I shoved her against the wall and stepped away.
Her hands went to her wrists and rubbed.
“I don’t see you again,” I whispered. “You see me, you disappear. Do you understand?”
“Fuck you,” she whispered back.
“Blowjob pictures, Amy.”
She scrunched her face up and glared at me.
I continued, “I do not see you. I do not hear about you. Live doesn’t. No one does. You have ceased to exist on the club scene in Denver. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she snapped.
I was done so I turned away from her to see Creed watching me blank-faced, arms crossed on his chest. He moved away from the door and opened it for me. I walked right through and we moved down the hall, through the restaurant, out and to his truck.
I called into Knight what I knew. He reported back they’d picked up Nair. I told him we’d be there in thirty.
I disconnected, filled in Creed and suddenly, he pulled into a parking lot, drove to a section far away from the store without any cars around, stopped the truck and switched off the ignition.
I turned to him. “What –?”
He’d already unbuckled his belt, he hit the release on mine and before I knew what he was doing, he’d shoved his muscled bulk between the seats, reached through and yanked me between. He had me on my back across the seats, his mouth on mine and his hand went down the front of my pants, scraping past belt and straight into panties.
I gasped against his tongue and when his finger slid hard across my clit, I moaned.
He broke the kiss and his lips didn’t leave mine as he muttered, “That was f**kin’ hot.”
Maybe, but this was way hotter.
“Glad you approve,” I breathed.
“Give me room to move, baby,” he ordered and my hands went directly to my jeans, I loosened the belt, unbuttoned the button and slid the zipper down.
Then my head shot back when Creed got room to move.
His mouth worked my throat, his hand worked my pu**y and my hands clutched his shirt. He didn’t mess around and I came for him within minutes. As I came down, his mouth was still working my neck as his fingers slid, gentle and tender, through the wet between my legs.
His lips glided up to my ear as his fingers kept toying between my legs and he whispered, “You, sittin’ on the end of the pier. Your sixteenth birthday. You got the same thing every year for ten years but you acted every time like I didn’t hand you some shit necklace but the moon. I looked at you and it hit me it was you. It hit me that it could be no one else but you. You were born to be mine. I was born to be yours. And it hit me that it sucked huge I had to wait at least two years to make my move to claim you.”
I closed my eyes, turned my head and pressed my face into his neck.
“Watchin’ you work back there,” Creed went on, “I get you. Huge parts of that Sylvie are gone. I loved them but they’re gone. But, baby, know this, the new parts of Sylvie that took her place are f**kin’ amazing.” My heart squeezed and Creed lifted his head to grin down at me. “Seriously. I had to fight against gettin’ hard, watchin’ you work that bitch.”
“I didn’t even give her my good stuff,” I informed him through my own grin and his fingers slid around and in, driving deep.
My lips parted and Creed’s dropped to brush them as he spoke.
“Then, baby, partnering with you is gonna be all kinds of good.”
I lifted my head half an inch and kissed him.
He kissed me back.
We broke the kiss, his fingers slid out as he dropped his head to kiss my throat. He moved to shove himself through the two front seats as I righted my jeans and then I shoved myself through.
I was belting my seatbelt when Creed put the truck in gear and rolled.