Genuine
Morgan
He could do no wrong and it annoyed the hell out of me. He did things all the time that should have pissed me off, but just one look into those gorgeous eyes not only made me forgive him, but I would completely forget why I was supposed to be mad. The scene unfolding in front of my eyes took my breath away. Addie woke and climbed up on Creed’s lap. Instead of reacting negatively because he was busy working, he smiled and welcomed her into his arms. That was sweet to see, but what I saw next blew my mind away. He closed his eyes and placed his lips on her little blond head and kissed it. The genuine sweet smile on his face told me everything I needed to know. Addie was loved dearly by an amazing man.
Melissa gave a slight gasp as she also witnessed such a tender moment. “He loves her.” She whispered under her breath like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Creed as he held her so closely. She looked so tiny and fragile in his arms, but I suddenly realized the most powerful things could come in the tiniest packages. He did love her, and it wasn’t something he had to say out loud, it was evident in the way he looked at her. He looked at her the exact same way my dad looked at me. It was that moment when I knew without a shadow of doubt that Alistair Creed owned my heart and my soul.
My eyes focused on his hands as he held sweet Addie with such tender love. Memories of them gently grazing across my skin, the way they felt when he cupped my face as he kissed me, and the way they would deliver me to the brink of ecstasy when his fingers slid inside me played through my mind. They were the most powerful hands in the world. They gave Addie comfort and made her feel safe. A little girl who witnessed and survived the most horrific incident a person could imagine, felt loved and safe because of him.
Creed made me feel complete and filled to the rim. It wasn’t the same kind of love I felt for my family, it was intense and powerful. It consumed me and made us one. Losing him would be like ripping everything inside me away, leaving only a shell. Neither Creed or I were religious people, but we were both believers. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that there was a more powerful entity behind the love I had for him. The love I felt for him wasn’t just an emotion. It was embedded deep inside me, the same as my heart and every vital organ. It was why I could never feel content, because that vital love inside me hadn’t found its home until I met Creed. I knew I would marry that man and spend the rest of my life with him.
As I admired him, I could still feel the ache between my legs from the night prior. That beautiful and gentle man I watched holding our sweet little girl was all but gentle the night before. Remembering sent a sharp pain to my core and shot straight up to my heart, making it pound fiercely against my chest. He wanted to make love, but I begged him to take me harder and faster. He didn’t give me the mercy I didn’t want, and as he came inside me, he roared the three words he probably never said before in his life. “Fuck I love you, Morgan! I love you so fucking hard, Fuck!” He bit down on my shoulder as I could feel myself tighten around him. I knew every time his body jerked his cock was shooting streams of his warmth deep inside me. The reactions to his orgasms grew each time we had sex. They didn’t come in a moan, but a roar and his entire body would tense as his stomach muscles would contract tightly as he shot more of his DNA inside me.
Our flight landed and the men Creed sent ahead were waiting with two black SUV’s with heavily tinted windows. Since we landed on a private airstrip, the cars were able to pull right up to our jet. We had a few free days before the premier of the movie I made the year prior. It was titled Saint’s and Sinners, and I played the leading female role with Brandon Kingston and Kyle Rohe as the two male leading men. It was a Civil War movie about a southern woman that gained intel in the south and fed it to the north. Her father was a slave owner, and she was in love with a slave. Her father killed Brandon’s character, which was the slave my character loved, and my character wanted vengeance. She worked with Kyle’s character who was with the Union. They eventually lost contact and when Kyle found her years later, he learned another man was raising his child.
I knew the premier would probably cause a negative response in Creed. There were some very sexual scenes with both Brandon and Kyle’s characters. I knew I had to have a talk with Creed before the premier. He needed to accept what my career was, and not one touch from those men made me feel anything. The actual moments of shooting those scenes were completely different than they would appear on screen. The sweat on my body was caused by all the hot lights shining down on me. Although those kinds of scenes called for a closed set, the director, makeup and hair, cameramen, etc. were all watching. It always took quite a few takes to capture the scene appropriately. I was told where to put my hands, my legs, my lips, and I had lines. It was far from intimate.
It was a day of amazement for Addie and Melissa both. Neither had ever flown before and neither had seen the ocean. Jason was waiting for us when our car pulled up to the house.
“Welcome home, Morgan.” He gave me a hug, but I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up on end. I looked beside me, and Creed had a look on his face that told me we would be having a discussion later. He needed to get control of his jealousy. A hug was a far cry from what he was thinking. Everyone else carried a suitcase as I held Addie’s hand and made our way inside.
I couldn’t help but envy Addie and Melissa as we stepped out back and they finally saw the ocean for the first time. They were in awe, and I wished I was experiencing it for the first time as well. Creed missed it because he was too busy looking over the new security system he had his men install and then he was checking the perimeter. I could have sworn that man spent half his life at that time trying to secure our safety. He constantly thought there were hundreds of people clambering for the chance to hurt me. I knew we would be seeing the paparazzi and fans when we went out and I really needed to prepare him. Sometimes all they wanted was a selfie and an autograph which was harmless, unless I was being stampeded. He was going to have to accept that people would be taking pictures, and it was okay. We had talked about it, and he understood that after we made one appearance together his life would be exposed for all to see. We just hoped Creed’s Lake wouldn’t be exposed.
Once Creed was satisfied with all the safety measures he put in place, all three of us changed into swimsuits after Addie’s constant begging to go swimming. Melissa got settled into my first floor guest bedroom. We took Addie to the beach then to the pool. After that we had pizza for dinner and Addie was out like a light.
Creed had just read her a story and we quietly made our way downstairs. We enjoyed a glass of wine by the fireplace on my back patio.
I was laying between his legs on a lounger and we were comfortable curled up together. “You’re home is beautiful, Morgan.” He kissed the side of my head.
“It will never be home to me, Creed. It’s a house and that’s it. My home is on Creed’s Lake. I’m going to list this place since I have no plans to ever live here again. Well, actually, I was never here enough to say I ever lived here.”
He kissed my head again and tightened his arms around me. “Not even Creed’s Lake was a home until you arrived.”
I was watching as my nail tapped on my glass of wine. “I’m going to marry you someday, Creed. I just thought you should know.”
He chuckled as he laid his head against mine. “I appreciate the warning.”
“Then I’m going to bring little Creed’s into the world. They’re going to be so cute and look just like their daddy.” I day dreamed.
“Good, because I don’t think the world is ready for a bunch of Morgan’s. I know I’m not ready to fight off all the horny little bastards that’ll show up on our doorstep when they’re teenagers. I already have to face that with Addie someday.” He paused and I smiled before he spoke up again. “I want to be Addie’s dad. I love her so much, Morgan. I know we’ve had brief conversations about it, but I want to make her my daughter too. I love her so damn much it hurts sometimes. I want to be the guy that chases all the monsters under her bed away. Dammit Morgan, it’s the way she looks at me sometimes. I can see her walking across the stage at her graduation and us dropping her off at college. I want to give her what Callie always wanted her to have, and I want to do it with you, as her parents.”
I turned my head to look at him. “Are you serious?”
“I never wanted kids. I also never wanted to love anyone, but it happened and look at me now. I want a life with you more than I have ever wanted anything. If I didn’t have this deployment hanging over me, these would be the happiest and most fulfilling days of my life. Dammit Morgan, while Addie sleeps and I have you in my arms I feel complete. I used to regret so much of my life, but now I don’t feel it as much. If I would have deviated from this path, you might not have been in my life. Just the thought of what I could have missed saddens me. I didn’t know loving someone would feel this way. It’s like all my fears have disappeared.”
Maybe his fears but what about his anger? “I have a fear.”
He looked down at me. “What is it?”
I knew by the look on his face he wanted to squash it before he knew what I had to say. “That we will go to the premier and you’ll have a meltdown during the screening. There’s sex scenes with two different men. My breasts are exposed, and their hands are on me. Those men will be there, Creed.”
I believed I heard a small growl.
“When we are filming those scenes it’s a closed set. Lights shine down on us, Jonathan is telling us where to put our hands and how to kiss. There’s no place for feelings or desires. It’s the furthest thing from intimate it could be, because it’s a professional set. If anything, I dreaded them.”
“Tell me one thing. Did any of those fuckers have a hard on while they touched you?”
Yes, even Jake, but it wasn’t something they could always control. It was uncomfortable when it happened, but it wasn’t like it made me horny or anything.
“Your hesitancy tells me they did. Even my cousin?” He asked with a growl.
“Its not like they could help it, and it did nothing for me. If anything, it was cringe worthy, especially with Jake. He apologized so many times it became funny. He hated it, and it was blah…so cringe for both of us.”
“You’re telling me I’ll be watching sex scenes where the guy has a fucking hard on while touching the love of my life? They don’t know you the way I do, Morgan. They don’t know that you have the purest heart in the world. They don’t know that you mumble in your sleep, or that you squeeze the toothpaste from the top, an how you replace the toilet paper the wrong way. They don’t know how gorgeous you are when you sleep, or how kind you are to everyone you meet. They see a beautiful woman on the outside and I see a fucking angel on the inside. They don’t get it, they just see a woman they want to fuck because you keep yourself so closed off. They don’t get to see the real Morgan Rossi. I hate that they touched you with those thoughts in their minds. Fuck them.” He growled.
“But you’re missing the point, Creed. All of it was before you and no man other than you will ever touch me again. I’ll never do sex scenes again. My body, mind, and soul belongs to you now. None of them tried to make me uncomfortable. In fact, they tried to make it as easy on me as possible. I need you to give me the same respect and forgiveness as I’ve given you. I know those rogue bikers are dead and you had a hand in it. I know you’ve taken lives, and I also know you’ve fucked around with the girls at Creed’s Lake. By showing any anger or aggression while at that premier you’re disrespecting me.”
He was breathing a little harder, telling me he was pissed. “But I have to go to work with men I know have seen your body. They’re going to go watch this movie then look at me the next day. I fucking hate it.”
“I have to go to work and face women that have sucked your dick and prepare them for their general education. You’ve given them orgasms, and I’ve only ever truly known two other men. Don’t tell me what you have to face because of my movies when I get to face women that you’ve actually had sexual encounters with, Creed. I’m not entitled to own your past just like you’re not entitled to own mine. It was all before we met, and you can’t let that come between us.”
He sighed. “I’ll try to deal with the anger.”
“You need to do better than just try. The press will be there and if you cause a scene, they will focus even more on you. Creed’s Lake doesn’t need the exposure.” I reminded him.
“I have spent my entire adult life living from one mission to another. All I’ve done is fight, and I’ve seen some shit, Morgan. I’ve fucking had to watch.” He stopped himself and took in a few deep breaths.
“You’ve seen what, Creed?” I sat up and turned so I could see him better. His hands were covering his face, so I wrapped my hands around his wrists and pulled his hands away. “Talk to me.” I instructed as I watched his eyes. He looked as if he was fighting a battle.
“It was in Afghanistan. We were sent for a high value target, and we succeeded, but our helicopter was shot down. Thankfully, it only took hours for Axton to form a team to pull us out, but as he did that, we were captured. We had one woman on our team, and we were all chained and hanging from our wrists, except she was hanging in front of us. They tried to force us to watch.” He took in a deep breath. “We couldn’t do anything. We were forced to hang there as they raped her over and over again. They did everything in their power to humiliate and torture her, while her own team was forced to watch. There was a young girl that was kidnapped from her family. They were about to rape her when Axton arrived. I can’t…. I can’t see a man look at you the way those men did our team member and stay calm. I know what they’re thinking. They want to touch you and treat you like you’re some lifetime goal to fuck. They don’t know you the way I do. They don’t know that you’re brilliant, patient, and kind. You are so much more than a great set of tits and a tight ass. You’re my fucking world now and you deserve respect.” He ran his hand down his face. “I never wanted this, I never wanted love. That’s why I did the contracts with the other women. I needed sex, but I couldn’t get attached. I wanted to help them but not care, because caring hurts. I wanted to feel important, and I swear I treated them right. I always told them how smart and pretty they were, just so they knew they were worth more than a quick fuck. I know now that I probably did more damage than good, but I can’t regret it because if I did allow myself to get attached then met you, I’d not be able to resist you. I might have hurt someone else because you’re it for me. Sex with you is not like anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s out of this world, but that’s just a bonus. I need all of you, Morgan. I need more than just sex, that’s just a small factor in what I love most about you. I fucking love you so damn much, I’d rather die than let anyone ever hurt or disrespect you. Do you hear me?”
I nodded my head because I was speechless. He grabbed the back of my head and slammed his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with a fever in return. “I’m going to marry the hell out of you someday, but not until this fucking deployment is over. Take that as a warning, because it’s going to fucking happen.” He slammed his lips back down on mine.
My emotions were all over the place. He didn’t get angry because he was jealous, he got angry because of men looking at me with hunger in their eyes and it brought up bad memories. He was unable to help the woman on his mission, and that made him feel weak.
He picked me up in one quick move and carried me inside. Not up to our bedroom, that was too far away. He took me to the library and kicked the door shut. It was a race the moment he sat me down on my feet to shed our clothes. He sat on the sofa and brought me down on top of him. Our lips never parted as I sank down with him inside me. I hissed at the pain of being stretched so far and he filled me so deep and full I had to take a moment to adjust.
One of his hands guided my hips to rock back and forth, while the other gripped on to the hair on the back of my head as his eyes were locked on mine. “I’m going to do it again tonight. I’m not pulling out and I’m going to fill you so fucking full that I’ll leave a part of me with you. I’m getting you pregnant, so you’ll always have a part of me. Do you understand me?”
“Yes!” I cried out as his hand guided my hips to move faster.
“Is that what you want, Morgan? Do you want to carry my baby?” He gave me no mercy. The friction of his body against my clit but being filled so painfully full was kicking me into my orgasm.
“Yes!” The idea of having Creed’s baby drove me over the edge.
“Say it, Morgan!” He strained as he began thrusting his hips under me. Kicking off an explosion that set off fireworks in my vision.
“No other man will ever touch me.” I tried to speak as I tightened around him, and he tightened his grip on my hair and hip.
“I’m about to make my mark on your body. Fuck, you’re going to be even more beautiful with my son or daughter growing inside you. I’ll finally have the family I always needed.”
“We already are, Creed!” I tried not to scream too loud.
“Oh fuck! Here it comes, its starting!” He cried out just before he slammed my lips down on his to silence my screams. I loved him, I loved him so much it hurt. As my orgasm released me from its grips, Creed had a death hold on me. His body was as stiff as a rock, and he wasn’t even breathing before I felt him jerk then whimper. His body finally relaxed but his hand let go of my hair and he held me in place. “Please don’t move.” He buried his head in the crook of my neck as he recovered. He was such a silly man. We had been using the pull out method ever since I got birth control from Zoey, and she said I couldn’t start them until my next cycle was over. Well, I should say we tried to use that method, but not always successfully. He kissed my neck and chuckled. “I think I lost all my sanity just then, I’m sorry, Morgan.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “I’m probably already pregnant, Creed. Remember, we decided to live with the consequences until my next cycle?”
“Its so damn worth it.” He lifted his head and kissed me as we were both still trying to catch our breaths and my heart was still racing. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Morgan. We might spend a lot of time together, but I’m letting my emotions get away from me too early in this relationship. I know I want those things with you, but I shouldn’t take it so lightly. Fucking Tanner and Darren are going to kick my ass. You just feel so damn good and I’m more than ready for our future. I think this deployment might also make me feel rushed. I have such little time with you left. It definitely won’t be a regret for me though. I am going to marry you when I get home and I’m also going to get you pregnant all the time.”
I laughed. “All the time? How many kids are we talking about, Creed?”
He smiled at me. “As many as God will give us.” He kissed me and for some reason I was okay with that.
I knew what he was doing and it about killed me. He didn’t know when or if he would return from his deployment. He wasn’t just rushing things, he was trying to leave a part of him somewhere safe. He was coming to terms with the fact that he may not return, and his father’s bloodline would end with him. He might not have felt invincible before, but he did that time. I believe that was why he was so quick to agree to no more missions after he returned from deployment. He knew he escaped death too many times already, and he finally had something to live for, and that was love. I tended to believe he was far more emotional than normal when awaiting deployment. He knew Addie and I needed him, and he was scared.