by Erin Trejo
“I’m sure.” That’s all he needed to hear from me. Creed slides into me so slowly but filling.
He feels amazing inside of me. Amazing!
“Creed. God, I missed you so much.” On the verge of tears, I raise my hips pleading silently with him to take me deeper. Creed knows what I want, and he gives it to me.
Rocking his hips into me, he touches every piece of me. Grinding his hips against me, my clit throbs for more.
“Fuck, darlin’. You are so fuckin’ soft.” His teeth nip my earlobe, and my body ignites in a new fire. One I haven’t felt before.
His thrusts become more and more forced slamming deeper into me. I never knew a man could get that deep but Creed is doing just that.
I dig my nails into his back encouraging him to keep going which he does. Our sweaty bodies are now connected in a way that makes me want to never let go of him. Something snaps inside of me, and I want him more than anything in the world.
“Oh God, Creed.” Whining before his teeth graze down my neck, I lose it. My body hums with excitement.
“You wanna come, sweetheart? You want me to fuckin’ fill you up?” His growls send my body into overdrive. Shoving my hips up I meet his thrusts. We grind against each other in such a perfect rhythm.
“Yes! Creed please.” I beg him shamelessly. I want him to fill me with everything he’s been holding out from me these last five years.
The harder the thrusts come, the closer I feel myself coming to the edge. My body shakes as I feel his dick swelling inside of me. God, he feels beyond miraculous.
“Do it, Jada. Fuckin’ come all over my fuckin’ dick.” The way he growls against my neck, I lose it. I come in a series of convulsions, my body locking up around him.
“Fuck!” Creed growls as he fills me full of his seed. Bucking his hips roughly he doesn’t stop either. I can feel him exploding, shooting every last drop deep inside of me.
His lips softly caress my neck moving their way up to my mouth. The gentle kisses are mind-blowing, and I want so much more.
“I’ve missed you so much.” His words touch my heart. He doesn’t know how many nights I spent lying in bed, awake thinking about him. How many times his face drifted into my dreams.
“I missed you too. More than you know.” Creed pulls out of me rolling onto his side before pulling me against him.
“What happened to you?” My finger traces the marks on his skin. I remember Cherry saying something about him being shot.
“I got shot when we went on a run. It’s nothin’.” Leaning closer, I kiss the mark that will definitely leave a scar there. His body quivers.
“Oh, it’s something. Are you ok?” I ask. Creed’s lips plant a kiss on my forehead before he speaks again, his arms pulling me closer.
“I thought about you a lot. I knew what I did was fuckin’ wrong. I should have never left you.” I can hear the regret in his voice. I don’t want to look up and see the look on his face—it would kill me.
“I get it, Creed. I know why you left. It was the same reason I left.” With a sigh, Creed’s lips come down on my head again. This feels so right, but the fact of the matter remains. Kenny will come looking for me. Lying with my head on his chest, I doze off.
Waking up next to Creed is like a dream. His warmth floods me. I never knew waking up next to someone you actually cared about could be so exhilarating. I feel a new strength flowing through me.
“Mornin’ beautiful.” Creed’s sleepy voice is so rough and gravely. God, I love that sound.
“Morning.” I smile up at his handsome face. Reaching up I run my hand through the softness of his hair.
“You like it grown out?” Giving it a little tug, he laughs.
“Take that as a yes.” Leaning up I brush my lips across his. His soft groans are heating me from the inside out.
“I don't know why they brought me here, Creed. I know it will cause a war if they find out.”
Shaking his head, he looks down at me.
“My boys are careful, darlin’. The chances are low that anyone saw them movin’ you.” A slight relief washes over me until I think of Ginger, the girl I was out with. She was new, and I was supposed to keep an eye on her until Kenny decided to drug me up again.
“The girl I was with. Is she ok?” Creed’s lips touch my forehead in a gentle kiss before he speaks.
“She was with a john. We left her alone. I need to ask you, though. Why the fuck is he pumpin’ you full of this shit?” His hand runs a line down my back and then back up causing bumps to form along that line.
“I don't know, honestly. I was drunk the first time when he did it. Last night he just had one the guys hold me down before he shoved that needle in my arm.” I can feel Creed vibrate with anger beneath me. There's a new rage burning in him, and I know it.
“He won't touch you again. I'll make that motherfucker pay for every little thing he did to you, sweetheart.” I can feel it deep within me. I know that he means what he said.
“I can't stay here. I don't belong here.” I state the obvious. I don't want to go back to Kenny, but I have nowhere else to go.
Creed wiggles out from under me before standing up, his magnificent ass for me to admire. I take in the view as he runs his hand through his hair. This man is good-looking, way beyond words.
“Do you think I'm so fuckin’ cold that I would send you back to that?” His words surprise me. I didn't think about that, though.
“I didn't say that, Creed.” I sit up shifting against the headboard.
“You pretty much did. Fuck Jada! You aren't leavin’ this clubhouse, and you'll be damn fuckin’ lucky if I let you leave this room!” The growl rips from his throat like a crazed animal. My heart skips a beat, but I know this isn't just his decision.
“As perfect as that sounds right now I know it isn't up to you, Creed. I don't know why I was even kidnapped and brought here!” My nerves have been worked and thinking about it pisses me off. As glad as I am that they took me from being hurt I was kidnapped and brought here without my knowledge.
“Kidnapped? Are you fuckin’ with me right now? If my boys didn't pick you up, you'd probably be dead somewhere!” Rage sizzles in his dark eyes. I can see it on the verge of an explosion. He has changed so much from the Creed I knew.
“How the hell do I know your boys didn't do something to me?” Ok, now I'm pissed. I stand up from the bed, completely forgetting about being naked.
Creed’s eyes travel my body making me shiver from his looks alone.
“You think one of my boys would touch you? We aren't them! You got us fucked up sweetheart. He did you a Goddamn favor!” Creed grabs a pair of sweatpants out of the dresser and pulls them on quickly before putting his boots on.
“Where are you going?” Creed cuts his eyes at me before he storms from the room. Looking around I grab his T-shirt pulling it over my head and wonder if I should go look for him. I debate it with myself, but maybe he needs to cool off. This new Creed is strange to me. The old Creed would never have talked to me like that, but then I wasn’t fucking the old Creed.
Deciding I am done sitting here—I head out into the hallway. The clubhouse is quiet except for a few random girls roaming around. Once I get into the main room, I look around but don't see Creed anywhere.
“Your man is in the weight room.” An older man speaks behind me. I turn around and notice the president patch.
“He's not my man.” Looking down I don't make eye contact he must notice, but that's how it was over there with Shadows.
“We aren't them darlin’. You can relax a little while your here. Weight rooms down the hall on the left.” As fast as he appeared, he was gone. Something was oddly familiar about that man, but I can't place it.
I walk down the dark hallway surprised at how nice this place is compared to the Shadows.
I hear noises from the last room. Pushing the door open I find Creed beating the shit out of a punching bag with sweat glistening on his skin.
; He glances over but turns back to his bag ignoring me. Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around his sweaty waist reveling in the feel of his muscles beneath my hands.
“I'm sorry Creed.” I brush my lips over his muscled back amazed at the feelings it gives me.
Creed drops his head but doesn’t speak.
“I believe you Creed.” His hands come to rest on mine before he drags me around in front of him.
“You just don't understand, Jada. I have put my life in danger so many fuckin’ times in the last five years. All I wanted was a fuckin’ way out, a way to erase you and Jason from my mind. But nothin’ fuckin’ worked. Then you walked that pretty little ass of yours into my club and my world stopped. You fuckin’ broke everything in me, Jada. I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do anymore.” The look in his eyes pulls at my heart. He's a beautiful mess but what happens next.
“I never wanted to lose you, Creed.”
I can see the storm raging in his eyes as he tries to hash out his new reality, hell I feel it within myself.
Chapter 11
Creed
I had to work out some stress after having Jada here so Sharp let me take on a local run. I was thankful for the run, but I hated leaving Jada alone. I know Tank has an eye on her but the Angel chasers are coming in tonight and that’s some bullshit I don’t need.
I just finished up the run, and I’m heading back to the club when I hear engines revving up behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see a few bikes behind me and try to make out their cuts. Oh fuck, it’s the Shadows.
Pulling over isn’t a fucking option when it’s one against seven. I slide out my cell phone with one hand and control my bike with the other. Hitting the speed dial to Sharp, I wait for him to pick up.
“Where you at motherfucker?” I can hear the music in the background, and I know the party is underway.
“Got company.” Watching in my mirrors, I see they are still on me. This shit could be bad.
“FUCK! Where you at? How many?” I can hear him silencing the people in the background before I give him the info.
“About seven. Out on the 23-headed home.”
“On our way.” The line goes dead but I know I’m only about fifteen minutes out from the clubhouse still. It will take them a while to get to me.
I track the assholes behind me as I accelerate my bike. The only thing on my mind is getting back to Jada. I don’t know what the fuck my life is supposed to be or how she plays into it but I sure as hell want to find out.
With my mind in another world, I hear shots going off behind me. FUCK! These motherfuckers are shooting at me.
“Bastards,” I grumble to myself when I see my boys coming dead ahead. Sharp waves me to go on, but there is no way in hell that I’m letting that shit ride.
I drive past when I hear more shots before I slide my bike around. Heading back toward the sounds, I find my boys all off their bikes now circling the Shadows.
I pull up and park next to them before hopping off my bike to join them.
“Thought you headed out?” Sharp gives me a crooked grin, but I just shrug. He knew I wasn’t going home without my boys.
“You wanna tell me why the fuck you’re followin’ me and shootin’ at my bike?” I ask. Moving in closer, I recognize one of the pigs. We had a run in with him a while back.
“We think you got somethin’ that belongs to us.” One of the other guys speaks up now. My heart starts pumping harder now. I know he’s talking about Jada.
“I don’t think we have shit that is yours,” I growl taking a step forward when Sharp steps next to me.
“I agree with my boy. We don’t run any of your shit through our club. You should be flattered that I haven’t shot you dead on the spot for crossin’ territory.” The Shadows look to one another. They knew they fucked up and now it’s time to redeem that.
“We heard one of your boys picked up one of our girls. You say you don’t have her, well, then we’ll be goin’.” Smart motherfucker right there. I love watching these little bitches squirm under our glares.
“Not so fast there, pretty boy. You shot at my boy here, and I don’t think he liked that too much. Did you like that, Creed?” Sharp turns to me making me smile. Shaking my head, I look at the leader of the group or at least the loser they put in charge of coming after me.
“No Pres. I didn’t like it much. I think a few fire offs should make me happy, though.” Pointing my gun at the little prick in the front, I almost piss myself laughing when he shakes.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Flipping my gun in my hand, I bring the butt of it down across his face. So much for being the pretty boy.
“I don’t believe we asked you.” Sharp sounds off next to me as the other guys laugh and chuckle to themselves.
“Take pretty boy’s bike out.” Sharp points over the punk’s shoulder toward the bikes. Now, this I will enjoy.
I fire off a shot straight through his gas tank igniting that shit. In a big boom, the bike explodes into a million pieces. I watch the pieces fall to the ground. It gives me a bit of satisfaction to watch that bike blow.
“You feel better, Creed or you want to shoot somethin’ else.” Sharp laughs as the eyes of the Shadow’s widen. Yeah, we have them a little on edge now.
“I don’t know Pres. I mean, the motherfuckers did try to blow my fuckin’ head clean off.” Sharp looks down at the pretty boy before he waves Tank forward.
“Hold his hand out. Let’s make sure he doesn’t try to shoot at any more of our boys.” The Shadow’s all panic now. The guys move in closer. We have the number on them now, and they know we won’t play games.
Tank smiles as he grabs pretty boy’s hand pulling it out in front of him, holding it to the ground.
“Don’t miss brother.” Tank chuckles as he looks up at me. If there was one thing I was superior at, it’s shooting. I have never missed a target.
“Oh, I got this.” Firing my gun off pretty boy screams like a little girl. The sounds make me laugh hard.
“You tell your Pres. That he better stop sendin’ you little bitches after my boys or we will rain a shit parade down on you.” Sharp spits at them before heading back toward his bike where we all follow.
“You good?” He looks over at me before I nod and hop back on my bike.
Revving the engines, we all file out behind Sharp and make our way back to the clubhouse.
I enjoy the short drive back before pulling in and seeing all the bikes and cars there. The cool night makes it that much better to ride. I’ve always enjoyed the night rides more than any other. I like the dark I guess.
Parking the bikes, we all climb off before I grab the bag I was initially set out to get, throwing it over my shoulder.
“You got that?” Walking toward the door, I nod at Sharp.
“Meet me in the office.” I nod and follow suit through the door.
As soon as I walk, I see the place is lit up like a fucking dance club. Hell, this is going to be one hell of a night.
I follow Sharp up the stairs to the office not even looking for Jada. I didn’t see her when I walked in—maybe she stayed in the room.
I drop the bag on Sharp’s desk and watch as he unzips it.
“You did good back there. I’m proud of you. Go on and have some fun but at church on Sunday, we discuss the girl.” I nod my head before I turn and leave the office. I don’t know what he wants to discuss about her, but I don’t have a very good fucking feeling about it either.
Walking back down the stairs my eyes catch on Jada. A new fire burns through my body when I see Timmy’s hands on her hips. Oh, this is going to be one hell of a night.
Jada
Everyone left in a big fucking hurry earlier, and I had no clue why. Jenny, one of the girls here said there was an emergency, but that’s all I heard.
Creed went on a run earlier but hasn’t come back yet. I’ve been hanging out with Jenny and a few other girls, just having a good time. Jenny
doesn’t seem to like me a whole lot, but I don’t let that dampen my fun.
“You ladies wanna dance?” Timmy one of the guys I met earlier comes over to me and Jenny. Of course, she jumps at the chance, but I’m a little unsure.
“It’s just a dance sweetheart.” After I see him wrap his arm around Jenny, I figure what the hell. He’s right—it is just a dance.
“Alright.” I climb up and follow him out on the dance floor and start to dance. It feels good to let loose and relax. I haven’t had this feeling in a long time.
The music is blasting, and I’m a little tipsy but still in control. My body buzzes as I sway to the music. Timmy puts his hands on my hips, and we just dance. I don’t pay attention to where Jenny went, but then again, I don’t really give a shit. She was a little rude anyway.
“You havin’ fun darlin’?” Timmy leans in closer to me whispering in my ear. A slight discomfort forms in the pit of my stomach. I don’t want him getting the wrong idea.
“I am.” I pull away slightly, he doesn’t try to hold me, and I’m grateful for that. We dance some more when I hear a commotion behind us. Timmy pulls away quickly, and before I can spin around to see what’s going on, Creed has his hands wrapped around my shoulders.
“What the fuck you think you're doin’?” He shakes me slightly making me startle. What the hell did I do? This reminds me too much of Kenny.
I try to pull away from his grasp, but his hold is too strong.
“I didn’t do anything. Creed, you’re hurting me.” His hands tighten almost of their own accord while his eyes glue me in place.
“You lettin’ my brother’s grind all over you, and that’s nothin’ huh?” Shaking me again, I can feel everyone’s stares. I know all eyes are on us now.
“I didn’t do anything but dance.” Creed looks like he’s about to fucking explode at any second. Jenny walks over putting her hand on his arm causing something to stir within me. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I jealous?
“She didn’t do anything, hon. We were all dancing together.” Creed looks at me with a hard glare before he looks over at Jenny.
