Page 45 of Creep
My chest cracks open, and my black heart greedily ingests all the sunshine he’s throwing at me with a hint of a smile. I’m so overwhelmed, so elated I have to let this energy out somewhere.
So I lean down and kiss his cheek.
Everyone should see me staking my claim.
The whistles erupting around us are just background noise to the furious pounding of my heart. Then his hand finds mine, and I can barely think, because he’s leading me back to the guys.
“Never do that again. I’d rather you lost the necklace than got arrested. I don’t like lying, and today I had to so the police let you out,” Angel mumbles.
I squeeze his fingers, still finding it hard to understand how I’m allowed this touch. Then again, he is myboyfriendnow. I think deep down I expected rejection, even if gentle, so I didn’t prepare well for this new reality where he’smine.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a car mirror and straighten. Even after being stuck in jail, with the new hairdo I don’t look half bad.
But it’s hard to talk to Angel about our private things in front of the guys, so I leave my answer for later.
“I bet you’ve got shit to talk about,” Prophet saves me and pats me on the shoulder. “We’ll have a meeting to discuss all this tomorrow.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “About me and… Angel?” We did have a meeting when Road came out and told us he plans to marry Clyde, but wasn’t that because Clyde was a member of an enemy club at the time?
Prophet’s eyebrows rise. “No, Creep… About the warehouse.”
“Yeah. I knew that. Just joking.”
Admittedly, not something I do well, so he might just believe me. That’s what I get for Angel being the single thing on my mind.
Road winks at me from his hog, then wiggles his brows, grabbing Clyde’s shoulder and pulling him against his chest. They start whispering, maybe wondering how someone like me managed to attract a boy as handsome as Angel, so I say my goodbyes and let my newboyfriendtug me to his car.
I’m so overwhelmed by this whole situation that I open the driver’s side without thinking and sit down, discovering that there’s barely any space for my legs.
Angel rests his hand on the roof and leans in. “Oh, you wanna drive? That’s all right,” he says and reaches between my legs. We aren’t even touching right now, but my skin’s fired up, and I only realize what he’s doing when the seat rolls back.
I nod, trying to find words, but he graciously gives me more time when he walks around the car to join me in the passenger seat. I watch him pass in front of the hood, unable to comprehend how gorgeous he is with his blond hair, slenderfingers— He winks at me and I smile, because yeah, I’m allowed to watch myboyfriend.
I might be a creep, but I’m not just ‘some creep’. I don’t have to hide that I was looking.
As soon as he’s inside, I start the engine with a key decorated with a pink acrylic charm, and say what’s been on my mind. “I couldn’t lose the necklace. I promised to protect it.”
He whips his head, sending the scent of jasmine at me in a wave of warm air. “I can’t believe I need to say this, but I care about your life more than I care about the necklace,” he says, and his hand rests on my thigh.
I clutch the wheel, because I’m instantly drowning in guilt over asking him to be mine in the first place. Even though he told me that he cares about me, even though he was the first to hold my hand, and who invited me into the shower with him … the other voice in my head is loud and chastises me for thinking I deserve to be touched.
It’s hard to focus on the point he’s made.
“Th-thank you. I do have it though, every piece. I will get it put back together.”
Bikes roar as my brothers drive past us in a loose formation, but my world has shrunk to the boy sitting next to me, and his burning touch on my thigh. “Thank you. That’s super thoughtful of you, Creep.”
His voice sounds as smooth as velvet feels, and when his other hand settles on my shoulder, I can’t keep in a soft moan.
It’s embarrassing.I’membarrassing, but he doesn’t pull away in disgust. On the contrary, as I squeeze my hands on the wheel in an effort to keep them from trembling, Angel is close enough for me to sense the warmth of his breath.
“I can be. I will be a good boyfriend,” I say quickly, as if I need to reiterate that point. The way he accepts me is more than I could have ever dreamed of. He’s so close. He’s smiling, eyeslocked on mine until all I can think of is his soft mouth and smooth skin, and my cock starts to fill rapidly.
“Right here? We’ll be arrested for public indecency,” Angel says with a chuckle and strokes my thigh.
He’s right. Him seeing me this flustered is difficult enough. The last thing I need is the cops making jabs at me while I’m locked up. It was enough that several of them came to gawk at me today because of the new look.
“N-no. I… Too much touch,” I say and, despite loving his pretty hand, I take it off my thigh.
