Page 9 of Creed

“Deputy Simmons and Warner responding,” she says, raising her eyebrow at her partner.

My head snaps back to him, feeling a little like a ping-pong ball. His jaw works back and forth with a glare behind his sunglasses, I’m sure. I drop my hands, curling my fists on my lap, wanting to punch the arrogant fuck.

“Don’t think this is over, Ortega.”

I roll my eyes. “Sorry, Warner. My cock is spoken for.” And I think it might belong to the sexy woman at your side. My temper flares when Morgan grabs his arm, giving him a slight shove toward their vehicle.

She pauses looking back at me, and I nod, waving my fingers at her. A gorgeous blush works over her neck and chest before she straightens up, turning away without another look.

I sit on my bike and watch their flickering lights, disappearing down the road until whatever had been clasping my lungs releases, and I can finally breathe.

* * *

I watch as Dodge guides his hot new nanny off the dance floor toward the front door. There’s no doubt what they’re going to get into when they leave.

Sipping my beer, I slide into the booth where Cowen is sitting, glancing at Bambi under the table between his legs.

“Want her next?” he asks, his hand nuzzling the hair away from her face. Her eyes flicker to me, brimming with lust and excitement. She bobs up and down Cowen’s cock and I shake my head.

“Nah, I’m good. I need something from you.”

Cowen smirks and I chuckle.

“Not like that, fucker,” I retort, emptying my beer and signaling Tink for another.

He looks down at Bambi. “Alright, Creed is rushing me. Ready your throat.”

I snort. I ain’t rushing him through shit, but he’s more intrigued by what I have to say than having his cock sucked.

That’s the thing about Cowen: intelligence and challenge turn him on more than a warm and ready mouth. And that’s all those bitches get from him. I’ve never seen him fuck any of the club’s women.

He wraps her long hair around his fist, guiding her faster and his cock deeper into her throat. Tears gather in the corner of Bambi’s eyes, but she moans, wanting more. This is why the men love her, she’s the absolute best at this and genuinely loves it.

While most of the clubwhores are here to pleasure, none of us force them to do what they’re not comfortable with. Lacey has never been a fan of anal, so she and Judge rarely fuck because the man loves to fill a woman’s ass up.

I blink, looking away as Cowen comes because I realize I probably know a little too much about all of my brothers’ sex habits. I’m not ashamed, but it makes me want to laugh. Majority of us were raised in the clubhouse and got used to sharing women.

Bambi pulls back, wiping ‌the drool and cum off her chin as Cowen tucks himself away. She looks up at me with a soft smile, her fingers flirting over my knees. “You sure, Creed? I’ve missed you.”

“Maybe later, babe.” And I mean that. My cock has been half hard since I saw Morgan on the side of the road, and I might need the release.

She nods, moving away from the table and heading to where some of the other girls are gathered at the bar top.

“Alright. Give it to me,” Cowen says, yanking his laptop from beside him on the booth.

“Raw or want me to lube it up first?”

His lips quirk. “Raw, always raw.”

I shake my head. “I need some info on a cop.”

He sighs, his shoulders dropping in defeat. “We can’t kill any more cops. Too much heat.”

My quip back is stifled as Tink comes by, dropping off a beer and kissing my cheek. “Good to see you home.”

I smile at her and mutter a thanks before looking back at Cowen. “The only thing I’m looking to murder is her pussy. I fucked her in Arizona, and now she’s here.”

His eyebrows raise, intrigue bleeding back into his stare. “You? The guy I’ve had to clear‌ more times than I can count? Fucked a pig? The irony is making me hard.”