Page 61 of Creed

Patrick scoffed. “When is she ever fully clothed? Do you know how much money I’ve donated to the church to have her added to the prayer list?” He then looked at me. “Why can’t I have two normal sisters instead of just one? You don’t have to keep flaunting your ass around the world, Morgan.” He looked at Creed and Josh who were already laughing. “The one time my dad forgets the condom at sixteen, and do you see what happens?” He pointed at me. “This is the result. Try growing up to all your buddies jacking off to your sisters movie posters and bragging about it!”

The guys were laughing too hard to stand straight, and Patrick was being serious. I shoved my finger into his chest. “Youare the little brother. Why not go make your own friends and not come here to fuck alongside mine? Get a life, Patrick!”

“Morgan, lets go. Patrick is a grown man and can make his own decisions.” Creed tried to pull me away.

“He can make his own decisions? Creed, this is the kid that got caught fingering our cousin, Kimberly, at a family reunion when he was fourteen!”

Creed and Josh got disgusted looks on their faces. “What the fuck, man?”

Patrick narrowed his eyes on me. “You know I had to go to therapy for that, Morgan. I didn’t know she was my cousin. She said her last name was Simon!”

“We were at a family reunion, Patrick! You shamed our entire family! All sides!” He was out of his mind if he thought I was going to leave him at a sex club.

“How was I supposed to know her mom’s maiden name was Rossi? We were at a state park for God’s sake!” He defended himself. “The place was huge and there were more families there than just ours!”

“Places like family reunions aren’t meant for hooking up! Damn you can be so dumb.” I shook my head in shame.

Patrick pointed his finger at me. “Hey, you know I was the victim that day. She knew who I was and came on to me!” Patrick looked at Creed. “She was raised in Arkansas and acted like it was perfectly normal. I still have nightmares. Never attended another family reunion again.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s because the entire family vowed to never have a reunion again after that day. Everyone was pretty damn traumatized, especially great grandma.”

“Thank God.” Creed laughed at Patrick.

“You’re embarrassing me, Morgan. You’re not supposed to tell anyone that story.”

“I’m embarrassing you? I’ve found you at a sex club!” I was so pissed. Not only because of the sex club thing, but I didn’t want my little brother risking his life more than he already did. What if they decided to send him on a mission or something?

“It won’t be just me. Uncle Darren is making a few decisions himself.” Patrick smiled like he won or something.

“Ewe! Gross!” I gagged.

Creed put his hand on my shoulder. “Everything is fine, Morgan. The prospects are watching Patrick. He’s not permitted to touch any of the girls. Only members can touch them, remember my safe sex rules? The STD testing? He can watch but he can’t touch.” Creed assured me.

I glared at Creed. “I can’t believe you’re allowing mischievous little brothers in this place.”

Creed laughed. “All these guys are probably someone’s little brothers.”

Patrick rolled his eyes at me like I was the idiot. “I’m twenty eight, so it’s perfectly legal for me to have sex now.”

I looked at Creed. “You should add an IQ test to those STD tests.”

Creed nodded. “I will think about it.”

I pointed at Patrick. “He finger fucked our cousin. Remember that when making your decision.”

Patrick groaned. “I might as well make another therapy appointment. Thanks a lot for reminding me of my trauma, Morgan. Great sistering.”

“Fuck off, cousin fucker.” I stormed to the bar and ordered two shots of tequila. My little brother was a sex fiend, my best friend was dead and murdered right in front of me, I was about to become a mother to a traumatized six year old, I was giving up the only career I ever knew, I was lusting over a man I barely knew, and I had to come to terms with the fact that my sweet and adorable uncle was going to be joining a sex club. I didn’t think there was enough tequila in the world to numb my pain or take away my misery. I was able to get three shots thrown back before Creed stopped talking to Patrick and realized what I was doing. I slammed the glass down. “Another one.”

A large hand took the shot glass away. Creed looked at the prospect who was tending bar. “She’s done. Have Masters take my bike home then have O’Hara bring his side by side around. We’re going to need a ride.”

“I am just fine, Creed.” I leaned against him.

“You’re not fine, and in a few minutes you’ll be worse.”

I stomped my foot. “I want to watch the girls. I bet I’m better at dancing than them.”

“I have no doubts, but we need to get you home.” He guided me toward the door.

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