Chapter 9 #2
Kresslee and I shared a room, and I got Creed his own. I hoped that one day he would find the girl he had always told me he never wanted to be with.
Kresslee wanted that too.
As soon as we were in our room, Kresslee backed me against the door, grunting me grunting with her enthusiasm.
She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, and I lifted her in my arms, so it was easier for her to reach my lips.
We made out like a couple of teenagers against that door for a good few seconds before I pulled myself away from the door, then walked us to the bed.
I pulled back, getting undressed quickly, and I looked down at Kresslee, as much as I wanted to see her with my last name on her back, I wanted her perfect body bared to me.
“Get naked. I need you.”
She ripped the jersey over her head, her breasts spilling over the top of her silky bra.
I leaned down, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth as soon as her bra fell to the bed.
Kresslee arched her back, her fingers delving into my hair. I pulled back so she could kick the rest of her clothes off.
As soon as she was naked, I dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed, throwing her legs over my shoulders, licking up her folds to get to her clit.
I sucked it into my mouth, flicking it repeatedly, circling it until she was crying out my name, coming quickly.
I crawled up her body, licking at her skin, sucking at it in places, leaving little love bites on her body.
She gasped with each one, and I licked the sting away. She grabbed my shoulders, and I obliged her, tugging.
She took my lips in a fierce kiss; I knew she could taste herself on them, and that made her kiss me all the harder.
I notched my cock at her entrance and shoved deep, making her cry out into my mouth.
I groaned as our bodies connected the way I always wanted.
She moaned as I stayed still for a second, just needing that connection with her.
When she wiggled her hips, I knew that I had to move.
I pulled my hips back, pulling my cock back to the tip, then pushed back in, repeatedly, my hips thrusting harder, faster.
I wanted the friction, wanted to be as deep inside my girl as possible.
Kresslee wrapped her legs around my waist, making my pubic bone rub against her clit, and I could feel her pussy start to clench on me.
I sped up my thrusts more, getting to my knees, keeping her legs wrapped around me, and I gripped her hips tightly in my hands. I knew I would leave marks on her because of how tightly I gripped her, but she didn’t seem to care.
Her moans spurred me on, and I grunted as I could feel her fall over the edge, her pussy tightening on me so much that it almost pushed me out.
I grabbed onto her tighter, pumping my cock into her a few more times before I came deep inside her.
She let out a soft moan as I stopped my frantic thrusting, and I collapsed over top of her, my cock still hard, buried deep inside her wetness.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me softly.
“I love you.”
I smiled softly against her lips, “I love you too.”
“I can’t wait to start our life together.”
She smiled up at me, “I know. It’s been pretty great so far.”
I nodded, “It wouldn’t be that way if you hadn’t made that choice.”
She tightened her grip on me, “You bet your ass I wasn’t about to waste any more time. We already lost too much as it is.”
I nodded, “I know. You are mine.”
“Always.”
“Thank you for being mine.”
“It isn’t a chore for me.”
I chuckled, making her smile at me, then kissed me once more.
“Our life is going to be amazing. I just know it.”
I nodded, “I know that too.”
We went back to Salt Lake, and Kresslee resigned from her cheer squad. Her best friend was sad, but happy for her in her new life.
Creed did some thinking while he was at my house, deciding to return to St. George and his team, knowing he wanted to work twice as hard to get his team to the big game.
I did not doubt that Creed would take that team further than before. Not that I would let him win when our teams went head-to-head, but he would at least have a better chance of winning.
They hadn’t heard from their dad again, and the last I knew was that he passed away from substance abuse.
Creed had changed a lot since he let all his anger go. He quickly became my best friend and brother. It was something he didn’t know he needed.
He came to visit as often as possible and spent a considerable amount of time at the shelter.
There was a girl who had come in only weeks prior, who looked to be about twenty, and her father and mother had almost beaten her to death because she wanted to go to college.
Her name was Harlow Weston, and the first time Creed saw her, he got hit in the head with a football. He hadn’t paid attention to the boy throwing the ball, and he went down to the mats hard.
Kresslee had rushed over to him, worried, but Creed sat up, shaking his head, trying to see that girl.
She had gone back into the shelter, but Creed hadn’t let that go.
He went in after her, and I had a feeling that she wouldn’t be at the shelter much longer.
I was thrilled for him.
Kresslee had also found out she was pregnant a few weeks ago. She was excited, and I was thrilled.
So was Creed.
He couldn’t wait to be an uncle.
After our wedding, which was a small, intimate affair in our yard with only my family, Kresslee’s grandma, and our closest friends, it was the best night of my life.
Now we were moving on to our next step, and while Kresslee had wanted to be a cheerleader for the Saints cheer team, it wasn’t possible. But I didn’t want that anyway.
I wanted her to be my very own cheerleader anyway. She loved it.
I knew I was lucky. Our life was beautiful, and though we hadn’t been together when we were younger, I was thrilled that we had our future.
She was my future. My life. And I wouldn’t take that for granted. We were finally safe to love.