Page 68 of Creed

I nod, wincing. “I’m not sure if I can remember everything right now. We got called, an unconscious man found lying behind the dumpster at Coastal Cove. The nurse identified him. I meant to check in with him again, but…”

“But everything got out of control,” Creed says.

Dodge’s fists curl. “When was this?”

“I’m sorry. Uhm…a while ago.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. You have no obligation to the club.”

I swallow, coating my drying throat. “I would have told you. He was transported to Western Med.”

Creed squeezes me again, and Gage looks over at me warmly.

“So you’re claiming her? You gonna put on a show like Dodge?” Razer quips. The man has been quiet the whole time.

Viper reaches over, smacking him against the back of his headagain. “She’s gotta black eye, and you’re talking about Creed fucking her. What’s wrong with you?”

Razer scowls. “I only meant in jest, but also, what’s happening to our traditions?”

My stomach turns at the mention, remembering Bri’s words.

Creed lets a frustrated growl. “You should worry about keeping your old lady instead of how I’m claiming mine.”

Razer looks up at me. “Sorry.”

I give him a hesitant smile. “It’s okay.”

Gage laughs, shaking his head before turning to look at me. “Morgan, I’m sure as a police officer you understand how important it is that information doesn’t get in the wrong hands, or told to people who can do nothing but worry endlessly. Anything we discussed in church has to stay there, got it?”

I nod, sinking a little into Creed. “I understand.”

Creed holds me tighter. “We good?”

Gage nods, glancing at Judge and Cowen. “Don’t leave the club unless we give you the go ahead.”

My man stands, cradling me bridal style with ease as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Oh we don’t plan to leave at all.”

A few snickers cause a warm blush to work over my cheeks and neck, but I ignore them, resting my head on his shoulder as he carries me back up to the room.

27

MORGAN

His lips traildown my neck and I shiver. I roll my shoulders, trying to nudge him off. “Everyone is waiting for us.”

My warning goes ignored as his hands slide to rub over my growing belly bump. It’s been almost three months since the incident with my father, and we’ve rarely left the clubhouse. Only once for an appointment that confirmed we’re having a boy. His brothers are excited to have another little next gen, as they call it, running around.

I finally told Quinn what happened, after weeks of skirting around the truth, of why I’m living with Creed and why I’m not working. I forgot that she has my location and noticed my dot rarely leaving the clubhouse.

Now she’s coming down for an early baby shower because Creed and I might have to relocate to Washington for the time being for whatever he has to do for Cowen. Since that day in church, I haven’t bothered to ask any questions. The less I know the better. He seemed nervous to bring up the idea, but I agreed without complaint. I’ll go wherever he needs me to. I’ll go wherever he is, always.

“You’re the star of the show. They have to wait for you,” he mutters, cupping my breast through the thin material, kneading it roughly. I gasp, leaning into his chest.

This isn’t the first time we’ve touched since moving in. No, I’ve been horny as hell, but this is the first time he’s touched me like he’s not going to break me. I’ve missed my rough biker who always acted desperate to have me.

“Yeah, but…ah.” I inhale sharply when he pinches my nipples. They’ve been so sensitive, I’m convinced I could come from him touching them alone. “Creed.”

“I love when you moan my name,” he whispers, kissing up my neck.