His sacrifice, p.9
His Sacrifice, page 9
“God damn,” Creed growled.
God damn, indeed.
As his fingers found my clit, I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure as I moved up and down his shaft. Creed’s lips never left my body, his kisses growing more demanding as he brought me closer to the edge. His cock filled me full, and a moan ripped from my lips.
“Come for me, Jada,” he whispered against my lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
With a final, desperate thrust, I fell apart in his arms, my body shaking with the force of my climax. Creed held me close, his lips capturing my cries of pleasure as he followed me over the edge, his own release shuddering through him.
We clung to each other, both of us breathless and spent, the air thick with the scent of our passion. As the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, I rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the confined space of the car.
“That was...” I started, struggling to find the words.
“Incredible,” Creed finished for me, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
I nodded, my heart still racing. “Yeah, incredible.”
He pressed a tender kiss to my lips before gently guiding me back into my seat. “Let’s go upstairs,” he said, his voice soft but filled with promise.
We adjusted our clothes and stepped out of the car, our legs a bit unsteady. As we made our way to the elevator, Creed’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. The ride up was silent but charged with the lingering heat of our encounter.
When we reached his penthouse, Creed opened the door and led me inside. The space was just as I remembered it – sleek, modern, and distinctly him. He turned to me, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and affection.
“Stay with me tonight,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I’d like that, but I didn’t bring my overnight bag.”
Creed pulled me into his arms, his lips capturing mine in a slow, tender kiss. “That’ll teach you to listen to me next time,” he whispered against my lips.
It was different from the heated passion in the car – this was deeper, more intimate. We made our way to his bedroom, shedding our clothes and inhibitions along the way.
The bed was soft beneath us as we tumbled onto it, our bodies coming together once more. This time, the pace was slower, more deliberate. Creed’s hands moved over me with a reverence that made my heart ache with emotion.
He whispered my name like a prayer, his lips worshiping every inch of my skin. I responded in kind, my hands exploring his body, memorizing every plane and angle. We moved together, our connection deepening with every touch, every kiss, and thrust.
When we finally found release again, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. We held each other close, our bodies entwined, and I felt a sense of peace and contentment that I hadn’t known was possible.
Creed’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. “I want this to be real, Jada,” he said softly. “No more pretending. I don’t want to play games and wonder what the other is thinking.”
I looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “Are you serious?”
He nodded. “I know this all started because of Candace but that sure as shit didn’t feel fake to me.”
“I thought maybe you were a really good actor,” I sighed.
“I’m not acting, Jada. Are you?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Not even for a second,” I whispered.
He smiled, a look of relief and happiness washing over his face. “Good.”
I settled into Creed’s arms and laid my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me. The warmth of his body against mine was comforting, grounding me.
“What are you going to do about Candace now?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“The plan hasn’t changed, gorgeous. If anything, with the way you and I can’t keep our hands off each other, she’s likely to make her move sooner rather than later.”
“All we did was dance, Creed,” I laughed, the memory of our earlier moments bringing a smile to my face.
“And we also fucked like rabbits in the garage, Jada. If what you think is true, Candace is watching your every move.”
“You don’t think she saw...” I trailed off, embarrassment growing at the thought of Candace or her goons witnessing our intimate moment.
“At the time, we weren’t worried about anything other than us, so her or one of her goons might have watched.” Creed shrugged. “I’m sure they got an eyeful.”
I cringed and wrinkled my nose. “Let’s not do that in the garage again, okay?” Sure, it had been hot as hell and a first time for me, but I wasn’t into being watched.
Creed pressed a kiss to my lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “At least not until Candace is out of the picture.”
“Creed,” I laughed. “You’re being insatiable.”
His hands ran over my body and pulled me on top of him, his grip firm and possessive. “Can you blame me?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “I just got you, and there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to give you up anytime soon.”
I looked down at him, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. “I don’t want you to give me up,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.
He captured my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you right here, with me.”
The looming threat of Candace was still there, but with Creed by my side, I felt like we could face anything.
“So, we just carry on?” I asked, my voice muffled against his chest.
“We stay close, keep up the act, and draw her out. She’s bound to make a mistake; when she does, we’ll be ready.”
I nodded, feeling a sense of determination settle over me. “I just want this to be over,” I admitted.
“Me, too, gorgeous. Me, too.”
Chapter Eighteen
Creed
“You two don’t have anything better to do?” Tatum asked, glancing between Murphy and me.
Murphy shook his head. “You know you guys aren’t going to be left alone.”
Tatum put her hands on her hips. “So both of you need to be here?”
I glanced at Murphy and shrugged. “I’m not going anywhere.” It had been a week since Jada and I had hooked up, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be away from her unless I needed to be.
We were all at a standstill until Candace showed her ugly mug. I figured I might as well spend my time with Jada until that happened.
“I don’t got shit to do either,” Murphy sighed.
Tatum threw her hands in the air. “Well, then let’s go get coffee. Jada and I have to do inventory this afternoon, and I always need a good caffeine jolt to get me through.”
Murphy and Tatum exchanged a glance and then walked out the door, their footsteps echoing through the quiet shop. The bell above the door dinged as they left, and I turned my attention back to the shop.
“Creed,” Jada called. “Can you come help me?”
I pushed off the counter and headed toward Jada’s office.
“I’m in the historical section,” she called.
I veered off to the left and found Jada in the last row of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. She was putting a few books on the shelves, and I moved behind her, looping my arms around her waist and pulling her back to my front. “What are you up to, gorgeous?” I whispered.
She hummed under her breath and turned her head to press a kiss to my lips. “Is someone here?”
I shook my head and slipped my hand under her shirt. “Tatum and Murphy went to go get coffee.”
“Yeah?” she whispered, pressing her ass into my dick and tossing her head to the side, exposing her neck to me.
“You missed me, gorgeous?” I asked. I press a trail of kisses to her neck, and a moan escaped her lips.
She nodded, her breathing quickening.
“How long do you think we have until they’re back?” I asked.
“Ten minutes?” Jada guessed.
“And if anyone comes in, the bell will ring, right?” I whispered against her skin.
“Yes,” she sighed.
That was the only thing I needed to hear. “Drop your pants, bend over, and hold onto the bookshelf in front of you,” I ordered.
Jada’s breath hitched, but she did what I asked. She undid her pants and let them fall to her ankles before bending over, gripping the edge of the bookshelf.
I dropped my pants to my ankles and stroked my cock while I watched her bend over in front of me. “We gotta be quick, gorgeous.” I smoothed my hand over her supple ass and stepped toward her.
She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with need. “Fuck me, Creed,” she ordered.
I positioned myself behind her, sliding my cock against her wetness before thrusting inside her. The sensation was electrifying, and I gripped her hips, setting a fast, hard pace.
Jada’s moans filled the small space between the bookshelves, her fingers clutching the edges of the shelf. I leaned over her, my lips finding the curve of her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin.
“God, you feel so good,” I groaned, my hands sliding up her shirt to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples.
She pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts with equal fervor. “Creed,” she gasped, her voice laced with urgency.
The risk of being caught added to the thrill, making each movement, each thrust, even more intense. The sound of our bodies coming together was almost drowned out by her moans and my grunts of pleasure.
I felt her walls tighten around me, and I knew she was close. I reached down between her legs, finding her clit, and rubbed in quick, tight circles.
“Come for me, Jada,” I whispered in her ear, my voice rough with desire.
Her body tensed, and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I followed her, my own release shuddering through me.
We stayed there for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, lost in the aftermath. I slowly pulled out of her, pressing a kiss to her back before helping her straighten up and fix her clothes.
“That was...” Jada started, still catching her breath.
“Amazing,” I finished for her, a satisfied smile spreading across my face.
She nodded, her cheeks flushed. “I don’t think I’ll ever find the historical section boring again.”
We adjusted our clothes and stepped out from behind the bookshelves, both of us trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. The bell above the door dinged again, and I glanced over to see Tatum and Murphy walking back in, each carrying a cup of coffee.
“Everything okay?” Tatum asked, eyeing us suspiciously.
“Just fine,” I replied, wrapping an arm around Jada’s waist and pulling her close. “We were just getting a little... inventory done.”
Tatum raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Murphy just shook his head and laughed, clearly amused by the situation.
“Do you think they know?” Jada whispered.
Oh, they knew what we had just done, but I didn’t care.
It didn’t matter where we were; if I had the chance to have Jada, I was going to take it.
Chapter Nineteen
Jada
“Stop looking at me.”
Tatum raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to figure out if you’re still my best friend.”
I rolled my eyes and set the inventory sheets on my desk. We had counted every book in the store, and tomorrow, I was going to go over everything and hope all the numbers added up correctly.
“Of course, I’m still your best friend. Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked.
Tatum pointed toward the front of the store. “You wanna tell me when you and Creed went from fake dating to doing it in the historical section?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” If Creed and I had taken one minute longer, Tatum and Murphy would have seen a whole lot more than just Creed and me looking a little flushed.
Tatum folded her arms over her chest. “This is how you’re going to play it?”
“I don’t even know what it is, Tatum, so it’s hard for me to tell you about it.”
“Start from the beginning, and let it all out, girlfriend,” she laughed.
So I did. All of it. Even the part of spending time with my mom.
Tatum knew about my mom, but she had never gone with me to see her because I never let her. I hadn’t told Tatum where she was just to ensure she didn’t just show up. I would have probably stayed the same way with Creed if it hadn’t been for him insisting on driving me around.
I did leave out the sex in the garage. I was still weirded out by the fact that someone might have watched us.
“So?” I asked when I was done. “You don’t have anything to say?”
Tatum blinked slowly and shook her head. “Only you would be celibate for years and decide to get back in the game with a sexy mafia man who you’re supposed to pretend to fall in love with, but then you fall in love with him.”
“I’m not in love, Tatum. We’re just...” I wasn’t sure what we were. Getting to know each other?
“Just falling in love with him,” Tatum whispered.
“I barely know him, Tatum. We’re dating and trying to get the evil Candace to come out. You can take that love word out of your mouth.”
Tatum eyed me knowingly.
“Stop looking at me.” Tatum was the one person in this world who really knew me. It was like she knew what I was thinking and feeling without even telling her.
“Does Murphy know that you and Creed are rocking the boat?” she asked. “Because if he knew and didn’t tell me, that boy is going to have some explaining to do.”
“I have no idea what anyone else knows, Tatum. You and Creed are the only people I really talk to.” That sounded pretty pathetic.
“Well, just know if he hurts you, I’ve been reading up on karate when the store is slow.” She widened her stance and slowly moved her hands around in a circular motion.
“You’ve been reading about karate?” I laughed. “I think you need actually to do karate to say that you know it.”
Tatum shrugged. “Details.”
My phone dinged, and I pulled it out to see a text from an unknown number.
“Jada?” Tatum called. “You look like a ghost texted you.”
I stared down at my phone, petrified.
“Creed!” Tatum shouted. “Creed!”
For a second, I had forgotten about Candace. She was always on the edge of my mind, but she hadn’t been front and center since she messaged me over a week ago.
“What the hell is wrong?” Murphy demanded. He stood in the doorway of my office, and Creed pushed past him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked me.
“Sh-sh-she just texted me. I di-di-didn’t open it.” I shakily handed him my phone. I had promised that he would know the second Candace texted me, and I lived up to my word. I didn’t want to tell her a single thing, but something told me that wasn’t going to happen.
Creed handed the phone to Murphy and then wrapped me up in my arms. “Shh, it’s okay, gorgeous. You did great.”
“What if she can hear us?” I whispered. Time to pull my tin foil hat out again.
“I’m going to say that she can’t hear you,” Murphy announced. “She wants you to meet her tonight. She sent an address and a time.”
“If she could hear everything you were saying, she wouldn’t need to meet with you, right?” Tatum pointed out. “I mean, what’s the point of getting information from you when she just needed to listen to you on your phone? She could have just done that without having even to tell you.”
“You’re right, baby girl,” Murphy agreed. “She’s probably just watching you.”
“Right now?” I gasped.
“She could be,” Creed sighed. “Whatever we do next, we have to be careful.”
“She can’t find out that you know,” I worried. “If she finds out, she’s going to hurt my mom. Please, Creed,” I cried. “You can’t let her find out I told you.”
“Shh, gorgeous. She’s not going to find out. I told you nothing is going to happen to you or your mom,” he promised.
Murphy pulled out his phone. “She wants to meet in two hours. We need to get with Leo and find out what he wants her to tell Candace.”
“You guys can’t go rushing out of here,” Tatum pointed out. “You do that, and if she is watching, she’s going to know that Jada told you guys.”
“She can’t know,” I insisted.
“So, we don’t move. We do what we normally do. Once the store closes, Tatum and Murphy go home. You act like you’re going home, and I’ll go somewhere.” Creed threw his hands up in the air.
My phone buzzed again.
Murphy looked at it and shook his head. “Yeah, she is definitely watching you.” He held out the phone to Creed and me. “Tell the Ken doll and your mother is dead,” I read off. Another message appeared, this time a picture.
I stumbled back when the picture downloaded. “Oh my god,” I gasped.
It was a picture of Candace sitting next to my mom at the Larson House. Both of them were smiling brightly for the camera, and Candace’s arm was around my mother’s shoulders.
“Fucking bitch,” Creed shouted.
Murphy took the phone back.
“She’s with my mom, Creed. She has to know I told you. Why would she see my mom if she didn’t know I told you about her?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. “I have to go. I have to make sure she’s okay.” I was so careful about who I told about my mom because I didn’t want her to get hurt, and now Candace was just waltzing in there, making friends with her, and taking pictures.
“She doesn’t know,” Murphy called from the other side of the room. “Look at the digital clock behind them. She took this photo before she even talked to you.” Murphy tossed the phone to Creed.
