Page 23 of Creed

“I asked you first,” I retort. Nerves ball tight in my chest. Maybe I’m waiting for him to admit something that I don’t want to admit to myself. For a few minutes, I did picture what I would have to do if I got pregnant. The logistics of planning all the appointments and materials I’d need, and just…having that connection to him.

His tongue presses against his cheek, and he sits up, his elbows leaning on his knees while his fingers tangle together. “I wouldn’t have been disappointed.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief. “So you would have been involved?”

An incredulous look twists on his face. “Baby, have I left you alone since you got into town?” His question sends a quick thrill straight between my legs.

Calm down, Morgan. Don’t sound so excited to have a biker stalking you.

I swallow to coat my dry throat and give a small smile. “I’m the new deputy in town, we have history. You could have been suspicious.”

There’s a dark gleam of amusement in his stare. “Maybe, but we both know that wasn’t it. Not when you open your pretty mouth and swallow my spit.”

My back straightens. I’d forgotten about that. So caught up in him, caught up in what we were doing that the small action slipped my mind completely. And yet, I still can’t bring myself to be disgusted by it.

Creed grins, leaning back with his arms thrown over the top of the couch. “Come here. Sit on my lap.”

I blink, not moving as we watch each other.

He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t fight it now, baby. You know how much I want my cock in your tight pussy?”

The gasp that slips out sends goosebumps up my arms, and I cross them over my chest to rub the prickled skin.

“W-we shouldn’t do this. Not now that I’ve moved here, and you’re, uhm?—”

“A biker?”

“Criminal.”

He laughs. “Just because I’m in a motorcycle club doesn’t make me a criminal.”

I scoff. “No, your rap sheet does.”

His smile stretches wider. “So you looked into me?”

Oh my god. My heart skips a beat. I walked right into that trap, and an embarrassed flush works over my neck and face. I’d never planned to admit that,ever.

Creed pats his thigh. “Let’s not pretend any longer. Take a seat, Morgan.”

I gingerly walk to him and place a knee on each side of his legs, and my hands slide over his shoulders as I perch over him.

His hands grab on to my waist, tugging me to sit, and I can feel his large erection pressing against my shorts. It takes all the sense I have left not to rock myself into him.

He moves his hand up and under my thin T-shirt, cupping one of my breasts. His cock jumps under me. “Both times I’ve touched you, I haven’t been able to properly touch these. I’ve dreamed of them.”

Grabbing the hem of the shirt, I pull it off, and my chest trembles as my pulse picks up. His eyes fall to my mounds, palming them both and squeezing. My pussy grows slick from the simple touch. They’ve always been sensitive, and I’ve enjoyed having them played with the few times I’ve hooked up.

“This is heaven,” he grumbles, pinching one of my nipples between his knuckles before leaning down to capture one in his mouth.

I shudder out a breath, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Creed.”

“Hmmm?”

His tongue swirls around my hard tip and my pussy clenches at nothing, wanting more.

“If we do this, it’s just a one-time thing.” But for real this time. I swear.

The large biker under me pulls back, narrowing his stare. “No.”