Chapter 35 – Meggie
Meggie couldn’t wait to have Christopher inside of her. The moment he closed the door, slammed it shut, and lifted her into his arms, she wrapped her legs around him and lifted her dress above her waist.
Ravenous for him, she couldn’t get enough of his kisses, his scent, or his taste.
“I missed you so much, Christopher,” she breathed, pulling her mouth from his long enough to impart that.
The intensity of his emerald eyes made Meggie’s heart pound. “I fuckin’ missed you too, baby. I’m so fuckin’ glad you back,” he said, and crushed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss that completely owned Meggie.
Her hardened nipples ached for attention and the core of her pussy throbbed.
Christopher slipped a hand between them, hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties and ripped them off.
Groaning, Meggie grinded her bare pussy against his stomach, vaguely aware he hadn’t lifted his shirt. Or slid his fingers inside her.
“Please?” she whispered, rolling her hips again, in desperate need of an orgasm.
Dipping his head and lifting her higher, Christopher ran his tongue between the valley of her breasts, avoiding her nipples, frustrating Meggie to no end.
“I want you to fuck me,” she told him.
Instead of complying, he carried her to their bed and laid her down, giving her a long, lingering kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth, a master in the art of seduction.
He pulled away and straightened, avoiding Meggie’s hands. His long, thick erection pressed against his jeans and Meggie squeezed her thighs together, wet and hot. One brush of his finger or swipe of his tongue and she’d explode.
Tipping her head, she arched her back, the air teasing her achy nipples and hardening them further.
Christopher’s satisfied laughter, so overwhelmingly masculine, swirled through her, settling deep inside of her, music to her ears.
“You made your pussy come?”
She lifted her head and her mouth watered at the sight that greeted her.
Her husband, shirtless, his broad, inked chest tanned and as finely hewn as a marble statue.
Tattoos decorated his muscular arms and wrapped around to his sleek back.
His ink-dark hair, shot through with silver, was growing back but still so much shorter than it had once been, thanks to Axel.
He captured her gaze with his, his eyes gleaming, a sexy, arrogant tilt to his full lips, and slid his jeans down.
His big cock sprang free. Licking her lips, Meggie sat up, intending to take him into her hands. He backed up, walked to his side of the bed, and lit a cigarette.
“You ain’t answered me, Megan.”
What had he asked her again? She searched her foggy brain and remembered he wanted to know if she’d finger fucked herself. She shook her head.
Jamming a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he stroked himself, his burning desire captivating her. She could barely stand, barely hold herself together, wanting his heavy erection against her tongue, down her throat, and deep inside her pussy.
“Where’s your spiked bikini?”
“In my suitcase,” she said, her voice low and throaty, hoarse with need.
Christopher cocked his head to the side, gave her another half-smile, aware he was torturing her.
“You fuckin’ know you drive me, dontcha, baby?
I wake up never knowin’ what to expect.” Stroke, pull, caress.
Stroke, pull, caress. The tip of his cock glistened.
“But when you finally took off all those fuckin’ clothes?
When you started rubbing your cunt and I wasn’t there to touch you?
” He halted his cock strokes, took his cigarette between his fingers, and then abandoned it in the ashtray on his nightstand.
“I been outta my mind waitin’ to fuck you ever since. ”
Meggie tweaked her nipple.
“Ain’t said you could touch yourself.”
“Please?” Meggie dropped her hand to her side. “I want to come.”
“How?” He fisted his cock. “You want my dick hammerin’ your pussy? You want me to tongue-fuck you? Or you want me to use my fingers to caress your pussy, lightly touchin’ your lil’ clit, and slowly increasin’ the pressure until you cream?”
“I want you inside of me.”
He stalked around the bed and halted when he reached her side. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
“So are you,” Meggie panted.
“You mine, Megan. You fuckin’ belong to me.”
“Always. Forever.”
“And I’m yours.”
“Yes.”
Finally, he climbed on the bed, but instead of taking her in his arms, or just taking her, he swept that hot, intense gaze over her again.
Restless, Meggie opened her legs and tilted her hips.
She thought about fingering herself but she didn’t trust him not to prolong his torture.
Maybe pull out the handcuffs or even spank her.
Not that she didn’t enjoy it, but she was too wound up and impatient.
Besides, they usually reserved those games for when they were alone and away from home.
Drawing her into his arms, he kissed her ear. His hand cupped her pussy and she moaned.
“You fuckin’ soakin’, yeah?” he whispered. “About to come.”
She gripped his shoulders and nodded again.
“Beautiful girl,” he told her reverently, dipping his head to her breast and licking her nipple, dragging his tongue down her belly, teasing her navel before he finally circled her clit.
Unable to stand it, Meggie screamed, pleasure washing over her in wave after wave that left her trembling.
He moved his mouth away, lifted her onto all fours and wrapped her hair around his hand, tugging her head back and burying his cock, balls deep inside of her.
Her pussy clenched around him and his groan vibrated through her. She pushed against him, tilted her ass in a way that allowed her to rub her clit against his nuts, timing her backward thrusts to his forward motion.
When he released her hair, gripped her hips, and covered her body with his, Meggie never wanted to leave her husband’s arms. She was open and vulnerable and never more in love with Christopher than she was at that moment.
He poured into her as she came apart at the seams, both of them sated for now. Falling to her side, he drew her into his arms and kissed her tenderly.
“You remember we goin’ to Celia’s?” he asked her, long minutes later.
She nodded. “Yeah. Hopefully, we finally get some answers.”
He tightened his hold on her and kissed her temple, a signal that something troubled him.
“What is it?”
“I don’t even fuckin’ know where to start, baby.”
Panic stole Meggie’s contentment. “Is someone else dead?”
Christopher tensed.
“Oh my God!” She tried to sit up but Christopher wouldn’t release her. “Who?”
“Nobody. Derby just a motherfucker, Megan,” he said, and told her that he’d had Gypsy cremated.
Meggie couldn’t do anything but cry while Christopher held her.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, baby,” he told her, stroking her hair. “I wish the motherfucker woulda just turned her fuckin’ body over to us. We woulda done her justice.”
“We would have,” Meggie said around a sob. “Poor Gypsy! She didn’t deserve to be treated…”
She buried her face against Christopher’s chest and cried for all the times she’d never get to spend with Gypsy.
All their lost moments and celebrations they’d never again share.
They’d had their fair share of arguments over the years, but Meggie always hoped Gypsy would find happiness one day.
And maybe she had. Maybe she’d crossed over into a better place, left her hurt and suffering behind.
“We can still do a memorial service for her at the club, yeah?” Christopher murmured, holding her tight.
“Okay,” Meggie said in a watery voice. “I’m so sorry, Christopher. I know we already talked about her and—”
His kiss halted her. “And I know I already fuckin’ said I thought she was a stupid bitch, but that ain’t meant she deserve that motherfucker’s disrespect, especially now.
And it definitely don’t mean I ain’t gonna hold you while you remember her.
She was your friend, Megan. You grievin’, and that’s okay.
Grief take time.” He thumbed away her tears and kissed her again.
“I won’t even invite Derby. The brothers wanted to do something for her anyway. ”
Meggie liked that idea. This time, she kissed Christopher. “Thank you for always being my rock.”
“Just like you mine, baby, and that ain’t a fuckin’ lie.”
She nodded. “Why don’t we shower so we can round up the kids and—”
“About Bash,” Christopher started, releasing his tight grip on her but still keeping her in his arms. “He a motherfucker. Especially to chicks. Celia cookin’ and shit, so that mean at some point, he’s gonna interact with you and the rest of the girls.
You might not like how he talk but just tune him the fuck out.
They got the fuckin’ peace agreement. Now Ima tie up loose ends and that’s fuckin’ it. ”
Not liking the sound of that, Meggie frowned.
“My fuckin’ point is, we goin’ to hear the DNA test results, get answers like you said, and come the fuck home. If Bash refer to a girl as a cunt, shut the fuck up and call him a cunt back in your head.”
She was emotional and so was Christopher. Besides, she’d already decided she’d convince Christopher not to resign during the belated anniversary trip.
“I will talk to Roxy and everyone else,” she told him. “We will be on our best behavior.”
“Fuck, I hope so. Mort told me that Bailey wasn’t coming.”
Meggie sniffed. “At least something’s working out.”
“That’s your fuckin’ cousin.”
“Don’t remind me,” Meggie grumbled, remembering those stupid letters she’d read even before Christopher decided to tell her about Bailey. “Anything else I should know?”
“I want you on the back of my bike tonight? We got enough cars for our lil’ motherfuckers to ride in.” He kissed her and thrust his erection against her thigh. “After we leave dinner, you and me can go for a spin.”
“Okay.”
“How’s Rule?”
Meggie sighed. She wouldn’t betray her son’s confidence or tell her husband that she’d warned the priest if he interfered with Rule again, not only wouldn’t the rectory be rebuilt to his expensive specifications, but she’d see to it that he was reassigned to another parish so she merely explained that Freya was concerned that Rule might have a setback with the medication change.
She also told Christopher about Bianca and he promised he’d take care of it.
“Before I fuckin’ forget, we movin’ Molly to LA. She’s leavin’ tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” There would’ve been paperwork to complete and payments to be made. All types of arrangements that she could’ve seen to while… “Christopher!” she said, poking him. “You waited to move her until I was home.”
“I ain’t wanted you to stay until Monday,” he grouched. “I missed you too fuckin’ much and those fuckin’ tests tonight. I need you there when Kendall confirm Jana belong to Johnnie.”
Christopher would never change where she was concerned. He’d find a way to bend situations exactly to his will. Shaking her head, she sat up. “Why don’t we take a quick bath together? I can tell you all about Kaia, Axel, and the dinner I took Rebel to.”
“You was so fuckin’ gorgeous in that outfit.”
She’d sent him a selfie and also a photo of her and Rebel that Xanders snapped.
“Rebel wished I would’ve taken her for a burger.”
Christopher snickered. “I prefer fuckin’ burgers, too.”
Meggie nodded and shoved the covers aside.
“Megan, Molly gettin’ the best care. When we visit Rule, we gonna see her, too.”
“I know, Christopher,” she said, gave him a quick kiss, and got to her feet. She turned and met his gaze. “I trust you to take care of her, our kids, and everyone else, but mostly especially, me,” she said softly and blew him a kiss before scampering away.