11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

I awaken, hot and sweaty, pinned to the bed by a bulky body. I rub my eyes, trying to overcome the disoriented sensations I feel as my brain fog caused by sleep dissipates. My throat is dry as the desert. I shift to move out from under Seth’s arm and his leg that’s slung over mine.

He only curls his arm tighter around my waist and flicks his thumb across my nipple. His erection pokes me in the rear as he murmurs, “quit squirming.”

“Um,” I whisper. “Can you give me some space?”

“Comfortable,” he speaks softly in this sweet sleepy tone I’m not used to him using.

How can I deny him when he’s being like this? It’s been years, and he still knows how to charm my panties off. I’m not mad about it, though. I could have worse prospects. I’m mentally drained after the night or day I had. I don’t even know what time it is. “Shit,” I hiss, shoving him back. “I need to get ready for work.”

“You’re not going to work.”

“I can’t just not show up. ”

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Whoever is after you is going to know by now that their guy failed. Where do you think they are going to look for you first or second?”

“I need to warn Tonya.”

“Ghoul will worry about Tonya.”

“If trouble lands on her door because of me…”

“She’s in a safe place. Her and her kid.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I got up to take a leak and filled him in. You don’t have to worry, but if you’re going to call in, use my burner.” He reaches over the edge of the bed and grabs a cellphone from one of the pockets of his jeans.

I put in a call to work and leave a message for Carl saying that I’m sick and need to take my sick days. It’s the best I can do right now. Seth takes possession of his cell phone back and hooks his arm back around me, pressing his lips to the back of my neck. His hand resumes the position of cupping my breast.

“I’m not having sex with you,” I warn.

“We’ll see about that.” I can feel his lips curving into a smile against my skin as he slides his hand down my belly and inside my sweatpants.

“Stop it.” I grab his hand and try to prevent him from going any lower.

“Give me one good reason.”

“I don’t know. Because someone out there wants to kill me. ”

“We don’t know that they want you dead.”

“Geez, that’s so reassuring. Thank you. Now excuse me while I take my panties off.”

“Okay.”

“Ugh.” I move to slide out from under his hold, but he won’t let me go. “You’re annoying.”

“Sometime but currently, I want to fuck you.”

“Oh my God.”

“No, but if that’s what you want to call me, I’m not going to correct you.”

“I hate you.”

He shoves his hand into my underwear and touches me between my legs. “Survey says that’s a lie.”

“Would you stop?”

“Nope.” He rolls over top of me, gazing down at me all cocky. “My soul has been burning for yours for ten years, hellcat. I’m not letting you get away a third time.” He angles his head as his lips descend on mine, and I’m powerless to stop him. I don’t want to. He starts out soft and slow, kissing me, closed mouthed. I surrender to him, to the passion his touch fuels inside me.

I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t dreamed of this. Of him a million times, wondering if it’d be just as good. It’s even better. I’m more experienced and so is he. Creed takes his time, kissing me deep with lots of tongue. His hands are on me, yanking at my clothes and at the moment I’m very appreciative of the fact that he slept with only his boxer briefs, allowing me access to all of him with nothing to get in my way of exploring his muscular form. I don’t think there’s ever been a more beautiful man than Seth Creed.

Our bodies meld and move together as we taste and rediscover one another. Everything going on, all the noise in the back of mind, it all fades to black. All that exists is this moment between us. As though time itself has stopped.

Memories of what we once were are being replaced by what we are now and thoughts of what we can be if given the chance, and I want it. I want it all. I want him and the life that was promised. This cocky biker that kisses me like nobody’s business.

That touches my body in all the right spots.

This man that was made to love me and only me.

I know it deep in my heart of hearts that he’s mine and deep down I’ve always been his.

We fit like two pieces of one whole being.

“You gonna let me get a taste?” He moves down my body, lifting my hips to slip my underwear down my legs.

Oh yeah. He can have any part of me he wants as long as he keeps his mouth and hands on me.

There’s never been anything or anyone better than this. Better than him.

Pushing my knees apart, he goes right for what he wants. He’s all fingers and tongue, working my pussy overtime. No one knows or can do me better .

“Fuck me, hellcat. Better than I remember.” He delves his tongue inside me while circling my clit with his fingers. I pinch my nipples as my hips and back arch up off the mattress, doing my best not to cry out.

Creed shoves his fingers in my mouth, giving me a taste of how wet and turned on I am for him. The act is intimate and erotic, making me want his cock in my mouth instead. I moan around his fingers like I would if I were sucking him off.

“Need inside you, Lottie.” He reaches over into the nightstand for a condom. I watch excitedly as he rips the foil wrapper open with his teeth. As soon as he gets it on, he’s lining up with my slick entrance and with one harsh thrust, he’s rooted inside me to the damn hilt. His darkened green eyes meet mine and then the moment is ruined by a knock at his door.

“Yo, Creed. You in there?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

“Come back in ten minutes,” he groans.

“You can fuck her later. We’ve got church.”

“Fuck.” He presses his lips to my throat.

“Church? Now hardly seems like the time to pray.”

He chuckles. “Means Prez has called a meeting. And it’s disrespectful to make him wait.”

“And what about me? You’re just going to leave me here to finish myself off? ”

“When Prez kills me, just remember I gave you a great orgasm,” he tells me before claiming my lips to finish what he started.

“Let me on top and I promise your punishment will be well worth your reward,” I promise. He rolls us over and I straddle his hips, bouncing my ass against his thighs as I grind down on his cock, wanting nothing more than to get him off. “Are you clean?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Good.” I ease off him and remove the condom. “Because we’ll both come a lot faster now.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Not today, at least.” I circle my hips, spelling out our names. “Not yet.”

“I’m about to come, baby.” He slaps my ass and gives my left cheek a good squeeze. I wrap my hand around his throat, nearly choking the life out of him as we both get off.

His warmth sticks to my inner thighs as I ride the last waves of pleasure. My body does a shudder and I fall forward, pressing my chest to his with him still inside me.

“Fuck.” He hugs me tight and presses his lips to my shoulder. “I’ve gotta go. I won’t be long.”

“I’ll be around. Maybe.” I smirk, sated as a cat who got to lick the cream.

Creed left me alone to go to his meeting or whatever. I’m not brave enough to leave the privacy his room affords me. I don’t know anyone here or how receptive they will be with the trouble I’ve likely brought to their door.

I shiver at the memory of seeing that guy dead on my bathroom floor. It was a freak accident. Even if he was trespassing, I don’t think the dude deserved to die, unless he was there to hurt me or, worse, take my life. Then, in that case, I’d call what he got karma. Why was he there in the first place and what does all of this have to do with Cade? The more I think about the whole situation, the more pissed off I get.

I dig around in the bag I packed until I find my cell phone. My battery needs to charge. I nose around Creed’s room, looking for a charging cord and block. The drawer of his nightstand practically explodes with condoms when I open it. The sight shouldn’t irritate me, but it does. How many women has he brought back to this room to fuck? Is he having that much sex that he warrants having a hundred rubbers next to his bed? Suddenly, our heated moment of passion seems weak and cheap. I am afraid of what else I will find if I poke around in his dresser. For all I know, he’s got a whole stash of sex toys or something.

I can’t sit here and do nothing. I use his bathroom to wash up and change my clothes. I half expect the door to be locked from the outside when I go to exit his room, but it’s open and no one is guarding it to keep me from leaving.

I find my way to the bar area where a guy with a blue mohawk is behind the bar. I faintly remember seeing him at my apartment. I don’t know if it would be weird to thank him for helping dispose of the body in my apartment and cleaning up the evidence. I’m sure there’s a don’t ask, don’t tell code that applies to the situation. I don’t want him to think I’m unappreciative. I know he took a risk, and he doesn’t know me.

“You look like you could use a coffee.” Another prospect by the name of Asphalt with gorgeous olive skin and green eyes that could rival Creed’s hands me a mug. “This will cure anything. Trust me.”

I take a cautious sip, surprised at how good it tastes. “Mmm. That’s delicious. Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“So, this is the one Creed’s been pinning after,” one of the women I noticed here the other night says.

“Excuse me?”

The dude with the Mohawk coughs and makes a cut it out motion with his hand slicing across his throat .

“I thought you were married with a baby.” She tucks her pink hair behind her ear and leans across the bar to steal some strawberries.

“Ignore Kitty. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Asphalt says with a smile, but I can tell he doesn’t quite believe his own words.

“You thought I was who?” I press.

She shrugs, having read the room. “Nothing.”

“Right. Can one of you tell Creed I need my keys and I need to borrow this?” I go straight for the phone charger behind the bar. I don’t wait for any of them to argue. I take my coffee with me back to his room because I’m not wasting good coffee.

I plug in my phone and gather my belongings. I will text Cade and sort this out, and Creed can be hung up on some married chick all he wants. I don’t do second place. Not anymore. He did that to me one too many times when we were secretly hooking up. I’m not that timid girl who will lap up whatever attention he deems fit to give me. I won’t compete for his affection.

Fuck that.

If he wants further payment for helping me out, then he can bill me.

I grab my phone and see if it has enough juice to turn on. While I wait for my screen to boot up, I snoop even though I know I shouldn’t .

There’s a laptop on top of the dresser and I hope it has charge.

I take it to the bed with me and sip on my coffee. Before I go, I’ll have to ask Asphalt what he does to make his brew this tasty. The computer wants a pin number. I try his birth date and its invalid. I don’t think it would be his father’s, but I give it a test anyway. Nope. Hmm. I’m desperate and delusional but enter my own and voila. I sit stunned that it actually unlocked the screen.

I don’t understand men at all.

AT ALL.

I open the browser to check my social media and his account pops right up and logged in. A good person would log out or go to an incognito window, except I’m a glutton for punishment and wonder how many women he talks to. I know whatever I find will result in me hurting my own feelings. Yet I can’t look away. He’s not messaged with anyone in months, and he only has one new notification, which means maybe he doesn’t use the profile often. I’m aware this is a such a breach in trust and invasion of privacy and if I asked, he’d probably tell me to go for it. He’s never lied to me about other women. That doesn’t make the sting burn any less.

I click on his profile. He doesn’t post much. A few pictures of his motorcycle. Selling bike parts. Normal biker guy stuff. But it’s the person who likes all his posts that catches my attention. Her name is Ember, and she resembles me too closely for comfort. Dark hair. Blue eyes. She’s gorgeous. I click her profile and my heart stops. He commented on her last photo. ‘Happy looks good on you, beautiful.’ He called her beautiful like he does me. It shouldn’t cut me this deep, but the blade is piercing my heart. Tears form and I bite my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

She’s holding a baby and wears a wedding ring.

“So this is the one Creed’s been pinning after?”

“I thought you were married with a baby.”

I click see all comments to see if she replied to him. She only hearted it.

I don’t know what to think. I mean, I expected that there might be someone and know he’s no choir boy. But a married woman with a child? Is the baby his? Does he love her?

I swipe a stray tear from my cheek when Creed barges into his room. “Heard you were asking for your keys.” He stops at the end of the bed. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing. I just want to go home.”

“Beautiful, you know that’s not going to happen.”

I slam his computer shut. “Don’t call me that,” I snap.

“Okay. I’ve clearly missed something, so why don’t you dial your tone back and tell me what the fuck has you ready to rip my throat out?”

“Fuck you. Give me my keys. ”

“Not happening. I prefer you here in my bed, all in one piece, all sexy, even if you’re pissed off at me for whatever reason.”

“Don’t. You can’t charm your way out of this.”

“All right. Talk to me.” He sits at the foot of the bed, pulling my feet into his lap. I scooch back against the headboard, away from his touch. “What the fuck, Lottie? An hour ago, you were begging me to fuck you and now I can’t touch you?”

He goes for his computer, and I jump up off the bed. He changes targets and gets hold of me, tugging me back down on the bed.

I elbow him in the ribs and debate head-butting him with the back of my head, but I don’t want to hurt him. I only want him to let me go.

“You can try to run from me, Lottie, but I’ll always catch you. I’ll always find you. I love you and nothing you do or say is going to change that or stop me from proving it. No matter what it takes. So you can fight me. Bite me. Punch me. I don’t care. I’m going to keep coming at you until you submit, because we both know that despite whatever this tantrum is, you love me, too.”