Page 107 of Creed

Rollins was nearly on the floor laughing and Jason looked at him. “I like tight asses too, so please don’t feel left out.”

Rollins completely stopped laughing and looked at me. “He better not be talking about my ass. It’s a virgin and its staying that way.”

I burst into laughter when Rollins backed into the counter, strategically placing his ass as far away from Jason as possible.

“Chill out, I like my men a little more on the feminine side. Neither of you are my type, despite your good looks. Jesus, I don’t want to fuck you.” Jason was the most chill man I had ever met. He was a large bald man, at least six foot five, and he must have worked out daily because his arms were about as thick as my thighs.

“But…” Rollins scratched his head. “I thought you said I had a tight ass.”

I was laughing so hard I had to put my coffee mug down. We served with gay men, but never had one ever been so open with it. Hell, two of the men at Creed’s Lake lived together and they were definitely more than just roommates.

“I like a challenge, and you’d be too easy.” Jason said and I almost pissed myself. I couldn’t remember laughing so hard.

“What the fuck?” Rollins growled. “Are you saying I’m a whore?” Rollins was just joking, and I was about to die. Jason finally chuckled just a little.

“I’d leave you in two pieces and you’d never touch a woman again. I’d put money on it.” Jason was amused but not showing a whole lot of it.

“The fuck you would, Jesus you’re creepy.” Rollins was laughing.

“What’s going on in here?” Morgan walked into the kitchen looking as beautiful as ever.

“Jason wants Creed’s cock and my tight ass. He’s kind of scary, Morgan.” Rollins was acting scared.

Morgan walked toward me and waved her hand like she was dismissing what Rollins said. “Creed is all mine, do whatever you want to the other one, Jason.” She reached up and put her arms around me and I dove in and dipped her as we kissed.

“Lucky bastard.” Rollins said.

“Lucky bitch.” Jason’s deep baritone voice seemed disappointed and I laughed against Morgan’s lips. She did the same. We let go of each other and she went to pour some coffee.

We had been in Malibu for a few days. In that time, Morgan managed to invite a fashion designer to the house and have Melissa measured for perfectly fitted clothes. I tried to warn Morgan that it can be offensive when you throw your money around, but Melissa seemed okay with it. She also had Addie measured. We played with Addie on the beach, spent gobs of time in the pool with her, and we ordered meals out so we could enjoy the few days and not allow Morgan in the kitchen all day. Every morning, I did my endurance training in the ocean and ran on the beach. I had to keep it up to prepare for deployment.

We were headed to LA early because Morgan’s stylist was meeting her at the hotel. She said the dress was ordered months ago, but her weight gain might have brought a few problems. The seamstresses allowed for the weight gain, but they needed to make sure no last minute changes needed to be made. She also had hair and makeup arriving early. Hell, I was easy. My tux was in a garment bag, and I’d be ready rather quickly.

It wasn’t just the premier Morgan had to attend while on our trip. She had an appearance with Jake on a late night show, an interview with Entertainment Tonight, a photo shoot for the movie she made with Jake, and several other obligations. As far as Addie, she would stay with Morgan while she was getting pampered so I could do the last thing on earth I ever wanted to do. I had to meet with my mother for lunch at the hotel. She wouldn’t stop fucking calling me. She also showed up at the gates of Creed’s Lake several times. The goal was to tell her face to face to fuck off then I’d block her number. I was done, especially when I found out she took it upon herself to act like she was speaking for Morgan to the press. Thankfully, she hadn’t told them Morgan was dating her son yet, but I knew that was coming.

Addie was the cutest little jabber jaws all the way to LA. She told us all about her combat history. We heard all about the gross boys at school. She was definitely a little badass that needed to find a different way to let out her anger. Bolton was talking with her, but we were also trying to get through to her.

I made sure my girls were safely in our hotel suite before I made my way to the hotel restaurant. Morgan wasn’t too thrilled about it. She wanted to go with me, but it was something that needed to be done by myself.

I didn’t make it one foot into the restaurant before I cringed when I heard my given name. “Alistair, sweetie.” Nicole approached then tried to put her hands on me, but I stepped back.

“I agreed to meet with you, but that gives you no right to touch me.”

She lost her smile. “But I’m your mother.” She seemed so confused.

“You’re an egg donor, not a mother. Come on, let’s get this over.” I walked to the table she stood from and took a seat.

“I see your father didn’t teach you how to be a gentleman. You didn’t even push my chair in for me.” She pouted as she took a seat.

“My father taught me how to be a gentleman to a lady, and I don’t see you as much more than a thorn in my ass.”

She gasped as I looked at the menu. “I see he succeeded in turning you against me. He never treated me with the respect I deserved, and I can see that has rubbed off on you. I do hope you treat Morgan with more respect. I know you’re with her now, and she’s a darling girl. Maybe a little spoiled and entitled, but darling none the less.” She put her napkin on her lap.

“Don’t even breathe her name.” I snapped at her.

She smiled as her eyes locked with mine. “I am not your enemy, son. I am the woman that gave you life. I gave you forty weeks of free rent and eighteen hours of labor. All you gave me are stretch marks. I deserve more respect.” She hissed.

I set the menu down. “You want something from me. State it so I can get back to my life.”

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