Justice (Creed Brothers Book 1)

by K. C. Lynn

  “I love you so much,” she cries as I lift her off her feet.

  “I love you too, baby.”

  She wraps her legs around my waist, her hot center coming in direct contact with my growing cock.

  Groaning, I slip my hands under her skirt, cupping her ass to bring her closer. “I want you so fucking bad right now. It makes me hard to know my baby is growing inside this beautiful body of yours.”

  “Then take me,” she breathes, granting me permission. “Right here.”

  A growl works its way up my throat as I walk a few steps into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind us before setting her down on the counter. Her sharp breath fans across my face, her need fueling the potent one I have roaring in my veins.

  Her hands are eager and frantic, removing my shirt before mine slip up her skirt to tear her satin panties from her hips. My fingers delve through her wet heat, testing her readiness, and finding her fucking soaked. Her head drops back on a fiery moan, my greedy lips consuming the exposed skin on her neck, tasting, biting…marking, all while she fumbles with my belt.

  The moment my cock is released, I waste no time lining up to her entrance, but like always I pause, waiting for permission.

  Now more than ever before.

  Her soft gaze holds mine, hands framing my face. “I want you, Justice. I always want you.”

  It was all I needed to hear before sliding right into fucking heaven.

  Slow.

  Deep.

  Mine.

  My head swims with pleasure, warmth exploding through every cell of my body.

  “I love feeling you inside of me,” she moans, wrapping her arms around my neck, bringing us skin to skin, the scent of her shampoo filling my senses. “It’s always so good. So right.”

  “Yeah, baby. We’re fucking perfect together.”

  Every drive of my hips is slow and precise, just like they have been the last few nights I’ve taken her. She’s with me every second, our bodies moving together, creating a raging inferno, our heated breaths fogging up the mirror.

  It’s always like this between us, the need, the urgency; it’s always there, consuming us both. It could set this whole fucking place up in flames. I will never get enough of it, never have enough of her. Even more so now that I know she’s going to give me another baby.

  “We’re going to have lots of kids, Ryanne,” I tell her, the words coming out on a growl. “I want you constantly pregnant.” The thought drives me fucking wild, pushing my cock deeper.

  “I want that, too,” she admits breathlessly. “I want a big family.”

  Grasping her hair, I pull her head back gently, needing to look into her pretty face, my lips hovering only an inch from hers. “Forever.”

  “Forever,” she repeats back.

  I pick up speed, my fingers gripping her hips while hers bite into my shoulders. It sends a trickle of heat to lick down my spine.

  “Justice.” My name floating past her lips like warm silk is the only warning I get before she’s coming apart, her face soft and sweet as pleasure takes over.

  I claim her mouth once more, inhaling her cries, and let them take me with her, my cock driving in one last time before I empty myself in her warm body.

  She drops her forehead on my shoulder, our damp skin colliding, hearts pounding against the other as we fight to catch our breaths.

  My head turns, lips pressing to her temple. “I promise to make you happy, Ryanne. I’ll take good care of our family.”

  She leans back, bringing her warm eyes before mine and frames my face between her slender hands. “You already do.” Leaning in, she presses her smiling lips to mine in the briefest contact. “Come on, let’s clean up and tell the others.”

  Within minutes we’re walking across the yard, hand in hand. Hannah’s laughter greets us, drifting through the air as Braxten tosses her above his head and catches her. Thankfully, the fucker finally went and put some clothes on.

  The sound of her laughter carries a promise for the future. A future I will never take for granted as long as I live.

  All eyes swing to us at our approach, their smiles fading.

  “Time to go?” Hannah asks sadly, clinging to my brother.

  “Actually, there’s been a change of plans.” I look at each one of them as they all remain silent. “Ryanne and I have decided to stay.”

  Their excitement explodes through the air; Hannah’s being the loudest of all as she hugs Braxten’s neck.

  “Well now, that’s great news, son. Really great news,” my dad says, coming over to pull me in for a hard hug before doing the same with Ryanne.

  “What changed your minds?” Braxten asks.

  “We wanted to stay close to you guys.” I look down at Ryanne, unsure of how much she wants to announce just yet. At her smile and nod, I relay the rest. “Ryanne is pregnant and has agreed to marry me.”

  Another round of cheers sound throughout, my father growing emotional as he pulls Ryanne in for another hug. Braxten places Hannah down on the ground, he and Knox following behind as she races into my arms. “I’m really going to be a big sister?”

  “Yeah, what do you think about that?” I ask, even though I already have a pretty good idea.

  “I think it’s amazin’. I promise to be the best big sister ever.”

  “I have no doubt, baby.”

  She reaches for Ryanne next who accepts her eagerly. “Our wish came true, Mama,” her voice is a gentle whisper in Ryanne’s ear.

  “I told you, never stop wishing.”

  Braxten congratulates me, his fist knocking with mine. “You leave for ten minutes and manage to knock her up and get her to marry you. Now that’s some skill, brother.”

  We share a laugh while Ryanne rolls her eyes.

  He moves to her next, curling an arm around her shoulders since my father now has Hannah. “If it’s a boy you’re going to name him after me, right?”

  She gives him a playful elbow. “Not likely. The last thing we need is any more rumors in this town, Braxten Creed.”

  She’s got that right. Though, rumors are nothing my brothers and I aren’t accustom to.

  Knox extends his hand to me next, approval on his face. “I’m happy for you, man.”

  Taking his offered hand, I pull him in for a hard hug.

  “I’m glad you’re staying,” he murmurs for my ears only.

  “Me too.”

  He directs his attention to Ryanne after, congratulating her as well.

  “Thanks,” she whispers, her smile indicating how much his words mean to her.

  “This calls for a celebration,” my father says. “Why don’t we head inside for a big breakfast. Hannah J. and I can make our famous chocolate chip pancakes.”

  “With whip cream and strawberries,” Hannah adds.

  We all agree and are about to head inside when the sound of a car coming down the long gravel driveway stops us short. The vehicle rolls to a stop and a moment later Gwen steps out holding a plate of cookies.

  “Gwen,” my father greets her, looking as surprised as the rest of us. Apart from the other night, I am pretty sure she has never been here before, definitely never for any social calls.

  “Hello,” she greets us, looking more than a little nervous.

  My father hands Hannah off to me and walks over to her.

  “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she says quietly, “but I made these for you and wanted to bring them by.”

  “Gingersnaps,” he says, taking the plate from her. “You remembered my favorite.”

  “Of course. I’ve never forgotten any of your favorites.” She blushes at the admission, awkward silence filling the space between them. My father shuffles his feet, sharing a smile with her.

  “Jesus,” Braxten mutters, leaning in close. “This is fucking brutal to watch. We need to teach Dad some moves.”

  I grunt, having no desire to do that. I’m not used to seeing my father like this, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it
. I respect Gwen, even more now that she helped bring down the founding families, but when it comes to my father we are as protective over him as he is us and the last thing I want is him getting hurt.

  “Well,” Gwen says. “I’ll let y’all get back to your day now.” She turns to leave but my father stops her with a hand to her slender shoulder.

  “Would you like to stay and celebrate with us?”

  “Celebrate?” she asks.

  My father gestures over to the group of us. “Ryanne and Justice are getting married and giving me another grandbaby.”

  “Oh how wonderful,” she gushes, genuine happiness radiating from her. “Congratulations to you both.”

  “Thank you,” Ryanne says with a smile.

  “Come and eat with us,” my father insists. “We were just about to make some brunch.”

  “My and Papa’s famous pancakes,” Hannah interjects proudly.

  “That sounds lovely but…I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

  “Nonsense.” My father wraps an arm around her shoulders, giving her no choice but to follow. “We’ll sit out on the porch after and you can hear how good my granddaughter is at singing the blues.”

  “Well, I’d like that very much.”

  The rest of us follow, all gathering in the kitchen. It doesn’t take long before the meal is prepared and we’re taking our seats around the table, laughter filling the room while my father’s favorite music plays from the radio. Hannah sits on his lap with Gwen next to them, hanging on every word they say.

  I glance over at my brothers, all three of us sharing a look, a silent exchange in this one moment, and something my father said long ago emerges: “Family is what we make it and whom we make it with. They aren’t always blood or the people who brought us into this world, but they are always loyal, true and love without fault.”

  I’m pulled from the thought when Ryanne reaches for my hand beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze before gifting me with her radiant smile.

  A feeling of contentment settles over me, stronger and deeper than ever before. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have this. I thought I’d be alone forever until Knox and Braxten came into my life. Then we figured it would always just be the three of us, fighting to survive in a world that gave up on us, until Thatcher Creed changed it all, taking in what no one else wanted and making us a family.

  I didn’t think it could get any better, but then the woman next to me changed it in ways far greater than I could have ever imagined. She broke through my defenses, turning my world upside down, and made me a father to a little girl I love in ways I never thought I was capable. A love and devotion I will continue to give them for as long as I live.

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  Turn the page for a letter from the author…

  Dear Reader,

  I hope you enjoyed the first book of the Creed Brothers. There is still so much to come for this series and I can’t wait to share more of these characters with you. Braxten’s book is second and Knox’s will be the third and final story. Among them we will get to see Thatcher and Gwen’s story play out, as I am sure you all are as invested in these two as I am.

  As of right now I’m not sure when I’ll be releasing Braxten’s story since I have a few other series on the go that need attention. It is best to follow me on social media to keep up-to-date with what’s to come next or my website www.authorkclynn.com where you can also read sneak peeks and short stories of my Men of Honor characters.

  If you are a new reader to me and you enjoyed this series, please feel free to check out my Men of Honor series. Jaxson Reid and Ryder Jameson, whom were both mentioned in this story, are a part of that series. The first book Fighting Temptation is free on all platforms.

  I can’t wait to bring you more Creed Brothers.

  Until next time,

  K.C. Lynn

  Acknowledgements

  Rob, your support never ceases to amaze me. No one on this earth loves me more than you. I put so much time and energy into a story and you are always left dealing with everything, including my overwhelming up and down emotions. Instead of being frustrated, you love me even harder. Thank you for being the best husband and father.

  My family, especially my mom and mother-in-law, thank you for your support. My journey wouldn’t be what it is without you guys.

  Megan, you have been with me since the very beginning. I feel like this is not just my journey but our journey. I’ve learned so much from you and have grown because of you. I don’t thank you enough for everything you do for me. You never get upset when I constantly change my mind and give you back work that you’ve already done. Your patience and overwhelming support means more to me than you will ever know and the same goes with your friendship. Thank you for not only being a great editor but an amazing friend.

  Keshia, you are the bestest friend I have ever had. Thank you so much for always following me on my most difficult journeys and never leaving my side. I’ve not only learned how to be an amazing writer from you but also a better person. You are what true friendships are made from.

  Kim, some of the most incredible memories of my life have been shared with you. Thank you for being one of my best friends and for always having my back. Through the good and the bad. Love ya.

  Jodi, I don’t think there are strong enough words to describe just what your friendship means to me. You are one of my closest friends and your loyalty knows no bounds. I promise to always cherish our friendship and you. Thank you for being my friend. You kicked ass at all these covers and I’m so glad my boys got to be your first. ;) Love you, my sweet British.

  My betas, Sian, Alycia, Andrea, Candace, Nineveh, Jade, Sam and Auntie Cindy. You will never know how much your support means to me. I love that you all are a part of my journey. Thank you for always giving me the truth and never steering me wrong. Most importantly, thank you for your friendships.

  Anna, you are one of my favorite people in this Indie world. I enjoy our very long conversations when it comes to this book life. You mean a lot to me, and I cherish our friendship. Thank you for being you.

  My proofreaders. Kim, Meg, Nancy, and now Rachel. Thank you for your sharp eyes and having my back to make this the best book it can be. Your support means a lot to me.

  To all of my Ladies of Honor, YOU GALS ARE LIFE. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for coming along this journey with me, for loving and supporting not just me but my family, too. I cherish the time we spend together and consider you all much more than readers, I consider you friends. Thank you for being the most amazing group an author can ask for.

  Wander and Andrey, thank you so much for making this not only one of my favorite covers but my most favorite shooting experience. The Creed Brothers shoot was one of the best moments of my career and I won’t ever forget it. I love you both to pieces.

  Alissa, thank you so much for all the work you put in for me when it comes to my release blitzes. I appreciate your hard work and am glad you are a part of my journey.

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  To all the bloggers who love and support. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

  Author Bio

  K.C. Lynn is a small town girl living in Western Canada. She grew up in a family of four children—two sisters and a brother. Her mother was the lady who baked homemade goods for everyone on the street and her father was a respected man who worked in the RCMP. He’s since retired and now works for the criminal justice system. This being one of the things that inspires K.C. to write romantic suspense about the trials and triumphs of our heroes.

  K.C. married her high school sweetheart and they started a big family of their own—two adorable girls and a set
of handsome twin boys. They still reside in the same small town but K.C.’s heart has always longed for the south, where everyone says ‘y’all’ and eats biscuits and gravy for breakfast.

  It was her love for romance books that gave K.C. the courage to sit down and write her own novel. It was then a beautiful world opened up and she found what she was meant to do…write.

  When K.C.’s not spending time with her beautiful family, she can be found in her writing cave, living in the fabulous minds of her characters and their stories.