Page 16 of Creed (Satan’s Fury MC- Little Rock #6)

CREED

I hadn’t planned for this to happen.

I won’t lie. I was hopeful.

Hell, any man would be. But more than anything, I just wanted to see her and spend time with her. I wanted to know if there was still a connection.

I thought I’d felt it at the coffee shop, but I feared it was just wishful thinking. But the second she stepped through my front door, and I saw the way she looked at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, I had my answer.

It was still there. I felt it in my bones, and when her lips touched mine, I knew she felt it, too.

I slid one hand into her hair while the other gripped her hip like I’d lose her if I let go.

She kissed me back like she’d been waiting for this moment just as long as I had.

Her fingers fisted in my shirt as she moved closer, deeper, until I couldn’t tell where she ended and I started.

This wasn’t just any kiss. It was hope and desire tangled with lust and need, and with every whimper and moan, my longing for her grew more intense. Hell, it was all I could do to keep myself from taking her right there in the doorway.

Devin’s lips opened in a small gasp, giving me even better access to her mouth, and I delved deeper, letting all the passion I’d been holding back come pouring out. She kissed me like she wanted to rewrite history. She moaned into my mouth as I reached down, grabbed her ass, and pulled her closer.

I felt a slight smile play on her lips as she inched closer, clearly enjoying my growing arousal.

My cock throbbed against the fabric between us, aching to be buried inside her.

I was barely holding on. Hell, that wanton look in her eyes nearly did me in.

I had to fight the urge to come right then and there.

I reached under her skirt and trailed my fingers along her bare thigh up to her center. I smirked as I eased her panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside her. A wave of gratification washed over me when I found her soaking wet. There was no doubt that she was just as aroused as I was.

She rested her hands on my shoulders, bracing herself as she waited for me to make her come.

I didn't—at least, not yet.

Disappointment marked her face when I removed my hand and stepped away from her. Her eyes were trained on mine as I asked, “You sure about this?”

“No, but I want this. I’ve wanted it for longer than I care to admit.”

I didn't say a word.

I simply reached down and took her hand in mine, leading her to the bedroom. Once we were at the foot of the bed, she stepped up to me and wound her arms around my neck. “There’s so much that needs to be said.”

“And it will be said. All of it, but for now, let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”

My mouth dropped to hers once again, and her breath caught as I reached the dip between her neck and collarbone. She reached up and gripped my hair, pulling me closer, and I could feel her heart hammering in her chest.

Fuck. I burned for this woman, and with every touch, she stoked the fucking fire. She shifted her hips forward, grinding herself against my growing erection. “It’s been too long, Dev.”

“Yes, it has.” I could hear the desire in her voice as she added, “Don’t make us wait any longer…”

I didn’t just want her. I needed her like a man needed air. And the second she called out my name, I knew I was a goner all over again. Eager for more, I reached down and grabbed my T-shirt, and a sexy smirk crept across her lips as I lifted it over my head and tossed it to the floor.

Her pupils grew wide as her gaze burned across my muscular chest and various tattoos.

If the expression on her face was any indication, she liked what she saw.

Devin slowly slipped off her red tank top and then her denim skirt.

She looked absolutely stunning as she stood there in only a white lace bra and panties.

Her eyes remained fixed on mine as she eased her panties down her hips, then let them drop to the floor. After she did the same with her bra, I took a step forward and guided her down to the bed. “My God. You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”

I lowered my hand between her legs, then slid my fingers across her warm, wet, sensitive flesh. With my other hand, I cupped her breast, brushing the pad of my thumb over her hard nipple. I nipped and sucked along the curve of her neck as I started to tease her clit.

I began trailing kisses along her collarbone, then slowly made my way down her stomach and settled between her thighs. “I’ve waited too damn long to taste you again.”

Her fingers wound into the sheets, twisting them in her hands, as I raked my tongue firmly across her clit. I never took my eyes off hers as I continued to tease her with my mouth. I relentlessly licked and sucked, back and forth, relishing the way her body reacted to my every touch.

Feeling the warmth of her naked body against me had my need for her building, burning deep inside my gut.

Fuck. My hands slid under her ass, pulling her closer to my mouth.

Then, her fingers dug into my hair, and she arched her back off the bed as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her sensitive flesh.

She was close to the edge. I could see it in that familiar blush as it spread across her chest and the way her eyes were clamped shut.

I could hear it in the way she whimpered and moaned.

My touch was rough, possessive, and layered with years of longing and regret.

I brushed my fingertip up and down her center before slipping a finger inside and kneading her clit with my thumb.

“Did he touch you like this?”

She shook her head and moaned as she rode my fingers, and by the sound of her rapid breaths, I knew she was on the edge. “Did he know how you liked it? Did he know how you liked to be fucked?”

I moved my mouth to her clit, nipping and sucking relentlessly as my fingers continued their torturous rhythm.

“Oh, God! Jameson!” she cried out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Twisting her fingers in my hair, she succumbed to her release. She continued to chant curses as she fell into the haze of her release.

Her body grew limp, but I wasn’t done with her yet— not even close.

I stood and started unbuckling my jeans, and that sinful look in her eyes returned. Her breath quickened as I pulled out my throbbing cock and began stroking it.

She ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and that was it.

I was done.

I reached into the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom, quickly rolling it on.

I sat down the edge of the bed, and she leaned up and eased over to me, straddling her knees on each side.

She reached down between us and took me in her hand.

She wrapped her fingers tightly around my hard, thick shaft and began stroking me, which had me instantly on edge.

“What about her ?” Devin’s brows narrowed. “Does she touch you like I do?”

“There is no her , babe. Never been anyone who could compare to you.”

A slight hiss slipped through my lips as her fingers found their way to the base of my cock and guided me to her entrance. Our eyes met as she lowered herself, taking me in inch by inch until I filled her completely.

Even after all these years, she got to me in a way that no woman ever had. She wasn’t just in my arms. She was under my skin, in my veins, in every breath. And if I had my way, she would stay there for good this time.

Her caresses were long and firm as she stroked back and forth along my hard, thick shaft, making it damn near impossible not to come right then and there. I wouldn’t let that happen, though. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I tossed her sexy little body onto the mattress.

She inched back, and as I looked down at her gorgeous, naked body sprawled across the sheets, I couldn’t imagine a more stunning sight. Every fiber of my being ached for her. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”

“Please, Jameson.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, I slammed deep inside.

A rush of air hissed through her teeth as I withdrew and drove into her again and again.

I’d imagined the moment many times over the past few days, each time more detailed than the last, but never had I dreamed it would feel so fucking good.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good... even better than I remembered,” I growled and started thrusting harder and deeper with every drive, building up to a relentless pace. This wasn’t just sex. I was reclaiming what I’d lost, and this time, I wasn’t letting go.

I wanted to see her orgasm take hold, to watch her body grow rigid as she found her release and screamed out my name.

Her head reared back, and her moans filled the room.

That was it.

That was exactly what I fucking wanted to hear. She dug her nails into my lower back as her hips bucked against mine, meeting my every thrust with more force and more intensity. I could feel the pressure building, causing a growl from my chest.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she tightened around me.

I withdrew, just long enough to drop my hands to her hips, lift and roll her over. She got to her knees and arched her back, waiting for me to drive into her once again. I took a fist full of hair and gave it a firm tug as I slammed into her over and over again, taking her to the brink.

She panted wildly, and she clamped down around me when I tried to increase my pace. I knew she was close, unable to stop the inevitable torment of her building release. I slipped my hand around her hip and raked my thumb across her clit, and that’s all it took.

The muscles in her body grew taut as her orgasm took hold.

I continued to drive into her, the sounds of my body pounding against hers and echoing throughout the room until I finally came inside her.

I was still trying to catch my breath when I tossed the condom in the trash and laid down next to her.

I rolled to my side, pulling her over to me, and the room stilled as she nestled up next to me. We both lay there, staring up at the ceiling in a haze, and I’d barely had a chance to catch my breath when Dev looked up at me with a mischievous smile. “Just like old times.”

“Yeah, even better. And just so you know, I hadn’t planned on this happening.”

“You don’t really expect me to believe that do you?”

“Hell yeah, I expect you to believe it. I was really trying here. I had a whole night planned.”

“Oh, really?” She glanced up at me with a smile. “And what exactly did you have planned?”

“I was going to go all out. I had dinner and a fire and even bought that old, cheap wine you like.”

“Boones Farm?”

“Yep, strawberry and peach.”

“Well, enough holding out. Time to wine and dine me.” She got up and walked over to my dresser, then pulled out a clean T-shirt like she owned it. “Come on. What are you waiting for?”

“You’re serious?”

“Absolutely. I haven’t eaten since like ten this morning.” She grabbed her panties from the floor and started for the bathroom as she told me, “So, you’re either gonna make this fancy dinner you had planned or I’m going to go make myself a mayo and cheese sandwich.”

“Oh, God. You’re still doing that shit?”

“It’s good.”

“It’s sad.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have to go to such sad measures if someone would fix the dinner he promised.”

With that, she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. I loved that, even after everything she’d been through, she still had that sass. Smiling, I pulled myself out of bed, put on my boxers and a pair of old pajama pants, and headed for the kitchen.

I went straight for the fridge and started grabbing everything we’d need for dinner. I was still at it when I heard Devin say, “I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier, but your house is incredible.”

I glanced over my shoulder and found her standing at the counter in my old t-shirt, and I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight. I cleared my throat before telling her, “I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s so different than your old place.” She moved through the kitchen like she belonged there. “And I don’t just mean bigger. It’s more than that. It’s sophisticated.”

I huffed out a laugh and leaned against the counter. “I think you’re reaching there.”

“Maybe,” she teased, shooting me a look over her shoulder, “but I’m not exactly wrong.”

She pulled out one of the bar stools and sat, looking too damn good and too damn at ease for my own good. “So, what’s all this?”

“Thought we’d have an old-fashioned cookout.” I motioned my hand towards the hot dogs and brats like they were a five-star spread. “Hot dogs, chips, and maybe some marshmallows toasted over the fire.”

“You went all out,” she laughed.

“Just doing what I can to impress.”

“You’ve definitely done that.” She looked at the food and smirked. “But you’ve got enough here for an army.”

“Yeah, well. I wasn’t sure who was coming.”

I gave her a wink, then headed for the hall closet. I grabbed a couple of wire hangers I’d twisted into skewers years back and made my way to the porch door. “Give me a second to get the fire started, and then we’ll get dinner going.”

“What can I do?”

“Grab us a couple of drinks and pick out the chips you want.”

She nodded and disappeared into the pantry.

I stepped outside and got to work. The fire pit was nothing fancy, just something I’d built myself a while back.

It was just a low stone circle, stacked wood, and some kindling to get things moving.

I had the flames going by the time she came back out with a tray full of food and drinks.

When I saw her walking toward me, I stepped over and grabbed the tray. “I would’ve gotten all that.”

“Now you don’t have to,” she said, glancing down at the fire and the hangers like she wasn’t quite sure whether to laugh or call me crazy. “Wow, you really pulled out all the stops.”

“Nothing but the best for you, babe.”

I opened the pack of hot dogs, slid one onto the hanger, and held it over the fire. She watched me for a second before grabbing her own skewer and following suit. She was watching the flames dance when a smile swept across her lips and she said, “We used to cookout hot dogs like this at the lake…”

“Sounds like a good time,” I said, watching the way her eyes flickered with the memory.

“It was. But it’s been a long time.”

I figured it was something she’d done with the ex, so I didn’t push.

I just kept the fire steady and let the moment settle around us.

Truth was, I didn’t want to ruin it. Not when she was sitting next to me, holding a damn hot dog over a flame like we were twenty again.

Hell, it wasn’t even ten, and I was already thinking about how much I didn’t want her to leave when the night was over.