Page 19 of Creed

He presses closer. The movement causes the seam of my pants to hit just the right spot and I cry out, the spike of pleasure making my eyes roll back. He pulls away as I try to breathe, pressing kisses down my jaw and to my ear.

“Let go, Morgan. Come on my thigh like the dirty fucking girl I know you want to be.” His hoarse purr sends goosebumps down my spine, and my pussy tightens.

A sharp pinch of my nipple and another press of his thigh, and the quick fuse of my arousal explodes. He swallows down my cry, and I drown in his kiss as my orgasm rolls through me.

Call it post-nut clarity or my senses returning to me, but I finally realize that it’s the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of town, and he just made me come in public while he fondled my breasts.

I jerk my knee up and he grunts, his hand slipping off me as he bends over, holding ‌his crotch.

With shaky fingers, I button my shirt and glare at him. “Don’t ever do that again. As long as I have this uniform on, you will treat me with respect.”

Creed’s chin tilts up, amusement glittering in his eyes as he straightens up. “Oh, but I can disrespect you when you’re out of it?”

I narrow my stare, taking a steady breath. “You’ll never have the chance again. What happened in Arizona will never happen here.”

The smirk that pulls on his lips makes me want to smack him. I know he doesn’t take me seriously, and after what I just let happen I wouldn’t either. I melted like ice cream on a summer day as soon as he was in my presence.

He steps back, holding up his hands in surrender. “See you around, Morgan.”

I watch him suspiciously as he climbs back on his bike, pauses to adjust his cock, and leaves me there. I collapse against my car, hating how easily I fell back into him while loving having his hands on me. I’m drawn to Creed and I don’t get why, but I feel like it’s going to be a disaster for both of us.

7

CREED

Cowen sniffs,his lips turning down ‌at the sight of tools spread out around me. “Why don’t you just take it to the shop and have Gage or Dodge fix it up?”

“Gives me something to do with my hands or I get antsy.” Or when your balls ache from a sharp knee and you don’t want anyone to catch you limping.

He hums, then sighs. “Got the information you needed.”

I wipe my hands on the rag hanging from my pocket and stand. “And?”

Cowen purses his lips, his fingers tightening on the folder curled against his chest. “I don’t like that we missed this. I swore I’d looked into every deputy in the sheriff’s department, and she never popped up.”

My eyebrows dip. “You think she’s a plant or something?”

He shakes his head. “No. She’s his daughter, no doubt. I just think…I followed a carefully placed trail that someone knewI was going to follow. Like the wrong thread on an incorrect weave.”

I frown, my head hurting a little. “Cowen, brother. What the fuck you going on about?”

He sighs. “Nothing. You want this folder?” He holds it outstretched, and I let out a growl when he pulls it back as I reach for it. His mouth twists into a smirk.

“What do you want for it, asshole?”

Cowen shrugs. “Look into someone for me, will ya? Has to be in person.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Alright. Easy enough.”

“They’re in Washington.”

Groaning, I nod anyway. “Of course they are.”

Cowen grins, a teasing secret in his eyes that he can’t wait to share. “Doesn’t have to be right now. You might be preoccupied for a bit anyway.”

I rip the folder from his hands and start to ruffle through the papers. “So, they’re not close? Went to boarding school, then continued at an out-of-state college?”

He shrugs. “I guess so. Looks like her mother got a new family and basically had nothing to do with them. Simmons seems like the type of prick who’d only see value in a son to continue his legacy, and a daughter would be pointless.”