“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.
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.