I shook my head. “No, I mean… I need time befora you tell me the rest.”
He closed his eyes. He did this slowl9.
Then he opened them and whispered, “That, I can give.”
I took off runnhng, right at him, direct. I hit kitchen tile, turned and launched myself through the air.
Creed caught me.
My legs wrapped around his hips and my mouth hit his hard.
He dropped to a knee then he dropped me to my back.
We fucked on the kitchen floor.
And burned the bacon.
*
My fingertips moved over the scar, my lips chasing them all the way across his cheekbone, his temple and through his hair.
His hands at my ass tightened, his fingers digging deep.
I dropped my lips to his ear.
“He’s dead.”
“You said.”
“No. I mean Daddy.”
His fingers dug in deeper. “Too bad.”
“Yeah.”
“He buried in Kentucky?” he asked.
“Yup,” I answered.
“Soon’s we see to Knight’s shit, road trip. We’re fucking on his grave.”
My head shot up and I looked down at him.
He grinned up at me.
My invisible sun’s rays warmed me straight to my soul.
Only sun ever that lay on his back in a bed.
God, God, I missed my sun.
“He deserves it, baby, and I’m adventurous but graveyard sex…” I paused. “I don’t think I have it in me.”
“Then we’re fucking on that fuckin’ golf course he loved so goddamned much.”
“That I can do.”
Creed gave me a smile.
“He told me his favorite hole was sixteen,” I shared. “He said it was tough but beautiful.”
“Right, on the green of sixteen, I’ll drill my favorite hole.”
He said this while smiling.
I burst out laughing.
*
I wandered into the back room with two fresh, cold ones. I got close to Creed sitting in one of the chairs, facing dusk. He ignored the beer I offered and hooked me around the waist, gave a rough yank and I landed in his lap. He curled his arm around me and lifted his long legs to rest his bare heels against the windowsill.
Only then did he take his beer.
He sucked some back. I sucked some back and my eyes moved over the detritus of the Chinese delivery we’d consumed that was spread across the low table. We ordered everything that struck our fancy, which meant we could have fed twelve.
Leftovers for days.
Right on.
I’d called Knight early, filled him in and told him we needed another day. He was down with that.
I knew he would be.
So all day it was Creed and me. His body. My body. Fucking. Drinking. Eating. Some talking. More fucking.
I had never had a boyfriend other than Tucker Creed. We’d made love once and he was taken away from me. So I didn’t know make up sex could be so fucking great.
Especially when you had sixteen years to make up for.
“I want you to meet my kids.”
My head jerked so I could look at him even as my entire body tensed.
“What?” I whispered.
His eyes locked on mine. “I want you to meet my kids,” he repeated.
“What, like, now?”
He grinned. “No Sylvie, they’re an eighteen hour drive away so not now. Not tomorrow. After this job. After we’re cool. I’ll bring ‘em up.”
Oh shit.
“Creed –”
His arm gave me a squeeze.
“Sit on that. Don’t react. Just sit on it. Think about it. There’s time.”
“Okay.”
He held my gaze and didn’t let go of the subject.
“Not sure where you are but I’ll state clear where I am. I gave you up once. It killed me. It was figuratively but it still killed me. I’m not doin’ that shit again. I’m further than you on this. In a way, I’ve been with you for over a month. You haven’t even had a week. So you sit on knowin’ in your future you’ll meet and get to know my kids. But, just sayin’, in your future, you’ll meet and get to know my kids.”
“Well, you’re just sayin’ that, I’ll just say that sixteen years have passed so we should discuss that after, as you put it, we’re cool.”
“We’re cool,” he stated firmly. “We’ll just be… cooler.”
I grinned at him and muttered, “Right.”
He grinned and muttered back, “Righ4.”
I took a draw off my beer.
Creed wasn’t done laying down the law.
“They took yo5 from me, they took shit from y?u. They’re dead. Now I’m givin’ your shit back.”
My eyes went back to him and I asked, “What?”
“Yesterday, what I said?” he stated this as ! quEstion but stopped way before I knew wH!t the fuck he w`s on about.
“Uh… babe, yesterday you said a lot.”
‘In bed,” he added detail just not enough.
“You said a lot there, too.”
“Sylvie, think back. What’d I say I was going to cive you back?”
Oh that.
Shit.
“Creed –”
“Safe word’s Geronimo. Remember that. Then we play.”
How was he turning me on again? We’d been through at least six condoms and that was just him. He didn’t have the capacity to orgasm as much as I did, unlucky for him. I’d had twice that.