Justice (Creed Brothers #1)(6)

By: K.C. Lynn

“What are you going to do, Ryanne? You gonna stay here and dance with this asshole? Or are you going to come with me so I can give you your present?”

The fact that he even knows it’s my birthday is a shock in itself, but a present?

“Where?” I ask.

“My place.” That one answer whispers across my lips, the distance between us seeming to grow smaller.

Every fantasy I’ve ever had when it comes to him assaults my mind, fantasies I’ve dreamt about for so long.

“What’s it going to be?” he asks impatiently.


I’d choose him a million times over.

He pushes away from the table and extends his hand. I place mine in his warm one and allow him to pull me from my seat.

“Ryanne!” Derek snaps, reminding me of his presence. I turn back to see him standing from his chair, his expression enraged as he eyes Justice and me. “What are you thinking going anywhere with him?”

“I suggest minding your own business, Lancaster, before you get yourself hurt.” The warning in Justice’s calm voice has a shiver of fear trickling down my spine.

“I’ll be fine, Derek,” I assure him. “We’ll have that dance another time, okay?”

Before I have a chance to hear his response, Justice tugs on my hand, pulling me through the crowded bar. My steps are quick as I fight to keep up with his long strides.

Many glares are tossed in my direction, mainly from the girls who realize their chance for the night is gone. I pay them no mind though, with the exception of one.


His expression is hard and filled with something I can’t name, but it has me feeling like I’ve done something wrong.

Once Justice and I reach his bike, he passes me his helmet.

“What about your brothers?” I ask, Knox’s angry eyes still fresh in my mind.

He quirks a brow. “You want them to come?”

There’s so much meaning in that one question and we both know it. I shake my head, my pulse kick-starting at the thought.

A sexy chuckle leaves his lips. “That’s what I thought.” He climbs on his bike without another word, and with the swift drop of his boot he brings the machine to life beneath him.

Taking a deep breath, I put the helmet on, loving the familiar scent that invades my senses, then climb on behind him. He curls an arm under my bare knee, bringing me flush against his back. A sharp breath breaches my lips, the center of my satin panties colliding with his belt as my dress rides up my thighs.

Oh god.

I swallow back a moan, my body trembling in need. The bike rolls forward seconds before he picks up speed and we hit the main road. The cool air whips across my heated flesh but offers little reprieve. My mind reels with all the scenarios that are about to happen, fear and want colliding with one another.

My body is more than ready for him but my heart is another story, a page I’m terrified to turn.

It takes only minutes before we reach his complex, an apartment he shares with his brothers near the edge of town. I climb the metal stairs behind him that lead to the side door of his apartment and follow him inside, stepping into the living room. He closes the door behind me and flicks on the lights. I take in our surroundings, the simple yet clean apartment somehow suiting him.

“You want a drink?” he asks, his voice right behind me, whispering into my ear.

I shake my head, finding my throat too dry to speak.

“You sure? I’ll even let you have some alcohol.” Amusement coats his tone as he walks past me, removing his jacket then grabbing himself a beer.

My eyes narrow. “No one lets me have anything, Justice Creed. Goes to show how well you know me.”

Laughter dances in his expression, the corners of his lips lifting. “I know you better than you think, sweet Ryanne.” His tone drops at the endearment and dances along my skin.

He takes a swig of his beer then starts toward me, his gait relaxed and easy but his strides determined. It makes my heart beat faster. My head drops back to hold his stare as he comes to stand just in front of me. That’s when he passes me a small present I didn’t see he’s been holding. The blue wrapped package is not what I was expecting but my heart warms all the same.

“Happy birthday.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” I tell him, even though I’m touched by the gesture.

“Open it.”

I peel back the wrapping paper to find a small gold box. Lifting the lid, a large white pearl attached to a silver chain is revealed, its smooth, polished surface glowing with beauty and taking my breath away.

“I got it from a small village in Milan,” he says, taking the piece of jewelry out of the box. He slips the long chain over my head, the pearl resting just past my breasts. “It’s the gift of a saint, it represents purity. The myth says it protects the worthy and remains loyal to its wearer.”

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