, she grinds down on me, making all sorts of happy noises that get my cock rock-hard instantly.
I bury my hand in her hair, using that hand and the one on her hip to hold her still.
Pulling her head to the side, I latch onto the side of her throat, licking and sucking on her skin until she shudders, her grip on my shoulders tightening.
My hands move under her shirt, going between us to take her breasts in my hands.
They’re the perfect size and her nipples are hard pebbles through the soft cotton of her bra.
The need to see her hits me hard and I pull back, taking a moment to admire the mark I’ve left on her delicate skin before I pull her shirt over her head and drop it on the bench.
Her bra follows and then my lips are closing around one nipple.
“Damn, Creed, that feels so good.” She arches her back, offering that sweet flesh to me.
I’d be a fool to turn down that offering and, while I’m a lot of things, I’m no fool.
I take my time giving her gorgeous tits all the attention they deserve.
My cock is hard and pressing against the zipper of my jeans, but knowing she’s mine and staying, I can be patient.
With tongue and lips and teeth, I worship every inch of both breasts, making her skin flush and her breathing quicken.
When I finally raise my head, her eyelids are fluttering and her lips are parted. “Fuck, sweetheart.” My voice is rough. “You’re a fucking goddess.”
She pulls herself upright and then climbs off my lap, her legs shaky. “I need you to fuck me.”
As she strips off her pants, I take care of my jeans and underwear, breathing a sigh of relief when my cock bobs free. I hold out a hand and help her as she gets back onto my lap, but I grip her hips to make sure she knows who’s in control of this. And then I tell her an important piece of truth.
“No matter how we do this,” I say, “rough and fast or slow and gentle, and even if we’re fucking, it’s all gonna be making love between us, you hear?”
She nods and cups my face between her hands.
As she goes up on her knees, making me tip my head back to keep contact, I guide her forward a bit until my cock rubs against the inside of her thigh.
I’m glad I have more control of myself than I did when I was younger because just that touch would’ve been enough back then to make me cum.
Sinking her teeth into my bottom lip, she drops a hand to hold my dick steady.
Even though she’s technically the one on top, I’m the one deciding how fast she takes me and right now, I’m torturing both of us by making it excruciatingly slow.
One inch, then a pause. Another inch sinking into that tight heat. Then another.
It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this or how many more times I’ll feel her cunt squeezing my shaft, it’s always going to feel like home.
When she’s finally got all of me inside her, we’re face-to-face and our mouths are still together, making us as close as two human beings can possibly be.
She moves first, rolling her hips once, twice. And then we start to dance. Finding the right rhythm with her is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. It’s like I’ve always known her, known her body, her mind. She’s always been mine.
I don’t even realize I’m saying those words until she starts agreeing with me.
“Mine. You’re mine.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Mine.”
“Yes.”
Our voices get louder, but I’m not worried about anyone hearing us over the noise from downstairs. Even if they do, I don’t give a damn. I want the whole fucking world to know we belong to each other.
That thought has my balls drawing up and I know I’m close.
No way I’m going to cum first, though. I use my hold of her hips to shift her body just a bit, waiting to hear that little gasp that tells me something’s rubbing the right spot.
The moment I hear it, I repeat the movements, keeping the pace and pressure the same to build her pleasure until she throws her head back and keens.
I drop my head forward, my face pressing against her chest as I jerk up into her spasming channel.
Her muscles ripple around my cock as I cum, emptying myself inside her.
We ride our pleasure together, clinging to each other as we reach the peak and then even as we start to come down.
Once our breathing’s returned to normal, I position her to have her head resting on my shoulder and then wrap my arms around her.
Listening to the sounds of laughter and music floating up from the main room, we watch the stars come out.
Her breathing slows even more and I start to wonder if she’s fallen asleep, but she surprises me by asking a question.
“What happens now?”
“Now?” I slide my hand up and down her arm, then kiss the top of her head. “You keep bossin’ my brothers around and stealin’ more of my closet space.”
She laughs, her breath hot against my skin. “And after that?”
I think for a moment, not because I don’t know what to say, but because there’s a lot of different things I could say. Finally, I make a decision about what truth I want to share. “Whatever comes next, we deal with it together.”
She snuggles closer to my side, apparently satisfied with my answer. I am too. It feels… right. I might not have exact answers about what the future holds, but this part is certain, and it’s more than enough.