6. Creed

Chapter 6

Creed

" W ake up, little Siren. We have a busy day ahead of us." I tickle the sides of her ribs, coaxing her to wake up. We've wasted five years—I don't want to waste another minute.

Last night, between making love, we decided to move McKenna into my place, and Serena would take over McKenna's beach house. She plans to extend the rental for as long as Serena wants to stay there.

"I don't want to wake up. You wore me out." McKenna rolls over onto her side and burrows her head under her pillow.

"Maybe this will wake you up." I lower myself down her naked body and roll her onto her back while wedging my broad shoulders between her thighs and placing her legs over them.

I kiss all around her puffy, well-used pussy lips, remembering how many times we made love last night and into the morning. I'll run her a bubble bath when we get back to my place, I guess our place now, and take care of my little Siren.

My tongue glides over her slick skin, still damp from our combined lust as I devour her.

"Oh, Creed." She moans against the pillow, still covering her beautiful face. "Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't ever stop doing that with your tongue." I pick up my speed, flicking my tongue against the little bundle of nerves that gives her so much pleasure. "Yes!" She screams loud enough that I'm sure anyone passing by can hear, but I don't care—McKenna is mine, and I want everyone to know it.

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A few hours and a lot more orgasms later, we have McKenna and Serena's things packed and arranged to have them delivered to their new living spaces. Serena seems a little off today, constantly checking her phone, which is something she never does. I often tease her about how she always misplaces her phone, while she informs me she didn't misplace it—she doesn't want to be tied down by it—controlled by the machine—as she calls it.

Once the movers have picked up and delivered everything to the correct location, I light the fireplace and pull McKenna to sit with me in front of the fire. She wiggles her luscious ass between my thighs, making herself comfortable while brushing it against my hard cock with a giggle. "Okay, Siren, I know what you're asking for." I hold her hips still because if she keeps wiggling against me, I won't be able to overcome my lust, and I'll forget what I wanted to ask her.

"Fine." She says, leaning her back against my chest. Nothing has ever felt so right before in my life.

"There was something else I planned to give you on the night of your eighteenth birthday." I take a deep breath, pull my grandmother's engagement ring from my pocket, and turn McKenna to face me so she is straddling my hips and hold up the ring. "Will you McKenna Grace Carlisle, do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Her face goes from shock to pure happiness as she throws herself against my body in a hug. "Yes! Of course, I'll marry you!" Her lips find mine, and we kiss for what seems like hours before she finally takes the ring from me and slips it on her finger, turning around and snuggling against my chest again. "I love it." She holds her hand up in the air, admiring my grandmother's ring on her finger. "For the record, I would have said yes to marrying you five years ago, and we would have found a way to make everything work out."

She's right. I should have trusted us all those years ago, but at least fate has led her back home to me and Love Beach.