Creed: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Lonely Rider MC Book 3)

by Melissa Devenport

  “I- don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.” Another long, slow pump followed by a drag of nimble fingertips over the head.

  “I’m not. I want to know the answer.” Two hard pumps and his hips jacked off the bed again.

  “I- why would I kill someone when there are so many other useful ways to get what I want. Killing people is messy. Not just the act, but the cleanup after.” Two more torturous passes of her hand.

  She blinked. “So… is that a yes or a no?”

  “It’s a no,” he ground out. “There are other guys at the club that do that shit. Me- I’m- uh…” god he couldn’t think straight with her hand doing that to his dick.

  “What’s that? Hmm? Were you saying something?” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips again and she stared at him like a siren about to lure him to his death.

  She reached out and cupped his balls with her other hand and just like that he was done. He threw his head back against the pillow as he arched into her palm. All it took was one thrust. He groaned out something unintelligible, something that sounded like a strangled, fuck. There was no precipice, no climb, no getting close. He just… pumped hard with his hips and like a madman, shot his load right into her hand.

  He’d taken a corner too fast once, on his bike, and the next thing he knew, he was on his side, sliding. He came just like that. Just like he’d been riding his bike confidently one second, on his side, bleeding and wearing half the gravel from the road, the next. He could barely draw a breath into his burning lungs. His breathing was so labored he didn’t even recognize it was his own. He realized that his hands were balled into tight fists, gripping the sheets.

  His goddess stared back at him, brow arched, humor in her eyes. “Jeez. I don’t know whether to be flattered or tell you that you hold the record for the fastest I’ve ever seen a guy come.”

  “You clearly started having sex way too late in life then,” he ground out.

  “Nope.” She shook her head, smiling back at him. “Don’t think so. I was fourteen.”

  “Fourteen. Jesus.” It was crazy to think that she’d lost her v-card before he did and he was the one with the fucked up life. She was probably raised in a good family in the suburbs.

  “Yeah. Well. Even back then, no one blew their load into my hand in like ten seconds.”

  “It wasn’t ten seconds,” he rasped, annoyed. “There was a whole lot of you writhing clothed and then you riding my face. Sue me if I find that overly sexy.”

  “I’m disappointed. I thought I was going to be able to taste you.” Her eyes darkened as she lifted her palm. “Oh wait. I guess I still can.”

  No. No. No fucking way. Don’t do it.

  But she did. She liked her fingers like they were fucking popsicles. Like they were a rare treat she wasn’t really allowed to have, but someone slipped it to her anyway.

  His hips bucked forward and he nearly came again watching her lick off his cum.

  No matter how much it hurt, no matter that his wounds would likely have broken open, no matter that he was exhausted and light headed and seeing stars and that he’d just shot his load off in ten seconds like she said, he would have flipped her over onto her back and fucked the living daylights out of her.

  But a knock at the door shot that plan straight to shit.

  Chapter 9

  KATE

  “Oh no. Oh fucking no.” Kate’s eyes flew to the door. She rubbed her hand on the sheets, swallowed hard and jumped off the bed. “Fuck,” she hissed. “Get under the blankets.”

  She ran for her clothes. She didn’t have any trouble locating her pants in the dark. Or her shirt. She threw them on both in record time and pulled the door open. She did it smoothly, in one motion so that whoever was on the other side wouldn’t hear the lock click.

  “Jack,” she breathed. She pasted on a smile. “Hey, is everything okay with Tia?” That’s it. Distract him with my sister. That should work.

  Jack stared hard at her face for a second before he stepped into the room. He shot her a look when he flicked the light on. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”

  Kate glanced wildly over to the bed, where Creed thankfully pretended to be asleep. He’d managed to throw the covers over himself. Thankfully they weren’t tenting between his legs either. Thank god for small mercies.

  “Uh- well, he’s trying to rest and I thought having the light on would bother him. I can see just fine in the dark.”

  Jack’s lips pursed. He glanced at the bed then turned back to her. Glanced back to the bed. Back to her. His eyes narrowed and little, furrowed lines appeared at the corners.

  “I see. Well, you must be tired. You watched him all night and all day. I can take over for you.”

  “No, it’s alright.” She waved a hand in the air. “I got a few naps in here and there.”

  “Naps? That’s exactly my point. No one should be napping around Creed.”

  “He was unconscious.”

  “He’s not anymore though. Let me take a few hours. It doesn’t bother me. I’m used to not sleeping.”

  She nearly asked if that was because her sister kept him awake at night, but she bit that back. She might tease Tia, but Jack was a whole different ball game. It would completely cross the line to even say something like that. It was Creed who had her mind in a mess. Her senses whirling.

  “Okay, well I could use a shower.” She shrugged casually and pretended to smell herself as she lifted an arm. “I’m pretty sure that I stink.”

  Jack’s lips thinned out. Oh god. Please do not let him smell sex. Please… please…

  “Right. Okay. Come back around three. That gives me a few hours of sleep before work.”

  “Okay.” She nodded hard. Too hard. Her eyes strayed to the bed one last time before she turned and fled.

  Kate passed through the hall and the kitchen. She took a sharp left and headed up the stairs. Her bedroom was on the right and to the left was Jack and Tia’s. The door was closed. Kate debated about knocking, but figured her sister was probably asleep if she wasn’t feeling good and Jack had come searching her out.

  Jesus, that was way too close. Kate shut the door behind her and sunk down against it. She stared at the bed, her body still on fire. She hadn’t even had a chance to cool off. She couldn’t believe the things she’d done. It was all Creed’s fault. Egging me on. Challenging me like that. Talking like that. And Jack’s fault. For insinuating that I was a slut. Why the hell did I prove him right?

  Over the years, she’d fucked some pretty inappropriate people in some pretty inappropriate places, but what she’d done down there had to take the cake.

  She should have felt regret or shame or something bitter and acrid at the back of her throat. All she felt was satisfaction. No, that was a lie. She still felt desire. Her body ached. The spot between her legs felt like it was going to burst if she didn’t do something about it. She stared at her hand, the same hand she’d got Creed off with earlier. It had been the wildest, most unexpected, sexiest thing that she’d ever done. Or had happened to her. God, watching him come like that had caught them both off guard. She might have teased him after, but only to cover up how- how amazed she was at how she reacted to it.

  She’d never wanted a man more than she wanted Creed. Likely because in the past, most men were available, even the inappropriate ones. She might enjoy men, but she drew the line at anyone who wasn’t single. She wasn’t a home wrecker. She wasn’t in it to hurt anyone. Those men were available, even if they were emotionally closed off or just wanted a one-night stand. It was fine with her, because she never wanted more than that either.

  Creed was different. Not only was he dangerous and mysterious, but he was completely off limits. For all the obvious reasons. Number one being that he’d just woken from some life-threatening injuries. Fuck. What is wrong with me?

  Number two being that he had some murderous psychopaths hot on his trail.

  Number three… well, he was just going to l
eave.

  Which should have suited her just fine. She liked guys that left. Guys that wouldn’t spend the night after were even better. She wasn’t exactly the type to sit and cuddle.

  So why did the thought of Creed not being there hurt her like she’d just roused the ire of an entire wasp nest? She felt the stings and pricks all over her body, the pain searing and white hot.

  When she pictured Creed in that bed downstairs, Jack watching over him, probably taking about a game plan to get him out the damn door as fast as possible, it was his arms and the bed she thought about. And that broad, strong chest. She wanted those arms wrapped around her. She wanted her head on his chest, right over his heart.

  She wouldn’t mind falling asleep like that.

  Okay, something was up. Something was definitely wrong.

  When Kate finally realized what it was, she let out a low pitched moan, pulled her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She rested her head there, on the tower of legs and arms she’d created.

  I am so seriously fucked.

  Chapter 10

  CREED

  Jack ‘woke’ him, though whether the guy believed he was actually sleeping was debatable. He shot suspicious, half disgusted looks at him the entire time they discussed what his escape plan would be. They went over a background, where Creed thought he’d end up, all of that stuff. It would help for the fake ID Jack was going to get for him tomorrow.

  Clearly the women knew nothing about it. Not Jack’s wife and not the nameless goddess who had just fucked his brains out with her dainty little hand. Jack told her he was going to work the next day, but they both knew that wasn’t true.

  Creed bided his time. He made small talk, even laughed a little. Jack was a tough one to crack, but eventually even he couldn’t hold out when they got talking about some hilarious stories from old times. No matter how hard their life was, there had definitely been a few funny moments along the way. Entertainment provided by the less intelligent members of the crew.

  Eventually his goddess reappeared. He did everything in his power to keep a straight face until Jack was out of the room. Of course she left the door open. She couldn’t risk closing and locking it again. They’d almost been caught.

  Almost.

  Fuck, it made it even more exciting.

  Which was absolutely disgusting. Creed asked himself a million times if there was something wrong with him, but he knew there wasn’t. That woman, his nameless woman, she was his. She was going to figure that out real soon. She was also going to come with him, to Canada, or wherever he was heading. She’d come around.

  All of it was bad. The whole damn thing. Then again, there never had been a time in his life when he would have considered himself to be good.

  He was used to living on the wrong side of the law, ever since he was a kid.

  For her, his goddess who sat beside him on the chair, bathed in the light overhead, eyes sparkling, her face flushed with lingering pleasure and the desire she tried to hide, a desire for more… for her, he’d consider going legit.

  He just needed his fake life from Jack. And he needed his goddess to agree.

  Which was perfect, since he didn’t even know her name.

  “That can’t happen again,” his goddess muttered, breaking into his thoughts.

  They’d sat in silence, her nose in a book that he could tell she wasn’t reading, given that her eyes never trailed back and forth. He wasn’t any worse than what he was doing, as he laid there pretending to be resting.

  “Oh yeah? What can’t?”

  “You know what.” She slammed her book down. The murderous, cock shooting, cock chopping look was back in her eyes.

  “Right. And why is that?”

  “You know why! God, Jack almost walked in on us.”

  “The door was locked.”

  “You know what I mean.” She glanced nervously around and sunk her top teeth into her bottom lip. It was an adorably sexy thing to do and it made him instantly rock fucking hard again. “Do you think Jack knows?”

  “No. He might suspect, but he doesn’t know.”

  “How can you be so sure?” Her worried look would have been adorable had the situation been a little less grave.

  He shot her a pointed look. “Because. I’m still alive. If Jack knew, he wouldn’t have hesitated to use that gun that he keeps hidden in the back of his pants.”

  “Jack doesn’t-”

  “Jack always considered himself a bad guy, I think, but in reality, he isn’t that bad at all. Never was. He’s just about the only guy I know who could actually go full on domestic with a wife and a job and live in the suburbs for god’s sake.”

  “So maybe he did know and he didn’t want to splatter your brains all over the wall. That would really upset my sister and all. She’s already thrown up once tonight. Don’t need that happening again.”

  Her innocent words froze him. He pushed himself, though it required most of his strength, up into a sitting position. “Did you say she threw up?” Something about Jack’s words from earlier, the look on his face… it all made sense.

  “Yeah. She wasn’t feeling well.”

  “Okay- you need to tell me your name right now.”

  His goddess shifted in the chair, clearly uncomfortable at the intensity all of a sudden. It was like the air had been sucked clean out of the room. She fidgeted for a minute, toying with the book in her hands.

  “Kate,” she finally whispered, all of her coy, easy confidence long gone. “It’s Kate.”

  “Kate.” He tried the name on his tongue. He liked that. It was a sensible name, a strong name. A beautiful, resilient kind of name. “Kate,” he said again.

  “Yeah. It’s Kate. Don’t keep saying it like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like it tastes good.”

  “I’m not the one who just made a show earlier of licking-”

  “Stop.” Her eyes shot daggers. “Don’t bring that up again. That was a mistake. I was angry and uh- something else and it’s never going to happen again.”

  “What was the something else?”

  Kate threw down the book. “God, you’re annoying. Did anyone ever tell you that? I liked you better when you were asleep.”

  “And I liked you better when you were on top of me.”

  She pursed her lips and shook her head. “Yeah. I’ll bet you did. Keep dreaming. Never going to happen again. You only get one massive lapse in judgment per lifetime. That was one was yours.”

  “Actually, I think it was yours.”

  “No, well, it was mine, but it was also yours, since it happened to you. Don’t push me. I still have that gun behind me on the dresser.” Her eyes strayed to it and he knew she’d get there faster than he ever could. She knew it too. She also knew that he would never try.

  “Okay. Well, I have something to tell you, Kate, that you’re not going to like. It makes it even more important for me to get out of here as soon as possible.”

  “Why?” Her lips parted. “Why- what do you- okay. Just spit it out. I’m done with the games for tonight.”

  “Technically, since we’re in the early hours of the morning, it’s actually a new day.”

  Kate leaned forward, hair falling over her shoulder in a lush black cascade. Her eyes glittered and her lips turned up in a mockery of a smile. “You know, you should tell me about what you mentioned earlier. Those techniques you use that you enjoy so much more than killing someone.”

  “Never said I enjoyed them. I said they were more effective.”

  She batted her long, thick eyelashes. “Well, you should teach me a few of them. I’d really like to use them on you right fucking now!” The last words were spoken with angry emphasis and all of her fake niceness fled. “You better start talking. Tell me whatever it is you have to say.”

  “Uh- you’re not- you’re not going to like it. It’s going to make you worry more. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you if you don’t already know.”


  “Just spit it out!” Tia glanced at the roof above them and lowered her voice, clearly aware that there were other people in the house. “Just tell me. It’s the last time I’m going to ask nicely.”

  “Or what? You’ll get the kitchen scissors and cut my balls off?”

  “Is that one of your techniques? I could see how that would make someone talk.”

  He grinned, actually genuinely enjoying himself. God, he could do this all day. Spar with her. Engage in a battle of wits. Throw her onto the bed and bury his face in her sweet pussy. Fuck her senseless after. He could definitely do that all day. All day and all night. It didn’t sound like a bad life. He’d have to remember to include that in his proposal when he asked her, or rather, told her, that she was coming with him.

  “Jesus, no, I don’t cut people’s balls off,” he said when he realized she was waiting for an answer. “I just said that since it seems right up your alley with all the knives and guns you’ve already threatened my cock with.”

  She smirked at him. “Turns out all I needed was my hand.”

  He actually rolled his eyes. It hurt, but he did it anyway. “Ha fucking ha. That’s real fucking funny.”

  “Just tell me what you know about my sister. Now. Did Jack say something?”

  “He didn’t. Not exactly. I can just- tell. I’ve known him for a while. I’m good at reading people. That’s what I did at the club.”

  “Read people?”

  “Sort of. I sort of- was good at finding people. Tracking them down.”

  “So you did that and let the other guys do the dirty work? The clean up?” She stared at him, clearly disgusted. With him.

  He didn’t like that look on her face. He didn’t like the judgment and condemnation in her eyes. “Look,” he huffed, rising to the bait when normally he would have played it cool. “You grew up in a different world than I did. You were always safe with a good family, I bet. You always had someone there to fall back on. You had nice things, nice parents, a nice life. You still do. So don’t sit there and pass judgment on me. Because I didn’t have any of those things. I survived some shit you wouldn’t be able to stand for a minute, let alone years.”