Page 117 of Creed

“I love everything from this brilliant mind.” I kissed her forehead. “To these gorgeous eyes.” I kissed her eyebrow. “To these adorable cheeks when they blush.” I kissed her cheek. “To the wise words that leave these gorgeous lips.” I pressed my lips against them and swept my tongue against hers. Her nails dug into my back as I sped up my pace and began giving her what sheloved. Our lips parted when I sat up and squeezed her breasts as I slammed in and out of her. With my knees bent at each side of her I had the perfect view of where we were joined.

“I love you so much!” She cried as her body succumbed to her orgasm.

“You have no idea, Morgan. You’re everything to me.” She tightened around me, and I gave in to my own orgasm. I looked down at my cock as it pumped inside her, I grabbed it and released some over her mound then shoved it back inside her warmth. I shut my eyes tightly and bit my lip then opened them to watch as I pulled back and slammed into her, perfectly timed as one last contraction pumped my warmth deep inside her. I glanced at her then looked back down as I pulled out and could see my own DNA all over her pussy then gently slid back in before laying on top of her. We both laughed because the whole pull out method became a joke. I refused to ever wear a condom with her, and she couldn’t start her birth control yet. I didn’t give a shit anymore. I wasn’t sure if I was being selfish or just foolish because of my deployment. I wanted her pregnant with my kid for several reasons. The one that bothered me the most was that I wanted the world to know she was mine. I was facing death, and I felt like the whole world should know how much I loved her if I didn’t make it back. It was selfish, but I felt like I had to leave her with a part of me. The after sex part was also different. I wanted to stay there inside her and never pull out. There was some sort of instinct that made it almost impossible to leave her warmth. I kissed those lips for so long, and held her in my arms, that my cock became rock hard all over again. She gasped when I thrust my hips, and she realized it was already time for round two. I could have made love to her then fucked her hard all night long if we didn’t have an early flight. Her bed had gotten a workout since we arrived in Malibu and the headboard wasbanging against the wall. We had the balcony doors opened and could hear the waves crashing ashore as we made love. The bed squeaked with every thrust, her moans of pleasure was like an angels song, and we proved our love to each other for hours.

The next morning, we boarded the private jet I chartered, and my brothers gave me the stink eye for most the flight. They looked tired and I knew why, so I just smirked knowing we kept them up most of the night. I had no shame when it came to my sex life with Morgan. My brothers would never have what we had if they didn’t get their shit together. Weston probably would get messed up on drugs and Karter wouldn’t get a decent enough job to take care of his kid. I understood he wanted to be an actor, but he would have no help with that from his parents. They both agreed he needed to know true hard work before they would ever consider it. Personally, I thought the military would have been the best thing for both of them.

As Addie slept on my chest as usual, I looked at both my brothers. Weston looked like my mother. He had the same eyes as me, but where I had dark hair, he was a strawberry blond with Nicole’s complexion. He had the body of an athlete, and if he would do a little work and build muscle, we probably had about the same body build. One thing that needed fixed right away, was his fashion choices. He would be labeled a pansy ass and pretty boy by my men right away. At Creed’s Lake it was either jeans and a plain tee, or work out clothes. It was nothing to drive down the road and see a group of prospects enjoying some mandatory PT with one of my Sergeants.

Karter looked more like Jonathan. He had darker hair, hazel eyes, and he also had an athletic build. He was on the taller side like me, but the kid really needed to do some conditioning.I couldn’t believe he was going to have a kid. I never fucked without a condom until Morgan. How damn dumb did the kid have to be? I was old enough to be his uncle, and shit, if Morgan was pregnant our kids would have been the same age. For the sake of his baby, I hoped like hell he gave me a chance to change his life. Only thing was, I needed Axton’s help. Hell, I needed Axton to do about everything for me. I assigned Magnus to take charge over Morgan and Addie while I was gone. Axton had enough shit to deal with and Magnus saw Morgan as the cute little kid next door. I wanted him to stay at my place to watch over them. I trusted the guy and Axton had enough shit to deal with during my deployment.

Lockdown was about to end, but my brother’s would stay on lockdown. The next year of their lives would have been what either made them, or broke them. They were about to see a completely different side of their long lost big brother. I was about to be their worst nightmares come true. That was as long as the little princess I was holding didn’t kill them first.

Grandpa

Morgan

It felt amazing to be out of lockdown. Creed was working less, slowly allowing Axton to take over, and he was spending every available moment with us. The first thing we did was get Addie new glasses and new shoes. Then we had dinner with my family, which went perfectly. My dad an uncle welcomed both Creed and Addie to the family. Then we took the boys to Walmart, which was a joke. They complained the entire time that someone would spot them in that low class store. Creed was quick to teach them that they didn’t matter as much as they thought. I loved Walmart and Target. I could go to one store and get everything I needed in one trip. We had to get the boys new clothes. Creed got them generic jeans, plain t-shirts, socks, and he was making them wear whitey tighty underwear just for fun. There actually was no purpose in that to be honest. He got them plain sweats, shorts, and swim trunks. While we were gone, Creed’s men threw out their expensive clothing.

The next night, Melissa kept Addie and Creed took me on a real date. We went to Clarity, ate at their nicest restaurant, then we went to see a movie, but didn’t make it out of his suburban before we had sex in the parking lot. Thank God for dark tinted windows.

There was so much that happened in a week. The boys started their days at 4am with Creed. He took them on a twelve mile run, endurance training in the lake, then to work out in the gym. They went back to their cabin and enjoyed an MRE for breakfast before heading to the training center for more PT and then to take a few classes. They took the sensitivity and respect course, the medic certification, and the military conduct training, then went back to the cabin to enjoy another MRE for lunch. School wasn’t starting yet, but I had them for an hour where I helped them make up some credits they were missing. It was pretty much summer school. After me they had to go to work. Karter had to clean all poop from the K9 training course, pick up all the shells from the shooting range, then went to the bike shop to learn how to work on bikes and clean up. Weston had to clean the pools, the locker rooms, do laundry, and clean all the bathrooms. After work they went back to their cabins and ate another MRE for dinner before heading out to the community center to help out the prospects with some errands. Creed assured me it wouldn’t always be so bad for them. They had goals to make and would eventually earn privileges like being able to dine at the community center and eat real food.

I knew what was happening. Creed was grooming his brothers for the military. That wasn’t a bad thing. After receiving their school records, neither of them had much of a chance to go to college. Really their only option would have been trade school, but neither had the discipline for that kind of training without the hard lesson Creed was giving them. The boys were pissed once they figured out what their parents didn’t know they were signing them up for, but Creed got guardianship. He could do whatever he wanted as long as their parents were on the other side of the country. The boys learned real quick they were not at some veterans retirement community or someoutlaw motorcycle club. They realized a few days in they had become some elite operatives little bitches. Weston bunked with Rollins and Karter bunked with Grayson. They were the perfect matches and wouldn’t let them get away with anything. We were expecting some run away attempts and some meltdowns, but eventually they’d just give up and accept their fates. Karter especially didn’t have a choice. He had a daughter coming and his parents were not footing the bill. Nicole and Jonathan realized they created the monsters by spoiling them and they needed some tough love more than ever. Nicole did make it clear to us that she would not abandon her granddaughter and would make sure the girl had the emotional support she needed. I really wanted to be a fly on the wall to see that happen. That poor young girl, I really felt for her. She did not come from a wealthy family, so she didn’t have the same luxuries as Karter.

Creed was in his office having a Zoom meeting with his attorney’s. I absolutely hated what he was doing. His current will left everything to the Originals and the girl they saved when they were held captive in Afghanistan. He wasn’t changing that, but adding Addie and any child that may result from our relationship to it. He knew I was fine financially, and I did not want to be included. He resisted but finally understood my point. We were not married, and until we were, he was not to treat me as his wife. I earned everything I had, and I was proud of that fact. I didn’t need him for his money. I needed him for his love, and for a man that was not raised to express his feelings, he loved so perfectly.

I hated every discussion about his will, the power of attorney, and his last wishes. I wished he would have stopped worrying about it. I couldn’t keep going there in my mind. The thought made me physically ill, and I knew I wouldn’t survive without him. Ever since he met with Nicole in California, it waslike he was making peace with himself. He somewhat forgave his mom, made sure his brothers had a better chance at life, made arrangements to meet his grandparents, had heart to heart talks with each of the Originals, and was writing letters to Addie. He promised they were not goodbye letters. Since he was going dark most of the time he didn’t want Addie to forget him. I was to read the letters to her once a month. The big tough guy fell hard and fast for our little Addie.

He had been acting odd. It was like he couldn’t go a moment without touching me and reminding me he loved me. If he wasn’t holding my hand, he was putting his arm around me. If he wasn’t doing that, he was making love to me. I slept wrapped tightly in his arms and he never wanted to let go. Then he gave us both digital frames that flipped through picture after picture of us all together. Every time I had a chance to actually take a shower alone, I cried. I already missed him, and he hadn’t even left yet.

After his meeting with his attorneys, we loaded Addie in the car and went to his grandparents. When we arrived, his grandparents were on the porch of their white farmhouse. Thankfully Kenny and Allison dropped everything to fly into town. Jake hadn’t arrived yet because he was on location, but would fly in for the weekend.

His grandpa was already crying as we approached. He pulled Creed down for a hug and his shoulders shook as he cried.

“We are all so sorry.” He looked at me. “My boy is finally home.” The man didn’t want to let go of Creed, and I expected Creed to look uncomfortable, but I thought I might have seen some emotions in his eyes. When he finally did let go, the old man reached up and cupped Creed’s face. “I am so damn proud of you. From one veteran to another, thank you for your service,young man.” Mr. Meadows was not a small man in any way, but Creed still towered over him. His grandmother watched with tears in her eyes and her hand over her heart. She was in her seventies and still had beautiful red hair.

When Creed’s grandmother finally got her chance with Creed, Mr. Meadows turned to me.

“Its great to see you again, Mr. Meadows.”

He pulled me into a hug. “I’ve told you a million times, I’m grandpa to you, young lady.” He hugged me then looked down at Addie. “You must be Miss Addie. I’m your new great grandpa and I’m so glad to finally meet you.” He shook her hand and for once Addie didn’t shy away. Kenny must have filled his dad in about Addie. Only a few people knew Creed was adopting her, and that included Kenny.

Addie and I got the same greeting from Mrs. Meadows, and we were invited out back where Kenny was grilling steaks. I couldn’t help but to watch Creed as his grandfather told him stories. Creed might not have realized it, but he was smiling from ear to ear. He was genuinely happy with his family surrounding him.

Creed was like a different man than the bearded biker with a chip on his shoulder I first met. He never smiled back then, but now, he was clean shaved, looked younger and almost always smiling. I didn’t mind the beard, he was very handsome, but the man I was looking at seemed to be the true Alistair Creed. The man his father tried to mold him into, and Creed didn’t even realize it. Addie was sitting on Creed’s lap as his grandpa told him about being a teenager in the 1960’s to being drafted into the Army on his eighteenth birthday. He went on about meeting Creed’s grandmother while on leave then marrying her six months after he was discharged due to injury.He explained that the farm had been in the family since the nineteenth century, then also spoke about working in a factory.

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner, then Kenny and Allison took Addie to the barn to see the new kittens and their cows and chickens. It was a wonderful visit, and before we left his grandpa gave him a wooden box. Inside it was his purple heart and every metal he won during the war. That just about brought Creed to tears.

Later that night, after we put Addie to bed, I had a conference call to California, and Creed went on to bed. I must have ended the call a little too early, because when I opened our bedroom door, Creed was sitting on the bed looking in that small wood box.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked as I sat down next to him, and he wiped a tear away.

“Nothing.” He shut the box, but I took his hand in mine.

“I need you to talk to me, Creed.”

He shook his head then suddenly he broke down and pulled me into his arms. “I can’t leave you already.” Alistair Creed was crying and holding on to me for dear life. “I love you so damn much and this feels like a cruel joke. I have everything, Morgan. A woman I want to marry, a little girl I want to be my daughter, grandparents, half brothers, an aunt and uncle, a stupid fuck for a cousin, and so many friends. How could God give all this to me then take it away? I always tried so damn hard to make a difference. To help people and I’ve rarely taken anything for myself.” He buried his face in my neck. “I’ve hung by chains, been stabbed and shot, witnessed the most horrific things, and lost my dad. I can’t lose you on top of all that, I just can’t let go of you.”

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