Risk (Gentry Boys #2)(9)

“Shhh.” He put a hand briefly over my mouth and changed direction, rolling on top of me. “Just take it, honey.” He was in me fast and deep, already thrusting so furiously I didn’t know how he could keep the pace for long.

But Creedence wasn’t an ordinary man. He proved that over and over again as I lost track of time. Actually I lost track of everything but the frantic need to satisfy him and the cataclysmic pleasure he gave me.

Creed was relentless, absolutely freaking relentless. We did things to each other that I’d thought were only legends. As I finally began to doze off I felt his weight leave the bed. A pang overcame me as I realized he was likely done for the night, and done with me. Apparently I was wrong. Creed turned off the light switch and crawled into bed, pulling me against him. Then he spoke for the first time in hours.

“Truly your real name?”

“Yes,” I said sleepily. “I mean no. My mama named me Tallulah after the town I was born in. Tallulah Rae Lee. Melted together into ‘Truly’ at some point.”

Creed was silent. He ran his fingertips lightly over my shoulder.

“Is Creedence your real name?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered rather flatly. “I’ve always been just Creedence Gentry.”

I hugged his chest. The dark curtain of sleep was begging to fall. “Well, that’s a whole lot from what I can tell.”

His voiced sounded odd. “If you say so.”

I slept soundly until the sun came up.





CHAPTER FOUR


CREED



I woke up before her. I hadn’t really meant to hang around until sunrise but that girl had drained me to the point where all I could do was pass out at her side.

As I pulled my jeans up I stared at her. She stirred as the soft light of morning bathed her face and the sheets freed one of those juicy tits I’d gotten so much mileage out of last night. A slow smile spread across my face. Damn, I’d been all up in that shit. It would be almost worth going without for another two months if it meant being treated to a happy ending like that.

Truly sure as hell knew her way around. Whatever she didn’t know she’d been more than willing to experiment with. The big pile of rubbers over in the garbage can was proof I’d hit my goal. Still, I was sorry I hadn’t stuffed even more in my wallet. As I stared at Truly’s naked skin I was sure that I could get in the mood for some morning action.

I stood over her for a moment, just watching her sleep. She was one hot slice, even more of a great roll than I’d figured. What’s more, I strongly suspected that even though she knew how to please a man it had been quite a while since she’d done anything about it.

“Hi,” she said, opening her dark eyes and gazing up at me.

“Mornin’,” I answered, sitting on the bed next to her. She pulled the sheet up to cover herself even though I’d already been over that landscape quite a few times now. Her dark eyes seemed stern as she pushed her black hair out of her face and regarded me seriously.

I started to feel a little uneasy. I mean, usually when I banged around with a girl I didn’t need to worry about running into her much. But Truly was Saylor’s friend. There could be some fallout in my future.

“You sleep well?” she asked. I thought I caught an edge of sarcasm in her voice, although it was tough to tell beneath that drawling accent.

I played it safe. “Sure,” I answered smoothly. If she was going to buckle under a crazy amount of guilt over our frantic f*ck fest then there wasn’t much I could do about that. Still, I didn’t want to just run out the door and let that be the end of it.

“Breakfast?” I asked and her eyebrows, which were as dark as her hair, shot skyward.

“I don’t cook,” she scowled.

I rolled my eyes, knowing she’d misunderstood me. “No, I meant would you like to go out and get something for breakfast?”

She was thinking. “Is that what you want to do, Creed? Go out to breakfast?”

For crying out loud, did she need an engraved invitation? “Jesus, I just asked you, didn’t I?”

Truly sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Yeah, sorry. I’m not real hungry though.”

Her words were pretty clear. Her body language was even clearer. She’d pulled her knees up to her chest and was keeping her body bandaged in the sheets. She just wanted me to leave her alone with her morning after remorse.

“All right then,” I said, rising and stifling a yawn.

“Bye Creed,” she said in a flat voice as she kept her eyes down.

“Truly.” I reached over and touched her bare shoulder. She finally looked straight at me. There was a cute smattering of light freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her big brown eyes were deep, dark and wary. I just wanted her to know something and then I’d get out of her hair.

I cleared my throat. “I had a f*cking great time last night.”

She smiled slightly at that. “Yeah,” she blushed, “I did too.”

“So I’ll see you around, Tallulah?”

“You might but you should know I don’t answer to that name.”

“You will if I’m the one saying it.”

She flashed me a withering glare and I laughed.

“Careful not to let the cat out when you leave,” she grumbled, rolling to her side to face the wall. I figured that was the final hint to get lost, which was fine with me. I wanted to go home and grab some more sleep.