Page 29 of Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2)

“I can be. I will be a good boyfriend,” I say quickly, as if I need to reiterate that point.

The way he accepts me is more than I could have ever dreamed of.

He’s so close. He’s smiling, eyes locked on mine until all I can think of is his soft mouth and smooth skin, and my cock starts to fill rapidly.

“Right here? We’ll be arrested for public indecency,” Angel says with a chuckle and strokes my thigh.

He’s right. Him seeing me this flustered is difficult enough. The last thing I need is the cops making jabs at me while I’m locked up. It was enough that several of them came to gawk at me today because of the new look.

“N-no. I… Too much touch,” I say and, despite loving his pretty hand, I take it off my thigh.

Angel is very tactile, so I worry my issues will soon be frustrating to him, but unless he explicitly tells me to leave, I’m not going anywhere.

He withdraws and grabs the chest strap of his safety belt. “Sorry. I thought... since we’re boyfriends now, it would be all right.”

I press on the gas pedal, wishing to be back home, in the woods, where shadows are always close, and where I can disappear if I want to.

I feel so… awkward. Being menacing comes so much more easily to me than whatever this conversation has to be.

“I want to. I want you. I’m just particular about it. You did say you had fun? With me? Last night?” Because I’m a grown man and I will fucking talk about it even if I’m glad that I have to watch the road instead of making eye contact.

Which is exactly what I’m doing when Angel shifts in the other seat. “I did. I had a lot of fun, but it would help if you talked me through it. What kind of touch is okay? Do you just prefer to not get anything in return when it comes to sex?”

“I get a lot ,” I say quickly. “Everything. I got everything last night.” Okay, maybe not ‘everything’ if I’m to think about it.

There’s still so much to explore, but it sure felt like everything.

“Hands are fine,” I add, because while it felt pretty groundbreaking to hold Angel’s fingers in mine, it didn’t wake up all the fuckery that torments me in my head.

“I don’t need you to give me anything, just be. ”

I stop breathing when his fingers slide between mine and press on the flesh of my palm. I remain focused on the road, but every bit of me that’s not involved in driving is hyper aware of Angel’s presence.

“You know what I was imagining when you came last night? How it would feel if you finished with your cock inside me.”

For a moment, my mind goes blank, and I only notice when I swerve and have to go back to my lane. Not an easy task with one hand, but I’m obviously not letting go of Angel. I can’t help being so aroused it feels like lust is steaming off me.

“Y-yes? You’d like that?” I rasp out, mouth so dry I could use my tongue as sandpaper.

I don’t dare look at Angel, but there’s the faintest tremble to his voice when he speaks.

“I would. You can pump me full of cum, Creep, and I’ll lie still, just letting you touch me.

As long as you’re gentle. Just thinking about it makes me hot,” he rasps, and I see him palm himself from the corner of my eye.

I’m so distracted I almost miss the turn for Vulture Hollow, but muscle memory kicks in. “Slow and gentle. To not wake you up,” I whisper as if we’re in bed already. “You’re so beautiful, and I want all of you.”

He whimpers and squeezes his thighs together. “I will wake up completely satisfied and won’t know why.”

I don’t deserve him. But I’ll take him regardless.

I’m already drowning in this fantasy. “Do you want me to use a rubber? Pull up your pants and keep you in the dark? Or should I come deep inside? Leave you wondering who used you at night?” I’m a fucking pervert, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

I hear his breathing quicken. Damn, it’s so hot that he’s ready to allow me to do those things to him.

A revelation.

“No rubber, please. My last tests came out negative, so if you want to…” He rubs my palm with his thumb in a caress that feels borderline sexual.

I clear my throat and focus on the matter at hand even if all that my imagination offers is his pretty peach and the pink pucker between his ass cheeks, swallowing my cum.

“I… I… Yes. I mean, I’ve not done this before, I know what…” Was that even a full sentence? “I can’t wait,” I add, as if my obvious hardon wasn’t enough to communicate that.

A soft, raspy chuckle. I swear he has the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard. “You’ll just need to get lots of practice.”

“Can I… do things to any part of your body?” It’s so freeing to be able to talk about it.

“What kind of things?”

“I want to touch you with my cock in different places. Lick you. Nothing that would hurt.” I steal a glance at him in the low light, just to make sure I’m not freaking him out. But no, he’s looking straight at me, his cock tenting the front of his pants, as if each of my words aroused him more.

“Yes. Just help yourself to my body. I’ll be sleeping very deeply tonight, after dealing with all this stress.”

I squeeze his hand and smile as all my predatory instincts surface. The ones my aunt was right about. I’m not good, but he will let me in anyway.

“Go on,” I whisper when I park as close to his cabin as the road will allow. “Get ready for bed.”

“And you…?”

I stare at his pretty pink lips. “I’ll find my way in. Maybe even lock the door, just in case there’s danger lurking in the woods.”

His chest sinks, and he releases the heaviest of breaths. Then he’s out of the car and not even walking but jogging toward the cabin.