About to have the most intense orgasm of my life.
Through hooded eyes, I saw him start stroking his cock, thinking it was still one of hottest things I’d ever seen. He looked so primal and heady, moving his hand up and down. Making me yearn for it to be inside of me. That was my undoing. I came so hard, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My back arched off the bed, again. My hands fisted in the sheets. I swear I saw nothing but stars.
I didn’t even have a minute to recover before he was pulling his shirt over his head, kicking off his boots and pants. Throwing them onto the floor without so much as a second thought. He scooted me onto the center of our bed, the one we picked out together. It warmed my heart and soothed my soul, creating a throbbing need to have him claim me on it.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Please…” I begged, swaying my hips against his cock as he grinned above me.
“Wanna piece of me?” he baited, and I readily nodded my head. My body tingled all over. Sending spasms straight down to my very being.
“I want your… that.” I nodded to it, blushing.
“Say it, Pippin. Wanna hear filthy shit come out of that sweet lil’ mouth of yours. Tell me…” He grabbed onto his dick again, stroking it, accentuating his abs and V muscles. “Tell me you want my cock.”
My eyes dilated, reaching for his shaft, but he intercepted had my hands pinned above my head, locking them in place by my wrists before I even saw it coming.
“Let me hear you say the words,” he whispered, kissing my lips.
“Please… I want your cock,” I repeated just for him.
He didn’t falter, in one swift thrust he was deep inside of me.
“Shit!” I instantly yelled out, causing him to suddenly freeze. “I’m not on the pill, Creed!”
“Yeah?” He relaxed, slowly thrusting in and out of me, savoring the moment. Making me inadvertently moan. “That mean you only ever gone raw wit’ me?”
“Yes…”
“Good.”
“But, I could get—”
“Shhh…” he ordered in between kissing me. “No shit, I know.”
I smirked, kissing him deeper and faster. He thrust into me harder and more demanding, his balls drenched from my wetness. Making me come so hard.
“That’s it, baby… just like that… squeeze my fuckin’ cock with your sweet, tight pussy. I ain’t ever get enough of.”
The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room. My body shuddered. No one could ever touch me like he could, and I knew that from the moment he first put his hands on me.
I was his.
He didn’t stop, his hands moved to the sides of my face, caging me in with his arms. Feeling the weight of him on top of me as he continued to thrust in and out. Exactly how I wanted him to. I tried to keep his pace, barely finishing one release before another would hit.
“Keep comin’ on my cock, baby. Take what’s fuckin’ yours.”
“Creed….” I purred, breathless and gasping for air. Climaxing so intensely and long down his shaft, feeling like I couldn’t stop coming.
He made this roaring sound from deep within his chest as we both came together. Panting profusely, trying to catch our bearings while he placed kisses all over my face, still not pulling out from deep inside me.
“I love you.”
He looked deep into my eyes and spoke with conviction, “I fuckin’ love you, too, babe. You’re mine.”
We spent the entire day just like that, making love, wrapped up in each other. Ready for the future that included marriage and possibly…
A baby.
THIRTY-FOUR
*Mia*
I grabbed my throbbing head before I even opened my eyes, moaning in pain.
“You alright, babe?” Creed asked, nuzzling against my neck while he wrapped his arm around my waist. Tugging me closer to him on our bed.
It had been six months since we got married and almost nine months since we got back together. We didn’t waste any time on getting hitched, having a small, intimate wedding out by the lake near my Uncle Austin’s house. It was just family and close friends. Mason was Creed’s Best Man, though I knew he wanted it to be his brother. Who never showed up. Mason and my dad both took the news of Creed and me much better than I had anticipated. I think after everything was said and done, they were both just beyond grateful for what he did for me.
Finding out the truth and putting an end to the danger.
Literally.
Giselle was my Maid of Honor, looking gorgeous in her soft pink dress. Although she said she wanted nothing to do with my brother, it didn’t seem that way to me. Creed said something about him walking in on them in some sort of compromising position. Whatever that meant. Last she told me, she was still dating that guy she brought to my birthday party. I knew Mason would always be head over heels in love with her, who knew what would come of them. Only time could tell.
Noah and Creed still weren’t talking, which was probably why he didn’t show up. Not that we expected him to. He did send a gift and a card with his mom, though. We hadn’t spoken since Creed and I got back together. I was giving him the space he obviously needed, even though it still hurt me that I was the cause of his pain. His mom told me he was doing fine. Her boy was strong, and at the end of the day…
All he wanted was for me to be happy.
And I was.
We said our vows under the willow tree, Creed found me at all those years ago. Swinging on my rope swing and fighting in the water. Which he threatened to throw me in, wedding dress and all, but my momma quickly put an end to that. Saying it would ruin my perfect gown, not to mention my hair and makeup that took hours to perfect.
Our wedding was the best day of my life.
“Mia Alexandra Ryder, I promise to always take care of you. Love you. Cherish you. Treat you like the queen you are in my life. For now and forever. And each day in between.” He leaned in, kissing me. Murmuring, “And I fuckin’ love you.”
“Ugh, please don’t move me. I might throw up on you,” I declared, my eyes fluttering open. Adjusting to the bright sun cascading into our bedroom from the sliding glass doors.
He chuckled, laying soft kisses along my collarbone and then down to my chest. “Shouldn’t have drunk so much last night.”
“I’m never drinking again.”
He took my nipple into his mouth while he fondled my other breast. “You got the most perfect tits,” he groaned, continuing his assault.
I didn’t even remember coming home after the initiation party for Creed’s new End of the Road MC. He had finally opened the doors with all his brothers. Most of them used to be Devil’s Rejects while others were new members.
“Creed?” I called out, looking down at him. “Am I naked?”
“Yeah.”
“Did we have sex last night?”
He grinned up at me. “Yeah.”
My eyes widened. “Oh my God! I blacked out and you still had sex with me?!”
“Yeah.” He nodded as if it was totally normal.
“Did I even wake up?”
He shrugged, still grinning. “Your pussy got wet when I finger fucked you, and you made some noise here and there. That’s all that matters.”
My mouth dropped open.
“What? I’m a man, Pippin. You were grindin’ your sweet, little ass on my cock all night. Bein’ fuckin’ adorable with your sloppy drunk ass. Took fuckin’ care of you. Not to mention when we got home, I had to carry your ass inside, cuz you passed the fuck out on the cab ride back. Laid you down on the bed, got ya some water, and made ya take some pain pills. Which apparently didn’t help since you still feel like shit. Imagine if I hadn’t made you take ‘em, though.” He smiled, starting to kiss along my collarbone again. “I took your clothes off and went to shower. When I came back you pulled all the sheets off you, your ass and pussy were perched up in the air. So I fuckin’ took what’s mine. Considered it my reward for bein’ such an
amazin’ fuckin’ husband.”
“Unbelievable,” I breathed out, shaking my head. You literally had sex with me while I was passed out.”
“What?” he scoffed out. “You pissed that you missed out on my cock? You want some of me?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll throw up on you. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise,” I mocked, trying to stifle a laugh.
“Naw, don’t you know that orgasms make everythin’ better,” he said in a husky tone, his lips kissing their way down my body.
“Next, are you going to tell me that if we don’t have sex your balls are going to fall off? Because I’m not fourteen anymore, I know that can’t happen now.”
“Who said anythin’ about sex? I’m fuckin’ starvin’, babe, wanna swallow you for breakfast. You gonna feed me, baby?”
I didn’t have time to answer before his tongue spread me open.
“Mmm…” I moaned, my eyes closing. Rolling to the back of my head for a whole different set of reasons.
“I want a baby girl,” he rasped, making me smile big and wide. He always did this, putting it out in the universe like it would magically come true.
“This isn’t the way to make that happen,” I sassed, as he sucked my clit into his mouth, moving his head side to side. “Ah…”
He gently bit down, and I squirmed. Pushing two fingers inside of me, causing my back to arch off the mattress. Hitting my sweet spot while he devoured me with his mouth.
“That feel good?”
My breathing hitched, and my legs trembled.
“Yeah?” He pushed harder and sucked faster.
It didn’t take long till my legs tightened so hard around his head, come running all the way down his face. He didn’t let up, savoring the taste of me against his tongue, swallowing all my juices like I was his favorite meal. He kissed my clit one last time and made his way back up my body, wiping my come from his mouth with the back of his arm. Only stopping when he was fully on top of me. Caging me in.
“Feel better?”
“Maybe.”
“I always take care of my girl.”
“Are you trying to get in right now?”
“Depends.” He kissed my lips. “You gonna let me in?”
“I’m surprised you’re asking. Considering you took what you wanted last night.”
“I take what I want every night and mornin’ too, but I’m tryin’ to be a gentlemen cuz you ain’t feelin’ good.”
“You? A gentlemen?” I teased. “Oh, come on… you’re a lot of things, but a gentleman definitely isn’t one of them. More like barbarian and part caveman maybe.”
“Is that right?” he rasped, positioning his dick at my entrance, and in one thrust he was balls deep inside of me.
I sucked in air while his lips parted against mine. “Do you feel me inside you?” he growled into my mouth.
“Yes,” I panted, trying to keep my eyes open for him, knowing he loved it when I did.
“I wanna make a baby girl with you.”
I beamed. “We could be makin’ one right now.”
He paused, taking in my words. Cocking his head to the side, waiting for me to continue.
“I’m ovulating so—”
He slammed into me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. Angling my leg higher on his side, trying to get as deep as he could. Roughly taking what was his. Our mouths never stopped kissing, even though we were both panting profusely, desperately trying to cling onto every sensation of our skin-on-skin contact.
I felt myself start to come apart, and he was right there with me. Always so in tune with my body, knowing it better than I did. He thrust in one last time and came deep inside of me. Planting his seed, hoping it would grow. Not moving for one single second once he was done.
“There’s my girl,” he growled into my mouth. “You gonna give me a baby girl, yeah?”
I smirked. “Not up to me. I just bake it. You’re the one who needs to put something in my oven.”
In one swift motion, he flipped me over so I was now on top of him. His cock still deep inside of me never once pulling out. “I’ll spend all day puttin’ my seed inside of you. It’s where it fuckin’ belongs.”
And he did.
*Creed*
When Mia finally made her way back to me, I never in a million years thought I’d ask her to marry me right then and there. It just randomly flew out of my mouth, like saying I love you. I had zero regrets, though. It was the best thing I had ever fucking said.
I needed to do right by her, and by that it meant I needed to ask her old man for permission to marry his daughter. Even though I technically did it ass backward, asking her first instead of him. That was our little secret in the heat of the moment. He didn’t have to know that. I prayed to God that it would go over well. I figured this way he wouldn’t give me too much shit when I moved her clothes out of her room that weekend. I was over the bullshit of not having her in my bed every night. We had missed so much time together, I planned on making up every last minute with my cock, in our bed.
At that point, we had been back together for about a month. They knew about us, and to my utter disbelief, they were okay with our relationship.
“Come in,” her dad announced after I knocked on the door to his office at their house.
Mia was in class all morning. I waited until I knew she wouldn’t be around. We said we were going to tell them together when the time was right, but I wanted to make sure she knew I respected her parents. That things were different now.
That I was different.
Her mom let me right in, grinning like a damn fool the entire time as if she knew what I was coming there to do. Stating that he was in his office before I even asked where he was.
I opened the door and walked inside, abruptly stopping when I saw him cleaning his gun on his desk. I didn’t even know he had a gun, but fuck did I respected him a hell of a lot more for what he was trying to do. Showing me we weren’t that different from one another. I would have done the same fucking thing if a man like me was coming to ask for my baby girl’s hand in marriage, too.
“Nice piece.” I nodded to his 9mm Glock, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“I have three more just like it.”
I hid back a smile.
“I know why you’re here, Creed.”
“Figured you would.”
“What makes you think you’re good enough to be her husband and my son-in-law?”
“Cuz I love her. I’d do anythin’ for her. Includin’ gettin’ your blessin’ cuz I know it would mean everythin’ to her.”
“Don’t think just because I might let you marry her that you’ll be able to get rid of me. I’ll always protect my baby girl. You hurt her. You so much as make her cry, I won’t think twice about shooting off your balls. That goes for any of my future grandbabies as well.”
“I’d never hurt her or my family, sir. Mia has always been my life,” I simply stated, looking him in the eyes, so he knew I spoke the truth.
He nodded, leaning back into his chair. “Don’t think you’re ever going to call me Dad. It’s Mr. Ryder or sir to you. Understood?”
“This mean I got your blessin’ to make Mia my wife?”
“She has to say yes, Creed. Until then, I’ll hold onto the hope that you won’t be my son-in-law,” he said with a hint of a smile on his face.
“She won’t say no.”
“You think so?”
“I wouldn’t let her.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, taking a good long look at my face. “For reasons I may never understand, my wife fucking likes you. Alex has always been a hopeless romantic, and she thinks you’re good for our daughter. That is the only reason I’ll give you my blessing. Not because I fucking like you. We clear?”
I nodded again. “Thank you, sir.”
“Good. Now get out of my office before I change my mind.”
I chuckled and leaned over to shake his hand. He looked down at my
gesture, hesitating before taking it for the first time… respecting the hell out of me, too.
“Oh, and, Creed,” he announced, making me turn back and look at him. “One day, I’ll thank you for saving my daughter’s life.”
I smiled. “Lookin’ forward to that day, sir.”
“Whatcha thinkin’ about over there?” Mia asked, pulling me away from my thoughts, six weeks later.
“Babe, don’t play with me. What’s it say?”
She put her finger up to her lips. “Oh, whatever do you mean? What does what say? Was I supposed to be doing something? I don’t remember.”
“Pippin…” I warned. “Asked you a fuckin’ question. Expectin’ an answer.”
“See, here’s the problem, Creed Jameson.”
“Oh, we got fuckin’ problems now, Mia Jameson?”
She smirked. “Yes. We need to have a word.”
I laughed, big and throaty. I couldn’t help it. She was too fucking adorable for her own good. She smiled, all proud of herself as she made her way toward me. Straddling my lap on the couch and wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I don’t want my baby’s—”
“Our babies,” I corrected, gripping onto her waist. Letting her know I wanted more than one. Wanting a house full of kids, running around driving us fucking crazy, but loving the shit out them regardless.
“Yes. That. Our babies. I don’t want their first words to be shit, fuck, goddamn it, motherfucker, son of a bitch, bullshit, and… well, the list is endless when it comes to your filthy, dirty mouth.”
I kissed her lips. “I thought you loved my filthy, dirty mouth, especially when it’s fuckin’ yo—”
She placed her hands over my lips again, silencing me. “And you just proved my point. So, I think you need to start watching how you speak and what you say.”
“Is that right? Now, why is that?”
“Because…” She pulled out a stick from her back pocket. I didn’t realize it had been there or I would have pulled it out myself when she walked out of the bathroom.
“Babe… you’re testin’ my fuckin’ patience.”
“What do you think a baby is going to do?” She turned the stick so I could see the word clearly written across the screen. “Seeing as you’re going to be a daddy.”