Page 69 of Creed

My heart rattles in my chest and my eyes prick. “Is that all you love?”

His hands pause, and then he turns me around to stare at my face. My fingers clutch tighter to my towel.

“You serious?” Something wary flickers on his face.

I shrug, rolling my tongue over my teeth before sighing. “I’m just emotional. Ignore me.”

Creed cups my face, leaning down so his forehead rests against mine. “Morgan, I love everything about you. I’ve never felt the way I do about anyone like I do you. God,I love youdoesn’t even sound like enough. I’m obsessed with you. My heart beats for you. My lungs breathe for you. My?—”

I cover his mouth with my hand, giggling. “I got it. I love you too.”

He smiles, nipping at my hand. “You have no idea of the depravity of what I constantly want to do to you.”

“Like what?” My question comes out thick, wetness growing between my legs as his hands move down my shoulders, and his fingertips brush over the tops of my breasts.

He tugs on the towel and I let it fall to the ground. He immediately cups my heavy breasts and then my belly. “Like painting your tits and belly with my cum.”

A shiver works up my spine, and my nipples harden painfully.

“P-paint?”

He hums. “Yeah, all over you, and then rub it into your skin. Spend the whole day knowing you have me on you.”

I swallow a laugh, running my hand over his chest. “You can do what you want, but you’re mistaken if you think I’m not taking a shower after.”

Creed lets out a small growl, picking me up and tossing me gently onto the bed. “What if I don’t let you? All these men sniffing around you because you’re so beautiful, swollen with my child. I can smell their jealousy, and I know where their minds wander.”

This time I don’t hold back the laugh, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck.

“Creed, no one is staring at me. Are you getting a little possessive?”

He follows me down to the mattress, kissing me as his hand roams over my belly. “A little? I’m ready to kill my brothers. Iget why Dodge and Gage have their women living outside the clubhouse now.”

He yanks a pillow down, pushing it under my back as he rolls me over it. I almost want to smile at our new routine since I’ve gotten bigger. He prefers it, considering the last time I climbed on, he came as soon as I slid down, saying the sight of me like that was too much for him. I can’t fault him. I go off like the flick of a light switch.

His hands explore over me, and he shoves off his boxer briefs before lining up his cock to my entrance and pushing in.

My eyes roll back. The stretch of his thick length never gets old. It’s always sosogood the first time he slides in. His tongue runs over his lips as he smirks down at me.

“I can’t get enough of you either.”

He thrusts hard and I arch into him, my nails digging into his waist as I hold him to me, rocking my hips with his rhythm. Just the slight pressure against my clit is turning me on like crazy. I’m already clamping down on him as he picks up his pace, his cock sliding in and out with deep strokes.

I gasp, coming hard as Creed grunts above me. A whimper escapes me as he pulls out, rising onto his knees and stroking his wet cock. My mouth parts in shock just as the first spurt of his cum lands on my belly, and then I raise up on my elbows. Another rope of white lands on my breasts and chin.

His eyes are wild as he milks his cock through his fist, forcing a few more splatters onto my body. His chest is heaving, panting as he finally stops and studies his handiwork.

My heart jumps at the grin lifting on his lips as he leans down, smearing his cum, rubbing into my skin with slow circles.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers. “I can’t believe this is my life.”

Tears blur my vision. Even in such an inappropriate moment, it means the world that he says that.

* * *

Quinn slides the piece of cake before me on the table. “Quick, before your baby daddy tries to accuse me of poisoning you again.”

I smile. “He just feels out of control since he can’t do anything but wait.”