Page 14 of Creed

“Morgan?”

I turned and smiled when I saw Lacey Deters and her group of friends I knew from high school. They were among the few girls that would talk to me back in the day. I had a reputation of a lot of things thanks to Deanna and Bethany, but that also included being a snobby bitch, just like the tabloids called me. But thankfully, there were a handful of female students that were too smart to pay attention to rumors.

“Lacey! It’s great to see you.”

“Welcome home, Morgan!” She squealed then hugged me. I recognized each of the girls by name and they all gave me hugs then welcomed me home. The entire time we talked my dinner ticket was burning a hole in my pocket and my mouth was watering because of the greasy but delicious aroma in the air. I knew I had to get my plate before they ran out of the chicken.

Finally, Patrick returned with my beer, and I excused myself to stand in line for dinner. The line was long, and I sent Patrick back to the bar for more beer twice before I made it tothe food. I put my beer on the tray then made it down the line as the auxiliary women placed the food on my plate. Then I got to the desserts and once again my mouth watered. I understood the long line at that point. It took me forever to choose which dessert I wanted. They were all on individual paper plates and ready for my taking, but I couldn’t decide if I wanted apple pie or a piece of cake.

“Keep the line moving, Morgan! You’re embarrassing me.” Patrick complained.

“There’s too many hard decisions to make. These are all homemade!” I defended my inability to make what should have been an easy decision. I resorted to eeny meeny miny moe and the pie won.

Patrick and I found our parents and sister sitting with Uncle Darren, a few deputies, and they had saved seats at our table for more people to come. I didn’t pay much attention because my eyes were focused on the chicken on my plate. Nobody could ever understand what summers were like for a Hoosier that missed out on festival chicken every year. I gave myself a moment of silence and appreciation before I lifted a beautiful leg to my mouth and was just about to take a heavenly bite, when the building began rumbling and I could feel the vibration of engines.

“They’re here!” Someone announced. Most people stood to walk outside and greet the bikers, but fuck that! I had a piece of greasy heaven in my fingers. Of course, just when I thought I was going to take a bite, someone would ask me a question. Finally, my dad started telling a story and the focus was off me. I shut my eyes and was just about to take a bite for the second time when I felt goosebumps rise on my skin and the aroma of the chicken was shared with a familiar scent.

“Creed! We saved you a seat!” Savannah hopped up and made her way behind me. I was guessing she was giving him a hug, but not even Creed and my body’s reaction to him would ruin the moment I finally bit into that glorious piece of chicken and moaned.

Annoyance

Creed

When I was fifteen, I went through an awkward stage. I was interested in girls and couldn’t quite keep certain things under control. It was normal for a kid, but damn it was hard. There was one girl that worked at an ice cream parlor near our summer home that made me instantly hard the moment I saw her. Problem was, she was eighteen and treated me more like a little brother rather than a kid that was the big man on campus back at prep school. I was excelling in hockey and football, which left me with girls galore that wanted my attention. I was a completely different guy when I was around her. She made my palms sweat and my heart race, not to mention the almost permanent boner I had to constantly hide. She liked to mess up my hair and talk to me like I was a young child. The next summer, I made a promise to myself that I would march straight in that ice cream parlor and make her mine. I was determined to show her I was not some little kid, but a real man. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there and had moved away for college. I never felt that way about another girl since, then I got that same strange and uncomfortable feeling I felt that one summer once again while on the plane when I was coming home from LA. Then ithappened again at the general store when I was standing behind a woman with a killer body as I spoke with Mrs. Hoffman.

That afternoon I was pissed when it returned, and I learned the raven haired beauty that was stirring up all those weird feelings was none other than Morgan Rossi. Her scent alone gave me an instant hard on, but then I stood behind her as she sat at our table, and she moaned. Fucking moaned!

Why did that piss me off? That’s simple, it was because she was Morgan Rossi. I grew up with girls like her and all they cared about was status. I was surrounded by them, hell I even fucked them, but then I saw the innocence in the eyes of the girl at the ice cream shop. She always wore jean shorts and a t-shirt when she was working, but when she was off work she let her beautiful blond hair down and she always wore gorgeous sundresses. It was never anything revealing, and that smile she would give me was bright and cheerful. I knew then and there I was attracted to innocence. Not the youthful type of innocence, but girls that respected themselves and didn’t have much sexual experience. To know there was not many other men to touch them or see their beautiful bodies before me did something to me.

Morgan Rossi was anything but innocent. Every man on the planet probably saw that fine ass and those amazing fake tits since she made movies where she flaunted them bare to the world. Not just that, but she was rich and definitely spoiled. I could still hear the whiney voices of the girls back home and they were like nails on a chalkboard. They saw status and dollar signs and that’s all. They didn’t care who a man was deep down in his soul. They cared how deep his wallet was and what he could buy them. Just like my mother, they’d get bored and take off with half the man’s hard earned money. My dad was a good manwho worked hard to build on to his father’s empire, but once my mother got bored with us she moved on to someone younger than my dad, and he didn’t have kids to weigh her down. My mother was a stuck up bitch who never had the time or patience for her own son.

My soul was suddenly attracted to the very contradiction of the kind of woman I liked. There was no explanation for why my heart raced, my palms got sweaty, and I had an instant hard on when I was near the most spoiled woman in Cold Springs. Her presence should have had the opposite effect on me. I didn’t give a damn that she made movies, that she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, or that she was rich. If anything, all that sparkle and shine was a turn off. I had personal connections to the people she surrounded herself with back in California and I wanted nothing to do with her.

I looked in her eyes one time and damn if I didn’t see flashes of disturbing things in them. I hadn’t felt that attracted to anyone since I was fifteen years old, but with Morgan it was far more intense.

She moaned again and it was as if nobody else was in the room. She was damn lucky I didn’t grab her by the arm and shove us both in a closet just to keep other men from hearing her pleasure. I did not share women, and I felt possessive of one I didn’t even know or like. I worked damn hard to get Dahlia where I had her and I could already see all that hard work going straight out the window. When I met Dahlia she was sweet and innocent. She worked at a daycare, was a college student, and had everything I liked. She was bashful, funny, and blond with big brown eyes. It took me months to get her to sign that contract. She agreed not to see other men, be available when needed, and I paid for her apartment and her tuition. Sheunderstood the agreement. She was not to fuck around with other men, but there was no future for us.

I had no plans to ever settle down in a marriage where a woman could rip my heart out and leave me with kids to raise on my own. I wouldn’t ever be the man my mother turned my father into, he was just a shell of his former self. He was weak and it disgusted me. I promised myself I’d never be him. I’d never live my life longing for a woman that used me, waste my life away behind a desk, and I would do something with my life that mattered more than making money. I wanted to change the world and make it a better place, and never be the weak man I saw in my father. I had to be big and strong, protect the less fortunate, and be a hero. It took a war to teach me that I’d never be a hero. For every successful mission lives were taken, and a man that could snap the neck of another human being and not think twice, would never be a hero.

Unlike Axton and Drakos, I liked fucking the same woman more than once. I liked the familiarity, and the sex got better with time. I’d study her body and how it reacted to my touch, and she would do the same. I wasn’t a Saint, and just because I only fucked Dahlia didn’t mean I didn’t like getting sucked off by other women between visits. Our contract specifically said I wouldn’t have intercourse but other sexual favors by other women were permitted. Dahlia, on the other hand, was not to touch or be touched by another man. Our contract was good for one year and that year was almost up. It was time to either move on or re-sign the contract for another year. I hadn’t made up my mind yet. On one hand I was ready to set Dahlia free so she could live her life with the possibility of finding someone that made her happy, but on the other hand, I wasn’t sure I wanted to give up that familiarity. She wanted to re-sign the contract but to me that was a bit of a red flag. Shewas not to get attached or become dependent on my financial support. I was to leave her as amazing as she was when I met her. She was independent, confident, and respected herself, and I didn’t want to do any harm to her.

When Bolton learned my contract girl was a college student she almost kicked my ass, but changed her mind when she learned Dahlia was twenty six and had went back to college to finish her degree. I didn’t fuck anyone under twenty five as a rule. I might have liked innocence, but I also needed maturity, so they understood the agreement.

“Oh my God I feel so at home right now.” Morgan moaned again as she took another bite, and I shifted to hide my arousal.

I looked at Jenny who was talking my ear off about the veterans fundraiser that was coming up the following month.

“I look forward to it and you have some great ideas. Maybe we should schedule a planning meeting for next week.” I said.

“That’s sounds perfect. Go ahead and get your food then come back. I’d like to introduce you to my daughter.”

I gave her a nod. “Absolutely, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” I turned then went to stand in line. I was amazed at how much I loved fundraisers in Indiana. There were no black tie events like I was forced to attend as a young man. Nobody was bragging about their billion dollar deals or trying to arrange their daughter to marry me. The food was amazing, and it didn’t cost a grand per plate that only bought you a small portion of food. The fried chicken was enough of a reason to throw a party. Holy shit there was nothing like it. Beer was served in red solo cups, people would be dancing later as if they were at a danceclub, and nobody gave two shits about how thick my wallet was or judged the women by their dresses. Most people wore jeans or shorts and a t-shirt, unless you were Morgan fucking Rossi. I just watched her walk to the bar in a fucking summer dress. A fucking summer dress! Not the sexy kind either. It was white with tiny flowers and spaghetti straps. It didn’t hug her gorgeous body, and if I were the father of a daughter I would have approved of the dress. It went to her knees, and it was tasteful, maybe even classic. Fucking hell, it made her look innocent. She must have changed since I saw her at the tavern. Her beautiful thick dark hair was long and wavy. The dress was what some might call adorable, and she was wearing wedge sandals. There I was, standing in line with balled fists and my eyes squeezed shut as I imagined bending her over and lifting that dress to expose a sexy white lace thong. Then I would have smacked her gorgeous bare ass for wearing something so revealing under that adorable dress. Then she would confess something that wasn’t even a big deal just to get me to smack her ass again because she loved it. I gulped then opened my eyes to see a pair of dark brown eyes. “Drakos, what the fuck, man?”

He began laughing. “No, that’s what I should be asking you. What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing.” I snapped at him.

“You’re standing here looking like you’re about to rip someone’s head off while the line moved forward ten feet in front of you.” I didn’t appreciate his amusement as he talked.

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