21. Creed
CREED
I stare at Bri. “What are you doing?”
She glares. “Catching you in a lie.”
I throw my hands up. “What lie? We’re not together. You broke up with me, and I wanted to move on. What did I lie about?”
“That there was someone else! That you fucking knocked her up,” she grits out.
Rubbing my hand down my face, I shake my head. “It wasn’t like that at the time. It—fuck, Bri. I don’t owe you an explanation! What are you doing here? You follow us, huh?”
She steps back at my warning tone, crossing her arms. “So what if I did. I deserve to know.”
“No,” I tell her, shaking my head again, “you don’t. You just hate that I didn’t come crawling back to you. I’m happy, I’m moving on. You should too.”
“Logan—”
I put my hand up. “If I catch you following us again, if I hear you giving her any trouble in town, you’re done.
You hear me? I’ll have you evicted and fired before the day is over.
” I’ve never spoken to her like that, and I hate doing so.
Bri has been a part of my life for so long, but Morgan is my future, and I won’t let her threaten us.
When her tears start to flow over her cheeks, I scoff in disbelief and head back to the car my baby mama is waiting for me in, ignoring whatever Bri’s screaming at me.
Morgan doesn’t say anything as I climb in and take off out of the parking lot. Our lunch is long forgotten. She’s silent for the rest of the ride back home, and it doesn’t sit well with me.
“Are you mad?” I finally ask.
Her eyebrows dip. “Mad? Why would I be?”
“That I have a crazy ex that stalked us to our appointment.”
Morgan snorts. “No.” Then she laughs a little. “It actually doesn’t surprise me.”
I flash a smirk at her. “I don’t know if I should be offended by that.”
“I’m just saying that I think I’d have a hard time letting you go, even if I was the one who broke up with you.” She bites down on her lip, looking out the window with a pinched look. I can tell she regrets saying it.
My knuckles tighten over the steering wheel. “Bri…She was familiar. It was easy, you know? That’s kind of all it ever was. I didn’t have any guilt fucking other women, it was just the way of life.”
Her eyebrows dip and her throat bobs, but she doesn’t comment on what I said. Instead, she turns to the window. “How do I join the club?”
My hands tighten on the wheel. “It’s an old tradition that technically none of this generation has really followed, or they’re twisting. I think Gage even offered to get rid of it.”
She looks back at me with tight lips. “Why are you avoiding the question?”
I swallow. “Because it’s going to sound bad when I say it. I know how it looks from the outside.”
“Then just say it. If there’s no way around it, then stop beating around the bush.”
I let out a hollow laugh. “You fuck two of the council members or make them come. Or let them see you come. I’m not sure where the line is anymore.”
She scoffs. “Wow. I’m not doing that, ever.”
Against my better judgment I keep talking. “Technically you let Judge watch and he’s on the council.”
Her eyes widen, and her face pales a little. “Oh my god.”
“It’s not a big deal for us—”
She laughs. “No, I’m beginning to realize sex doesn’t mean anything to you all. I’ve heard rumors about the clubs basically being free-for-all orgies, but I put my head in the sand, willing myself to ignore it.”
That doesn’t sit right with me. The dismissive attitude when every time with us has meant more than anything I ever had with the club girls.
“Morgan, I haven’t wanted to be with anyone else since I saw you again.
That night in the bathroom? I replayed it, fucking my fist more times than I’m willing to admit.
Everything about you is different. I can’t explain it.
” It might not seem like much, but if she truly knew how easy it was to get pussy, she’d realize how obsessed I am with her.
Her hand rubs over her belly and she sighs. “Lust…and I’m the new shiny thing. It feels exciting at first, but it will fade. I just…I guess I’m trying to say that maybe it’s not fair I hold you to exclusivity. I’d rather know if you’re sleeping with others than be driven mad with worry about it.”
She thinks Bri was driven mad by me fucking others? Bri couldn’t care less. She just wanted the ring, the house, and most importantly, for me to hang up my cut.
It’s a hit to my gut to know what Morgan thinks, and I take a moment to control my breathing. My temper doesn’t rise often, but I’m furious she’d think so little of herself.
“You were the first person I fucked in Arizona. I’d been there for two months. The Sinners have a whole fucking horde of women that fucking begged for my cock every night.”
Morgan stiffens in her seat but I continue on.
“I knew it was a bad idea to fuck you. Some of the men tried to warn me with looks, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted you the minute I saw you. It would have been easier to fuck one of their clubwhores than a random from their town. I’m not some horndog that can’t keep it in his pants.”
“I’m sorry. I—”
I shake my head. “No, I know what you thought. You’ve heard the rumors, that our club basically has orgies all the time. That we’re criminals with dirty money and even dirtier cocks.”
“Creed—”
“Should we have waited to get to know each other a bit before having a baby? Sure. Maybe I also wanted to selfishly keep you to myself before having to share you. But life rarely goes the way we plan. I’m going to be an amazing fucking dad.”
Her nails dig into my arm, and tears stream down her face when I look over at her.
“You will be, Creed. You’ll be such a good dad. I’m sorry. It’s me, okay? It’s my insecurity. I’m never the one who gets picked. I’m never the one that someone loves enough to stay. Why would you only want me when you can have any woman you want?”
Her last sentence is like a tortured scream, and she leans back into her seat, her hand on her chest as she tries to calm her jagged breathing. She hiccups on another sob and jerks her face away so I can’t see her.
I pull off the road and climb out of the car. I walk to her side, yanking the door open and leaning over her to unbuckle her seatbelt.
“W-what are you doing?” she cries out as I grab her under her arms and lift her out.
I pull her near the back, shielding the view of her and the things I’m about to do to her from her road. “Reminding you that you’re mine.”
Morgan gasps, looking up and down the empty road as I drag her dress up her hips and slide my hand into her panties. “Do you have a thing about fucking in public?”
I chuckle. “I have a thing for you.” I kiss her neck, finding the spot she shivers from right under her ear. “You don’t ever stop me.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, a moan slipping out of her lips as I push my fingers into her.
“Like breaking the law with me, Officer?” I whisper into her ear, pumping my hand a few times.
She shakes her head. “Shhh. Just—oh god.”
I curl my fingers, rubbing my palm against her clit until her pussy clenches tightly around me. “There we go. Come for me, Morgan, and then I’ll fill you with my cum.”
Morgan shudders, her breathing turning erratic as her hips start to rock with my pumps. I swallow her moans with my mouth as her walls flutter around me through her release.
As soon as the pulsing stops, I pull my hand out and undo my jeans just enough for my cock to spring out. She lets out a small yelp as I pick her up, and her arms scramble to hang on to my shoulders as I hook her knees in my elbows.
“Put me inside you,” I tell her, shifting us so my cock rubs against her pussy. Morgan reaches between us, pushing her panties to the side and guiding my tip inside her. I surge forward, burying myself in one stroke. Her head falls against the car.
“Oh god. I love your cock,” she cries out.
I wonder if that’s all she loves, but I ain’t about to approach that subject when I’m proving my point.
“It’s all yours. Only yours,” I tell her through my grunts as I pound into her drenched cunt. I kiss her throat, wishing I could see her breasts as they bounce with my thrusts.
Her cries get louder, and the urge to come is already riding me.
“Who owns this pussy?”
Digging her nails harder into me, her eyes flicker up to meet mine. “You.”
I give her a deeper stroke as I grin. “That’s right. Whose baby are you carrying?”
Goosebumps ripple down her arms. “Yours,” she moans out.
I bite down on my lower lip, rocking my hips faster before I finally give in.
I sink my cock as far as I can, flooding her pussy with my cum.
Both of our panting breaths mingle as we stare at each other, and I lean forward, stretching her legs farther open as I push my dick into her more.
More spurts of my cum splatter her walls and I kiss her lips.
“My pussy, my woman, and my baby. All fucking mine.”
Her laugh comes out as a huff of air, and she kisses me before pushing at my shoulders. “Alright, big man. I’m not that flexible and you said you had that thing to attend.”
“Church,” I mutter, pulling out and setting her down. I make sure to fix her panties to catch any of my cum before tucking myself away.
She hums. “Yeah. You coming home after?”
Home. I don’t correct her, kissing her temple and nodding. “Of course. I’d rather sleep next to you than alone.”
Morgan beams, kissing me again before we separate and get back into the car.