27. Morgan
MORGAN
His lips trail down my neck and I shiver. I roll my shoulders, trying to nudge him off. “Everyone is waiting for us.”
My warning goes ignored as his hands slide to rub over my growing belly bump.
It’s been almost three months since the incident with my father, and we’ve rarely left the clubhouse.
Only once for an appointment that confirmed we’re having a boy.
His brothers are excited to have another little next gen, as they call it, running around.
I finally told Quinn what happened, after weeks of skirting around the truth, of why I’m living with Creed and why I’m not working. I forgot that she has my location and noticed my dot rarely leaving the clubhouse.
Now she’s coming down for an early baby shower because Creed and I might have to relocate to Washington for the time being for whatever he has to do for Cowen.
Since that day in church, I haven’t bothered to ask any questions.
The less I know the better. He seemed nervous to bring up the idea, but I agreed without complaint.
I’ll go wherever he needs me to. I’ll go wherever he is, always.
“You’re the star of the show. They have to wait for you,” he mutters, cupping my breast through the thin material, kneading it roughly. I gasp, leaning into his chest.
This isn’t the first time we’ve touched since moving in. No, I’ve been horny as hell, but this is the first time he’s touched me like he’s not going to break me. I’ve missed my rough biker who always acted desperate to have me.
“Yeah, but…ah.” I inhale sharply when he pinches my nipples. They’ve been so sensitive, I’m convinced I could come from him touching them alone. “Creed.”
“I love when you moan my name,” he whispers, kissing up my neck.
My heart rattles in my chest and my eyes prick. “Is that all you love?”
His hands pause, and then he turns me around to stare at my face. My fingers clutch tighter to my towel.
“You serious?” Something wary flickers on his face.
I shrug, rolling my tongue over my teeth before sighing. “I’m just emotional. Ignore me.”
Creed cups my face, leaning down so his forehead rests against mine. “Morgan, I love everything about you. I’ve never felt the way I do about anyone like I do you. God, I love you doesn’t even sound like enough. I’m obsessed with you. My heart beats for you. My lungs breathe for you. My—”
I cover his mouth with my hand, giggling. “I got it. I love you too.”
He smiles, nipping at my hand. “You have no idea of the depravity of what I constantly want to do to you.”
“Like what?” My question comes out thick, wetness growing between my legs as his hands move down my shoulders, and his fingertips brush over the tops of my breasts.
He tugs on the towel and I let it fall to the ground. He immediately cups my heavy breasts and then my belly. “Like painting your tits and belly with my cum.”
A shiver works up my spine, and my nipples harden painfully.
“P-paint?”
He hums. “Yeah, all over you, and then rub it into your skin. Spend the whole day knowing you have me on you.”
I swallow a laugh, running my hand over his chest. “You can do what you want, but you’re mistaken if you think I’m not taking a shower after.”
Creed lets out a small growl, picking me up and tossing me gently onto the bed. “What if I don’t let you? All these men sniffing around you because you’re so beautiful, swollen with my child. I can smell their jealousy, and I know where their minds wander.”
This time I don’t hold back the laugh, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Creed, no one is staring at me. Are you getting a little possessive?”
He follows me down to the mattress, kissing me as his hand roams over my belly. “A little? I’m ready to kill my brothers. I get why Dodge and Gage have their women living outside the clubhouse now.”
He yanks a pillow down, pushing it under my back as he rolls me over it.
I almost want to smile at our new routine since I’ve gotten bigger.
He prefers it, considering the last time I climbed on, he came as soon as I slid down, saying the sight of me like that was too much for him.
I can’t fault him. I go off like the flick of a light switch.
His hands explore over me, and he shoves off his boxer briefs before lining up his cock to my entrance and pushing in.
My eyes roll back. The stretch of his thick length never gets old. It’s always so so good the first time he slides in. His tongue runs over his lips as he smirks down at me.
“I can’t get enough of you either.”
He thrusts hard and I arch into him, my nails digging into his waist as I hold him to me, rocking my hips with his rhythm. Just the slight pressure against my clit is turning me on like crazy. I’m already clamping down on him as he picks up his pace, his cock sliding in and out with deep strokes.
I gasp, coming hard as Creed grunts above me. A whimper escapes me as he pulls out, rising onto his knees and stroking his wet cock. My mouth parts in shock just as the first spurt of his cum lands on my belly, and then I raise up on my elbows. Another rope of white lands on my breasts and chin.
His eyes are wild as he milks his cock through his fist, forcing a few more splatters onto my body. His chest is heaving, panting as he finally stops and studies his handiwork.
My heart jumps at the grin lifting on his lips as he leans down, smearing his cum, rubbing into my skin with slow circles.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers. “I can’t believe this is my life.”
Tears blur my vision. Even in such an inappropriate moment, it means the world that he says that.
* * *
Quinn slides the piece of cake before me on the table. “Quick, before your baby daddy tries to accuse me of poisoning you again.”
I smile. “He just feels out of control since he can’t do anything but wait.”
She sighs. “I know, but a soda or two is just fine. He needs to calm down. If my bestie wants a fucking Dr. Pepper, I’m gonna get it for her.”
“I’ve missed you,” I tell her with an affectionate grin, shoving a bite of the cake into my mouth. I didn't care what they got for my baby shower, but whatever they chose tastes delicious.
Quinn pushes out her bottom lip with a small pout. “Are you happy? Move back with me.”
I laugh. “I’m so happy.”
She moans, resting her head on my shoulder. “I know, I can see it. They’re good to you?” Her eyes look over the backyard full of bikers.
“So good.”
My best friend sniffs. “Good, you deserve it. Such a kind heart born from the cruelest of parents.”
I’m proud I don’t flinch at the mention of them.
Neither have reached out to me. I know my dad was put on paid leave while he recovers, and my mom hasn’t bothered calling me since she found out I moved back to town.
I’ve only tried to call her twice about the pregnancy and then gave up.
It’s not like I want them in the baby’s life anyway.
Reaching out, I take her hand in mine. “Don’t forget that life gave me you, and I wouldn’t have survived if it hadn’t.”
She sits up, wiping at her pretend tears. “I know, right? How lucky you are.”
A cleared throat has us both looking.
“You two need anything?” Nash asks, but his eyes keep falling back to Quinn.
She flicks her coiled hair off her shoulders and smiles sweetly up at him. “What are you offering, big boy?”
I nearly choke on the flush that works over his face and his neck.
“Uhh…uhm,” he stutters out.
Quinn’s nails tap on the table, and she hums under her breath. “Nothing. That’s too bad.”
She turns to me. “Time to open presents?”
I can’t speak as I watch Nash walk off with a frown, and then I turn my attention back to my best friend. “What was that?”
“It’s called flirting, Morgan.”
“No, that felt like something more.” I can’t put my finger on it just yet, but my spidey senses are tingling.
She shrugs. “The night is young, and you go to sleep when the sun is still out. We’ll see.”
Pushing her away with a laugh, I roll my eyes. “Wait until you have a kid. You’ll realize how exhausting it is.”
Her nose wrinkles. “Who says I’m having kids? Ew.”
At my pointed look, she snickers. “Obviously I’m going to be the best auntie to your little boy. But other kids? Ew.”
I shake my head. “Come on, help me up. I gotta pee and then do all these gifts.”