Epilogue
CREED
I scratch my beard, staring at the blankets of snow all over the backyard and the trees lining the property.
Guess there goes the farmers’ market. Then I scowl at that disappointment.
I can’t believe my life has been dulled down to diapers, toys, and finding joy in walking the local farmers’ market.
I don’t regret a thing. I turn away from the patio door and back to the coffee I’m making for the woman trotting in with her matching pajama set that drives me crazy. She stops short at the window, her lips forming into a pout.
“That’s a lot of snow. Ugh.”
I chuckle, offering her a cup as she slides up to me. Her hands explore over my bare chest before falling to the waistband of my sweatpants.
“I guess it’s an inside day,” she says, biting down on her lip before taking a sip of her coffee.
I raise my eyebrows, unable to hold back the interest bulging in my pants. “You want something, baby?”
She nods. I lean over to kiss her just as a cry rings out from the baby monitor.
Morgan groans, her head tilting back. “No, I'm so horny I’m going to die.”
I sputter on my coffee, setting both of our cups down on the counter before I tug her into my body, squeezing her ass. “We have the next nap, and the next, and then when he goes to sleep. I’ll take care of you. I always do.”
She sighs. “You going to start breakfast while I get him?”
I pat her cheek. “Oh course. Gotta keep Mama fed, so she can feed our baby…and Daddy.” I give her a small kiss and then let her go as her cheeks flush.
My attention falls to the milk leaking through her shirt, and I lick my lips.
I’ve tried it a few times. It’s sweet, but I want to feast on her perfect tits while she’s riding my cock.
“Maybe we can try for the next one,” I call out as she walks away. She flips me off and I laugh, turning my attention back to the breakfast.
It’s not long before she comes back with our son, plopping onto one of the chairs and feeding him.
I smile, my attention drawing to them more than a few times. “You don’t want another?”
Morgan glares at him. “Creed, I can still remember pushing him out of me. Ask when that memory, and the pain, is long forgotten.”
“It’s not a no,” I sing, loading up the pancakes and grabbing bananas to slice up for her.
She sighs. “Plus, I want to wait for all the club business to be done. I assume we’re not staying in Washington after we’re done doing whatever you need to do. I don’t want to build a life here and rip it away from the kids. I hated feeling like I didn’t have a place to land when I was younger.”
My mood plummets, even though I know she’s right.
Our son is only a couple months old, but I have loved it out here.
I don’t get to take my bike out often, but I've grown used to the cage, something about holding her hand across from me and seeing our son in the rearview mirror making it less constricting.
“Up to you. You want to stay, we stay. Or we go back. There’s also the northern chapter in California.”
Her eyebrows scrunch. “I didn’t know you guys have another chapter, but I don’t want you to give up the club.
They’re your family. I still love that town, but I’ll follow you wherever.
” She looks down at our son, running her finger tip over his nose.
“I just meant…let’s hold off on a second one until we have things under control. ”
“Mikayla is pregnant again,” I tell her.
She glares, and I hold up my hands in surrender with a chuckle.
“I was just saying…but I’ll reach out to Cowen today and see where we’re at, okay? Judge told me the other day he got the DA to drop the charges.”
Surprise flickers across her face, and she smiles. “Really? I was concerned they weren’t going to let it go, even if I decided to press charges myself.”
“As soon as we wrap this up, we can go home.”
She looks down at our son. “I do miss Autumn, and he’d have all the other kids to grow up with.” Her nose wrinkles, and I know she’s thinking of the clubwhores.
“Alright, then I’ll start looking into homes. Probably easier if all of us move into the same one, protect all our old ladies and kids at once.”
Morgan snorts. “Whatever you gotta tell yourself.”
“Then maybe we can get married too.”
Her breath catches, and her eyes meet mine. “Are you proposing to me?”
My lips turn up. “No, just giving you a warning that it’s happening.”
“Do you already have a ring?” she asks with a suspicious stare.
My grin widens. “Baby, I bought that ring the same day you kicked me in the balls.”
* * *
“Come here.” I bend my finger, beckoning her to me.
Morgan’s lip quirks, but she lingers by the door, glancing down the hallway. It’s our first night moving our son into his own room, and I know I need to distract my almost-wife so she can relax—even a little—to sleep.
I tap my knuckles on the nightstand where the baby monitor sits. “We’ll hear him if he needs us. Now come here.”
She sighs, padding over, and I pat my lap for her to climb onto. With an eye roll, she does what I ask, and I immediately zero in on her large breasts, struggling to be contained in her tank top.
“You know what I want, Mama.” I slide my hands over her hips, tugging her down to rest against my hardening cock.
She swats at my chest, but moves to unbuckle the clips on her straps. “Don’t call me that.”
I grin at her, palming her large breasts as they fall from the bra.
She moans as I gently squeeze her mounds.
My mouth waters as I roll one nipple between my fingers, watching the white liquid bead on the tip.
I lap it up greedily and Morgan jerks forward, her hand sliding into my hair as I suckle her tit.
My cock throbs in my shorts, the taste of her sweet liquid gold making me harder. I never thought I’d be a man who gets turned on by milk, but here I am, happily. Her head tilts back, her hips moving to slide her pussy against my length.
It’s been a while; our son keeps us busy and tired. I’ve been waiting for her to tell me she’s ready, but this...letting me suck on her, this has been a new thing that neither of us expected to get us going.
I pull away, teasing the other nipple until it’s ready for me. “Imagine how this would feel if you were riding my cock.”
She gasps, her pupils widening as she stares at me. Morgan bites down on her lip, and I can see the desire in her eyes.
I raise an eyebrow. “Want that, baby? Pull me out.”
Without hesitation, she raises on her knees, yanking my shorts down so my cock springs out.
My heart leaps at the glint on her finger as she wraps her hand around my length.
I never had a doubt she would marry me, but it’s still nice to see the proof that she accepted my proposal sitting pretty on her finger.
Morgan lets out a small whimper. “My shorts.” She’s just as desperate as I am.
I reach over to the nightstand, pulling out my small knife and patting her hip to raise higher so I can cut the middle.
She scowls, but does what I ask, and I cut through with ease. “That has to be put up higher when he starts walking,” she scolds me.
I grin, lifting her by the waist and grabbing my cock to line up to her entrance. “I’ll move it tonight.”
Any retort is gone as she sinks onto me and my hands return to her chest. Moans rumble in both of our throats as my cock stretches her tight pussy, and I gulp down more of her milk.
My fingers tighten on her generous flesh as she starts moving up and down my thick shaft.
Fuck, it's been so long that I’d forgotten how fucking incredible she feels.
Morgan uses my shoulders to balance herself, riding me harder as her noises turn to shuddering pants. Her cunt clamps down on me painfully, and she shakes her head. “I’m already so close. Oh god.”
I growl into her skin, sucking more of her milk down before I pull back, grabbing her neck and yanking her to me so I can kiss her pouty lips. “I’m going to come inside you. Maybe put another baby in you.”
Her nostrils flare, and her pussy flutters around my cock. We both know it’s not true. At her last visit, the doctor explained she needed at least a year to heal properly, and I would never put my woman in danger like that.
She opted for an IUD until we’re both ready for another, and with everything going on with the club, it’s the smart choice. But we can play, we can pretend that every time I’m draining my cum in her pussy, we might be that less than one percent that makes it through.
“Come inside me, Daddy,” she moans and I grunt. That’s a new development, same as the milk, and I can say I see the appeal now. Not that I’d ever admit it to the guys after giving them such a hard time.
I fuck up into her, returning to her nipples and sucking on them.
Morgan’s nails dig into me, and after only a few more rocks of our hips we explode together.
Black dots spot my vision as her pussy milks my cock with her pulsating walls, and I hold back the groan as some of her actual milk spills from my lips to my chest. She sags into my arms and I catch her, leaning against the headboard.
“God, I love you,” I tell her through my ragged breaths.
She chuckles lowly. “I like when you confess things to me.”
I smirk at the tease, holding her tighter, enjoying the moment where it’s just the two of us.