The only thing I have to overcome now is this new fear of letting him out of my sight. Each time the phone rings or I hear an engine outside I get this sick feeling in my tummy.
When we’re lying in bed together every move he makes, is noticed by me, and I cling to him like a love sick puppy which he doesn’t seem to mind, but for how long? I think I’ve grown addicted.
Before, when my love for him was unrequited, I could keep it all in my head where it was perfectly beautiful. Now he had brought it out into the open and it was real and beautiful and perfect in its own way yes, but Creed was all man and some of that reality was bigger than I could’ve imagined.
I worried constantly now about the oddest things. Things like did he love me as much as I loved him? Would he leave me now that he’d got what he wanted? I knew nothing about relationships and what I was supposed to do, and quite frankly I felt out of my depth.
Add the fact that Creed is so bigger than life and everything that is beyond perfect in my eyes, and I just knew I wouldn’t be able to hold onto him forever. That thought more than any scares me to my soul.
“Hey, you’re making that noise again, look at me. Right here babe, and I’m not going anywhere.” He took my face in his hand as I leaned over the table to place the platter of pancakes there.
He stared into my eyes almost willing me to see the truth of his words there. “Come here.” He pulled me around the little bench seat that was built into the window behind the table, and onto his lap.
With my chin in his hand he studied me for the longest while before saying anything. I was beginning to get antsy by the time he opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t like that you’re having such a hard time believing me. If I say I love you, that’s just what the fuck I mean.”
He frowned at me and I almost laughed because he actually thought it was that easy. That all he had to do was say the words and that would make it so. “I want to believe…”
“What the fuck? What did I say? Do you really think I would’ve fucked you if I wasn’t all the way gone? The fuck you take me for? That fucking lasso on your finger is as good as a branding iron and I put it there.” He didn’t say anything for the next few minutes just studied me like a bug under a microscope.
“Am I to believe then that you don’t really love me either? That it’s just my dick that make you cry that shit out when I’m in you?” He didn’t seem to like that idea very much and the dark scowl on his face was testament to that.
“Of course not, don’t be silly, you know I’m in love with you.” My face went up in flames and I was about to throw up, but I managed to get those words out.
“I don’t know shit baby apparently around here we throw that word around but it has no real meaning.” It took me a minute to realize I’d hurt his feelings or his pride, I don’t know which one because I suck at this.
Now it was my turn to reassure and I found that it was easier being on this end. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, it’s just hard for me to accept that someone as perfect as you could love someone like me.”
That got me a deep tonsil clearing kiss and a gruff don’t be an ass and a pat on the butt. “Stay.” I’d tried getting off his lap to go to my side but he held me in place. “Open.”
I opened my mouth for his offering of pancakes and that easily the mood changed back to one of lightness.
For the rest of the day when we weren’t making love we were whispering to each other. He seemed to know that I needed a lot more than words though, and so set about showing me in all the ways he knew how, just what I meant to him.
By the time he rolled away from me in the early morning hours, I was a lot more convinced that this was real, that he was truly mine.
And when he wrapped his body around mine, as if he were protecting me from the unknown, I dropped off into slumber feeling loved and secure.
Chapter 15
Creed
Three days of fucking and I still wasn’t done but my woman was. If I kept after her like this she’d walk crooked the rest of her natural life. I slipped out from under the sheet and looked back at her in my bed where she belonged.
Her beautiful hair was spread out on the pillows, her cheek, the one that was turned to me, was a little red from my scruff that I had been trying to keep under control without much luck since we’d been locked away together.
I hadn’t had time for anything but her. It was like I’d found my favorite drug and was trying my best to OD on the shit in one go, addictive.
I looked down at my cock, which had dried cum and pussy juice from tip to base because when we’d finally rolled away from each other about three hours ago I was too fucking done to give her her usual after fuck bath.
My morning wood bounced in the air as I walked into the bathroom for a nice hot shower. It was the first one I’d be taking solo in three days. I missed her already because I knew I had to join the rest of the world today and leave her here.
With my head bowed under the spray I let the water beat down on me as I took what felt like the first easy breath in days. I think I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop. There’s no way anything that fucking perfect could be mine.
I kept searching my heart for any reason why I would deserve her and what she’s brought me. Then at the oddest moments I’d have the most fucked up fears, like losing her, or something else going wrong because that’s what the fuck happens when shit’s this good.
But then I only had to look at her and that feeling in my heart would make me feel ten feet tall and fucking invincible, and I would be back on track again.
Her little doubt fest the day before still bothered me a little, but I was hoping with time she’d get over whatever the fuck that was. I didn’t mind her feeling that way about everybody else, but fuck if I’ll accept that from her when it comes to me.
I switched off the water and headed back to the room where she was still out. I got dressed as quietly as I could, all the while wondering if I should wake her to say bye or just let her rest.
Last night she’d cried for the first time because she’d been too tired and sore to take me but her pussy was being greedy. I was beyond fucking pleased that she had the same hunger for me as I did her.
I’d eaten her sore pussy until she juiced up before fucking into her. I didn’t mean to be a beast, but knowing that I was gonna have to leave her today, there was no way I wasn’t gonna have her.
After I was dressed and ready to roll I leaned over her sleeping form on the bed and nuzzled her awake with my lips in my favorite spot on her neck. “Wake up and tell your man bye babygirl.”
“Creed?” She cuddled into my pillow, my sweet little kitten before her eyes came open slowly. She sat up and pulled the sheet over her tits as she looked around the room and then back at me.
“Where are you going?” Too cute.
“I have to go to work today baby, I missed a crap load of stuff and I’m sure there’s even more waiting for me to tend to.” She pouted and looked up at me with sad eyes.
I’m sure that if I was feeling the pain of separation it must be twice as hard for her. Fuck, in all my planning I hadn’t given any thought to what she was supposed to be doing while I was doing my thing.
It wasn’t like she could sit in the office all day and watch me, and school was out for at least the next two months. “Baby when I get back later we’ll decide on what you’ll do with your days, but for now just rest up okay.”
She didn’t look too happy about that shit if the look that came over her face was anything to go by. “Who’s going to be there?”
“Come again?” I wasn’t sure what she was getting at. She’d met most of the crew, but why the fuck should she care who was going to be over there?
“Is that girl going to come back?” Damn, I didn’t once think she would still be thinking about that shit, she hadn’t mentioned it at all in the past three days. She looked so fucking unhappy at the thought that it was the first time I realized she might be just as possessive of me as I was of her.
“Would it bother you if she was?” Don’t ask me why the fuck I asked her that since I knew for damn sure she wouldn’t be bothered. Not after I’d damn near emptied my life inside her snatch in the last three days and had pledged my undying love with every other breath. “YES.”
Whoa, okay I guess she would be. “Then she won’t be. Come ‘ere.” I pulled her and the sheet up into my arms. I was thinking just a hug goodbye to get me through the next few hours, but one whiff of her hot pussy scent and my dick came alive.
“You feel that, that’s all for you.” I took her hand and put it on my cock, which was straining against my jeans. She did the funniest damn thing then. Pulling out of my arms, she leaned over and kissed my cock behind the zipper making him jump.
“Good morning.” She was talking to my dick; get the fuck out, not my innocent little babygirl. She grinned up at me as she rubbed me with her soft hand. “He wants to come out and play.”
Okay for the past three days I’ve had her sequestered pretty much in my bedroom practically tied to my bed. In that time I have seen many sides to her as was to be expected. After all, I had opened her eyes to a whole new thing called sex, which she took to like a natural thank fuck.