Creed’s Honor by Simone Nicholls

“Wondered why he was letting everyone celebrate on his most hated day of the year.” My gaze was back on Holly. Fuck she was breathtaking. “I guess knocking up your wife is worth a celebration.” Fuck. If you asked me, Hades was a lucky bastard. I couldn’t stop comparing it to if Holly were my wife, I wouldn’t keep my hands off her. But having her pregnant with my kid, yeah, life wouldn’t get any better.

Her fingers linked with mine, and I knew I had to let her go back to her family. I could nearly hear Hades wondering where his whiskey was.

“I’ll let ya go.” I didn’t fucking want to, but she had Hades’ favourite whiskey in hand.

“Come sit with me.” She pulled on my hand with an enchanting smile on her face. The type of smile I couldn’t say fucking no to—even if it meant facing down her murderous father and trigger-happy brother.

I let her drag me towards their table. As people stepped out of view, I took in the Kincaid family. There was basically a smoke ring above them. Hades had a grin on his face as he spoke to Zara—until he glanced over and saw me.

Even fucking Kobra’s jaw tightened when he saw Holly’s and my hands linked. The bastards were looking at me, expecting me to run. But I wasn’t the guy who ran. So my grip on Holly’s hand got firmer, even taking it a step further by pulling the chair out for her. Hades’ and Kobra’s pissed-off faces made me drag the chair next to Holly closer to her.

I would have had her on my lap, but I figured it was Hades’ birthday, and I didn’t want the man to have a heart attack.

“See you made it back into town.” Hades took the cigar from his mouth. “Early,” he added, making it known to me that he didn’t fucking want me here, which just made me grin, my hand falling onto the back of Holly’s chair.

“Not drinking tonight, pretty boy?” Kobra said, gripping a scotch glass filled with his father’s whiskey. I wanted to remark but didn’t want Holly forced to pick between me bleeding out and Kobra. ’Cos fuck knows we’d both get a round off at each other.

“Yeah, gotta get one,” I said. I had been heading to the bar when I spotted Holly.

“I’ll get you one.” Holly was up before I could say anything. Just as she turned around, I saw the biker’s beer go all over Holly’s cream dress, making it see-through within seconds. She gasped, and the man’s eyes were on Holly’s rack. He looked for two seconds too long. I did what I did to all my problems and swung my fist.

He looked up at me from the ground, stunned that I hadn’t knocked him out—it was a warning shot, after all.

My attention went from the biker to Holly.

I could feel other men’s eyes being drawn to her, so I dropped my vest on the chair, pulled my hoodie off, and threaded it over her. It was as long as the dress, dropping down near her knees.

She was slightly stunned. Then I saw that Hades and Kobra were up, also. It looked like I had been one step ahead of them.

“You all right?” I asked, my eyes going back to Holly.

“You’re going to get cold,” Zara said.

My gaze went back to Holly, and I could see the concern in her eyes. “I’ll go get another one from my room,” I said and smiled at her. “I’ll be back, darling.” As I walked away, I saw Hades talking to a member.

Fuck. I left my vest on the table. Bet Hades was going to get up at me about that. I unlocked my door and walked in. Fuck, I needed to do the washing. Wasn’t like I could chat up a club girl to do it. Don’t know why, but doing that didn’t sit well with me. When I heard my door close, I spun around.

I relaxed slightly, seeing Holly.

I opened my mouth as I watched her grip the hem of my hoodie as she pulled it off. The top of her dress was fully see-through. And my dick throbbed at seeing her nipples.

“Men are gonna stare if you don’t keep covered,” I said, annoyed she wouldn’t keep my hoodie on. Did she not want to wear it because it was mine? Was that it?

She slowly dropped the hoodie on the ground. “I don’t have a problem with the man currently looking.” She slowly ran her hand over the strap of her dress. “Though I’d prefer if he were touching.” The little sexy minx had her eyes locked on me.

“You’re playing with fire, darling,” I warned her. I swallowed as she pushed the strap of her dress down her shoulder.

“You want me to go?” She innocently unzipped the side of her dress while her other hand held the dress to her breasts. “’Cos I’m sort of cold. I was hoping you could warm me up.”

I swallowed sharply. Fuck!

My hands were on her within seconds, and I was the one fully unzipping her dress. My lips went to hers, and this time, I would take my fucking time.

“Strip.” That one word caught me by surprise. I could see her looking evilly at me but with a little wonder, too. “I want to know if that tattoo on your stomach goes any lower.”

She didn’t even hide that she had previously checked me out.

I pulled back and took my shirt off. I could see her gaze go over my tattoos, and I smirked when her top teeth sank into her bottom lip.

My hands went to her hips as my mouth stopped at her ear. “Like what you see, darling?”

Her hand was on my chest as she pushed me back towards the bed. “I just hope you are as dedicated to fucking as you are to working on these muscles.”

I smirked just as someone banged on the door. “Fuck off!” I shouted at whoever it was.

“If you two aren’t back at the party in the next five minutes, next time, I won’t be knocking,” Kobra’s unwelcomed voice shouted from the other side of the door.

I heard his boots as he stomped off. I pinched the bridge of my nose as Holly sighed.

“Yeah, darling, they aren’t gonna make it easy,” I said, gritting my teeth, feeling her frustration. As she went to pick up that dress, I stopped her, grabbed one of my T-shirts, and handed it to her.

Her lips twitched up. “Thanks,” she said, and I watched as she pulled it on.

I adjusted myself in my jeans. It was going to be one long fucking night. Holly took my hand as we walked out, but I couldn’t settle for just holding her hand, so I pulled her back into my chest and walked out with an arm wrapped around her waist.

Just as we got free of the hallway, “Old-time Rock and Roll” blared through the clubhouse. I smirked as I saw Hades spinning Zara around, but my gaze dropped to Holly. I couldn’t control the smile that captured my face as I stared down at her, listening to her giggling.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Kobra was the one to pull her from my arm. I watched as her brother took her to the open dance floor. I put it down to a mixture of drugs and liquor, seeing the other men moving their women. My eyes were on Holly as Kobra spun her around. I think he grabbed her just to get her out of my grip. Seeing her giggling while he turned her around to the point I thought she was going to be sick before dipping her, hearing her squeal and her laughter made me smile. Then he lifted her back, just in time to spin her into Hades’ arms, and Zara went to Kobra.

The music was so loud you couldn’t think, but Hades was belting out the lyrics, and Holly was too. Watching Holly dance with Hades made me realise that to get her, I had to do right by her old man. Hades spun her back to Kobra, and there was no doubting that these men would do anything to protect her.

Fuck, they were making fools of themselves.

My vest being pushed into my chest made me look to my side, seeing Ivy.

“Not a dancer?” I shouted at her, to which she laughed.

“Just not high enough like them,” she shouted back before wandering off, and I shrugged my vest back on.

Kobra spun Holly. These men were feared for a reason, but right now, all you could see was their love for their blood, their family. Kobra did a final spin of Holly, and the music slowly started to die down.

“Someone, crack open the kegs!” Hades shouted before the next song kicked in, which turned out to be ACDC’s “Highway to Hell.”

Fuck, there was no doubt this was going to be one long fucking night.

The music got louder, and the prospects were about to learn what it was like when Hades Kincaid was on an all-nighter and how his men would follow him blindly. I saw the pool table covers coming off, which meant one thing—the night was just beginning, and it was going to get messy.

Walking up behind Holly, I wrapped an arm around her. “Want a game?” I nodded my head towards the pool table.

Hades was standing beside her, and he laughed. “Boy, ya gonna get whipped by my girl.” He looked me in the eye. “Made sure my girls knew how to handle themselves on the table, knowing how much members like strip pool.”

“I wasn’t suggesting—”

“He knows, Creed,” Holly said, turning around in my arm and smirking at me. “After all, you’d have to be pretty fucking stupid to challenge me to strip pool with my dad standing there.”

She pulled on my arm, leading us towards a table, and my mouth went to her ear. “Especially while knowing you are only wearing one thing,”

She rolled her eyes, and I let go of her as she went to get pool sticks. Next thing I knew, Kobra was on one side of me and Hades the other, one handing me an empty scotch glass, the other giving me the whiskey.

“You let her win, and you’re in fucking trouble,” Hades said to me as I looked between the glass and the whiskey. “Come on, son, if you’re gonna be hungover in the morning, might as well have had the good shit.” He did have a point. Normally, I just didn’t touch straight whiskey. Never seen or heard of him being in such a good mood. Had to be the drugs, right? Then I saw his eyes go to Zara and as weak as this sounded, I knew it wasn’t drugs. It was his woman.

“Wait,” I said, looking at them. “Why can’t I let her win?”

“’Cos she is better than us, so at least put up a fucking fight,” Kobra said just before Holly was back and handing me a pool cue. She had a wide grin on her face.

“You know you are going to need help, right?” she said as she went to break.

“Think that much of your pool skills, eh?”

She laughed, leaning over the table. “I was talking about you drinking with my father and brother.” She then broke, the balls flying everywhere, and she sunk two. “As for pool, there is no help for you.” She then gave me a confident wink while walking around the table.

It was when she sunk the next ball she lined up that the possibility of getting the pants beat off me ran through my head. The ball went into the corner pocket, and fuck, I might be in trouble like the boys said.