Unfinished Hero 02 Creed (13 page)

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, flipped it open, went to the top of my recent calls list and hit go before putting it to my ear.

“Sylvie,” Creed answered after one ring.

“Partner, I checked in before I rolled out to get here. No reason to physically check up on me. Reminder, I’ve been doing this awhile.”

His response was, “Come back and get in my truck.”

“No. You got something to say you can’t say over the phone, come and get in my car.”

“Truck, Sylvie.”

“’Vette, Creed.”

Silence.

I dug in. Creed did too.

Patience was one of the many virtues I did not have.

“Fine,” I bit out. “Truck.”

I flipped the phone shut, threw open my door and me, my phone and my malt angled out. We jogged to his truck, I threw open the door and climbed in.

I turned to him to see him grinning a crowing because he won (again) grin.

I checked the eye roll and asked, “I’m here. What?”

“You know a woman named Amy?”

I forgot to be in a snit at Creed and his superiority. I felt my eyes get round as my mouth breathed, “Fuck me.”

His gaze moved over my face before it locked with mine and he muttered, “You know her.”

“No shit?” I asked.

“Pillow talk, baby,” he answered softly.

Blood roared in my ears as I sat back in the seat, faced forward and sucked up malt so fast, I had to close my eyes against the ice cream headache. Then I pulled the straw from my mouth and clipped, “That stupid
bitch.
”

“She’s in with Nair,” he told me and I turned my head to look at him. “I’m here because I got her phone wired. She just called him and she’s heading over.”

“That stupid bitch,” I repeated.

“Far as I could tell, Lively is a loyal soldier. But Nair was getting info from somewhere. It’s her.”

“Money?” I asked.

“Don’t know. When I wasn’t concentrating on you, Banks, Nick and Nair, I honed in on Lively. Had my eye on him, which means I’ve had occasion to have my eye on him when he’s with her. The little I saw of Knight’s men with their women, they don’t chose nagging, greedy bitches. Gut told me he had a weak spot, seein’ as he’d have that in his bed. I paid more attention, wasn’t wrong. His weak spot is her and his inability to get shot of her even though she’s a serious pain in his ass. Heard them have a fight in a restaurant a coupla nights ago. She doesn’t like his hours. She likes that he’s well paid but she’s not real fond of him workin’ for his money. Could be, she’s gettin’ money from Nair for info. Could be, she’s workin’ with him to close Sebring down so Lively will have more time to devote to her. Could be both.”

“She’s greedy, she’s a bitch and she’s a nag, Creed, but she’s not stupid. Yeah, it’s known she pitches a fit when Live has to work when she doesn’t want him to but she’s not so dumb to think they’ll live large if he doesn’t have a fucking job. She’s in it for the money.”

He nodded, his eyes went over my shoulder and he jerked up his chin.

I turned my head to see a red Mazda roll into Drake Nair’s driveway, a brunette I knew at the wheel.

Amy, the stupid bitch.

I heard the noises a camera made when pictures were being taken and looked back at Creed. He had an expensive digital to his eye. I turned back to Nair’s house to see Amy get out of the Mazda and approach the front door. The camera noises kept going as she did and continued up until she disappeared inside. Then they stopped.

“You good to be my eyes while I get close?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I answered.

“Let’s move,” he muttered and threw open his door.

I stored my shit, threw open mine and jumped out.

“I approach from the north,” he said to me as we crossed the street. “His study is that side. I’ll start there and move on if he doesn’t meet her there. Catch up.”

“I’ll go south, perimeter check, see if anyone’s around. Been here about fifteen minutes before you and didn’t see any activity. I’ll meet you north.”

“Right,” he muttered and started jogging toward Nair’s neighbor to the north’s yard.

I did the same to the south, did a wide sweep, jumped a fence, crossed Nair’s backyard and rounded the side, seeing Creed crouched low under a window but his head was at the edge, camera to his face.

I whistled low when I got close, his head turned to me then he shook it.

I crouched low beside him, my back to the house, eyes on a continual scan.

“In the study?” I asked.

“Yep,” he answered.

“And you were shaking your head because?” I prompted.

I heard camera sounds and the hint of disgust in his voice. “You don’t wanna know.”

I always wanted to know.

I twisted, shot up and looked into the window.

He was right. I didn’t want to know.

I twisted back, shot down and muttered, “Gross.”

I just heard a hint of humor when he mumbled, “I told you you didn’t wanna know.”

“FYI, that put me off the blowjob I had planned for you tonight,” I informed him seeing as what I just saw was Amy on her knees going at Nair who was not attractive but he was hairy and he had skinny legs.

“Fuck, I hope he doesn’t eat her,” Creed murmured.

That got me a tingle. Yes, even after what I saw. Mostly because it said Creed didn’t want to be put off
his
plans for tonight and I liked his plans.

I scanned. Creed kept silent but his camera didn’t.

After a while, he broke his silence with, “That’ll mean dry cleaning.”

“Creed!” I hissed. “Don’t gross me out.”

“Just sayin’, there’s times when a woman should learn to swallow.”

I turned and punched him in the arm. He chuckled.

Then he muttered, “Time for business. Thank fuck, he’s not reciprocating the gesture.”

“Our day just brightened.”

“Comin’ home with donuts for you and people you give a shit about, seein’ you in those little shorts and tight cami, no matter that you were hungover, nothin’ could darken my day. Not even that shit.”

Sneak attack and I held my breath until my chest burned.

Creed’s camera sounded.

“Cash,” he muttered. “Wads of it. More than a blowjob is worth.”

“Even if that includes reimbursement for dry cleaning?”

I felt his eyes and looked up to see he’d lowered down from the window and was looking at me.

“Yeah, and then some. She’s the leak.”

I nodded. Poor Live. For whatever reason, he dug her. This would strike deep.

“Truck,” Creed grunted, I jerked up my chin and we both moved.

I’d learned that if you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be, if you acted like you were supposed to be there, people assumed you were. So I always did that and noted, as Creed and I walked to his truck, free and easy, he followed the same school of thought.

We both angled in and I turned immediately to him. “You calling this into Knight?”

“Yeah. You wanna stay on Nair or come with me while I have a chat with him?”

“Get more done, we separate.”

He nodded. “Nick’s still a wildcard.”

“Yup,” I agreed.

“But Nair’s pullin’ the strings.”

“Yup,” I agreed again.

“Your plan?”

“Stay on Nair.”

“Right,” he muttered. “I finish with Knight, I’m on Nick.”

“After what I saw, I’m beginning to miss Nick. He’s boring but he’s not gross.”

Creed grinned at me.

My eyes dropped to his mouth then my body angled across the cab, I grabbed him at both sides of his head, pulled him to me and kissed him hard, wet, hot and long.

I let him go, grabbed the shit I stowed and threw open the door, muttering, “Later.”

“Later, baby,” I heard him mutter back.

I sashayed to my car and I did it deliberately. I felt his eyes on me as I went and they felt fucking great. I got in, settled in and he pulled out. My car was too low to see him as he drove by which was a shame.

I sucked back mostly melted malt which still tasted great and turned my eyes to the house.

Ten minutes later, Amy left and drove away.

Half an hour after that, Nair got in his ridiculously yellow Lotus and drove away.

I followed.

* * * * *

Hours later, I sat on my barstool, sipping beer, watching Creed play pool and thinking.

I was thinking about what I saw earlier. Creed walking into Charlene’s house with a bucket of chicken and a bag of fixin’s, all of which made the kids and Charlene, who not only didn’t have to cook but also didn’t have to pay for it, go wild.

I was thinking of taking turns with Charlene hanging around the corner of the doorway in order to watch Creed, with not only Adam but also Leslie, in the bathroom.

I was thinking he had a lot of patience, a lot of good humor and I hadn’t heard Adam or Leslie laugh that much since their Dad left.

I was thinking of sitting on the couch in front of the window in Charlene’s living room with Theo climbing over me, Charlene beside me and watching Creed’s ass as he bent over the opened hood of her car. And I did this while thinking how much cooler it was in her house now that the windows were open and the breeze could get through.

I was thinking I liked all I was thinking about.

Shit.

I stopped thinking when I saw Creed put the end of his pool cue down, give his opponent a look and lift his hand, palm up.

The dude was pissed. He should be. He lost.

He said a few words to Creed that only a blind person would miss were angry and Creed showed no reaction whatsoever.

Total badass.

Bills were passed over without a whole lot of sportsmanlike conduct.

Creed turned from the pool table without a backward glance, walked down the steps and crossed the bar to me. He stopped in front of me and shoved the bills down my tank, straight into the cup of my bra.

I felt my clit swell along with my nipples.

He dipped his face close, his eyes never leaving me.

“Time to go home, baby.”

Fuck yeah, it was.

I smiled.

* * * * *

I was on my knees at the side of the bed between Creed’s spread thighs and I was working his beautiful cock.

Fucking hell, I liked his cock. Big, thick, long, hard and silky. Beautiful, every inch. All of them.

I pulled up, lips tight around the rim of the tip and, while rolling it with the tip of my tongue, I sucked deep and
hard.

“Jesus,” I heard him groan then, before I knew it, I had hands in my pits and I was flying through the air.

I landed on my front in the bed and I didn’t have the chance to get used to my change in circumstances before my hips jerked violently. I heard the rip and my panties were gone.

I rolled and looked up at Creed who was looming over me.

“I wasn’t done,” I informed him.

“You’re done,” he growled.

“I totally wasn’t –”

I stopped talking because my head shot back seeing as his fingers glided through the wet between my legs and he started finger fucking me.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

He got closer, I felt his heat and hard body at my side and his fingers worked me faster, driving deeper.

I moved my hand between my legs to curl around his so I could feel.

I felt Creed’s lips skim my chest before they disappeared and then his mouth was at my ear.

“Tank off, baby,” he whispered, his fingers not ceasing for a nanosecond in their delicious activity.

I yanked off my tank.

“Bra,” he grunted.

I arched my back, twisted my arms behind me, released the clip and tore off my bra, tossing it aside.

The instant I was done, his mouth closed over a nipple.

My back left the bed, I ground my hips down on his hand and shoved my breast deeper into his mouth.

My free hand slid into his hair and I moaned, “Oh God, yes. My God,
yes.
”

I rode his hand, my hips bucking and jerking against his fingers.

His thumb tweaked my clit and I gasped loudly as sensations tore through me.

His mouth released my nipple.

My chin dipped down and my eyes locked on his.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He shoved his fingers up deep and tight. “Want my dick there,” he growled.

Right.

I was good with that.

“Condom,” I breathed.

He dipped his head and ran his tongue from the base of my throat, down my chest, between my breasts, over my belly and he didn’t move his fingers until his tongue slid through my wet heat.

My neck and back arched and a long, silent moan escaped my throat.

He moved away, it took me a minute to recover as I heard sounds of foil ripping then my eyes opened when he stated low, “Call it.”

I looked at him. “Call what?”

His hand shot out, hooking me at the back of the neck, pulling me up off the bed, his other arm curled around my back and he tucked me close against his body.

“Until I know what you can take, and what you can’t, you call it.”

Warm rays of sun hit me.

“What?” I whispered.

“You want me to fuck you, you wanna ride me, you want it on your knees. Against the wall. On the floor. Bent over the back of your couch.” He paused, his face got closer, his voice more impatient as he demanded, “Baby…
call it.
”

My invisible sun warmed me deep to my soul.

“On your back, Creed,” I whispered.

He dropped us to our sides, rolled and lifted me even as I positioned my legs. I grabbed his cock and he lowered me down as I guided it inside.

Fuck yeah.

I started moving, my eyes on him, his pinned to me.

“Hands to the headboard,” I demanded, watched his eyes flash and I ground down and kept grinding.

He lifted his hands to the headboard and I watched his fingers curl around.

My eyes went back to his face and I saw his jaw was hard.

He didn’t like that. That wasn’t his gig.

But he did it.

For me.

Fucking hell.

The heat of the rays of my sun burned deep.

I bent to him and kept moving on his cock as I explored the skin of his neck, shoulders and collarbone with my mouth.

I ended at my scabbed-over mark on his neck and licked it.