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

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by Melissa Devenport


  She felt the edge, felt it slip away, like a landslide under her feet. She screamed as she tumbled off that cliff, tumbled into the most insanely fucking painful, pleasure filled climax she had ever known. She came hard around him, her body squeezing, clenching, gripping.

  Creed let out a low roar that was unlike anything she’d ever heard. His body tensed above her as he thrust hard, one more time. He came inside of her wildly, his body bucking and shaking, trembling violently while she did what she could to hold on. The violent spasms brought her to another aching climax, so close on the heels of the second, but sweeter, the waves taking her, tumbling her, throwing them together until it felt like they were sinking and flying all at once.

  Creed collapsed against her, his body still trembling, his cock throbbing inside of her. “Fuck,” he rasped against her ear, and that about summed it all up.

  “I think- we just did.” Her arms closed around him, around his chest and they just about met around his back. Almost.

  He got an elbow under him and lifted his crushing weight off her chest. She could finally breathe again, but she missed the heaviness of him pressing her down into the earth.

  She looked up into his dark brown eyes. “I’m not leaving.”

  “Kate-”

  “No.” She shook her head. “You think I’m just going to go back to my life after this?” she laughed, though it wasn’t actually funny. “No way. You’re wrong on so many levels. I do need you. I’m not some fragile piece of glass that is going to break. I think I proved that to both of us already. I need you and you need me. That’s how it is, so I’m not leaving. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever. Unless, you know, you want to move, or something. Then I’ll leave. With you. Wherever you go, whatever you do, I’m coming with you. Like a bad STD or something.”

  Creed stared down at her in surprise then his lips parted, his face screwed up and little lines formed at the corners of his eyes. His shoulders shook as he laughed. “Oh lord. A bad STD. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted one of those before now.”

  Kate laughed too, and god, it felt good. It felt good to be there, on the damn ground, leaves in her hair, dirt all over her, in the middle of the woods, the sky above them, looking down on them, with just the man she already knew she’d spend the rest of her days loving.

  “I’m staying,” she said again, this time softer. “You can’t get rid of me.”

  She expected him to argue, but when Creed turned back to her, it was clear he was done. “Alright then. Since we’ve done nothing conventionally so far, why start now. Marry me?”

  She blinked. “Are you serious? Marry you? Why ruin a good thing with that?”

  “I see your opinions of marriage are right up there with your thoughts about romance.”

  “Marriage? Let’s just- well- if you agree to do it up here and not tell anyone, I think I’m okay with that.”

  “That ashamed of me already?”

  “No,” she giggled. “It’s just- I want it to be a promise between you and me. Just us. Just for a while. Before we let the rest of the world know.”

  Creed eventually cracked a smile. “I like that,” he said, voice raw. “I like that a lot. You’re a strange one, Kate.”

  “Right.” She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. “So are you. I guess we make a good pair then.”

  “The best,” he agreed, before he bent his head and gave her a lingering, searing kiss. “We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

  She threaded one hand through his long, dark hair. “I agree.” When she kissed him again, all the fire was back. She had every intention of making up for every single minute of that year apart. The spark in his eyes when she pulled away, told her that he was totally on board with her plans.

  Epilogue

  CREED

  He’d done a lot of shit in his life that he regretted. Bad shit. Things that didn’t make him proud. He’d do it all over again in a heartbeat, if the end result was the same. Because all those shit choices he’d made, all those years spent living rough, bouncing from one foster home to the next, joining first one club, then another, all those wrong turns he’d taken, looking for a place to call home, eventually helped him find it.

  He never thought that would come in the form of a rough little log cabin, a whole lot of nature and sky, and a beautiful, sapphire eyed goddess bouncing a blue eyed, dark haired four-month-old baby girl on her hip while he worked his ass off with a tiller, turning their garden for spring planting, but he was glad as hell it did.

  Somehow, through a whole shit pile of bad things coming together to form one right turn, through the grace of a woman whose heart was as big as the entire damn planet, he was there. With them. With a family at last.

  He shut off the tiller after he’d completed the last lap. Kate kicked off her flip flops and stepped into the freshly turned earth. She closed her eyes and sighed.

  “I love how it’s warm and soft on top and cold underneath. Just like the sand at the beach.” She breathed deeply. “I love that smell. The smell of dirt.”

  Their daughter, Sadie Ambrose Reid, turned her face to him and smiled. He smiled back, sticking out his tongue and making a silly face that brought on a round of high-pitched baby giggles that melted his damn heart.

  He’d never got those fake papers from Jack. Never bothered with them at all. When they were married, he changed his name. He took Kate’s last name, since she was the only woman he’d ever known who truly loved him. He didn’t want his mother’s last name any longer. She hadn’t cared whether he lived or died. He’d carried the names she gave him around with him for the better part of his life, before he’d joined the first club and become just Creed. Officially, on paper, his name read Samuel Reid. It had his real birth date and his real address.

  Kate still called him Creed. Mostly because she thought Creed Reid was hilarious. And secondly, because she said she’d never be able to get used to calling him Samuel. That was a normal name for a normal man and she’d told him a thousand times he was far from that.

  “Creed. You’re scaring me with that look.” Kate giggled, belying her words.

  Creed snapped out of his thoughts. He ran a hand along the back of his neck. His hair had grown so long it covered it completely. Kate referred to his beard as epic. She demanded that he not shave it off and since he’d once heard the saying happy wife, happy life, and didn’t doubt for a second it was true, he’d left it.

  “Sorry.” His rubbed the back of his neck, massaging out the tension that came from maneuvering the heavy tiller through the thick earth for over an hour. His hand came away black with dirt.

  “You look a little like a caveman,” Kate giggled. “Your face is just about black.”

  He wagged his brows suggestively. “Oh yeah? Do you like that?”

  She grinned back at him and bounced Sadie on her hip again. Sadie let out a squeal of joy. “Stop that. You keep saying we need to have, like, ten kids but I haven’t agreed to that. Yet there you are, you keep trying to get on top me and make it happen.”

  “We both agreed on at least one more.” He stared pointedly at her breasts, which strained against the yellow sundress she wore.

  “Good lord. Let’s at least wait until Sadie is a year old. I can’t handle two in diapers.”

  “You could handle the entire world. You’re my goddess.”

  Kate rolled her eyes, but a pink flush danced over her cheeks. His cock hardened just looking at her all sweet and innocent, skin glowing with health and life, kissed by the sun above, their child in her arms, love shining in her eyes.

  “My parents are just coming to meet Sadie for the first time. And you. So- uh- let’s just damper down the surprises before we give them a heart attack.”

  “Like when you told them we’d been married for over a year and announced in the next breath that they were going to be grandparents?”

  The corners of Kate’s lips turned up. “Yeah. Something like that.”

  Creed walked o
ver and held out his arms. Kate handed Sadie over. His daughter pulled at his beard and when he brushed it over her chubby, angelic face, she squealed in delight.

  “Jack and Tia are on baby number three. We can’t let them beat us.”

  Kate groaned. “It isn’t a competition.” She picked up the hoe from beside the garden, stepped back into the earth and began making tidy, neat rows where the seeds would be planted. For two people who spent their lives in the city, he liked to think they were pretty damn good at the whole country living thing. Of course, after Kate showed up that day, he’d added indoor plumbing, power, and an addition to the cabin. Happy wife, happy life.

  He stood at the edge of the garden, his daughter in his arms, and when Kate glanced back at him, eyes sparkling and filled with love he knew she was indeed happy.

  They did indeed have a happy life. A blissfully happy life. When it came down to his past, he would readily do it all over again, knowing one day, he’d end up right there, where he was standing, the luckiest man in the entire world.

  The End

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