I lifted my head half an inch and kissed him.
He kissed me back.
We broke the kiss, his fingers slid out as he dropped his head to kiss my throat. He moved to shove himself through the two front seats as I righted my jeans and then I shoved myself through.
I was belting my seatbelt when Creed put the truck in gear and rolled.
I looked to the side, saw he had the tip of his middle and index fingers in his mouth and he was licking them clean.
My clit spasmed.
Oh yeah.
This partnering business was gonna be all kinds of good.
* * * * *
I held onto the headboard even though I really had no choice.
With two scarves tied to my wrists, their ends clutched between my palms and the headboard, in other words within easy reach if I needed to release them, I couldn’t move my hands.
I was on my knees in the pillows, ass tipped back, Creed behind me, arms around me, both hands at my breasts, rolling and tugging my nipples as he powered deep.
My head flew back as the headboard rocked with his drives and my body’s jerks.
This shit was
great.
“You okay?” Creed grunted in my ear.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Harder.”
He drilled up harder.
Oh yeah.
Yeah.
“Give me more, Sylvie,” he growled and I arched my back and tipped up my ass. “Yeah, baby,” he approved and slammed in harder.
“Creed!” I gasped, so close, oh so fucking close.
He pulled out to the tip and stopped.
No!
I pressed back but he moved with me, withholding.
“Need you, baby, I’m close,” I whispered.
He withheld, I only had the tip and his mouth came back to my ear.
“Keep your back arched, ass high, yeah, Sylvie?”
“Creed,” I begged.
“Let me give you somethin’ good,” he urged, his voice rough, the smooth totally gone.
I swallowed then nodded.
I lost the tip and I bit my lip not to whimper.
His fingers swept my hair over one shoulder then, starting at the base of my scalp, one trailed down my neck, between my shoulders, slow, so fucking slow.
“Arch, tip that ass,” he murmured and I arched deeper for him, lifting my ass further. “Beautiful,” he muttered, his finger going down my spine, down, between the cheeks of my ass, down through my wet, he tweaked my clit and my entire body jolted, the headboard banging.
Oh God. He was right. This was good. This was
hot.
“You should see you,” he whispered and I felt both his hands at my hips, they went up my sides, light, over my ribs, light, and then they moved in to cup my breasts. “Give me those, Sylvie.”
I pressed into his hands. His thumbs moved to rub over my nipples hard, my body jerked again and my heavy breaths grew heavier. Creed rewarded me, his thumbs circling my nipples, pressing deep, making me moan.
“Fuck, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured, his hands moving to my back, pressing in more now, pushing me further down.
They moved over and curled around my ass, the thumbs sliding in, gliding along the sides of the cleft, one honed in and circled the sensitive skin and, fuck me, fuck me, I was so far gone, I wanted it so much I strained into it.
“Gonna take that,” he muttered.
Oh yeah.
He pressed in tighter. “When you’re ready, baby, gonna fuck that and play with you while I do. Rock your world.”
“Do it now,” I breathed.
His thumb moved away and I couldn’t control the whimper before I felt his lips move over the ass cheek of my right side then up to the small of my back.
“Oh no,” he whispered against my skin. “Got you tied and arched for me. Little at a time.”
“I’m ready,” I panted and felt his lips move against the small of my back like he was smiling.
“Pleased, Sylvie, but when I fuck that, you’re gonna be a whole lot more than ready.”
Holy shit.
Something to look forward to.
My legs quivered.
His mouth disappeared and not a second later, his cock drove inside again.
I came instantly and I came
hard.
Never better. Never bigger. Never.
Fabulous.
I took him through mine, I took him through his and I stayed tied, on my knees, arched with ass tipped back as he pulled out but moved a hand between my legs and toyed with me gently until he was finished with me. Then he positioned under me and I thought he was going to take me with his mouth but his long arms reached up, gently pulled the ties out from under my palms and he released me. With hands to my hips, he slid me down his body. When I was close, one of his hands slid into my hair to pull my face down to his and kiss me.
When he was done, he shoved my face in the side of his neck.
“You good?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah.”
“How good?”
“Really fucking good.”
His arms wrapped tight around me and he gave me a squeeze.
I pressed closer and brushed my lips against his skin before I whispered there, “Thank you.”
“Baby, you don’t have to thank me for makin’ you come.” His voice had a smile in it. “My pleasure and I mean that in every way that can mean.”
I lifted up and looked down at him.
I was not smiling and his faded when he caught sight of my face.
“No,” I said softly. “Thank you for making me feel safe
then
giving that to me. Never, Creed, not once since him did I give over total control to a man. You’re the only one. I didn’t think I could like it. You made me like it. No, fucking
love
it and want more. So,” I dropped my face closer, “
thank you.
”
I watched a wealth of emotions flash through his eyes before his hand pulled me down and he took my mouth again, rolling me, covering me with his body, kissing me long, wet, hard and deep.
When he broke the kiss, his lips trailed over my cheek to my ear and his voice was hoarse when he promised, “You’re always safe with me.”
I held him tight. “I know.”
“I’ll erase him.”
“You already are.”
“Make your body sing.”
“You already do.”
“I love you, Sylvie.”
“I love you back, Creed.”
His head moved, I felt the edge of his teeth run light along my jaw then his lips came back to mine and he locked our eyes.
“Gonna claim back every inch of you,” he vowed.
“You already have.”
“No, I haven’t. But I’m gonna.”
I smiled against his lips. “Looking forward to that, baby.”
He smiled back. “I got that. Nearly begged me to fuck your ass.”
I shrugged under him. “You made it hot.”
“Oh, it’s hot,” he promised.
I squirmed under him. He smiled against my mouth again. Then he touched his lips to mine and lifted his head an inch.
“Need provisions,” he said quietly. “For you to like it, need you slick.”
He was killing me.
“Sex shop, first stop tomorrow,” I declared and he threw back his head and burst out laughing.
I stilled and stared as his laughter shook my body and filled the room with its beauty.
When he sobered, he grinned down at me then his grin faded and his hand came up to curl around the side of my head.
“What?” he whispered.
“I missed you,” I whispered back.
I watched him close his eyes slowly then his face disappeared in my neck.
We lay that way awhile before he rolled us to our sides but kept our bodies close.
When we settled, quietly he told me, “You got shit to think about.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Future shit.”
Oh fuck.
“Creed –”
“Just fucked you again without a condom, baby.”
Oh fuck!
“You got pills in your bathroom. You take ‘em?” he asked.
“Um… sometimes,” I answered and he grinned. “Usually, I’m steady with that and condoms, always. You’ve put me off my game,” I told him and his grin got bigger. “We’re on day two, Creed,” I reminded him gently. “This is good. I like it. I missed you. I love you. I’m happy as all hell to have you back. But we gotta be better with that shit.”
“Take your pills,” he ordered. “Give me the head’s up when you’re back on track. I like to feel just you.”
I nodded. I liked that too.
He kept talking. “Future shit you gotta think about is just that. I’ll lay it out. I want a life with you. A home with you. Kids with you. All we should have had but did not get. Yet. I want you to get to know my kids and build a relationship with them. And, bonus I didn’t expect, I enjoy workin’ with you. You’re good at what you do. You got energy. You believe in the job. You let that emotion make you better at it rather than clouding it and I dig that. I got a business in Phoenix. You got one here. We gotta pick where we’re gonna be. No pressure but I don’t wanna be far away from my kids or put them through the hassle of flyin’ every other weekend to come and see me. But that doesn’t mean we can’t get creative and work something out. That’s enough for now but that’s where I am, what you need to think about. No decisions today, tomorrow, next week. We’ll talk when you’re ready but that’s where I am.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“Okay,” he whispered.
I decided it was time to switch subjects. “What’s your take on today?”
He rolled to his back but pulled my torso up on his as he did. He looked to the ceiling. I looked at his face.
“I get the play but I still think you all jumped the gun.” His eyes came to me. “Sebring does the job fueled by emotion. I don’t know where it comes from but he’s got a fire in his belly. He was playin’ it smart with finesse, diggin’ deep, lookin’ to make sure he got all the players. Beatin’ the shit outta Nair until he gave all the names of the clients he planted to work over the girls and promised to get the fuck outta Denver might not solve the problem if Nick or some other fuckwad is in on this with him.”
I nodded. “Takes care of the immediate problem, though,” I noted.
“Maybe, maybe not.” His eyes grew sharp on me and when he went on, my body braced. “Torture doesn’t work. Incentives do. Anyone will say anything to stop the pain. We have no idea if he gave us all the names of all the clients he planted. He swears he’s workin’ alone, we can’t trust that either. The only thing we know since we’ve been watchin’ him is that he hasn’t directly approached the girls but Knight’s no further than he was before.”
“Torture didn’t make you say what they wanted you to say to stop the pain,” I said quietly.
“Exactly. Torture does not work if you’re usin’ it on a true believer. Until they offered incentives, they got nothing,” he replied, not quietly.
I pulled in a breath and moved us out of this. I couldn’t deal with this. Not now.
“We’ve found nothing to even hint that Nair had a partner.”
“That’s the only thing I feel good about. My gut throughout this entire job said the man worked alone. He got info and he bought talent to do their thing with the girls but this is not a man who inspires loyalty. Knight’s business is fucked. He shouldn’t be doin’ it but before I took this job, I looked into him and got nothing back but respect. Even know some cops on the DPD who had good words to say, no fuckin’ joke. So, regardless that he does it, I couldn’t sniff out one single enemy, outside Nair.”
“Knight shouldn’t be doing it?” I asked and my tone made him focus more intently on me.
“I get you,” he said gently. “And I’ll say, straight up, in my job with the clients I take, I cross a lotta lines so I am far from squeaky clean. But there is no denying what Knight Sebring does outside that club is not okay.”
“I disagree,” I retorted and his arm around my back gave me a squeeze.
“I know you do, Sylvie. I know why you do. But now you know that I disagree with you.”
“Do we have a problem with this?” I asked and he shook his head against the pillows.
“Nope. Your life, your job, your choices. I fit into that life; I don’t bend it to my will. Same goes for you with me. We got issues along the way, we discuss and maybe agree to disagree. But if I accept you have reasons for making the decisions you make and vice versa, we’ll be cool.”
That was the right answer so I nodded and my body relaxed.
His arm gave me another squeeze.
“Do you know why Knight does it?” he asked.
“No. He hasn’t shared and I don’t care. He does it. He doesn’t fuck around. He’s committed and, honestly, Creed, this shit rarely happens. So he’s good at what he does, whether you agree with it or not.”
“Right,” he muttered and I braced again when his eyes went back to intent. “That visit to Serena, baby, before we came home, she wants out. The girls want out, you should help them and so should Knight.”
“We do,” I told him and continued. “And I will. So will Knight. He’ll pay to make her physically healthy again, the girls will work with her to help her get over what happened or learn to live with it then he’ll work to pave her way in another life. She’ll be okay.”
His eyes got more intent and his arm tightened so I kept braced when he carried on.
“Just throwin’ this out there but, the new ones come in, you should counsel them to different ways of goin’ about life.”
“I thought you accepted I had reasons for making the decisions I make?” I asked.
“I do. I also told you, we had issues along the way, we discuss them. And a woman finds herself in the position to approach Knight in order to have protection so she can sell her body, Sylvie, he or you should do what you can to show her another way before you take her on. It’s the right thing to do.”
“Okay, I get you,” I told him. “And, you may not know this but he does that already. I cannot say that he expends a lot of effort and there is no doubt he could make more of one but he doesn’t just set them up. Sometimes they feel there are no other ways.”
He shook his head and his arm came up, fingers sifting in my hair so he could pull my head closer to his.
“I had all access, Sylvie, demand that shit when I take a client and Serena was hookin’ to pay for art school. Can you tell me there’s no other way?”
“She’s twenty-five, Creed. She can also make life choices.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Fuck.