She moaned again, her hands fisting my hair. Mia had always been sensitive to my touch, but pregnancy heightened that tenfold. She could feel me all over with a simple touch or flick of my tongue, exactly how I wanted her to.
“Creed…” she panted. “Please don’t stop.”
I grinned. “You want some of me? Then answer my fuckin’ question.”
She bucked her hips, tilting her head back, giving my lips more access to her flushed skin.
“Can you just—”
“Not till you answer.”
“It was nothing. Why are you worrying yourself over this? I’m yours.”
I growled, kissing her more aggressively than before. Crashing our lips together, brushing my cock against her thigh. I rasped, “Prove it,” in between kisses.
“What? What can I do to make you happy?”
I pulled away, causing her to whimper from the loss of my heat. Eyeing her up and down with a predatory regard, I replied, “You can let me fuck you in the ass.”
She sucked in air, sitting up slightly, startled by what I had just requested. Her wide eyes searched my face for any sign of humor.
I wasn’t fucking laughing.
I pushed her back down and took what I wanted. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, seeking hers out. Reassuring her with my lips, my taste, my scent, and my love. Reminding her who she fucking belonged to. I pecked her one last time before settling my forehead on hers.
We locked eyes.
She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. “My ass? Like my ass, ass? You’re kidding, right? Look, if this is about Noah—”
“Mia, even when I fuck you. I’m makin’ love to you,” I honestly spoke, kissing her lips, beckoning them to open for me. “Now spread those legs like you know I fuckin’ love.” She did, and I placed my body in between her thighs, caging her in with my arms, holding my own weight. “I was the first man to kiss you, to touch you, woulda been the first to fuckin’ claim you, but I fucked that up. Biggest regret of my life, babe. I’ll never hurt you again,” I whispered close enough to her mouth that I could feel her breath against mine. I brought one hand down, touching along her stomach as I continued confessing, “This baby girl inside you shoulda been mine, but it don’t matter cuz I’ll love her just the same.”
She beamed, smiling so big against my mouth. “Is that why you want to—”
“Fuck yes. Give it to me. It belongs to me.”
“Will it hur—” I placed my hand under her skirt, skimming my fingers along the seam of her panties. Sliding them over. Rendering her speechless.
She was already so fucking wet. It was one of the things I craved the most. Her body’s natural response to my touch.
Mia was made for me.
“Need to hear the words, babe,” I urged, rubbing my fingers along her slit. Working them up to her clit, drawing slow, torturous circles and spreading her moisture.
Getting her ready to take my cock.
“Ah… yes… I’m yours…”
I smiled. “Fuckin’ love you,” I declared, kissing all along her face and back down the side of her neck. Where I knew it drove her crazy with need. With want.
I licked from her collarbone to her breasts, sucking her nipples into my mouth. Working my fingers on her clit as she swayed her hips, riding and guiding them to grind against her nub. Harder and faster until I pushed two fingers inside her pussy, still using the palm of my hand to rub her swollen clit.
“Your pussy is so fuckin’ tight. That’s right, just like that, baby. Fuck my fingers, ride them like you would my fuckin’ cock.”
Her body arched, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her hands balled up, on the edge of release. I didn’t let up, moving my fingers so fast, so deep inside her, wanting her to come apart so fucking hard. Still not stopping until she screamed out my fucking name. Her body shook, trembled, and quivered, barely able to come any longer. I allowed her some mercy, letting her catch her breath and steady her heart.
I had her clothes off in a matter of seconds. Yanking my shirt over my head, throwing it to the ground with hers. Gripping onto her legs, I didn’t hesitate, placing my face between her goddamn thighs.
Needing to taste her.
I ate her pussy until I had her come dripping down my chin, onto my chest. My rough, callused hands sought out her breasts. Kneading her tits, pulling at her nipples, and making her come undone with my tongue. I slid my hands to her hips, holding on, rotating them to follow the rhythm of my lips. It had been so long since I made her fuck my face.
Sucking.
Licking.
Fucking her with my mouth, bringing her on the verge of shuddering. Wanting her to come again, needing her to fucking come again. I kicked off my boots, unzipped my jeans, and pulled out my cock. Gripping my shaft, working myself over, all while lapping at her sweet pussy.
Taking the time to slowly rim my finger around her asshole. “Gonna let me in, babe?” I drawled out, gently pushing my middle finger inside.
Her body locked up, but only for a second. My mouth became more urgent, more demanding, sending her spiraling into a frantic frenzy. Her legs shook, her core vibrated. Her ass took my finger in like I knew it would, once I got her to focus on the pleasure, sliding in and out of her. Stroking the back of her g-spot through the walls of her asshole.
“Holy shit,” she panted in a heady tone, not expecting how good I could make her feel.
“Here, baby… Like it here…yeah?” I taunted. “My finger is fuckin’ your ass, Pippin. Now tell me you want my cock,” I groaned, watching her come so fucking hard as I stretched her as best as I could. Never letting up on my dick with my other hand. Gripping it tighter, imagining it was her tight little cunt wrapped around me. Working my shaft the only way her pussy knew how.
I sat up, wanting to take a good look at her perfect fucking physique for what felt like the first time in over a month.
Vulnerable.
Exposed.
She was goddamn perfection.
So fucking beautiful. She peered up at me through hooded eyes, so dark and dilated. Watching me stroke my dick. Jerking off harder from the sight of her.
“Want my cock?”
She nodded as she continued to watch me with a fascinated regard. I chuckled while licking her come off my lips, wiping the rest of it off with the back of my hand as I crawled my way up her body. Positioning the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, thrusting right in.
“So fuckin’ good,” I growled, feeling the warmth of her wetness, her pussy squeezing my cock. I roughly gripped onto her ass, groaning. Moving in and out of her, loving the way her skin felt beneath mine. I could no longer restrain myself, she felt too fucking good. The smell of her engulfed me. Attacking my senses all at once.
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 d
id 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.
EIGHT
*Mia*
I was getting agitated in the house, being locked up all day, especially since I hadn’t seen Creed for a few days. I had been here for a month now, and there was only so much I could do behind these concrete walls, not being allowed to step foot outside. I missed the sun, the fresh air, and the grass beneath my bare feet. I’d give anything just to feel the hot rays on my face, even if it was for five minutes. Often thinking about sneaking out to the porch while the boys were away, but I was never alone.
They always had someone with me. Men they considered brothers, part of their MC family. They didn’t talk much, going about their own business and making sure I was safe. Taking post at the front door to make sure no one unauthorized stepped foot in the house. I had a feeling Creed ordered them to not speak to me or something, since they never uttered more than a few words in my direction.
The smell of bacon and eggs filled my room, waking me up early Saturday morning, or maybe it was Sunday. I started to lose track of the days.
A woman’s voice sounded from the kitchen, singing “American Pie.” Bringing back memories of the night I met Noah. Was I dreaming?
I got out of bed, wrapping the silk robe Noah had brought back for me around myself. Cautiously peering out my door before padding down the hallway toward the smell of heaven. Rounding the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing Creed’s momma in the kitchen. Singing and dancing around while she cooked breakfast.
“Oh hey, sweetheart. Did I wake you?”
“Oh my God, what are you doing here?” I smiled, walking over to her. Giving her a big hug.
“Didn’t the boys tell you? I have been begging Creed to let me come up here and spoil you. He finally agreed. Mentioning how close you are with your family. I figured you’d be missing your momma by now. I’m not her, and I know it’s not the same, but I’m here to keep you company for a bit. Gonna cook you up some dinners to freeze, too. I know how you love my apple pie. Got a few of those already waiting for you in the fridge.”
The mere mention of my mom
brought back the heartache I kept buried deep inside me, but I shook it off as best as I could, smiling at Diane. Grateful to have her here nonetheless.
“Well, this is the best surprise. Thank you.”
“Take a seat, breakfast is just about ready,” she informed, walking back over to the stove to prepare me a plate.
“So, Mrs. Jameson—”
“Darlin’, you can call me Diane. You are carrying my grandbaby.”
“Okay. Can I ask you a question, Diane?”
“Of course,” she replied, setting my plate in front of me and taking a seat beside me. “What’s on your mind?”
“Does Creed talk about me much? I mean… has he told you anything?” I asked, eating a piece of bacon.
“Well, I would say more now than ever. Noah was usually the one who wouldn’t shut up about you.”
I sighed, needing to address the questions she probably has been asking herself often. “I know what this may look like to you. Pregnant with one son’s baby and in love with the other. But Noah and I were never together,” I confessed, calling Rebel, Noah since that was what his mom was referring to him as. I needed her to understand what happened that night and what had been going on ever since. She took a hold of my hand. Encouraging me to continue. “It was one night. I went to the clubhouse with a friend. I didn’t even know it was Creed’s MC until we got there and I recognized their cuts. I would have never… I mean I didn’t know Noah was Creed’s brother. Creed doesn’t talk much about his life. In fact, I didn’t even know he had a brother until the day I went back to the clubhouse to tell Noah I was pregnant.”
“Creed has always been my quiet boy. Even when he was just a little guy, he was a man of few words. But when he does speak, his words carry a strong meaning behind them. They always have. Creed is so damn smart, he could have done anything with his life. Been something really important, like a lawyer or a builder. He’s good with his hands, and I don’t have to tell you how much he loves to argue. The man thinks he’s never wrong,” she laughed. “It’s one of my biggest regrets, letting both of them drop out of school. Most of the time I felt like I was a single parent and the only one who cared about essential things, like an education. All Jameson ever cared about was the club and having his boys be a part of it.”