Page 21 of Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2)

Angel

I wake up to sun tickling my face through the thin curtains. I’m feeling lazy, heavy in the best of ways, pampered. And as I stretch under the comforter, letting my body wake up at its own pace, my thoughts return to the hands and lips that worshipped me last night.

Wow.

I admit, when Creep revealed what his fantasies are, I did find them a bit weird, because at the end of the day, they’re all about molesting someone who’s so out of it they won’t wake up even when squeezed, and sucked—

I chew on the inside of my cheek when I remember the heat of Creep’s mouth, the greediness with which he drank my cum, and when my dick stirs, I reach down, covering it with my hand.

It felt so good to just… not have expectations placed on me, other than to lie down and look pretty for my lover.

I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I enjoy being a pillow prince, to lie down and let my partner have his way with me as he pleases.

Some might call it lazy and selfish, but what’s the harm when Creep wants that exact thing and was so gentle in return?

He did surprise me, though. He seems so shy at times, we haven’t even kissed yet, but last night he unleashed a whole new side of him.

Even the things he whispered were so hot I’m blushing just thinking about them, because, as he promised, my shorts remain down under the comforter.

As much as I do want to touch him more, I need to be cautious.

After what he confessed to me last night, I have a much better idea of why he is the way he is, so I’m worried about spooking him with my touchy-feely ways.

I want to cuddle with him, sit in his lap and stroke his hair while we make out, because he’s nothing like the assholes I’ve dated.

I’m not delusional, I know he’s a criminal, that he abducted me, that he killed a man in front of me, but I can see that he has a good heart and would never want to hurt me .

He can be a guard dog who’d protect me fiercely, then lie down with his head in my lap.

I want to know so much more about him.

Though, right now, I need to find out if he’s still here…

My heart beats faster when I roll to my stomach and lower my head, peeking under the bed.

I half-expect him to be there, but it still gives me a jump scare when his dark eyes shine back at me from the shadows. My own personal monster under the bed. Maybe with him guarding me, my insomnia will ease. I did sleep like a baby last night.

Black hair falls over half his face, but at least it’s not greasy anymore. I can’t wait to give it a little trim, if he lets me, and pamper him more. It’s the least I can do after the way he treated me last night, wanting nothing in return.

“Good morning,” I say and wiggle my fingers at him. I don’t want to be too enthusiastic, but he made me feel amazing, and I can’t help myself. “I worried you left.”

“You did say I can stay,” Creep says, as if worried I’m not happy to see him.

“I wanted you to,” I reassure him, then reach to the floor and use my arm to roll down, so he can see me pulling up my shorts. “Coffee?”

“Y-yes, please,” he says so politely I have to snort.

But then he crawls out from his new lair under my bed, and I’m reminded how tall and sturdy he is.

He slept in his clothes, too, so I make a mental note that he needs loungewear for when he’s staying here.

It’s funny how I’ve barely moved here, all my boxes are still packed, but I already think of the space as mine.

I’m not one of those guys who falls for the first person who offers them a bit of kindness, but knowing this settlement is Creep’s home makes me more confident that I will be safe here.

It’s also nice, peaceful, and the community has welcomed me with open arms. Why would I not feel at home?

I’d love to hug and kiss him. It feels weird not to do that after last night, but I want to give him space. I’m pretty sure all of this is new to him, even if I’ve not asked him outright.

I grin and make my way to the living room, where I have a little kitchenette in the corner, with a fridge and a microwave. Too bad I haven’t yet unpacked my things, because the AeroPress might come in handy. I can’t be bothered to look for it now and grab the jar of instant coffee.

“Would you like to have a pillow and a blanket under there?”

Creep cocks his head, and his eyes widen as he follows me. “Yes. Would that be okay? I really don’t want you to dislike me.”

Be still my heart. That has to be the most earnest thing I’ve ever heard.

I step closer and almost grab his hand before I stop myself, once again remembering he has issues with normal displays of affection.

I make a mental note to also spread a yoga mat under my bed, so he’s more comfortable, and add coffee to my two best cups.

He gets the one with Prince Charming, and while he might not get the joke, I’ll enjoy watching him drink from it.

I then add water and place both mugs in the microwave before facing him.

“That would be a very silly reason to dislike someone. I want you to feel welcome.”

He sits at the table, and I remember the promise to cut his hair, so while the coffee heats up, I rummage through the right box, searching for the tools and products I’ll need.

“I felt… very welcome last night, it was nice to shower with you,” Creep says.

Once again, I itch to approach him from behind and glide my fingers down his hard chest, until I’m hugging him, but it’s too early for that. The beep of the microwave calls me over, and soon I place both steaming cups on the table.

“You know that I went to school for hairdressing?” I ask, showing him my scissors.

He straightens up, all of his attention on me.

I worry that he might have an issue with haircuts as well, but he doesn’t seem distressed in any way, and I’m getting pretty attuned to his energy by now.

His aura might be dark, but I can almost see the bright sparks glittering over it every time I speak.

“You did? Is that something you like to do? Do you cut your own hair? It’s very pretty.” His eyes follow me in a way that could be read as menacing, but I see him for what he is—a lovesick puppy.

And, oh, how I want him to adore me. I have no idea what kind of relationship with him I want, I’m happy to go with the flow, but I want something .

The sudden onslaught of need makes me breathless, and I comb back my own hair, cocking my hip. “Well, thank you! Yes I do. Would you like me to do something with yours?” I lean over him from the back and take a deep inhale, straight from his head. “Your hair smells so good.”

“You said you’ll cut it? Do whatever you think would look good.” Creep says and grabs the steaming mug.

Oh, I love a man who lets me do my thing.

“All right,” I say and press a playful kiss to his head.

I freeze, wondering if it isn’t too much, but when he doesn’t protest, I drape a cape over his shoulders and reach for my comb.

We both remain silent, me dividing his tar-black strands into sections, him squeezing the mug in his hands, but the question throbbing at the back of my throat since we met needs to be asked, even if I need to prepare him for it.

“So… I really enjoyed last night.”

“Y-yes? I… worry I talked too much about myself.”

“No way. I like your voice,” I tell him, eager to boost his confidence.

He has a lot of thick hair, and since it overwhelms his features, the best solution is to create more layers.

As I get to work, it’s much easier to ask the big, important questions.

“So… have you done anything like that before?”

When he shifts his head, trying to slouch, I correct him, and he doesn’t protest. I wish he had a mirror in front of him, so I could see his face.

“No. I only ever fantasized about it. Reality was much, much better.” There’s so much raw lust in his voice I have to take a deep breath because my body is already reacting to his words.

But I do wonder if what he’s saying is that he’s never done the sleep kink before, or if he’s not had sex before.

I move, working on his dark strands until we are almost facing each other. “I liked the way you touched me, all gentle. As if you couldn’t get enough,” I whisper, and while sex isn’t new for me , the tension between us is so fragile I still worry my words might not land the way I intend them to.

I hide my smile when he lowers his coffee cup over his crotch. “Yes? You enjoyed it? Your skin… it’s so soft.” It sounds a little like he wants to make cushions out of me, but I’m pretty sure he wants me alive and breathing, so I don’t think about it too much.

“Loved it,” I say, eager to reassure him that he’s welcome in my new home, and that I want his presence more than I expected.

He’s so different from the men I’ve been with, and while he clearly has the capacity for violence, I can’t help but feel so very safe in his presence.

“It felt like you knew what you were doing. You said you didn’t…

do the sleep thing before, but were you with people the…

usual way?” I ask, avoiding the word normal at the last moment, because nobody wants to hear the way they want to fuck is not normal .

And yes, I am exaggerating his skills, but it’s the dedication that counts.

I move to stand in front of him under the pretense of cutting the hair there, when really, I need to see his face. I’m quite good at telling if someone’s lying. When he looks down, I tilt his chin up.

“I’ve… no. I’ve not had the opportunity,” Creep says as if we’re in a job interview and he’s admitting he doesn’t know how to use spreadsheets.