Creed (Unfinished Hero #2)(35)



I ended at my scabbed-over mark on his neck and licked it.

His h*ps started bucking up to meet my downward glides.

“Yeah, baby,” I whispered in his ear.

Suddenly, both our bodies jerked up the bed and my head flew up to see he’d pulled us both up, his arms were now cocked, the muscles flexed and straining in his biceps, the veins in his forearms had popped out.

I looked to his face as our h*ps met over and over, rough, hard, fast, deep, beautiful.

“You wanna touch me,” I said softly.

“Want your tits in my hands, your tongue in my mouth.”

“Take it,” I breathed.

His hands immediately moved but only one curved around my breast. The other one dove into my hair and crushed my mouth down on his. His tongue spiked out and I took it. It curled around my tongue then he sucked deep, my tongue was in his mouth and I gave it.

His thumb slid across my nipple hard and I took that too, moaning down his throat, our h*ps moving faster. His finger met his thumb and rolled. The kiss, already wild, went out-of-control and I had to lift a hand and curl my fingers around my headboard. The power of his h*ps increased so much, if I didn’t, he’d throw me off.

It was coming, f**k, holy shit, it was coming.

I tore my mouth from his and my head flew back.

“Ride ‘em, cowgirl,” he murmured and it was the first time in my life I came while smiling.

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My head dropped forward as it left me, my hands were curled around the top of my headboard and I still felt Creed’s mouth between my legs. His head to the pillows, I was sitting on his face, his tongue lapping at me, sweet, gentle, even tender.

Fuck me.

I shifted my hips, he got the message, his fingers, already curved around my hips, pulled me down the length of his body and I collapsed on him.

“Right, you got a Costco around here?” he asked and, sated, relaxed, in a total happy zone, this question threw me.

So I muttered into his neck, “What?”

“You weren’t f**kin’ around. You can go all night. This means I need to find condoms in bulk.”

My body started shaking on his with my laughter and I lifted my head to look down at him. “I’m not sure Costco sells condoms in bulk.”

“Worth a fly-by to check and see,” he muttered and I kept laughing but collapsed back into him.

He waited until I quit laughing then his arms gave me a squeeze.

“You got the plan?”

I nodded. “Knight’s business as usual, no one’s the wiser we got the goods on Amy and Nair except Lively who will pass along bogus intel. Set up. You need to work on Charlene’s car after you pick up the part tomorrow morning. I’m on Nick. Tomorrow afternoon, another search of his place. After that, we regroup.”

“You got it.”

“You tired Grandpa?”

He was silent.

Then, “Shit, seriously?”

I lifted my head and smiled down at him. “No. I’m wiped.”

He pressed his head into the pillow and looked back at the headboard muttering, “Thank God.”

“God’s not in my headboard, Creed.”

He looked back at me, grinning. “Disagree. Saw some heavenly action tonight.”

He was not wrong.

I tipped my head to the side and dipped my voice low when I asked, “You wanna sleep in here tonight?”

His voice was dipped low, a flash went through his eyes and his arms tightened again when he replied, “Yeah.”

“I don’t cuddle,” I told him.

His arms tightened again but this seemed reflexive before he muttered, “Right.”

“He cuddled.”

Another flash went through his eyes as his jaw hardened then he unclenched it to repeat a muttered, “Right.”

“You can manage that, you’re welcome here until you go back to the Grand Canyon State.”

One of his hands slid up my back, over my shoulder, up my neck to curl around the side of my head before he whispered, “I’ll take it, Sylvie.”

It was my turn to mutter, “Right,” and I did before I shifted off him.

I turned off my light.

Creed turned off his.

I pulled the sheet up to my waist, settled on my belly, head turned away from him, knee crooked. I didn’t know how he settled.

“I like morning sex,” I warned into the dark.

“Fuck me,” he muttered.

“That’s what I’m saying.”

I heard him chuckle.

Then my body tensed as I felt the tips of his fingers glide over my hip, my ass to my waist in a super soft touch before they moved away.

“’Night, partner,” he murmured.

“’Night, Creed,” I murmured back.

Five minutes later, Gun joined us, curling in the crook of my leg.

By the sounds he made, Creed fell asleep before me.

It took me a while.

Mostly because, over and over in my head, I heard his voice saying, call it and saw in my mind’s eye his hands curling around my headboard.

I adjusted minutely, reaching out to Gun and sifting my fingers through her thick, soft fur.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

She started purring.

I fell asleep.

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