Cavalier (Crimson Elite 1)

“What’s this place?” She slides out of the car before I can even make it around to her.

“Our place.”

Her eyes go wide as she looks back to me. “This is what you bought for us?” She coughs. “A fucking house.” She shakes her head and walks back to the car trying to pull the handle open, but I locked it in advance knowing exactly how she’d react.

She turns, her eyes zoomed in on me. “Open the damn door.”

Walking to her I offer her my hand, but she looks to it as if it could poison her. “Come and see the house. Movers are already at yours. So you might as well tell me if you like it.”

“We aren’t a thing, Creed, you can’t do this. It’s not normal.”

Stepping up to her so I am inches away from her lips, I get even closer when I respond to her. “We are a thing. We will forever be a thing. You just have to get used to it.”

She laughs and takes my hand, so I pull her up to the house I haven’t even seen yet.

“Do you like it? You already have a place,” she says as I reach the door which is unlocked thanks to my mother.

“I haven’t seen it.”

Walking in, I stop when she pulls me back her eyes wide with worry.

“You bought a house you haven’t seen?” She shakes her head. “Are you insane?”

I shrug. “Maybe. But Ma bought it. Then I bought it off of her, and I trust her judgment.”

“What about your place?” she asks me.

Looking away from her we start walking in. “I’ll keep mine, for work.” She shivers and I know she knows what I mean by those words.

“I’ll never have to see it again?” she asks.

“No, you won’t.”

“Good, I don’t want to.” She walks in letting go of my hand. Her fingers brush against the kitchen counter, and she turns back to me with tears in her eyes. “I didn’t ask for this, but I wanted all of this.” She waves her hands around the room. “It reminds me of home, but I didn’t want this bought for me. It was something I wanted to do on my own. It’s not that I’m not appreciative, I am. It’s just—my dream given to me by someone else.”

I’ve not seen her this upset, ever. I don’t know what to do or what to say to her to make it better. I get what she’s saying, she doesn’t want handouts. But it’s not a handout when we’re starting our life together, is it?

My hands wrap around her pulling her to me.

“This baby makes me emotional,” she says wiping her tears on my shirt. She tries to pull back, but I keep her there.

“This isn’t just me, Elicea, I wouldn’t want this if it weren’t with you. So don’t think that, and if it makes you happy you can pay for the groceries. Lord knows I hate people, and groceries involve people.”

Elicea laughs and it’s exactly what I want. She pulls back and leans up to kiss my lips.

“How do you make me forgive you so fast?” she asks me.

I smile showing all my teeth. “It’s my charm.”

She laughs again. “You, Creed, have no fucking charm. But you do have a magical mouth and cock.”

“I take that as a challenge.”

“Challenge accepted.”

“Now bend over, let’s christen this place.”

“If you could not, that would be fucking great,” Echo says as he walks in. My hands are already down her shirt grabbing her swells of perfect tits, and she yelps and buries herself on my chest again.

“Why are you fucking here, Echo?” I mutter, hating that he chose this exact moment to come inside, just as I was about to enter my perfect fucking heaven.

“Delivery, you asshole. No ‘thank you Echo for being such a supportive friend. I’m going to make you God-daddy of my new child’. No, I get ‘fuck you Echo, leave’, after everything I’ve done for you.”

“Thank you, Echo,” Elicea says, fixing the front of her shirt as she pulls off me.

Echo smiles in triumph as she walks over to him. “You, miss, can have your things. His—” He points to me. “I’m going to burn yours.”

She turns back to me. “Have you ever lived with a woman before?” she asks with a smile.

“My Ma.”

She chuckles. “It’s going to be interesting.”

Pointing to the door, Echo looks at me as if he has no idea what I’m meaning. “Leave, I plan to fuck my woman.”

“Ewww, man, I did not need to know. But since I do, can I watch?”

I throw the nearest thing to me at his head. He ducks as he closes the door behind him. Stalking to her, I pick her up, carrying her to the kitchen as she lifts her dress.

“One plus about being pregnant, I’m always horny,” she says as I manage to free my cock. She slides down straight on it, already wet, and drops her head back.