Page 72 of Creed

I raise my eyebrows, unable to hold back the interest bulging in my pants. “You want something, baby?”

She nods. I lean over to kiss her just as a cry rings out from the baby monitor.

Morgan groans, her head tilting back. “No, I'm so horny I’m going to die.”

I sputter on my coffee, setting both of our cups down on the counter before I tug her into my body, squeezing her ass. “We have the next nap, and the next, and then when he goes to sleep. I’ll take care of you. I always do.”

She sighs. “You going to start breakfast while I get him?”

I pat her cheek. “Oh course. Gotta keep Mama fed, so she can feed our baby…and Daddy.” I give her a small kiss and then let her go as her cheeks flush. My attention falls to the milk leaking through her shirt, and I lick my lips. I’ve tried it a few times. It’s sweet, but I want to feast on her perfect tits while she’s riding my cock.

“Maybe we can try for the next one,” I call out as she walks away. She flips me off and I laugh, turning my attention back to the breakfast.

It’s not long before she comes back with our son, plopping onto one of the chairs and feeding him.

I smile, my attention drawing to them more than a few times. “You don’t want another?”

Morgan glares at him. “Creed, I can still remember pushing him out of me. Ask when that memory, and the pain, is long forgotten.”

“It’s not a no,” I sing, loading up the pancakes and grabbing bananas to slice up for her.

She sighs. “Plus, I want to wait for all the club business to be done. I assume we’re not staying in Washington after we’re done doing whatever you need to do. I don’t want to build a life here and rip it away from the kids. I hated feeling like I didn’t have a place to land when I was younger.”

My mood plummets, even though I know she’s right. Our son is only a couple months old, but I have loved it out here. I don’t get to take my bike out often, but I've grown used to the cage, something about holding her hand across from me and seeing our son in the rearview mirror making it less constricting.

“Up to you. You want to stay, we stay. Or we go back. There’s also the northern chapter in California.”

Her eyebrows scrunch. “I didn’t know you guys have another chapter, but I don’t want you to give up the club. They’re your family. I still love that town, but I’ll follow you wherever.” She looks down at our son, running her finger tip over his nose. “I just meant…let’s hold off on a second one until we have things under control.”

“Mikayla is pregnant again,” I tell her.

She glares, and I hold up my hands in surrender with a chuckle.

“I was just saying…but I’ll reach out to Cowen today and see where we’re at, okay? Judge told me the other day he got the DA to drop the charges.”

Surprise flickers across her face, and she smiles. “Really? I was concerned they weren’t going to let it go, even if I decided to press charges myself.”

“As soon as we wrap this up, we can go home.”

She looks down at our son. “I do miss Autumn, and he’d have all the other kids to grow up with.” Her nose wrinkles, and I know she’s thinking of the clubwhores.

“Alright, then I’ll start looking into homes. Probably easier if all of us move into the same one, protect all our old ladies and kids at once.”

Morgan snorts. “Whatever you gotta tell yourself.”

“Then maybe we can get married too.”

Her breath catches, and her eyes meet mine. “Are you proposing to me?”

My lips turn up. “No, just giving you a warning that it’s happening.”

“Do you already have a ring?” she asks with a suspicious stare.

My grin widens. “Baby, I bought that ring the same day you kicked me in the balls.”

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“Come here.” I bend my finger, beckoning her to me.