Parking his bike, he didn’t give her a second to question him or his motives. Getting off, he instantly went for his belt and started undoing it. Tess was still on the bike, just looking at him, a little shocked, but her eyes were glued to his hand. Good start, he didn’t mind giving her a little bit of a show because he was damn determined she would be giving him one. Getting his belt undone, he let it go and popped the top button of his jeans, finally giving his dick some room. Putting his hands on his hips, he watched her for a second. Yeah, she was just as much into this as he was. Face flushed, her tongue was gliding over her cherry red lips like she wanted a taste of him. Later, he thought, they were definitely doing that later.
“Tess,” Creed said, trying to get her attention, but she was focused, and he had to repeat himself. “TESS!” When her head shot up and looked him in the eyes, he smiled. “Two choices, honey. The first one, you hop up off that bike, wiggle yourself out of your jeans, and bend over my bike like a good girl. I will fuck you hard and deep until you’re screaming my name again.” Creed watched as her breathing picked up and her blush deepened. Damn, he could read this woman like a map. There wasn’t any calculating or denial there, but he had to give her a choice. Coming closer, he grabbed her hard and tilted her head up to his, bending slightly, he brushed her lips with his. “The second choice, we go back to the bar, I put you in your car, and we call it good. What do you want, Tess? It’s up to you where this goes.”
Tess leaned forward, kissing him long and deep, placing her hands on his chest, and pushed. At first, he thought she was going to pick the second choice, and he regretted pushing her too far. Tess was a good girl and getting fucked in the woods was probably a no go. Backing up a step, Creed’s hands went to the button on his jeans, but before he could even get them on the fabric, Tess had placed her hand on his, pulling them back and snapping the button herself. She smiled at him, then went to her knees, taking Creeds breath away.
“I think I have another choice, don’t you, Creed?”
When she grabbed the tab on his zipper and started to pull it down, Creed just waited, hoping she was going to be as bold as she was playing at. He was going to fuck her, but he wasn’t opposed to a little foreplay, especially if it got his dick sucked. Damn, he was too jaded for this sweet girl, but he sure as fuck wasn’t going to stop her. Creed had given her choices, and she had chosen one of her own. He’d barely got that thought out of his head before he felt her cold hand wrap around his shaft. The contrast of his heated skin against her cold grip hardened him further. Then she did him in. Gripping him harder, Tess took the head of his dick into her mouth and traced the rim, sucking lightly.
Thrusting forward, instinctively placing more of his aching cock into her mouth. When she looked up at him pouty lips full of dick, Creed was finished playing around. Taking a fist full of her hair in one hand and wiping away the hair that had fallen blocking his view, Creed started to pump his hips, guiding her head and mouth back and forth over his dick. He wasn’t gentle, but he was watching, the sight turning him on more. Tess was taking it and giving back as much as he allowed. Looking down, he noticed her legs were pressed together, and her hand was making a beeline right to where he needed to be. Not giving her a choice, this time, Creed pulled his dick from her mouth.
Bending his body forward, he lifted Tess up off the ground until she was standing and turned her so her back was against his front, caging her again like he had in the bar, only this time, Creed let his hands roam her body. Until he felt the hem of her flimsy little shirt. It only took seconds to rip the offending material from her body, not having the patience to deal with her bra, Creed pulled the cups down until the soft flesh was resting in his hands. Damn, she was more than a handful, and her nipples were diamond hard against his palm. Creed knew he could spend hours just on those babies alone, but he would get back to them soon. Skimming his hands down to her waist, he undid the button on her jeans and pulled them down, not bothering with the zipper until her creamy white ass was exposed to him.
Creed put his hand between her legs and smiled when he found her soaking wet. Yeah, she wanted this as much as he did, the little mewling sounds she was making as she pushed her ass back into him only driving him forward. Penetrating her with his finger, Creed groaned at how tight, slick, and hot she was. She was going to feel amazing on his dick.
Putting one arm around her waist, Creed used his other hand to guide his dick, moving forward just a step. Tess wasn’t that tall, and he had to bend his knees to take her, but he was willing to become a contortionist, just to feel what came next. Tess was moaning, and he noticed one of her hands had left the bike. Fuck, he wanted to see what she was doing, but there wasn’t any time. Creed pushed forward and stopped. The tight stretch of her tender flesh was making his ears ring. Tess was talking, but he wasn’t hearing anything at the moment, then he caught the last of what she was saying and froze.
“Condom.”
Fuck, he had never once forgotten to bag his shit. He didn’t want any little ones running around or getting a Q-tip shoved up his dick to check for STD’s. What was it about this woman that made him lose all sense. Pulling out, he liked the little grumble Tess made. Getting his wallet, he pulled out a condom and put it on and slapped Tess’s ass.
“I hear patience is a virtue,” he said and laughed when she snarled at him and pushed herself back into his body. Creed liked seeing his handprint on her ass. It was dark, but the full moon was giving him enough light to see everything.
If she wanted it, Creed was going to give it to her. Pushing forward, he kept pushing until he was balls deep. It felt amazing. He didn’t have the patience he told her about and just started pounding into her. Tess pushed back at him with every thrust. He could feel her hot walls tighten, and he knew she was just about there. He was holding on by a thread, but he wouldn’t leave her hanging. Reaching his hand around, he found her clit and flicked it lightly. Tess started to squirm on him. Fuck, had any women ever felt this good? He knew the answer, and it was hell no. Creed felt the tingles going up his spine and his balls and knew he was going to blow. At Tess’s scream, and the tight contractions of her cunt set him off, his body let loose and the pleasure skyrocketed.
Panting, it took him several seconds to realize his knees had buckled, and he was on his ass with Tess sitting on top of him. Fuck, he already wanted her again, but his dick wasn’t going to cooperate for a couple more minutes. For the first time, he noticed how cool it was outside, and he felt like a douche. He’d taken Tess, stripped her down, and road her hard. She might not have complained, but he felt like shit. She deserved better.
Patting her hip, Creed didn’t say anything, still feeling bad, but he needed to get Tess off of him, so they could leave. When his dick softened and slipped out of Tess, they both moaned at the same time, but Tess got up and straightened her clothes, not looking at him. Had he made a mistake? Should he have taken her back to the bar and left? Fuck it, this was no time for regrets because he wasn’t even close to being finished with her; that shit could all come later.
Tess looked so cute walking around in the dark, tight ass jeans in place, hair messed up and sticking all over the place, but he couldn’t figure out what she was doing. Creed disposed of the condom, tucked himself away, and started to get up when she stepped into his view, hands on her hips, glaring down at him. The look would have worked if her boobs weren't still sticking out of her bra. Those babies drew him right up until he couldn’t resist giving them a little pinch. The slap on his hand was totally unexpected.
“Creed, I need my shirt.”
Spying the torn-up piece of red off to his left, Creed went to his saddlebags and pulled out one of his t-shirts, handing it to Tessa. Regretting the seconds he missed with his back turned when she had fixed her bra over her breast. Personally, he thought all bras should be the way he had put it. Just support from underneath, pushing those babies up and out. But he wasn’t a chick.
Tess tried to hand his shirt back.
> “Creed I want my shirt.”
“Babe, I don’t have a fucking clue where your shirt is,” Creed said, lying easily, “and I’m not going to go searching for it. Put that on and get on the bike. I’m not nearly done with you tonight. I promised to make you scream over and over again, and that’s exactly what I am going to do.
Tessa put his shirt on and waited until he got onto the bike. He was watching her through his mirror, and when she sat down and then hopped up real fast, he smiled. She was sore and would be feeling him for a while. The ride and vibrations from his bike would keep her thinking about what they’d just done, and he was hoping to make her want more.
Tess tried to sit back further on the bike, not like before when she curled herself around him, and Creed was having none of that. Tess wasn’t going to pull away from him until he was done with her. Grabbing her behind the knees, he pulled her close, then reached back, took her hands, and wrapped them around the waist, squeezing them once to let her know he wanted her to keep them there.
He headed out, not knowing where he was going. He wasn’t going to give Tess the chance to end this night by taking her to her car, so he rode right past the bar.
“Hey,” Tess yelled.
“Tell me where you live, Tess,” he demanded, and like the good little girl she was, she showed him right where to go.
CHAPTER TEN
Tessa woke up, having heard something, laying there, not really wanting to move at the moment, she tried to figure out what it was and took a couple of seconds to listen more closely. The thump of boots and the rustle of clothes brought the night before back to her at lightning speed. Risking it, she cracked her eyelids open just a smidge, enough to see but not draw the person’s attention who was now creeping around her room, gathering his shit.
Tessa wanted to pull the pillow over her head and hide. He was doing it, really doing it exactly as she had thought. Sneaking around, gathering his shit, getting ready to leave without even a goodbye or a slap on the ass, saying thank you for the orgasms. What a dick move.
Tessa was mortified. She’d done it, had her very first one-night stand, and just like she’d thought, she felt like crap. The things that she let Creed do things to her body, hell the things she did to his, Tess knew she would never, in a million years, experience anything like that again. This was a one-time deal because even though he’d rocked her world, she felt dirty. Like she should jump up and run to the shower and wash Creed away from her body and soul, and it kind of hurt because she liked him there.
Creed had done everything he said he was going to do. She couldn’t blame him for how she was feeling right now. No, this was all on her. The poor man had even given her a chance after chance to call it off and go home alone, but Tessa hadn’t wanted that, she wanted every touch, lick, kiss, and pump of his hips. Begged for it more than once. Hearing him stub his toe, she had to turn on her side, so he wouldn’t see the smile on her face; served him right he deserved some pain. He should get a little something extra for leaving her this way. When she heard the creak in the floor right in front of her door, she knew he was making his escape, and she was going to let him.
It was better this way. She was starting to feel things for Creed after just a few hours with him, and that didn’t do either of them any good. Free and wild she wasn’t, and that was all Creed would ever be. This was better, Tessa thought, he saved them both an awkward moment, and she could live on, knowing she’d followed her gut and got exactly what she wanted—fucked.
The old house was solid, but she still heard the front door close and the echo of his bike when he started it up. Tessa wasn’t ready to move, just yet. What she was ready to do was get on with her life. She needed to make a plan and quick. She had months left to finish school before she could leave town for good. She also had a house payment standing over her head and she had lost her job. It didn’t matter how nice and sore her body was or that she had gotten off so many times, she lost count. Today, Creed walking out the door and driving away took her fairy tale right with him. This shit place her life was in, was on her, and she needed to figure it out. Playtime was officially over.
Getting out of bed, Tessa went right for the shower. It never got hot fast, most times she would skip waiting and just take a cold shower, but today, she wanted the warmth, so she stood under the showerhead and shivered until she started to get the first drops of tepid water. It would take the water heater longer to get the water to the temperature she usually liked, and by that time, the thing would be empty. So, she was going to take what she could get and deal.
Taking time to wash her body twice, Tessa even risked the cold water coming back by conditioning her hair. Looking at the cracked, faded tile, Tessa realized how much she hated living in this house. How much she let go because it had been a chance to get to know her brother once again. How she sucked it up and got another job, just to pay for the damn place because she didn’t want him hurt by losing it. Well, that shit stopped now. The first thing Tess was going to do when she got out of the shower was call her brother. She knew damn well he wouldn’t to pick up, but she would leave him a message and tell him she couldn’t do it anymore. Bad on her though, she wasn’t going to leave, she needed to stay until she was done with school and could get a job in her field.
Keeping the utilities paid and food in her stomach was going to be hard enough. She knew she could let the utilities go a little bit but not all the way. Calculating how much cash she had, Tessa realized she would be letting them go a lot and buying Ramen noodles for the next few months. She had lived through worse; there were times when she lived with Maria, they shared a jar of peanut butter for a week, waiting for Maria’s next payday. She could do cheap soup, if she had to, she could even do peanut butter again.
Getting out of the shower Tessa dried off and looked at herself in the mirror. Most mirrors would have fogged up, but not this one, the water never once got hot enough to steam. What she saw didn’t surprise her, she didn’t look any different. She was the same old Tessa, but she felt way different, and she wasn’t quite sure if it was a good thing or a bad one. Rubbing her threadbare towel through her hair, she realized it didn’t matter much. She was who she was, and everyone was shaped by the things they lived through.
Maybe Creed had lived through a bad relationship or had women treat him wrong, putting him on the free and wild path. Yeah, and maybe she was the freaking Easter Bunny. Guys could do a one and done without even a second thought. It was women who had the issue with realizing it hadn’t turned the man into some romance book version of a guy. Tessa just hoped that if he did think of her, it wasn’t in a bad light or worse, not think of her at all once he was on his bike. Being left without a goodbye was bad, but being forgotten that quickly, sucked.
Groaning at her own thoughts, Tessa left the bathroom and went into her room. One good thing, at least she had an en-suite bathroom. Yeah, things were looking up. Going to her dresser, she pulled out some clothes and started putting them on—nothing fancy today, leggings a huge hoodie, and some thick-assed socks. She didn’t have class until the afternoon, and since she only worked at the diner three days a week today being one of her days off. She didn’t need to do anything fancy with herself. She wanted comfort instead hence her choice in clothing. Just thinking about her job at the diner she realized she was going to have to ask her boss for a few more shifts.
Not really ready to face the day, Tessa started to pick up her room a little, throwing the scattered laundry into the hamper and putting away other stuff she found lying on the floor like her chemistry book and med terms note cards. She had meant to study those this weekend. Looking around, Tessa realized she would need to start arranging things she didn’t need or use all that often and putting them in boxes. She had more books and papers than any one person should have. She could never throw a single thing away, always thinking she might need it one day, but she never did. Digging through another pile of clothes on the floor, she found her purse, phone, and Cre
ed’s shirt.
Bringing it up to her nose, Tess inhaled. Damn, it smelled like both of them, his woodsy, musky scent mixed with her light floral scent. The two shouldn’t go together, but they matched perfectly. Folding the shirt, she put it in her dresser. She should probably throw it away or do something more dramatic, but she was keeping it and more than likely, wearing it to bed tonight. Shutting the drawer, Tessa looked around the room again, grabbed her phone, set it in her docking station, tuned in her favorite play mix, and blared it. It didn’t take her long, but she managed to clean most of her room.
Her stomach was growling, and she knew that she had a couple of eggs and some bread. Today was a new day, and she was going to start it out right with a good breakfast. Tomorrow she would start rationing everything, but today she was going to feast, she had earned it. Rough and rowdy sex followed by vigorous cleaning, yep, she’d earned it.
Grabbing her phone, she opted to put her earphones in, having found them in one of the many piles, so she could keep listening to her music. While she was in the mood, she figured she might as well clean the kitchen and do some laundry. Walking down the hall, through the family room, she realized that she needed to add some vacuuming to the list too, the place had dust bunnies on top of dust bunnies. She tried to keep the place up, but the truth was she was never home long enough to do anything but sleep.
When she finally got to the kitchen, she stopped and froze in place. Creed was standing at the coffee pot, fixing a cup of coffee. On the stove was a mess of pans all of which looked like they were filled, and on the table, he’d set out two plates, utensils, and folded paper towels for napkins. There was even a funky vase Tessa had picked up out of someone’s garage sale sitting in the middle with a wilted flower sitting inside. What the hell, maybe she wasn’t as forgettable as she thought.
Creed turned around and smiled at her like it was no big deal that he was standing in her kitchen, cooking breakfast. Tessa didn’t know what do, should she turn around and walk out of the room or should she yell at him and tell him to leave. Then again, had he done anything wrong? No, he was still here. Creed walked over to her and pulled out her earphones. Tessa had forgotten she even had them in, not hearing the music blaring from them once she caught sight of Creed.
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