Page 104 of Creed

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 lookedat 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, thedirector, 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’reteenagers. 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.”

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