Risk (Gentry Boys #2)(48)

“I thought you liked it in the light,” I said, watching him strip off his pants in the near darkness.

“Sometimes,” he answered, pushing his rigid dick against my soft belly. “Sometimes not.”

I put my hand on him, wrapping him inside my palm as he groaned. “What do you want, Creed?”

He was pushing against my hand, breathing hard. “Right now?”

“Yes. Right now.”

“Put me in your mouth.”

I’d never liked it, the act of having a man shove himself between my lips and stay there for an eternity. But I loved it with Creed. I loved licking the solid length and then surprising him by lightly sucking his balls. He inhaled sharply, grabbing my hair hard, and I loved that too.

Later, after we’d enjoyed each other in a few more creative ways, his head was pillowed on my breasts as my fingers lazily roamed over his sweaty back.

“Creedence?”

“Yeah, Tallulah.”

I smiled. “You made a promise to me.”

He lifted his head and waited for me to explain.

“You promised that I would hear you sing.”

“Mmmm.” He rolled over to his back and yawned. “Can’t. I don’t have my guitar.”

I scoffed. “And no one in the history of time ever sang a note without a guitar.”

He mulled that over. Then he sat up and leaned against the wall. “Come here.”

Creed pulled me against his chest so that I was facing away. He kept one arm wrapped across the front of my shoulders. I felt him take a deep breath.

Saylor had told me Creed could sing extremely well. I believed it; even the low rumble of his speaking voice had a commanding quality to it. But nothing prepared me for the raw, beautiful sound of the music he made. After a moment I recognized the song he was singing. It was a soulful rendition of ‘Have You Ever Seen the Rain’. I wondered if he’d chosen it because of the name of the group it belonged to. I’d heard quite a bit of live singing over the years. Much of it was rote, perfunctory. What Creedence was able to do with a song was a rare thing. All the hard-headed reserve he usually covered himself with was gone. He felt every note he sang. He made me feel it all too.

I didn’t move until the last note was done. I hoped he would start with another song but he just sighed and kissed my shoulder. I turned and found his mouth. We kissed for a long time and then he gently rolled me over and opened my legs. He ended up doing exactly what he’d meant to do when he knocked on my door tonight; he made me come until I screamed and then he fell asleep on my breasts after he finished taking what he needed.

Sleep eluded me for a long time. I listened to the way he breathed and admired the strong muscles rising and falling under my hands. I began to recognize something terrifying.

I could fall for Creedence Gentry. I could fall for him so hard I might not ever get back up.

I was already halfway there.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


CREED



I left her before the sun came up. Truly was confused, trying to hold me in the darkness, and I didn’t know what to tell her. I ran my hand through her hair as she looked at me sleepily, her head returning to the pillow.

“Be careful not to let the cat out,” she said, smiling a little because it was what she’d said to me the first time we spent the night together.

I kissed her and stood. That first night was supposed to be the only night. Now I didn’t know what the hell was supposed to happen. I hadn’t gone looking for this. A few months ago I’d stood quietly by and watched my own brother go ape shit over a girl. I never thought that insanity would find me.

But here it was. Even when Truly pissed me off – like she did last night when she pulled away and pouted – I still thought she was f*cking perfect. Every word she said had my full attention. Every move she made was beautiful. The idea of any other man ever putting his hands on her body again was enough to make my head roar and my fists tighten. With a jolt I realized I hadn’t looked at another woman since I saw Truly Lee walk into The Hole.

I didn’t know if she understood how much she had me by the balls. What should a man say to drive that point home? Should he say anything at all?

Especially when he might not be in one f*cking piece for long.

That was a dark thought. I couldn’t shake it off though, remembering the mess that had been made out of Emilio.

The damn cat was staring at me again. It seemed less hostile now, or maybe it was me who was less hostile. I knelt down in the living room and the animal blinked at me before creeping forward. Dolly was her name, I remembered. She purred under my hand and tried to get closer.

“Told you we would revisit this shit,” I whispered, oddly pleased that the thing had apparently decided that I didn’t suck. I ran my hand over her silky fur for a few more seconds before heading out.

The dim morning air held a hint of fall chill but I knew it would get hot later. It was always hot.

There were few people in sight on the walk back to my place. When I reached my front door I remembered that I didn’t have my keys with me. The night before, I’d jumped right over the patio wall when I heard Cord and Saylor starting to pull each other’s clothes off in a mad frenzy. My keys were most likely on the couch where I had tossed them before I went outside.

I walked around to the patio in the hopes the door would be still be open like I’d left it. Instead I found Chase.