Chapter Nineteen

“Creed!” Kellum said again.

The man froze for a second, removed his fingers, and then tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth before sliding it on. Rough hands slid beneath his hips and cupped his ass. Scooting to his knees, Creed slid between Kellum’s legs and lifted him with a hard squeeze.

Kellum’s eyes were closed. If he looked, he’d cry. Not from pain or fear, but from love. Sometime over the past year, he’d fallen in love with his big, silent protector.

He slowly lifted his legs and draped them over Creed’s arms before he was finally able to open his eyes. Creed was right there, gazing at him. The man’s hand reached down between them and wrapped around his leaking cock. Kellum came up off the bed at the touch and made a high-pitched sound.

Creed’s smoky blue eyes tracked his reckless thrashing before the man pressed the tip of his sheathed dick at his entrance. Kellum let all the pent-up hunger flood to the surface and he groaned long, low, and deep when Creed pressed in and slowly filled him.

A hand at his nape drew him upward and Creed flipped them over. It surprised Kellum for a moment, but then he settled over Creed, placed his palms on the man’s chest, and continued to push down.

Creed’s abdomen corded when he sat up and Kellum slipped his hands to the man’s shoulders. He liked this position, with Creed sitting up and letting him straddle his lap. Creed’s hands went to his ass and squeezed before gently lifting him up and settling him down. Each time, the big man’s dick went deeper.

Dropping his head to Creed’s shoulder, fingers of one hand lifted and combed through his hair. Kellum took over, using his thigh muscles to rise up and down. When those roaming fingers fisted in his hair, his head was pulled back and Creed’s lips were on his throat.

Kellum gasped.

Clutching at Creed’s shoulders with a tight grip, he hung on when the man’s hips pistoned upward, driving deep. The hand in his hair lifted his face and he was faced with Creed’s searching blue-grey gaze before his mouth was owned. His lips plundered as if Creed was searching for life’s substance and could only find it in his mouth.

Growling was the only word that came to mind when a sound came from Creed’s own throat. He bit at Kellum’s swollen lips and sucked before tangling their tongues. Kellum gasped for breath, panting against his mouth, and Creed took the kiss with a ferocious hunger he’d been craving.

Kellum had stolen his heart and he’d be damned if he’d ever take it back. The man in his arms was the only one who’d ever do so again.

Kellum frantically kissed him, moaning, lifting up and down on his cock. Creed took the man’s own dick in hand and ran his roughened thumb over the swollen tip. Kellum’s movement grew jerky, he yelled and then convulsed, shooting hot seed over his hand and onto his stomach. Creed slowly twisted until Kellum was spent and then he grabbed both ass cheeks and drove up over and over.

“Fuck,” he groaned when Kellum’s ass squeezed him tightly.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Kellum moaned against the shell of his ear, the warm breath ghosting over his skin.

Creed fucking lost it.

He faltered with a few more thrusts and emptied his balls. Clutching Kellum tight, he shuddered, panting open mouthed against the man’s shoulder.

There was no going back from this. Once they took care of Kellum’s problem, they’d have time to date. For now, he was content to let things go at Kellum’s pace.

The man’s hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his back and Creed finally lifted his head. He brushed back the sweat slicked hair from Kellum’s forehead.

With shaking legs, Kellum lifted up and off of Creed and the man tied off the condom and tossed it in the bedside trash. Leaning far over, Creed grabbed his t-shirt and wiped down the front of them both before Kellum found himself tucked beneath the blankets with Creed’s big body wrapped around him from behind.

It was like a dream come true.

It didn’t end there, during the night, he woke Creed by putting the man’s cock in his mouth and wrapping his lips tight until Creed came with several low, growling grunts. While his mouth had been busy, so had his own hand on himself and he shot close to the same time as Creed’s come went down his throat. With hooded eyes, Creed lifted his hand and licked and sucked his fingers clean.

Kellum was wrapped up tight again.

Twice more, they woke each other up during the night and when light came through the window, Kellum wondered how the hell he was going to walk.

He snickered and Creed slowly blinked open his eyes. The man’s big hand slid gently up his bare back. “What’s got you laughing this early?”

“I’m so sore,” Kellum chuckled with a groan.

Creed waggled his eyebrows and aimed a kiss at his lips, but Kellum dodged him with a laugh.

“Oh, no you don’t.” He rolled from the bed, his limbs protesting, his ass raw, and gave a teasing glare with his hands on his hips.

Creed’s swiping hand fell to the mattress. “Damn, almost caught you.”

“You’ve got to be faster than that.” Kellum’s chin tipped up and the smile reached his eyes, he could feel it.

“Duly noted,” Creed rasped, his eyes running down his naked body.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Kellum scolded. “I’m showering first.”

“Damn…thwarted again,” Creed scowled, but his lips were curved.

Kellum grinned all the way to the bathroom.

Breakfast was a busy affair with Creed cooking and the kids being noisy. Kellum sat at the bar and sipped on creamer filled coffee as Creed finished and plated the food.

“Can I have extra bacon, Uncle Creed?” Aaron asked, pointing to his plate.

Kellum saw Creed’s throat move in a hard swallow and then the man smiled. “You sure can, buddy.” Aaron beamed and went to town on the extra helping of everything Creed put on his plate. They ate in silence except for Dylan making airplane noises with his piece of sausage.

“We need to get going,” Creed finally said.

“Mhmm,” Kellum sighed and finished up his last bite before getting Dylan out of the highchair that had miraculously appeared as if by magic.

With the kitchen cleaned and the boys ready, they left by way of the garage because it was closest to Creed’s truck.

Their phones pinged simultaneously with a text from their boss.

The big man was silent after reading the mass text that Ace had sent that morning basically detailing a tentative plan.

Creed had been white-knuckling the steering wheel ever since pulling out of the driveway.

“I don’t like it,” Creed growled beneath his breath for the tenth time during the drive to the office.

Kellum threw a glance in the backseat to make sure Aaron and Dylan were engrossed in a movie on the iPad.

“We’ll go over it after we get to headquarters,” Kellum hissed, returning Creed’s glare with one of his own.

“Sorry,” the man muttered and drove through the Pegasus gates and parked the truck.

Before Kellum could get his seatbelt unbuckled, Creed was lifting Dylan from his car seat and grabbing a suitcase with his free hand before striding toward the back door of the building. Kellum sighed and got out to help Aaron with the rest of their things.

“What does Uncle Creed not like?” Aaron said.

“It’s no big deal.” Kellum ruffled Aaron’s hair and guided him through the door Creed was holding open.

Kellum wanted to do Ace’s plan.

Because as much as he loved Creed’s protectiveness, he needed to be treated as an equal. Bottom line, this wasn’t the bedroom, this was his job and Creed needed to quit with the overbearing attitude.

Because if he didn’t?

Kellum was going to punch the guy.