Creed: Fallen Angel's MC by Erin Trejo

thinking it’s for the best I hear him.
    “Who the fuck told you to walk off?” The Creed I came here with is now back and in full force.
    I don’t answer him but I keep walking. He needs time to figure himself out as much as I do.
    Hands wrap around my waist before I’m yanked into his hard chest.
    “I didn’t fuckin’ tell you to move did I?” The slight growl has my pussy throbbing for him. I don’t understand how he can do this to me.
    “You need to be alone. I can see it.” I try to reason it out with him but that doesn’t go so well.
    “If I wanted to be alone darlin’ you wouldn’t be here.” His voice is rough and sexy as hell.
    “What do you want from me Creed?” I decide to put it out there and at least get an answer from him. I don’t know what’s running through his head.
    His hands let go of me, I turn to face him.
    “What do you want?” My voice pleads with him. I need to know what he’s thinking. I hate not knowing.
    “I want you Jada. You are all I’ve ever wanted. I tried to move past you and find someone else but I can’t.”  His eyes burn into my soul.
    “I love you Creed. I’ve always loved you. Since we were kids you stole my heart.” Tears clog my throat as I look at him. His eyes fill with unshed tears.
    “You mean everything to me.” I lean into him, brushing my lips across his. My body shudders from the touch of him. He makes me crave things that I never knew I wanted. His body owns mine and his heart has mine its grasp.
    “I want to own every piece of you Jada.” Creed’s tongue runs across my lips before he crushes his mouth against mine. I savor the flavor of his lips, his tongue.
    “This is a fucking cemetery.” A voice sounds off behind us. Creed let’s go of me quickly shoving me behind him in a protective move.
    “Creed?” Is that Cher? Oh my god!
    “Cher?” Stepping out from behind Creed, I see her standing there with a bouquet of flowers. I swallow hard as I take in my old best friend.
    “Jada? Oh my god!” Tears fill her eyes before we rush towards each other.  We grab each other in a teary embrace, holding tight to our old friendship.
    “What are you doing here? Where have you been?” A million questions rip from Cher’s mouth as I smile at her. She looks beyond amazing.
    “It’s a long story. What are you doing back?” Wiping my eyes, she wipes her as well. God, I have missed this girl.
    “I graduated but I came back for my mom. She was a mess when my dad died.” Her dad died? Oh my god, I didn’t know.
    “Cher, I’m so sorry I didn’t know.” Cher shakes her head.
    “You were already gone when I came back. No one knew how to find you.” Her eyes dart from me to Creed and back again.
    “You too. I saw you around from time to time but you never stayed.” Turning to Creed, I remember what he said. He watched me for a while. Cher must have seen him around.
    “I was around for a while. You look good Cher.” Creed doesn’t smile or move. He just stands there still as could be.
    “So do you. Different.” She smiles over at him before looking back at me.
    “Are you two together?” She looks back and forth when Creed speaks.
    “Yeah, we are.” My heart slams in my chest when he says it. I want to jump on him and kiss him but I don’t.
    “Everything good brother?” Tank walks up behind us. Cher and I both turn at the same time to see the massive man standing there.
    “God damn!” Cher’s words make me laugh. This girl has never been shy about what she thinks of men.
    “This is Tank. Tank this Cher, an old friend.” Creed introduces them before Tank steps forward gripping her hand. A slight giggle bubbles into my throat at the blush on Cher’s cheeks.
    “Nice to meet you darlin’.” Creed steps forward grabbing my hand to pull me away.
    “We are goin’ to eat. You can join us. Tank drive that woman.” Tank doesn’t even think twice before he pulls Cher along with him.
    “You are not playing matchmaker.”