Hades Knights MC Box Set, page 11
part #1 of Hades Knights MC Series
“Awesome, I have some information on the baby’s mother, Daisy Munson. Did you know that she’s married to Kirk Munson? She was married to him before she got pregnant. It’s a good chance that the baby is his unless you remember having spent time with her,” Heather says, pursing her lips into a tight line.
Oh, fuck! She’s jealous, so that means that she cares. Yeah, right! I’m not falling for that shit.
“Kirk Munson? That name sounds familiar,” I say, looking out the window. I know that name, I’m just not sure from where. I run my hand through my hair, thinking.
“Well, I scheduled the pretrial hearing, and with the negative DNA test results and her marriage, we should be able to get this case dismissed. Of course, the DNA test will help, and we should have those results in a day or so. The hearing is next week,” Heather says, nodding.
I stare at her, listening to what she said, and the name Kirk Munson runs through my mind.
I know I heard that name, fuck! Damn, she could have told me all this over the phone. Now I have to fight my fucking lustful thoughts and deal with the fucking case.
Yeah, my body, soul, and heart don’t give a damn about the Paternity case. But Heather is fucking claiming my soul.
I look at her full breasts, and I can see her nipples harden. I lick my lower lip, and then I let my gaze travel up her neck to her pouty, sexy mouth.
She gasps and licks her lower lip, sending me into darker hungry need.
I then look up into her beautiful golden eyes, and time stops. I fall into her soul, feeling her fall deeply in mine.
“Creed,” Heather whispers, her lust-filled eyes dilate.
I know what she wants, but it’s not happening.
“Fuck, I need to go,” I say, pushing off the chair.
Heather pushes off her chair, walks around her desk, and reaches for my arm.
I’m so fucking weak, I pull her into my arms, taking her surprised moan into my mouth. I run my tongue over her lips, savoring her intoxicating taste. I slip my tongue into her mouth, stroking, sucking, and desperate to claim what’s mine.
My hands slowly roam up and down her back, and then I grab her delicious ass pulling her close to my aching flesh.
Heather’s arms wrap around my neck, melting into me just like she always did.
I move my hand to cup her swollen breast, and my thumb slides over her tight nipple.
I can’t get enough of her, I’m burning up, and I need her. I pull up her dress; I run my fingers under her wet thong.
Fuck, she’s so damn wet. I run my fingers up and down her flesh, and then I sink inside her.
Yes, just as tight as ever.
I kiss her deeply, taking her tongue, stroking and twirling our tongues in a hot kiss, taking over my senses.
Heather moves her hands down to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, and pulls down the zipper. She takes my swollen cock in her hands, moaning.
Fuck, I need her. I push her onto the desk, I tear off her thong, thrusting deep into her, taking her faster.
Heather whimpers, wraps her legs around my waist, and her arms keep me close to her lips.
“Yes, you feel so good,” Heather murmurs.
I take her mouth, kissing her deeply as I fuck her like crazy, and with all the pent-up need in my soul, my body.
Fuck, her pussy is clutching my cock so damn tight.
I move my hand to rub her swollen flesh, pushing her over the edge with me. I release all I have deep inside.
My heartbeat races, and I continue to kiss her until we regain control. I pull away to look into her sated golden eyes.
“I missed you,” Heather says, moving her hand to my cheek, rubbing her thumb over my lower lip.
“Oh yeah,” I say, pulling out of her.
I look at her beautiful pussy, wanting nothing more than to spend all day and night loving her.
I run my fingers over her swollen flesh, watching her gasp. I bring my finger up to suck her honey, growling.
“You want more? You want me to fuck you, Heather?” I ask, sinking my finger into her tight pussy. Oh fuck, I’m burning up.
“Yes,” Heather whispers, pulling me down for another kiss.
I grab her hips, plunging my cock deep inside of her, and I pump into her, holding onto her. My fingers dig into her flesh as I grind into her.
Heather holds on tight, moaning when she’s ready to fall over the edge.
I pull away from her lips and move my mouth down her neck, sucking and kissing.
“Faster,” Heather whispers, holding onto my shoulders, throwing back her head.
Hell yes, I thrust my hips fast, I need to fuck her hard. We fall over the edge together, as one.
God, I love her pussy.
I kiss and suck her neck, marking her, holding her tight.
After a few minutes, when I recover, I pull back and out of her, I tuck my cock back into my jeans.
Yeah, I want more, like always. Heather drives me insane.
Oh, fuck!
What did I just do?
Not only did I fuck her twice, but I went bareback.
What the fuck?
I never did this before. Heather wasn’t on the pill then, but is she now?
Nine
Heather
I sit up, gazing into his heated green eyes holding onto his arm.
Creed looks down, clenching his jaw, pulling his arm away.
“Uh, I’m sorry I got out of control, but it shouldn’t have happened,” Creed says, shaking his head. He runs his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes.
“Creed, I did want this to happen. We need to talk. I need to know what happened to us?” I say, looking up at Creed, sitting upright across from me.
“Really? Do you want to know why I didn’t call you? That’s fuckingtastic! That’s fucked up Heather, especially since you cheated on me! I fucking saw you at your house with some rich prick. What do you think I was going to do? I don’t share! Damn it; I thought we had something special. I thought that you felt the same as I did, but apparently, that was a lie. Right? You played me good,” Creed says, looking at me with menacing green eyes, his lip turns up into a snarl.
My chest painfully contracts, my heart races, and aches.
What is he talking about?
I don’t understand, a rich prick.
What man?
Does Creed feel betrayed?
Really?
Is he rejecting me again?
Oh my god!
This is so painful. I can’t believe that I’m feeling the same heartbreak as before.
I can’t breathe, and I can’t stop reaching for him.
Creed pulls his arm away, taking a step back, viciously growls.
“Don’t touch me,” Creed says, clenching his jaw. He crosses his thick arms, proudly lifting his head in an angry stance.
“Oh my god! Is that why you didn’t respond to my messages and calls? What guy?” I ask him, frowning.
“Yeah, there was some guy at your house. I was going to pick you up for our regular Friday night date, and that’s when I saw you in his arms,” Creed says, snarling. He takes a step back away from me.
I slide off the desk, pulling down my dress. I don’t understand what the hell Creed is talking about.
“How did he look?” I ask, looking at him. I push my hair away from my face. My forehead furrows, I gaze into his eyes, trying to see if he’s honest. I know that he’s an honorable and decent man, and that’s why I believe him that this child is not his.
“Huh, he was tall, athletic-looking, with dirty blonde hair,” Creed says, squinting his eyes. The muscle on the side of his face, throbs.
I gaze into Creed’s eyes, wracking my brain, trying to figure out who it was that he saw me with that day. I don’t know any guy that I would hug, only family.
Oh my god!
“Oh, that sounds like my cousin Ariel. I told you that I had a lunch date with my cousin. I can’t believe this,” I say, my eyes tear up.
“Yeah, Ariel? I thought would be a girl, not a guy,” Creed says, pursing his lips. He shakes his head.
“Creed, it’s the truth,” I say, gasping. My chest is tight, making it hard to breathe.
“Uh, I don’t know Heather. That sounds mighty convenient,” Creed says, shaking his head.
This is insane.
I can’t lose him again.
I know that he wants me, that he loves me as I do.
I push my hair from my face, gazing into his eyes, trying to reach him, to show him that I’m telling him the truth.
“What the fuck! You’re lying, that can’t be your cousin. I saw you in his arms, hugging you, and I walked away because I would be damned if I was going to see a motherfucker kiss my woman. Now you want me to believe that was your cousin, hell no! I’m not falling for that crap. I didn’t then, and I sure as hell wouldn’t now,” Creed says, shaking his head.
He walks over to the glass window, places his hands on the window frame, leaning down, looking out into the Sacramento River.
“I can prove it to you. I have a photo of Ariel at home in our family pictures,” I say, walking over to him. I place my hand on his arm, looking up at him.
Creed gasps, turning around and yanking his arm from my hand.
“I can’t do this right now; I need to go. Let me know when you get the test results,” Creed says, running his hands through his short hair. He stalks off towards my office door.
“Creed, please talk to me. Let me get the photo so you can see that it was my cousin,” I say, walking towards him.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s over and done,” Creed says, stopping at the doorway, looking over at me, his green eyes glitter dangerously.
“No, I know it’s not. I know that you still love me, that you still want me,” I say, taking a step closer to Creed.
Creed tilts his head, his eyes look at me, then slowly travel down to stare at my breasts, moaning. Then his heated green eyes gaze into my eyes, full of need.
“I didn’t use a condom. Are you on the pill?” Creed says, looking at me, raising his right eyebrow.
“Uh, no,” I say, biting my lower lip. My eyes widen, I chew my lower lip.
Oh my god!
Well, I don’t care.
I want his baby.
Creed’s eyes widen, he inhales deeply, clenching his jaw.
“Fanfuckingtastic! It’s not your fault; it’s mine. Damn, I need to clear my head,” Creed says, walking towards my door.
“Creed, please stay. We have so much to talk about,” I say, crossing my arms.
“I need to leave before I fuck you again. I need to think and gain some perspective on the matter,” Creed says, shaking his head he glances at me, clenching his jaw tight. He squints his eyes, looking at me from the top of my head to shoes, before turning away. He walks to the door and opens it.
My eyes tear up, and I bite my lip to stop from crying. I watch Creed leave my office.
At least he said that he’s going to think about it.
That’s good, right?
I have to get the photo from home and keep it in my purse for when I see him again. That will be soon.
Ten
Creed
I leave Heather’s office; I take long strides, anxious to get out of the building and back to the open road. I stop at the elevator pushing the button. I inhale deeply, trying to control my breathing. I exhale, turning to look down the hallway.
Should I go back to her?
No.
What if I knocked her up?
Fuck!
I should go back and talk to her.
No.
The elevator slides open, and I walk inside to the empty elevator compartment. I push the button, closing my eyes. The doors lock, and the elevator chugs down. I exit the elevator, walk down the foyer, and out the door. I breathe in the fresh air, walking into the parking lot thinking.
I’m not ready to talk yet.
I know that I will fuck her if I go back up there.
I need to think.
I do know that I still love her, that my soul is hers, and my heart beats only for her.
What I need to think about is if I can forgive myself for being such a fucking bastard. Heather doesn’t deserve to be with me, a fucking biker.
I’m not the same man that she knew back then. I’m not a saint. Yeah, I’ve done things that are not entirely legal, I have killed.
I don’t think that she will want me if and when she learns all about my life as a Hades Knight.
I need to think about this; I need to do some serious soul searching.
What if she’s telling me the truth?
That would mean that my macho jealous actions ruined our love, our relationship. All of these years hating her, trying to live with my broken heart, and a dead soul, was my stubborn fault.
Fuck!
I reach my bike, I slide my leg over, sitting onto the seat. I grab my helmet, clip the straps, and turn on the bike. It roars to life, drowning out my fucked-up thoughts.
I pull out of the parking lot, turning right onto the road. I ride down the crowded downtown streets, thinking about what Heather said, about how my body, soul, and heart wants her. I can’t deny it; she owns me even after all of this time. I know that she’s not lying, and I feel like a fucking fool.
I get onto the freeway, riding down the fast lane, of course, at the speed limit. The last thing I need right now is a fucking speeding ticket. A few minutes later, I exit the freeway. I ride down the street, I turn right, and then I’m at my parents’ home. I park in the driveway, turning off my bike. I take off my helmet, place it on my handlebars, and slide off my bike.
Eleven
Creed
I start to walk towards the front door, looking around the yard.
“Creed,” Georgina yells, running towards me. Her long wavy hair fly’s out behind her like a shimmering ribbon. She runs into my arms, hugging and laughing.
“Hey, shrimp. What’s your hurry?” I ask her, grabbing her. I smile down at her, looking at her big shiny, lime green eyes identical to mine.
“You’re here; I have so much to talk about, and to ask you,” Georgina says, laughing. She steps back and wraps her arm around mine.
We walk up the front steps and into the house. The house is warm, always feels like home. I don’t stay here because I have an apartment at Hades Asylum. I also want to keep the club’s business at the club. My Father is not able to get around like he once could, and I don’t want my family to be a target.
Seth and I come and visit once a week, and yeah, we spend time with them on the holidays.
“Hey,” Victoria says when I walk into the living room. She’s the middle sister and loves to read.
“Hi, come on and join us. I want to talk to you,” I say, nodding at Victoria.
“Ok, I’ll be there in a few,” Vicky says, smiling at me. She gathers her hair to the right side, draping it over her chest.
“Right, so I take it that Paige is not home,” I say, stand in the living room. Paige is the oldest girl, and she’s going to law school.
“No, she’s still at school,” Vicky says, looking up at me.
“Ok, well, I’m coming back to get you in a few, if you don’t come and join us. It’s family time,” I say, grinning.
“Ok,” Vicky says, nodding. She continues reading her book. Shaking my head, I walk into the kitchen, and I hug my mother kissing her cheek.
“Hey, Mom, the food smells good. I miss your cooking,” I say, looking into the pot.
“Oh yeah, then you need to come by every day for dinner,’ Mom says, chuckling. She stirs the chicken that she’s cooking.
“Son, I’m so glad to see you. Come on over here and tell me about the business,” my dad says, smiling. He points at the chair next to him. I laugh, shaking my head.
“Father, what do you want to know? I’m busy fighting a Paternity case right now,” I say, sliding onto the chair next to him.
“What the fuck! Why in hell are you dealing with a Paternity case? Son, you’re a grown-ass man, I know I taught you better than that, so what happened?” Father asks, holding onto the wheelchair armrest.
I move my hand to rub my beard, looking over at my mom. She walks over to us, pulls out a chair, and sits down, looking at me.
“Creed, spit it out,” Mom says, crossing her arms. She purses her lips, furrowing her forehead.
I look at her and then at my Father, sighing deeply.
“I don’t have a clue who this girl is, and I sure as hell always use condoms. I know that the kid is not mine,” I say, rubbing my neck, closing my eyes.
“Fuck, Creed, you best take care of this issue asap. Use the club’s attorneys, that’s what they are there for.” Father says, leaning on the right armrest.
“Yeah, I have the attorney working on it,” I say, looking at my mom.
“I’m excited and at the same time, concerned. I pray that it turns out good,” Mom says, clasping her hands.
“Yeah, it will. The attorney is sharp, and we’re waiting on the DNA tests,” I say, looking at my little sister Georgina.
“Hey Gina, get me a beer,” I say, winking at her.
“Ok, but you have to promise me that you will come to my birthday party and your brothers will come too,” Georgina says, grinning. Her face is flushed and excited.
“Yeah, yeah, but why would want a bunch of old bikers at your party anyway?” I say, laughing, shaking my head.
Georgina pulls the refrigerator door and grabs a beer.
“Dad, do you want one?” Georgina yells, looking over her shoulder.
“Yes, sweetie,” Father says, smiling at his youngest.
Georgina walks back with the two open beer bottles. She gives me one and hands Father the other one.
I take a pull on the beer, and then I set it on the table.
“What’s it that you want with Hades Knights, shrimp. Father, are you good about this?” I say, looking over at my Father.
“Damn, I did fight it, but you know your sister and your mother wouldn’t let up. Your mom wants them over to help with the party, and to keep an eye on the guests, make sure things don’t get too out of hand.” Father says, taking a pull of his beer.
