I claimed her mouth, wanting to taste her. Enjoying the push and pull of our kiss, both of us taking what the other wanted. I reached down to her overly sensitive clit, massaging it till I felt her on the verge of coming.
“The next time you come it will be from my cock in your ass,” I groaned, sliding my cock out of her pussy, before slowly, gently thrusting it into her ass.
She gasped, holding her breath. Waiting for the pain, the discomfort, the ache to subside.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmured close to her ear. “Relax, let me in. Won’t hurt you. Won’t ever fuckin’ hurt you.”
Her mouth parted, getting used to the unfamiliar sensation that my cock stirred in her ass. I never stopped my assault on her clit, knowing it would ease the distress. The desire making it much easier for her to give me what I wanted.
“So fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ wet, so fuckin’ perfect.” I breathed out, almost balls deep inside of her.
A little deeper.
A little harder.
I kissed her again, resting my forehead on hers, picking up the pace. It didn’t take long for her body to relax, becoming accustomed to my size. The pressure from the tip of my cock hit her g-spot from inside of her ass like my fingers did moments ago. Her legs widened, allowing me to ease two fingers into her pussy. My hips simultaneously moved with my hand.
“Creed, I can’t... oh my God... it’s too much... I can—”
“You can... you will.”
My movements became harder and rougher, responding to everything I was giving her.
Everything I was taking...
She came over and over again as I fucked both her holes. The palm of my hand still controlling her clit.
I didn’t think she would ever stop coming.
Looking deep into her eyes, I spoke with conviction, “Your ass, your pussy, your fuckin’ heart... it all belongs to me. I own you. Every last fuckin’ part of you... is mine.”
And I meant every word.
***
I waited until Mia was passed out in my arms before slowly slipping out of her grasp, the red digital numbers read two o’clock in the morning. She moaned, feeling my absence, even in her sleep. Her breathing calmed, shallowing out, exhausted from the night’s activities. I covered her up with the blankets, captivated by how fucking gorgeous she truly was.
Her messy hair partially covered her face, spreading out on the pillow and down her back. Her skin looked as silky and as inviting as it felt. Her pouty, perfect lips perched out and adorable. Even with her baby bump growing, she looked even sexier than she did before. She was glowing from the inside out.
I was a lucky fucking bastard.
I didn’t deserve her.
Not her love.
Not her body.
Not her heart.
Not one damn thing.
But I’d never let her go.
I threw on my jeans, not bothering with a shirt, grabbed a cigarette from the half empty pack on the dresser, and made my way outside. Making sure to close the door behind me. I walked through the house to the front door, finding Noah out on the porch, a bottle of Jack firmly in his grasp. The light from the moon illuminated his profile. He looked lost in his own thoughts, staring off into the woods. Not saying a word when I stepped outside, leaning against the post as I lit my cigarette.
I stood there quiet, allowing myself a moment of normalcy. Looking over at Noah, seeing the little boy who once upon a time used to look up to me instead of a fucking biker who had knocked up my girl.
“You’re drinkin’ too much,” I muffled through the smoke of my cig. Blowing it up into the night’s warm air.
“Naw.” He took another big swig. “Not nearly enough.” Pointing the bottle to the door, he added, “This place is bulletproof, not fuckin’ soundproof. I forgot how loud Mia could be.”
I wasn’t surprised he was throwing that shit in my face, but that didn’t stop the anger his words emanated. I was fucking counting on her being loud. I even provoked it to be honest just to prove a point to him. Noah knew how to push my fucking buttons. He had done so since he was a kid. Part of me knew he was still pissed I went into the military, leaving him to deal with our old man on his own. Noah was always used to me protecting him, especially after I killed Luke.
I often wondered if that was why he wanted Mia. To get back at me. Make me hurt the way I made him hurt. Payback was a brutal cunt, but the eye for an eye mentality was all we’d ever known.
“Those are fightin’ words, baby brother. Tread fuckin’ carefully.” I took another drag, letting the nicotine course through me. Hoping it would calm the rage stirring inside of me.
He snidely chuckled, nodding. “Don’t change the fact I had her first, and she’s carryin’ my kid to fuckin’ prove it.”
I was in his face, yanking him up off the chair by his cut, but he shoved me off. “Truth hurts don’t it, motherfucker.”
I shook my head, scoffing out, “No one asked you to be here! Don’t know what you think you’re doin’, but you need to stand the fuck down. Mia ain’t your concern. She’s mine. Knockin’ her up don’t fuckin’ change that.”
He shrugged, not missing a beat. “Then what you worryin’ about?
“Don’t fuck with me, Noah. I gotta enough fuckin’ bullshit to deal with. Don’t need your shit, too.”
“Tell me, Creed... she’s yours right?” he questioned, narrowing his eyes at me. “Then what’s her favorite color?”
I jerked back like he had hit me. Knowing exactly where he was going with this.
“Time’s up. It’s pink. How about her middle name? Don’t remember?” he mocked, cocking his head to the side. “They wanted to name her Savannah after her grandmother who died of cancer. She never even got to meet her. But instead, it’s Alexandra, after her momma. Why don’t you tell me her favorite thing to eat? Or drink? Favorite book? Or movie? How about you tell me anythin’ that doesn’t include what she sounds like when she’s fuckin’ gettin’ off?”
“You little shit! Congrats, Noah, on knowin’ some trivial bullshit. I know what shes’s feelin’ by just lookin’ at her. I know what she’s thinkin’ without her sayin’ one goddamn word to me. And fuck yeah, I know how she likes to be touched, kissed, fucked and I’d rather be the man who knows all that, plus how to fuckin’ get her off,” I snarled, stepping up to him again. He didn’t cower, if anything he stood taller. “Who the fuck you think you are, Noah?”
“The right man for her, that’s who.”
“Is that right? So what, you tellin’ me you love her? You love Mia?”
There was no hesitation with his response when he clearly replied with, “Yeah, Creed. I fuckin’ do.”
“Don’t start a war you can’t fuckin’ win, baby brother.”
“Consider this my breach.”
I nodded slowly, backing away. Taking everything in while battling the urge to lay him the fuck out.
The lines were drawn now. Each of us on the opposite side for the first time in all our lives, but if there was anyone I would go to hell and back for it was Mia Ryder. Even if it meant going to war with...
My fucking brother.