Cree (My Way Series - Book 1) (Volume 1) (9 page)

Cree: You are evil ;)

Me: Want a picture?

Cree: Fuck Yeah I do….

Me: Here ya go!

Cree: You are one evil woman!

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HAPTER 13

A Family Thanksgiving

I woke on Thanksgiving morning to a picture text from Cree. It was a picture of him and Annie smiling brightly, both sporting their bedhead for the camera. You could see the little milk mustache on Annie’s upper lip from her cereal. I saved the picture as my wallpaper on my phone and then read the message.

Cree: Get your ass out here sleepyhead!

Me: It’s 6:32 AM

Cree: I want to see you

Me: Ok Ok Ok

Cree: Annie said come in your pjs..she wants to watch cartoons with you

Me: You better have bacon…be shirtless…and barefoot!

Annie was waiting at the window for me. I threw some clothes in a duffel bag, and planned on using Willow’s toiletries and makeup later in the day. Willow wasn’t home—she and Lacey had gone to some wild party the night before. As requested, the bacon was cooked, and Cree was shirtless and barefoot. If I were stranded on a desert island for the rest of my life, the only things I would ask for would be Cree, bacon, bare chest and bare feet. Cree brought a plate of bacon to the couch for me and the three of us snuggled up watching cartoons. Cree was up and down the whole time, checking on the food he was preparing.

“You know, just because you won the bet doesn’t mean you couldn’t help out a little”

“Oh, I’m going to do your daughter’s hair and get us both all dressed up for your feast. I thought it was the least I could do.”

Cree grabbed me by the waist and swung me to the ground, initiating an all-out wrestling match.

“Milly, I’ll save you!”

Annie came flying off the couch in her pink princess nightgown, her wild dark hair flying everywhere. She landed right on the top of her dad. He pretended he was wounded. Then Annie and I let him have it! We dog piled on top of him and tickled him until he cried “uncle.” Cree and I lay side by side on our backs on the floor, while Annie was perched on her daddy’s chest with her elbows propped up, holding her chin in place. All of us were breathing heavy and laughing from our wrestling match.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweet baby?”

“Do you know that the prince is ‘sposed to kiss the princess?”

“Well yeah, I guess.”

“Daddy, I think you should kiss your Princess Milly!”

“What?” Cree asked, crooking his eyebrow and making a funny face.

“I think you should kiss her so some other prince doesn’t steal her and take her to his far away kingdom wif dragons and stuff.”

“But what if she has cooties or something?”

“Daddy!”

Cree turned and looked at me with the happiest face I have ever seen. He leaned over and planted a kiss firmly on my lips. It was the sweetest, gentlest kiss that has ever graced my lips. I interlaced his fingers with mine and squeezed them gently, trying to tell him how much I loved him without words.

“Yes! She is our princess now, Daddy!”

The kitchen timer went off. Cree reached up and kissed Annie on her nose, and then turned and kissed my nose. Then he was off into the kitchen, preparing a feast for his princesses. Annie and I took our time getting ready for Thanksgiving.

I made her a special dress and hair flower for Thanksgiving. She twirled in her new dress that was splattered with browns, oranges and yellow paisley patterns. Her favorite part was the shiny belt that hooked around her plump little belly. She wore grey leggings and black boots with her outfit. I pinned her hair up into two messy buns that resembled pig tails. I tied each of the buns with three pieces of coordinating ribbon, and tucked her hair flower on one side of her head.

I wore a burnt orange miniskirt with black leggings and grey boots. My blouse was white and loose-fitting with a red tank top underneath it. I wore lots of bangle bracelets and one of Frances’ necklaces.

Annie insisted on doing my hair, so I let her brush through it and then I convinced her that I wanted a messy bun just like hers. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun that sat off to one side, and then let Annie place a matching hair flower into my hair.

Willow and Lacey were home now, but we refused to let them invade our dress up party. Annie and I were locked in Cree’s master bathroom, enjoying our alone time together. Cree kept banging on the door, insisting that he needed us. When we finally made our way out of the bathroom, Cree was perched on his bed with a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. He was watching football on his flat screen TV. When his eyes met ours, he instantly started to tear up. Annie ran to his side and hugged him with all her strength.

“Why are you crying, daddy?”

“Because I’m looking at the two most beautiful girls in the whole wide world, who dressed up for me on Thanksgiving, to eat the turkey I cooked.”

“Oh, Daddy, you so silly!”

Annie went prancing out of the room to find Willow and Lacey. Cree pulled me close and rested his forehead on mine.

“You created a mini-you!”

“You let me.”

“I know. I love you, Milly!”

I shut my eyes tight and let the sounds of his “I love you” rain down all around me. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. Until today, it had been Poppy’s voice saving me from that trailer.

“I love you, too, Captain!”

We decided that since this was our first Thanksgiving together that we would each start a new tradition. Cree insisted on serving mac n’ cheese with sprinkles if needed. He was melting my heart one sprinkle at a time. Annie insisted we dress up as pilgrims and indians, so she assigned the roles and made the appropriate headdress for each of us. Cree and Willow were the pilgrims, so Lacey, Annie and I were the indians. She placed paper headbands on our heads and showed us to our seats. Cree threw a fit when he couldn’t be an indian, so Annie threatened him with a time-out. I loved to just sit back and watch the interaction between the two of them. They were slowly healing the most inner broken part of my heart.

Willow banned pumpkin pie and insisted that cheesecake would be the only dessert at this feast. She was an amazing baker and was adamant that pumpkin pie was way too traditional for us. She had been baking pastries for The Shop the last month. Her pastries were to die for! Cree wasn’t happy about this and made a pretty good argument, but in the end he lost.

Lacey’s was simple—she wanted a picture of all of us together with no griping. We ended up all posing around the table with our headbands on. Annie sat in the middle of the table like a little centerpiece, with Cree on one side of her and me on the other side. Lacey hugged herself tightly to me, and Willow draped herself over the back of her brother. It took us three times to get the self-timer down before we captured a decent picture.

I decided on a movie to kick off the holiday season.
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation
was my selection, and I bought everyone goofy pajamas to wear while watching the movie. Willow threw together a white chocolate popcorn mixture to munch on. We huddled together in the living room to watch the movie. Lacey made all of us squeeze onto the couch for one more group shot in our pjs. Cree, Annie and I took our normal positions all cuddled up on the couch. Annie lasted about a good thirty minutes, before she was snoring into her daddy’s chest. Cree kept sneaking kisses up and down my arm throughout the movie.

“Stop it! You are going to drive me nuts,” I finally whispered to him.

“Stay the night with me.”

“But what about Annie?”

“She knows I love you. She loves you. What’s the problem?

It wasn’t a question—it was a demand, and I didn’t argue any further.

When the movie was over, Cree carried his sleeping princess to bed and I changed into my real pjs. A white cami and black boy shorts from earlier in the morning, when I showed up to watch cartoons with my sweet Annie. I went down to the kitchen to get a drink before bed. I found Cree in his boxer briefs sitting on the counter, eating a pumpkin pie straight from the pie tin!
Holy shit!
My jaw dropped and my eyes bulged out of my head. I couldn’t look away if my fucking life depended on it. Oh, he was a sexy little pirate!

“Like what you see, Dolly?”

“What are you doing?”

“Um, I made it before Willow declared her new tradition and pumpkin pie is my favorite.”

“MMMM…Breaking tradition so soon, Captain?” I joked as I nestled between his legs. I opened my mouth for a bite.

“Ha! You broke tradition, too, so no tattling!”

I grabbed the pie tin from his hands and darted down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Hey! That’s my pie!”

“You’d better catch me if you want any!”

I threw myself in the middle of his bed holding the prized pumpkin pie. Cree was hot on my heels and desperate to have his pie back. He bounced down on the bed right next to me in his luscious boxer briefs.

“Are you going to share?” he asked with his best puppy dog face.

“Well, maybe…” I said as I took another bite. I scooped up a bite of pie for him and fed it to him, giving him just a tiny taste.

“I think I need to be properly kissed before I share anymore.”

Cree kissed me. I fed him a bite.

“Again,” I said.

Cree kissed me a little longer this time. I fed him a bite.

“Again.”

Cree kissed me, this time using his tongue. I fed him a bite.

“Again.”

Cree flipped me over onto my back, straddling me. He kissed me feverishly while groping all my sensitive lady parts. I fed him a bite while he hovered over me.

“Again.”

This time Cree lowered his head, spraying kisses all down my neck and chest. He pulled up the hem of my cami and found my nipple with his teeth. I propped myself up on my elbows taking a slow seductive bite of pumpkin pie while watching my pirate slave away on my body. When he made his way back up my body, he pressed himself into me. I fed him his bite.

“Did I ever tell you I fucking love pumpkin pie?”

“You did. But I want you to keep working for your bites.” I giggled.

Cree went straight to work for his next bite. Not breaking eye contact, he slid his hand between my legs, cupping my lace panties with his hand. I let the fork fall out of my hand and thrust myself up into his palm. At this point he could have the whole fucking pumpkin pie if he wanted, and
my
pie for that matter. He slid off of me and lay on his side, facing me. I had enough wits left to feed him a bite of pie.

“Good girl.”

He worked his way down to my panties with his hand, keeping eye contact with me. His hand brushed over my sensitive parts. He wasn’t aggressive. He spent time touching and feeling and savoring me. I reached over and placed a tender kiss on his lips, encouraging him to keep touching me. With one hand, I reached down to explore him. He instantly stilled and threw his head back.

“Look at me, Cree.”

He turned his head back down to look at me. I fed him a bite and then went in for the kill. I wrapped my small hand around his thick pounding erection. I began to smoothly work my hand up and down him. When Cree finally came back to reality, he slid two fingers inside me. We found our perfect rhythm of bucking and thrusting against each other’s hands, trying to find our own release.

Cree bent over and licked a crumb off my lip, and then whispered in my ear, “I love you.”

It was hard to get a word out, but I breathlessly moaned, “Cree.”

“Milly?”

“Oh god, Cree. I love you—please don’t break my heart. I’ve fallen so hard for you. I wouldn’t be able to breathe if you broke my heart.”

“I promise I won’t. I’ve never loved like this. I need you, too.”

With his words, I found my release. Just when I started to scream, Cree quickly covered my mouth with his to muffle the noises. He rocked me hard to the very core. I suddenly felt hot streams of Cree’s release drip down my side. Between the pie, Cree’s release, and our sloppy confession of love, we were a hot mess. But the happiest hot mess in the history of all hot messes.

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HAPTER 14

Happy Freaking Birthday to Me!

Cree: What do you want to do for your birthday?

Me: You

Cree: Okay & what else?

Me: You again

Cree: And then…?

Me: Seriously, anything that involves you!

Cree: Send me a pic

Me: You are such a dirty pirate!

Me: Here you go!

I have spent every night with Cree and Annie since Thanksgiving. Cree always can manage to convince me to stay the night with his charm and good looks. Today is my birthday, December 11
^th
. I act really tough and strong on the outside, putting out the vibe that I never needed parents or a support system. Well, that’s all bullshit! Being so close to Cree and Annie scares the living hell out of me, because they make me feel so darned loved and wanted. I do know one thing for sure: there is no other place I would rather be than with them. Cree has been harassing me about my birthday for the last week. I have no idea what he has planned, but as long as it involves him and Annie, I’ll be happy!