Page 8 of Creed

Her pupils blow out, and I watch the pulse in her neck, tucked right above her collar, pick up. Those perfect lips part, and her mouth trembles as she stares at me.

It’s clear as hell that she didn’t expect to see me. The Sinners warned me after we fucked that she was a local cop, but the deed had already been done.

I drove out of town as soon as I could, stopping by the Lost Dutchman compound before leaving for home.

I hold out what Warner wants, and he snatches it from my hand before walking away without a word.

My tongue drags across my lip, and she watches before tearing her attention away.

“Not going to tell me what you stopped me for?” I drawl out.

There’s a slight quiver in her chin, and her fingers flex where she’s resting them on her belt, messing with a button on one of her pockets.

She stands taller, and I nearly groan when it pushes her breasts a little tighter against her shirt.

Fuck, I shouldn’t find her so hot in her uniform. It should make my dick shrivel up, but instead, I want nothing more than to fuck her with that badge pinned to her chest.

I cock my head to the side, a smile twisting on my lips. If she’s not going to acknowledge me, I’ll have to provoke her for a response. Thankfully, it’s what I do best. “I can see it.”

Her throat moves with a swallow, and her eyes flicker to her partner before returning to me. “See what?”

I drag my gaze down the length of her again, biting down on my bottom lip. “See the attraction to uniforms. You’re looking damn fine, Officer.”

The pulse in her neck rises and falls faster, and her hand on her hip inches toward her taser.

I chuckle, low and rumbling under my breath. I let go of my handles, resting my hands on my thighs as I lean back a bit. “You just move here?”

She looks away from me, fidgeting where she’s standing as she surveys the highway. I tongue my cheek, nodding to myself.

All right. She wants to pretend that I don’t know how her tight cunt feels molded around my cock. I can see why she’d want to keep that information to herself.

I throw a look over my shoulder as the gravel on the shoulder crunches under her partner’s boots.

Warner hands over my license and registration with a huff. I’m sure the pig is upset. I'm as clean as a whistle, as usual.Thank you, Cowen.

“Where you coming from?” he asks.

I shrug. “Here and there. What’s it to ya?”

His chin juts out, taking it as if I’ve just insulted him.

“Warner, we have other things to do. Let’s just leave him,” her soft voice offers, and it takes all my control not to smirk. I bet she wants me out of here, not that I’d spill our little secret. That’s an opportunity to have way too much fun.

“You’re new here, Morgan. You’ll learn that a biker from the Devil’s Tide is nothing more than trash. And you always take out the trash.”

Any other day, I’d clown him for such a dumbfuck statement, but I’m too caught up on her. I can hear the insult in his voice, and I didn’t miss how he called her Morgan while “Simmons” is sprawled across her collarbone.

I frown.

Simmons. Like the fucking chief deputy?

My lips part. No fucking way. There’s no way the chief had a daughter that we didn’t know about.

When I look up at Morgan again, there’s a hardness in her blue eyes. The same blue eyes I now recognize from Chief Simmons. Holy fucking shit. I fucked the chief’s daughter. I can’t hold backthe disparaging laugh that barks out of me. They both startle, tensing with their hands poised over their weapons.

I raise my hands in mock surrender. “Woah. Jumpy much?”

Their radios go off at the same time, some call ten minutes down the road.