Page 21 of Creed

you hacked her Walgreens account? Who even thinks of that?

Steel

so Creed fucked a cop and knocked her up? Something in this town’s water to make everyone so fertile? and how do I avoid it

Gage

church in ten

Razer

ugghhhh look what your dick did Creed

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I park my bike and yank the hoodie over my head while stuffing my hands in my pockets. Cowen gave me her address and slyly mentioned the small park around the corner that someone could park at if they didn’t want to get caught. The bastard is too devious for his own good.

It only takes me a few moments to make my way to her apartment and quietly up the stairs. She only has a couple of neighbors, which could be beneficial to sneak in, but privacy could also put her in danger.

My eyebrows crinkle, unimpressed with how easy it is to get through the door. I pull out my phone, using the flashlight to look for the alarm.

Frustration bleeds into my chest when I don’t find one. What kind of ‌cop has no security on their home besides a fucking deadbolt? My hand itches with the need to spank her ass.

I don’t know if it’s naivety or stupidity, but no woman of mine is going to be this vulnerable. I keep my feet light as I move deeper into her apartment, finding it bare of personal touches, and a sinking feeling begins in my stomach.

Is this only temporary? What if sheisa plant meant to garner my attention? I’d be dumb not to consider it, but even the Sinners said that she was on the force for a few years and mostly kept to herself.

Shaking my head, I push that thought away. It’s not dumb to be suspicious of anyone coming into our lives, but there’s an aura about Morgan that doesn’t seem deceitful at all. It’s probablywhy I didn’t clock her as a cop at first; she seems too kindhearted for the job.

But people get killed underestimating others. I creep near her bedroom, glancing in the cracked door before slowly pushing it open. Moonlight streams through the blinds in slashes over the bed, and my breath catches at the sight of her.

Just as I move to step away, Morgan shifts, her knee lifting up. I inhale a sharp breath as I get a look at her pussy. I stare and stare, willing myself to walk away, but my hand slides down, unbuttoning my pants and pulling my cock out.

I curl my fist around myself, stroking my length harder as I creep closer. My heart is like a war drum in my ears as I pump my hand up and down while my eyes roam over her body.

I reach down, risking getting caught but hooking my finger over her tank top, pulling it gently under one of her breasts. Her nipple hardens from the cool night air, and her brow furrows a little before relaxing. I bite my lip, squeezing my cock harder as I pick up my strokes.

My balls draw up and I throw caution away, shifting her knee a little higher so I can see her pussy even clearer and press the tip of my finger into her hole. Feeling the soft, wet heat makes the air in my lung stall as I come. Black spots dot my vision, and I catch my jizz in my hand as I swallow down the grunt in my throat.

I tilt my head back, trying to calm my heavy pants. Flexing my hand out, I glance at my cum and back at her, the urge to mark her riding me hard.

“Fuck,” I hiss out really low. I dip my finger into my spunk and reach over, gently pushing some into her pussy. Then before Ican think to stop, I do it again and again. Morgan lets out a small huff of air and I pause, staring at her face before I blow out a sigh in relief.

I study her sleeping face, a smile pulling on my mouth at how beautiful she is. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek before dipping one last fingertip in my cum and painting some on her lips.

“Dream of me, baby,” I whisper, tucking my half-hard cock back into my jeans before heading to her kitchen. I use her towel to clean up, stilling when I find the open pregnancy test box. My heart skips in my chest, and my hands shake as I try to find the test she must have taken, even going through her trash, and come up empty.

A soft noise coming from her bedroom makes me stand up straight to listen. I’ll have to confront her in person if she’s going to try to keep it a secret.

I put everything back in its place and then sneak back out of her apartment, hating how I can only lock her bottom knob this time. It doesn’t matter though; I already planned to keep watch until she left in the morning. I’ll have to get a copy of her schedule to make sure she’s never home alone.

8

MORGAN

I just showeredoff my shift and am trying to determine what to make for dinner when a pounding knock on my door startles me.

Frowning, I move to it and peer out the peephole, my heart shuddering when I see the leather vest on the other side. I’m not surprised Creed knows where I live; I’m sure he’s followed me home, even after I warned him away. I don’t fear him in any way for my physical safety, but he’s putting up quite the fight in the war for my heart.