by M. Robinson
No matter what.
She hadn’t made any other attempts to call her parents since I showed her a glimpse of the man she wanted. She even gave up on asking any more questions. Content with what she knew for now. She was following the rules and listening to me for the most part, but she was still Mia. Stubborn to a fucking fault. I knew she was getting restless in the house. Mia had always been an active person, and being cooped up like that was beginning to take a toll on her, especially since Noah and I couldn’t stay with her every night. She was never alone, though. I didn’t trust any of the Prospects. It was always Diesel or one of the other brothers who took shifts, staying with her. Pops kept his distance after the drop-off at the safe house, wanting nothing more to do with the situation.
Ma begged me a few times to let her come stay with Mia. Saying she wanted to help during her pregnancy. Some shit about needing a woman around and not all us men hovering over her. I told her that right now wasn’t a good time. Mia was overwhelmed enough as it was, she didn’t need another person on her ass. She was disappointed but settled for making her some homemade meals for me to take back to the house to help out.
I tried to be there as much as I could, but I was still VP of Devil’s Rejects and needed to know what the fuck was going on back in the real world. Keeping a close eye on the Sinner’s and any other enemy lurking the streets. The constant surveillance we had to dodge in order to drive to the safe house wasn’t making things any easier. Fucking McGraw had us on watch, day in and day out. Noah stayed behind at the clubhouse for the most part, which I preferred. I didn’t want that little shit near my girl, especially by himself.
It had become a fucking waiting game, finding out who was behind the shootout at our house. We were running in circles with no end in sight. Chasing our fucking tails. We had words with allies and suppliers. Paying unexpected visits to every son of a bitch we could think of. Getting our hands dirty with more blood and lives. Some corrupt. Some innocent, caught in the crossfire. Every ride out we did, we came up empty. Not one fucking answer to all the relentless questions.
To make matters worse, I had Mia’s old man, his boys, and McGraw on my ass constantly. There was no staying away from daily life for too long, they were already suspicious of our behavior. I had to fly under the radar and play nice for the time being. Even offering to help, but that didn’t go over very well. Words like low-life and piece of fucking trash were thrown in my face. None of it fazed me. I knew what I looked like in their eyes. I’d never be their prodigal son, who’d be welcomed into the family with open fucking arms.
So, I pretended like nothing had changed when everything had. Noah would come and go as he pleased, but he was in the same boat I was. Plain and simple, they were waiting for one of us to slip up. We had to stay one step ahead of them at all times.
I cut the engine to the side-by-side, parking it at the back of the house along with the others. Completely out of sight. I couldn’t fucking wait to see Pippin. Take her in my fucking arms and straight to bed. It had been at least twenty-four hours since I had slept, exhaustion beginning to set in. I’d been sleeping like shit at the clubhouse, wishing I were somewhere else. It was crazy how fast I’d gotten used to sharing a bed with Mia in my arms or on my chest. Always needing to have some part of her touching me. It was new, considering I’d never shared a bed with anyone before her.
I smiled just thinking about how someone so tiny could take up so much space. Hogging the entire bed. I woke up every morning on the edge of the king-sized mattress. No matter what, half of her body was always lying on top of me, using my torso like a body pillow. Baby girl seemed to like it, too. She’d kick inside Mia’s stomach in the middle of the night all the time, waking me up.
I unlocked the front door, stopping dead in my tracks when I heard Mia giggling like a fucking schoolgirl on the other side.
“The fuck?” I muttered to myself, barging inside. Jerking back from the scene unfolding in front of me.
Mia was on the couch with Noah kneeling in front of her on the floor. His body in between her legs with his head resting on her stomach while his hands stroked her bare skin as he whispered shit to the baby. They both glanced over in my direction when they heard me walk in. Mia warily smiled, slowly moving away from Noah, who didn’t bother getting up. She nonchalantly stood, pulling her shirt down over her belly. Making her way over to me on unsteady legs.
Standing on the tips of her toes, she kissed me. “I missed you,” she coaxed against my lips.
“Shouldn’t you be in my bed?” I questioned, grabbing underneath her chin so she’d look at me.
“Waiting on you.” She shyly smiled, her cheeks turning a soft shade of red.
I don’t know what came over me, maybe it was the fact I hadn’t seen her in a few days, or maybe it was from seeing Noah’s hands all over her stomach. Or it could have just been the fact that I hadn’t been inside of her in God knows how fucking long. I gripped onto the back of her neck, tugging her pouty fucking lips toward me.
Kissing her.
Fucking devouring her.
Clutching onto the side of her face with one hand, while taking her bottom lip between my teeth. Sucking it hard. Causing a soft moan to escape her lips.
My cock twitched, aching to be inside of her.
Suddenly, my hands fell to her luscious ass, unable to control myself. Gripping on tight, I carried her up in one swift motion, so she could straddle my waist. Wrapping her long legs around my hips as I kicked the front door shut, never breaking our intense kiss. Noah cleared his throat, but we were too far gone to give a fuck, wrapped up in each other’s love. I walked us back to my room, making sure to flip Noah off as we strode past him.
Crossing the threshold into my room, I used my boot to close the bedroom door behind us, needing some privacy with my girl. I never stopped kissing her as we made our way over to the bed. Gently laying her down on the mattress, hovering above her heady frame. Causing her breathing to escalate when she realized she was now beneath me.
I kissed along her jaw, murmuring, “The fuck was that out there?” Continuing to lick and kiss down to her ample tits. I yanked down her flimsy cotton tank top, exposing a nipple, sucking the round pebble into my mouth.
“Ahhh...” Her back arched off the bed, only encouraging me to keep going.
I couldn’t help myself.
I never fucking could when it came to her.
“Asked you a question, sweetheart. Expectin’ a fuckin’ answer, unless you want me to stop,” I warned, sucking on her other nipple while my hands roamed, fondling her breasts.
She moaned again, her hands fisting my hair. Mia had always been sensitive to my touch, but pregnancy heightened that tenfold. She could feel me all over with a simple touch or flick of my tongue, exactly how I wanted her to.
“Creed...” she panted. “Please don’t stop.”
I grinned. “You want some of me? Then answer my fuckin’ question.”
She bucked her hips, tilting her head back, giving my lips more access to her flushed skin.
“Can you just—”
“Not till you answer.”
“It was nothing. Why are you worrying yourself over this? I’m yours.”
I growled, kissing her more aggressively than before. Crashing our lips together, brushing my cock against her thigh. I rasped, “Prove it,” in between kisses.
“What? What can I do to make you happy?”
I pulled away, causing her to whimper from the loss of my heat. Eyeing her up and down with a predatory regard, I replied, “You can let me fuck you in the ass.”
She sucked in air, sitting up slightly, startled by what I had just requested. Her wide eyes searched my face for any sign of humor.
I wasn’t fucking laughing.
I pushed her back down and took what I wanted. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, seeking hers out. Reassuring her with my lips, my taste, my scent, and my love. Reminding her who she fucking belonged to. I pecked her one
last time before settling my forehead on hers.
We locked eyes.
She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. “My ass? Like my ass, ass? You’re kidding, right? Look, if this is about Noah—”
“Mia, even when I fuck you. I’m makin’ love to you,” I honestly spoke, kissing her lips, beckoning them to open for me. “Now spread those legs like you know I fuckin’ love.” She did, and I placed my body in between her thighs, caging her in with my arms, holding my own weight. “I was the first man to kiss you, to touch you, woulda been the first to fuckin’ claim you, but I fucked that up. Biggest regret of my life, babe. I’ll never hurt you again,” I whispered close enough to her mouth that I could feel her breath against mine. I brought one hand down, touching along her stomach as I continued confessing, “This baby girl inside you shoulda been mine, but it don’t matter cuz I’ll love her just the same.”
She beamed, smiling so big against my mouth. “Is that why you want to—”
“Fuck yes. Give it to me. It belongs to me.”
“Will it hur—” I placed my hand under her skirt, skimming my fingers along the seam of her panties. Sliding them over. Rendering her speechless.
She was already so fucking wet. It was one of the things I craved the most. Her body’s natural response to my touch.
Mia was made for me.
“Need to hear the words, babe,” I urged, rubbing my fingers along her slit. Working them up to her clit, drawing slow, torturous circles and spreading her moisture.
Getting her ready to take my cock.
“Ah... yes... I’m yours...”
I smiled. “Fuckin’ love you,” I declared, kissing all along her face and back down the side of her neck. Where I knew it drove her crazy with need. With want.
I licked from her collarbone to her breasts, sucking her nipples into my mouth. Working my fingers on her clit as she swayed her hips, riding and guiding them to grind against her nub. Harder and faster until I pushed two fingers inside her pussy, still using the palm of my hand to rub her swollen clit.
“Your pussy is so fuckin’ tight. That’s right, just like that, baby. Fuck my fingers, ride them like you would my fuckin’ cock.”
Her body arched, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her hands balled up, on the edge of release. I didn’t let up, moving my fingers so fast, so deep inside her, wanting her to come apart so fucking hard. Still not stopping until she screamed out my fucking name. Her body shook, trembled, and quivered, barely able to come any longer. I allowed her some mercy, letting her catch her breath and steady her heart.
I had her clothes off in a matter of seconds. Yanking my shirt over my head, throwing it to the ground with hers. Gripping onto her legs, I didn’t hesitate, placing my face between her goddamn thighs.
Needing to taste her.
I ate her pussy until I had her come dripping down my chin, onto my chest. My rough, callused hands sought out her breasts. Kneading her tits, pulling at her nipples, and making her come undone with my tongue. I slid my hands to her hips, holding on, rotating them to follow the rhythm of my lips. It had been so long since I made her fuck my face.
Sucking.
Licking.
Fucking her with my mouth, bringing her on the verge of shuddering. Wanting her to come again, needing her to fucking come again. I kicked off my boots, unzipped my jeans, and pulled out my cock. Gripping my shaft, working myself over, all while lapping at her sweet pussy.
Taking the time to slowly rim my finger around her asshole. “Gonna let me in, babe?” I drawled out, gently pushing my middle finger inside.
Her body locked up, but only for a second. My mouth became more urgent, more demanding, sending her spiraling into a frantic frenzy. Her legs shook, her core vibrated. Her ass took my finger in like I knew it would, once I got her to focus on the pleasure, sliding in and out of her. Stroking the back of her g-spot through the walls of her asshole.
“Holy shit,” she panted in a heady tone, not expecting how good I could make her feel.
“Here, baby... Like it here...yeah?” I taunted. “My finger is fuckin’ your ass, Pippin. Now tell me you want my cock,” I groaned, watching her come so fucking hard as I stretched her as best as I could. Never letting up on my dick with my other hand. Gripping it tighter, imagining it was her tight little cunt wrapped around me. Working my shaft the only way her pussy knew how.
I sat up, wanting to take a good look at her perfect fucking physique for what felt like the first time in over a month.
Vulnerable.
Exposed.
She was goddamn perfection.
So fucking beautiful. She peered up at me through hooded eyes, so dark and dilated. Watching me stroke my dick. Jerking off harder from the sight of her.
“Want my cock?”
She nodded as she continued to watch me with a fascinated regard. I chuckled while licking her come off my lips, wiping the rest of it off with the back of my hand as I crawled my way up her body. Positioning the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, thrusting right in.
“So fuckin’ good,” I growled, feeling the warmth of her wetness, her pussy squeezing my cock. I roughly gripped onto her ass, groaning. Moving in and out of her, loving the way her skin felt beneath mine. I could no longer restrain myself, she felt too fucking good. The smell of her engulfed me. Attacking my senses all at once.
I claimed her mouth, wanting to taste her. Enjoying the push and pull of our kiss, both of us taking what the other wanted. I reached down to her overly sensitive clit, massaging it till I felt her on the verge of coming.
“The next time you come it will be from my cock in your ass,” I groaned, sliding my cock out of her pussy, before slowly, gently thrusting it into her ass.
She gasped, holding her breath. Waiting for the pain, the discomfort, the ache to subside.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmured close to her ear. “Relax, let me in. Won’t hurt you. Won’t ever fuckin’ hurt you.”
Her mouth parted, getting used to the unfamiliar sensation that my cock stirred in her ass. I never stopped my assault on her clit, knowing it would ease the distress. The desire making it much easier for her to give me what I wanted.
“So fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ wet, so fuckin’ perfect.” I breathed out, almost balls deep inside of her.
A little deeper.
A little harder.
I kissed her again, resting my forehead on hers, picking up the pace. It didn’t take long for her body to relax, becoming accustomed to my size. The pressure from the tip of my cock hit her g-spot from inside of her ass like my fingers did moments ago. Her legs widened, allowing me to ease two fingers into her pussy. My hips simultaneously moved with my hand.
“Creed, I can’t... oh my God... it’s too much... I can—”
“You can... you will.”
My movements became harder and rougher, responding to everything I was giving her.
Everything I was taking...
She came over and over again as I fucked both her holes. The palm of my hand still controlling her clit.
I didn’t think she would ever stop coming.
Looking deep into her eyes, I spoke with conviction, “Your ass, your pussy, your fuckin’ heart... it all belongs to me. I own you. Every last fuckin’ part of you... is mine.”
And I meant every word.
***
I waited until Mia was passed out in my arms before slowly slipping out of her grasp, the red digital numbers read two o’clock in the morning. She moaned, feeling my absence, even in her sleep. Her breathing calmed, shallowing out, exhausted from the night’s activities. I covered her up with the blankets, captivated by how fucking gorgeous she truly was.
Her messy hair partially covered her face, spreading out on the pillow and down her back. Her skin looked as silky and as inviting as it felt. Her pouty, perfect lips perched out and adorable. Even with her baby bump growing, she looked even sexier than she did before. She was glowing from the i
nside out.
I was a lucky fucking bastard.
I didn’t deserve her.
Not her love.
Not her body.
Not her heart.
Not one damn thing.
But I’d never let her go.
I threw on my jeans, not bothering with a shirt, grabbed a cigarette from the half empty pack on the dresser, and made my way outside. Making sure to close the door behind me. I walked through the house to the front door, finding Noah out on the porch, a bottle of Jack firmly in his grasp. The light from the moon illuminated his profile. He looked lost in his own thoughts, staring off into the woods. Not saying a word when I stepped outside, leaning against the post as I lit my cigarette.
I stood there quiet, allowing myself a moment of normalcy. Looking over at Noah, seeing the little boy who once upon a time used to look up to me instead of a fucking biker who had knocked up my girl.
“You’re drinkin’ too much,” I muffled through the smoke of my cig. Blowing it up into the night’s warm air.
“Naw.” He took another big swig. “Not nearly enough.” Pointing the bottle to the door, he added, “This place is bulletproof, not fuckin’ soundproof. I forgot how loud Mia could be.”
I wasn’t surprised he was throwing that shit in my face, but that didn’t stop the anger his words emanated. I was fucking counting on her being loud. I even provoked it to be honest just to prove a point to him. Noah knew how to push my fucking buttons. He had done so since he was a kid. Part of me knew he was still pissed I went into the military, leaving him to deal with our old man on his own. Noah was always used to me protecting him, especially after I killed Luke.
I often wondered if that was why he wanted Mia. To get back at me. Make me hurt the way I made him hurt. Payback was a brutal cunt, but the eye for an eye mentality was all we’d ever known.
“Those are fightin’ words, baby brother. Tread fuckin’ carefully.” I took another drag, letting the nicotine course through me. Hoping it would calm the rage stirring inside of me.
He snidely chuckled, nodding. “Don’t change the fact I had her first, and she’s carryin’ my kid to fuckin’ prove it.”
