Page 60 of Creed

“Really? Because in the entire existence of this place nothing like this has ever happened with the wives. Everyone is drunk and all those prospects sitting over in the corner pouting have to get us all home.” He wrapped his arms around me, and I leaned back into his chest.

“Its just a little fun.”

“You deserve it, Morgan.” He kissed my cheek.

I was done. I was wrapped up in his warmth and I never wanted to move. I could have curled up right there and fell asleep, but I guess eleven o’clock hit and the bar changed. It was time for the show.

“We should go home.” Creed said.

“No, I want to stay and see what happens. Does Josh turn into a pumpkin or something?”

“What happens now isn’t for innocent eyes.” He said.

“Do you think I’m a nun or something?”

One of his hands let go of me and he pointed at some doors on the other side of the room. “It turns into a sex club, Morgan. If you’re lucky they will go into one of those rooms, but most don’t give a shit. You grew up knowing Josh, so do you really want to see him fucking some chick against the wall or getting sucked off?”

I gulped. “Not really, but I am curious. Do you do those things? Hang out here normally?”

He kissed my cheek again and whispered lightly into my ear. “No, not normally, and we are both drunk. Let’s get out of here before it gets too crazy.” His grip on me became tighter and I could feel what was hard under me. “This will fuck with both of our heads, Morgan. Please can we go?”

I adjusted the way I was sitting, just so my butt would rub up against what was hiding behind his zipper. “I would like one more drink and to see the start of the show. I played a stripper once and…”

He put his hand over my mouth. “Do not finish that sentence. The last thing I need to hear right now is anything about you stripping.”

Josh pulled up a chair and glared at me then at Creed. “I thought you’d head out with the wives?”

Yeah, he wanted me gone so he could have his fun. I’d easily admit I didn’t want to see someone I knew my whole life get it on with some girl.

“She wants one last drink and to say goodbye to everyone.” Creed said as he still had his hand over my mouth.

I removed his hand. “I want to watch the show and critique the girls. I played a stripper once and I was pretty good at it. You know I’m also a dancer, right?”

Creed groaned behind me and Josh laughed.

“Morgan, things get pretty crazy here and I don’t think its appropriate for you to stay.” Josh looked behind me and I saw sudden regret on his face. I then heard a growl and turned to see who was standing behind me.

“Oh, hell no!” I stood and put my hand on Patrick’s chest and started to push him toward the exit of the bar. Creed stopped me and I narrowed my eyes on him. “Not my little brother!”

“Calm down, Morgan. He’s only here to scope the place out to see if he wants to prospect.” Creed defended himself.

“You are not sending my little brother on missions or getting him sucked off in public. He already has a bad reputation as a little slut in town.”

“Me? Morgan, most of the world has seen your bare ass. You don’t get to judge.” Patrick defended himself.

Creed spoke up. “He’s not prospecting for missions. We all agree it would be good to have a first responder living here. Not everyone takes missions.”

“But you’ll let him fuck these girls in public? What if someone takes photos and sells them to the tabloids? What if he catches a disease? He’s just a cute little brother, not a sex addict!” I looked at Patrick. “You’re not an addict, right?”

He shook his head no.

“Liar! I’m telling mom!” I threatened him and his eyes grew.

Creed and Josh both laughed but Josh decided to speak. “You should have been here thirty minutes ago to see your sister on stage.”

Patrick narrowed his eyes at Creed. “What the hell, man? You’re supposed to keep her safe and out of trouble. Look at her, she’s swaying. How much did she drink?”

Creed chuckled. “It was perfectly PG, well maybe not PG but close, more like rated for mature audiences. She was enjoying ladies night and let loose with the girls. She had a little too much to drink and was showing the wives how to pole dance. She was fully clothed.”

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