Page 55 of Creed

I give her a deeper stroke as I grin. “That’s right. Whose baby are you carrying?”

Goosebumps ripple down her arms. “Yours,” she moans out.

I bite down on my lower lip, rocking my hips faster before I finally give in. I sink my cock as far as I can, flooding her pussy with my cum. Both of our panting breaths mingle as we stare at each other, and I lean forward, stretching her legs farther open as I push my dick into her more. More spurts of my cum splatter her walls and I kiss her lips.

“My pussy, my woman, and my baby. All fucking mine.”

Her laugh comes out as a huff of air, and she kisses me before pushing at my shoulders. “Alright, big man. I’m not that flexible and you said you had that thing to attend.”

“Church,” I mutter, pulling out and setting her down. I make sure to fix her panties to catch any of my cum before tucking myself away.

She hums. “Yeah. You coming home after?”

Home. I don’t correct her, kissing her temple and nodding. “Of course. I’d rather sleep next to you than alone.”

Morgan beams, kissing me again before we separate and get back into the car.

22

MORGAN

There’sa prickling sensation that crawls down your neck, a churning in your stomach with intuition when everything has been going great, and you know it’s about to come crashing down.

I stare at the small green frog in the second potted plant in my array of miscellaneous garden pots I have on my porch. It’s a little crooked, out of place from where I left it. Only one person knows of its existence, and I’ve never even told Creed about it. He always found his own way in anyway.

Bile rises in my throat, and I have to force it down as I use my key to unlock my door. My stomach lurches again, the spicy musk of his cigars stinging my nose as I walk in.

“Dad?” I call out, finding him on my couch, his fist curled around a beer from my fridge. My hands shake as I toss my keys into the bowl on the hallway table and shrug out of my jacket to hang it up. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

The couch groans as he shifts his weight, sitting up and taking a long gulp of his drink. “Is it true?” The deep anger in his tonesends my heart into my throat, my lungs seizing with familiar fear. Except I’m older, and I can power through it now, so I force myself closer to the living room.

He knows. I know he knows, but there’s a small sliver of hope I’m wrong.

“Is what true?”

The silence is palpable except for the thick, furious pulse I hear as he leans forward. The moonlight cascades across his face, his hard eyes on me. “Did my daughter spread her legs for one of those dirty fucking bikers and get herself knocked up?”

I try to comb through my mind to figure out how he could have possibly found out. We’ve been so careful. Creed has even walked over instead of riding his bike. All our public meetings have been towns away from here.

“Answer me!”

I startle at his shout.

“Dad, I—it’s not like that. We’re?—”

I flinch as the beer sails past me, barely missing as it shatters against the wall behind me. Droplets land on my legs, and I look over the shards of glass everywhere while the white bubbles slide down my green wallpaper.

A short scream escapes me when I turn back and find my father right in front of me. His hand collars my throat, and I grab his wrist as he pushes me backwards. His boots crunch over the glass as my back slams into the wall.

“You fucking whore!”

I flinch, not from the words, but the angry spittle that splatters on my cheeks. His fingers tighten. I’m frozen in shock.

“You have any idea how that makes me look? How fucking weak and incompetent that I can’t even control my useless, stupid daughter from getting trapped by those criminals?”

He shakes me, my head snapping back against the wall. My nails dig into his skin before my training kicks in. I grab his hand, bending his thumb back before I slam the heel of my palm to his face. Just as his hold loosens, I spin out of it and scramble away from him.

He catches my hair, yanking me back and tossing me to the floor. Quick pricks pierce my hands and knees, and tears water in my eyes. I look up at him, about to plead with him to stop as his fist slams into my face.