Page 40 of Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2)

Angel

If a month ago someone had told me I’d be living in a community built around a biker club, and have a partner who’d trip over his own feet to make me happy, I’d have laughed in their face.

I’m also spending a lot of time pretending I’m passed out.

It’s so Creep feels more comfortable exploring my body.

The downside is that I can’t give him immediate feedback, though I have to admit he’s a very keen student of my form and pleasure despite all that.

My man is insatiable and consumes my body in shameless ways that somehow never make me feel used or disrespected.

Maybe because it’s so obvious he worships the ground I walk on?

We might pretend I’m just a sleeping body, but Creep is attentive, and gentle, and focused on always making me come as he cherishes me with his lips, hands, with his entire body.

If I were the Goddess, I would grant him all his wishes

He deserves all the attention. All the praise.

All the pleasure he might want, and I’m determined to give it to him.

When I think of the abuse he suffered from such a young age I want to cuddle him, but that’s still something he’s only comfortable accepting under the bed.

So I’ve stayed with him there for now. Progress not perfection.

Just last night, he took me on a hike to a secluded hot spring, and when he disappeared from my sight, it felt deliciously naughty to undress knowing he’d watch me, getting all hot and bothered.

It’s hard to describe the desperate need this ignited deep inside my body, but I fueled it further by pouring the hot water over my skin.

When I couldn’t stand the wait anymore and acted all faint, he didn’t even have a few minutes of patience in him and crawled into the water right after I shut my eyes.

I love it when he gets all horny and ruts against me, rubbing his scent into my skin until neither of us can wait anymore.

That night in the hot springs, he draped me on the sloped rocks and fucked me while standing in the water.

My nipples were almost painfully stiff at the contact with the cool air, and each furious thrust sent warm droplets flying at me.

The angle was perfect, and with my head hanging off the rock, the rush of orgasm was unusually powerful.

I couldn’t keep my moans in despite my best intentions, but they only fueled Creep’s excitement, and he came inside me with a low, animalistic grunt.

We spent the rest of that evening holding hands in the pool, as if he didn’t rearrange my guts with the ferocity of a rabid animal. It was perfect.

Tonight, we’re going to the biker rally, but our relationship is taking more baby steps.

Creep is bringing some of his things to my cabin.

A few of his boxes are already here, but we’re sat on the steps of the porch with the plastic terrarium he brought Friend in.

It’s very sweet of him that he’s not pushing for the spider to live with us yet, aware of how the tarantula freaks me out.

“Would you like to hold him?” Creep asks, toying with his necklace. I think the fiddling helps him not bite his nails.

I freeze, my lips open in what surely is a derpy expression, but when tension passes over his features, I nod, because this is important to him, and it’s not like the spider will bite me. Creep assured me that won’t happen.

“Just… um… tell me what to do.”

Creep lights up as if I’ve said the magic words, and the forest whispers to me that I’m doing the right thing, that this spider is simply another type of animal. It’s not about to lay eggs in my ear, just walking around in the box, and Creep will help me in case things get out of hand.

“I fed him today, so he’s a bit sluggish anyway,” he says, excited like a kid at Christmas, and picks up the spider.

That thing is huge , as big as a large mouse, and covered in hair that makes my own bristle, but when Creep guides Friend into my palms, I’m stunned by how light the critter is.

I half expected it to crawl up my arm, or leap at my face, his huge mandibles lifted, but it’s just sitting there, like a sleeping rodent.

I chuckle in disbelief. “I mean… clearly he’s a prince and refuses to use his legs.”

Creep leans in to nuzzle my ear. “Like one lazy boy I know.”

I’m so excited about this touch my heart skips a beat. He might be conditioning me to liking the spider by making me feel so much glee as I hold it.

“Go on,” I tease him, cocking my head to invite him closer. Fuck, he’s such a fast learner. It’s been two weeks since we met, but it’s as if he’s learned the pleasure map of my body by heart, and reacts to even the smallest movements I make.

Air from his nose tickles me when he chuckles. “In front of Friend?” he feigns disbelief.

He’s even joking about sex now. Who would have thought?

I let out a soft moan but try to keep my hands steady, to not provoke the tarantula into running off, but it does seem rather passive, almost as if it’s about to fall asleep. “Who knows, maybe one day he’ll meet another handsome tarantula and will need to know what goes where…”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, precious.” Creep gives my ear a kiss and backs away with a flush. He’s so fucking adorable I could melt.

Even as he takes the spider from my hands, I only have eyes for him.

I’ve already groomed him today, dabbed cream into his face, washed and arranged his hair, and yeah, I’ve even ironed his T-shirt, which felt a bit ridiculous, but I wanted to do it.

I like taking care of him. It makes me feel as if he needs me, and I want him to look his best at the event.

He’s endured so much disrespect throughout his life, and I want him to be treated the way he deserves.

He’s putting Friend away when I notice he’s also brought the small chest I got him, and I pull up its lid, wondering if I should get it lined for him.

“No!” he yells and turns so abruptly the spider falls out of his hands and onto the wooden planks right below his fingers. Creep’s eyes are wide, but he still focuses on catching Friend, as I stare at the contents of the box in stunned silence.

First of all, the obvious, and biggest object.

A pink dildo. My pink dildo. I was sure the toy had disappeared during my move, but it’s here, alongside a zip lock baggie filled with blond hair, a tiny one with what seems to be…

eyelashes (?), some tissues that appear used, and two blood-stained Band-Aids.

My head is a desert, and I think precisely nothing, overcome by a cloud of confusion. “You… stole my sex toy?”

As soon as Creep locks the spider in its box, he slouches and covers his face with both hands. I guess it’s progress from him running away when faced with uncomfortable social situations.

The hell? Has he been taking stuff from my trash? And what did he collect them for? Were they purely for a sense of connection, or did he masturbate to them, or… something? But seeing his distress switches my shock to worry, and I place my hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. Just tell me.”

Creep takes deep breaths through his hands, his long canines sticking out from under his lip. “I’m sorry, I just… It was inside you, and I just had the impulse to… take it.”

“So was your cock,” I say without thinking, though what he just said might be the weirdest explanation for stealing I’ve ever heard.

“I… took it when I didn’t know you’d be my boyfriend. But then what? Was I supposed to give it back? Leave it among your things as if I didn’t take it? All the options felt too weird. And then… I kinda liked looking at it. Thinking about you pleasuring yourself with it.”

I’m torn, because Creep collecting my eyelashes and stealing a dildo is well…

creepy as fuck, but a part of me already knows his heart, so I can’t help finding that naughty, in an exciting way.

As if he can’t stand being away from me and needs to have a piece of me with him at all times. Even if it’s a disgusting old Band-Aid.

And as those thoughts pass through my mind, I’m baffled when jealousy rises inside me like dense green fog. “Do you also keep other people’s things like this?”

He shakes his head. “When you agreed to be my boyfriend I threw all of it away. And they never really mattered that much, they were just little trophies. You? Not a piece of you belongs in the trash, so I… I… when I find these things, I save them.”

My brain knows I should be weirded out, but my heart? My ego? All it can feel is that I’m important to Creep, more so than anyone else before me, and I stroke his hair with a sweet ache in my chest. “Good. It would feel like cheating if you kept trophies of other men.”

He peeks out from behind his hands. “You’re not mad?”

I should be, shouldn’t I? Maybe I’m just a sucker who throws himself at red flags.

Isn’t that how I kept ending up with shitty boyfriends?

But when I see him hunched with fear that I might take away my affection, I simply can’t be angry.

It doesn’t matter how much stronger and deadlier he is.

I hold all the power. So I shake my head.

“How about I make you a little trinket with my hair, so you can always have it on you?”

He exhales and leans in to kiss me on the lips. It’s so sweet I can’t even fault him for keeping this weird stash secret. Creep takes his time, giving my top lip gentle licks that make excitement pool between my legs. He smells so good too. Of my shampoo and fresh laundry.

“I would really like that,” he whispers against my mouth, hand sliding up my jaw. “Do you… want the toy back?”

He’s hilarious.

“Nah, keep it. We can choose a new one for my collection,” I say and wink, heating up in satisfaction when he bites his lip.

“Together?” The intensity in his eyes is so hot it could dry up the nearby lake and make my cock very, very wet with its own juices.