“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.
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.”