by S. M. Soto
I don’t ever want to forget this moment.
“Don’t for one second think I’d have chosen anyone else, or I’d have picked a different life. Because if I did have the choice, it would always be you, Creed.”
“I’m going to keep you both safe, Sophia. That’s a promise.”
I smile up at him, my heart vibrating with so much love. “I know you are.”
Angel starts to stir in Creed’s arms, his silver eyes slowly peel open, his little mouth peeking open with a yawn. He darts his gaze around, taking in the loads of sunshine and the trees. He’s always so curious. And it never ceases to amaze me how much he looks like Creed with each day that passes. His lashes are impossibly long, casting shadows across his chubby cheeks. He truly is an angel.
I watch the change in his features, the scrunch of his face, the way he starts to ball his fists, kicking his legs in frustration in Creed’s arms.
Someone is getting hungry.
We spend the rest of the afternoon like that, enjoying each other’s company and sitting in the sun, enjoying the fresh, tropical air we can’t get in Chicago. Once we ate through the snacks and started running low on diapers for Angel, we headed back to our villa to get cleaned up.
I’m just getting out of the shower with Angel when Creed walks in, having already taken a shower earlier when I was feeding Angel. He’s dressed in a pristine suit that makes my eyes widen. He has on a white button up, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his tanned, inked skin and the scars scattered along his arms. The only thing that’s missing from the ensemble is the suit jacket. He looks incredibly handsome. So much so I freeze, my mouth dropping open. He grins at my expression. He rubs his thumb across his smile as he watches my reaction to him.
“Here.” He closes the distance between us, taking Angel for me. “You get ready for dinner and I’ll get him dressed.”
“Dinner?”
He nods. “There’s already a dress on the bed,” he says in passing, already walking away with Angel, so I can get ready for whatever it is we’re doing tonight.
“How are you doing all this?”
His chuckle disappears along with him as he walks out with Angel.
It doesn’t take me very long to get ready. I dress in the red, flowy sundress that was hanging from the garment bag. It’s designer of course. When I put it on, I marvel in the airy feel against my skin. It fans out, hitting mid-thigh.
I leave my hair down again, just deciding to brush it out and part it down the middle, letting it air dry in loose waves. I check my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are sun-kissed from earlier, my olive complexion has darkened a bit as well. I apply some lip balm before I walk out, in search of Creed and Angel. They’re both waiting in the room, Garrett and Magdalene there too.
I realize we’re probably having dinner just the two of us tonight while Magdalene and Garrett switch off, taking turns watching Angel. I pumped enough milk to last all night, but even being away from him for a few hours makes me miss him like crazy. Creed must realize this because as I hug Angel to my chest, giving him kisses goodbye, he steps up behind me, my back to his front and leans into my ear.
“We won’t be gone long, I promise. By the end of the night, he’ll be back in bed with us.”
Blowing out a sigh of relief, I relax into him, giving Angel one last kiss before leaving with Creed. We walk hand in hand away from the villa, much like we did earlier when we sat on the beach. Creed hands me a rose, the entire bottom stem snipped off, leaving just enough for me to place it behind my ear and I do.
“How do I look?” I ask him in jest.
He looks down at me, his gaze scanning over my face, roaming down my body.
“You look gorgeous.”
For some reason, the intensity of his words makes me blush. I look down at the sand and then dart my gaze up at the sky. The setting sun is our light as we navigate our way through the sand. It looks beautiful out here, the sky a beautiful blend of oranges, pinks, and purples. It’s all so romantic. And the way he’s looking at me? It makes me feel beautiful. Creed always makes me feel that way.
Up ahead, I spot a cabana of sorts and a huge assortment of candles surrounding it. It’s right on the beach, like we were earlier with Angel. There’s a table set out on a small platform in the sand, it’s round with a white table cloth and an assortment of red roses with a lit candle in the center. It’s so romantic and so unlike anything Creed has ever done. I don’t know what to think.
This is all something I’d picture in a fantasy or something, but after the wedding I had, I don’t even know why I’m surprised. Creed may not know it or agree, but I’m certain he’s the most romantic man on the planet. Which is a side I never thought I’d get from him. This man who’s rough around the edges, who has a darkness in him he has to battle every single day. This is a man who can end a life easily, without the remorse most would feel. That same man is capable of doing all this.
Creed leads me toward the immaculately decorated table and helps me sit. I can’t help but look at the candles scattered around us. The way the ocean water sails in just a few yards away.
“We’re not going to be washed away by the current, right?”
He smirks. “Not yet. We have a while before the tide reaches us.”
Just then, an Asian woman appears out of nowhere, sliding warm plates in front of us. It’s a full spread of steak, roasted potatoes, and asparagus. It’s incredibly simple but so perfect.
Over the course of dinner, Creed and I talk about anything and everything, and somehow our discussions always end up back on our son. Now I can relate to those moms who always gush about their children, always finding a way to bring them up in conversation. I never understood it before, but now I do.
“Did you notice the way Wulferic and Celeste were looking at each other during the reception?” I ask, because he had to have noticed it. The man notices everything. He shrugs as if he hadn’t noticed the way they were both flirting during the wedding. It was impossible not to. I mean, I felt the sparks near them, but I didn’t see any way that would work with either of them. A young rookie cop and the president of an MC? Yeah, it didn’t exactly scream happily ever after, but then again, neither did Creed and I, so who knows.
“How did you meet Wulferic anyway? I mean, I know he was Ricky’s brother, but how did you get him to agree to help us if you guys had only just met?”
“We didn’t. I met Wulferic a few years ago. Before I ever met Ricky, actually. We crossed paths when I was doing a job for Matteo. It involved the MC.”
“What was the job?”
“Matteo heard an MC was selling and trading women and all signs led to the Son’s of Death MC. It was the only thing Matteo didn’t approve of, the only positive thing he reinforced. I went in, ready to kill everyone but there was something strange about it all. Turned out, they were being framed, one of their prospects for the MC was buying and selling behind Wulferic’s back. We got rid of the problem together. There was an unspoken agreement between us, we’d both stay in our lane so long as no lines were crossed. That changed when I realized who Ricky was. He wasn’t close with Wulferic, but they were still family. After his death, Wulferic wanted revenge more than anyone, and since he owed me, I pulled in that favor.”
“So you trust him?”
He leans back, taking a sip from his glass of water. “About as much as I trust anyone else. Everyone always has their own agendas, it’s about using that to your own benefit.”
I shake my head with a laugh. “Ever the businessman.”
“Always. Are you about ready to head back?” he eyes my empty plate.
“Why? Do you not think he’s okay?” I question, feeling panicked.
“He’s fine. But I want to make sure you’re okay. There are chocolate covered strawberries in the cabana if you want, or we can head back.”
My tummy flutters because I already know what I want. I shake my head slowly and Creed raises a brow, the corner of hi
s mouth quirking in amusement.
“Must be the strawberries.”
I laugh. “Among other things…” I pause. “Can they see us, the people you have working for you?”
Creed leans forward, the orange glow from the candle flickers, casting shadows against his face. He swipes his tongue across his plump lower lip, and I follow the movement. Unable to help myself.
“They were instructed to bring dinner and leave until we finish.”
My core throbs and I swallow thickly. I feel my nipples pebble against my bra and the soft red material of the dress. Creed’s eyes dart down and his jaw ticks, his eyes flaring with heat.
“So it’s just us?” My voice has dropped several octaves, raspy with lust. Creed nods, taking a sip from his tumbler opposite his water. He smoothly pushes to his feet. I follow his lead and once he rounds the table, I’m on him. I throw myself into his arms where he catches me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist, my ankles securing at his back then my mouth is on his and his on mine.
Our tongues tangle. Our lips a mess of teeth and passion. Sloppy and heated. I dig the pads of my fingers into his shoulders, grinding my soaking center against his erection that’s poking me in just the right spot. My panties are drenched, so much so, they’re clinging to my pussy in such an embarrassing manner, but all I can think about is him peeling them off. Feeling his mouth on me, his hands touching me, his cock sliding in and out of me.
Creed and I break apart for air once my back hits soft sheets, and I prop myself up on the bed inside the cabana, taking everything in. We’re covered from all sides, except the foot of the bed that overlooks the sand and ocean. The light inside here is dim, casting shadows across the room, across our bodies. The bed dips with Creed’s weight as he climbs over me, and his mouth is back on mine, completely taking my breath away. His tongue tangles with mine and his hand slides into my hair, tugging back on the roots, exposing the column of my throat to him. He trails his tongue down, trapping my skin between his teeth, nibbling gently. He soothes the sting with his tongue. I circle my hips on the bed, dying to feel him inside me.
Creed rips the straps of my dress down my body, exposing my breasts to the warm night air. The sea salt licks at my skin, and I moan as his warm mouth and tongue close around my nipple. Unable to wait any longer, I slide my hand down my body, beneath my panties and I touch myself. I dip my finger into my center, unsurprised when I feel how wet I am. Swirling that wetness around my clit, I rub in lithe little circles.
“Fuck. That’s it, baby. Let me watch you,” Creed rasps, scooting down my body, resting back on his heels to watch me play with myself. I close my eyes, trying to imagine it’s his touch but his commanding voice has them springing open.
“Keep them open. I want you to look at me. I want you to play with your pussy and watch your husband while doing it.”
My mouth drops open and a moan escapes at how hot this is. I’ve missed this side of him. While I was pregnant, Creed didn’t want to hurt me or the baby. Sex with him is always amazing, but he refrained from doing anything too rough, or anything he thought would hurt the baby. But that’s what I craved from him during sex. That little bite of pain he’d always weave in through the pleasure. While I was pregnant, I thought I was going to die. But since giving birth, that has changed. If he isn’t pounding me into the mattress and making me scream, he’s making love to me nice and slow. I can’t tell which one I like better.
Creed drops down off the bed and drags my body to the edge, he covers my pussy with his mouth, brushing my hand out of the way and letting his tongue do all the work. I toss my head back, panting up at the cabana ceiling as warmth surges through my veins. It curls in my stomach, tightening my muscles.
“Creed,” I pant, and I feel him move. He moves to stand, shedding his clothes and my mouth waters at how amazing his body is. They trail across the slabs of muscle, his delectable abs, the scars and the tattoos. Everything that makes him, him.
I surprise us both when I drop to my knees before him, and take his hardened cock in my hand, pumping him before taking his length in my mouth. I suck him, taking him all the way down my throat. And he must be so far gone to the pleasure, because he thrusts his hips forward, deep down my throat making me gag. Normally, he’d back off, but he seems to be so lost in what my mouth is doing to him, he keeps thrusting, fucking my mouth. Fucking my face.
“Fuck!” he suddenly growls and before I realize it, he’s lifting me into his arms, shoving my dress up so I can pull it over my head, and he tosses me onto the bed. His body covers mine within seconds then I feel his cock press up against my entrance. Within the next breath, he slams into me, scooting my body across the bed with the force. My cry of pleasure echoes around us, swallowed by the waves crashing against each other outside the cabana.
Creed rests back on his knees, lifting my hips up with him as he pounds into me. His cock drives inside, hitting that spot deep inside me that has me whimpering incoherently and grasping at the bedsheets. He suddenly changes our positions, and I roll over him, taking him inside me while I rest my knees outside of his body. I ride his cock, choosing the pace and depth. I toss my head back enjoying the way the pads of his fingers dig into my skin as I ride him.
“Fuck, Sophia,” he hisses, and when I peel my eyes open and look down at him, the expression on his face almost makes me come, right there. Not wanting to stop just yet, I swing my leg around, resituating him inside me. I ride him from the back in reverse cowgirl. My gaze fixed on the beautiful ocean as his cock slams inside me at this new angle. The view is stunning, but I can’t process any of it with all the sensations he’s eliciting in me.
One of his wet fingers presses against my backside, and I lean forward a little more, giving him better access. A groan rips from my throat when he fills my ass with his finger. Each time I grind back onto his cock, his finger drives deeper, making it hard to breathe. The fullness I feel everywhere, it’s so intense. So delicious. And it’s so close to tipping me over the edge. His finger fucks me agonizingly slow as I ride his cock, the heat and other strange feelings turning my breaths ragged.
I look back at him, needing to see his face, and I roll my hips. He’s leaning up on his forearms. One hand reaches for my cheek, grabbing a handful of my flesh. His jaw tightens and suddenly his palm comes down on my ass cheek, the crack is deafening against the waves lapping at each other just beyond. His spanking spurs me on, vibrating in my backside, tugging on the strings of pleasure and desire in my belly. I roll my hips faster. Sliding onto his cock with more vigor. Creed grips a fistful of my hair and yanks it to the side so I’m looking back at him as I ride him this way.
“Feel good, baby? Your pussy is squeezing my cock so fucking good,” he growls.
My eyes flutter shut as the orgasm slams into me. I let out a long drawn out moan that sounds like it belongs to a wild animal. Creed follows soon after. I feel his warmth shoot inside of me, and I collapse onto the bed when he slides out of me.
I feel his hold on me, him dragging my body from the foot of the bed next to his. I lay in his arms, popped up against the pillows, and we both watch the ocean, the waves crashing over each other.
“Want those strawberries now?”
I turn my face into his chest and laugh. I stay like that, closing my eyes, my face turned into his firm warm chest, inhaling his scent. Never wanting this moment to end. For a while longer, Creed and I feed each other strawberries, sharing kisses and watching the waves. We dress quickly, both of us wanting to see Angel.
When we go to check in on him, Magdalene shoos us away, putting him to sleep. She promises to give us a call once he wakes up. I try not to pout as Creed and I walk hand in hand back to our villa.
We stop on the deck looking up at the stars and the moon. It shines beautifully on the dark water. Creed wraps his arms around me from behind, the warm planes of his body pressing up against me from behind. I lean back into him, and I crane my neck back inhaling his scent, still feeling h
im drip down my thigh.
Creed looks down at me, then leans in, his mouth capturing mine. I moan into him and turn in his arms to deepen the kiss. Stirrings of desire take root in my belly again and even though I just had him, my core clenches with need.
Creed and I both pull back at the same time and he searches my eyes. Whatever he sees makes him lift me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist, and we stumble inside the villa, our mouths fused together as I work the zipper to his slacks open, his hands holding me up by the globes of my ass.
I work quickly, freeing him. His greedy hand is already slipping under my panties and pulling them, ripping them clean from my body. He grabs ahold of his cock, and positions his hips just right, so the head bumpsmy clit as he grinds into me. I toss my head back, consumed with my lust and the deep satiating need to feel him pumping inside of me. He strokes my bare pussy with the head of his cock, dragging it up the slit, swirling through his come that’s still dripping out of me. And then he thrusts his hips between my thighs, and I cry out as he slides his firm length, inch by inch inside of me. Stretching my already sore center, burying himself in my wet pussy.
My walls stretch to accommodate him. His tip rubs so deep inside me I can feel him in my stomach. I dig my heels into his back and press my body into his, holding him close as I start to ride his cock. I use his shoulders for momentum and Creed lets me bounce myself on his dick, meeting his strokes.
Creed thrusts, forcing my back up the wall again and again and I hang on for dear life as he pounds and fucks. This one is fast and dirty.