Meggie
Smoke pouring from his nostrils, Christopher took his cigarette between his fingertips and surged into Megan, caressing her pretty ass cheek with his free hand. The rush of nicotine combined with Megan’s cries energized him.
He drew on his cigarette again, halted his hips, then leaned over and flicked away ashes, his cock throbbing inside her hot pussy. She clenched her juicy walls and pleasure tingled the base of his spine.
Ass in the air, she leaned forward and rested her head on the bed, allowing him to have a deeper angle. He slammed into her and grunted. She moaned.
Finished with the cigarette, he tamped it out and threw the butt in the ashtray, then dug his fingers into her hips and pounded her. Unable to hold back, he burst inside her, coming so hard and deep, his fucking knees buckled and he fell beside her.
She was kneeling on the edge and he didn’t want her to topple over, so he put an arm around her waist and drew her close, kissing her with all the love always bottled inside of him just for her.
Unable to get enough of her sweetness, never able to do so, he trailed his lips down the delicate column of her neck to her hardened nipples, worshipping them with his tongue and running a finger down her belly to her center.
He thumbed her clit, slid his fingers in her slippery channel, still latched onto her nipple, until her breathing hitched and her pussy grinds grew wilder.
He brought his mouth to her ear. “Come for me, Megan,” he ordered, biting her lobe, and finger fucking her.
She tipped her head back and parted her lips. He never passed up the opportunity to kiss her. Covering her mouth with his, he absorbed her cries and rolled onto her, slipping his cock into her as she fell apart.
She screamed, gasped, shook, and her eyes rolled back, but he didn’t stop fucking her, though he gentled his thrusts, even more satisfied when they came together.
A few minutes later, they were under the covers and wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring their kisses.
“I ain’t ever gettin’ enough of you lovin’ on me, baby,” he murmured, rubbing his nose against hers. “Of you lovin’ me.”
Smiling, she caressed his jaw, the adoration in her eyes a look he thought he’d lost forever. “I will never stop loving you, Christopher. You’re the best husband, the best father, simply the best everything.”
He thought of Rebel and sighed.
“What?”
Running his fingers through her silky hair, he sighed again and told her about his run-in with their girl.
Laying in the crook of her husband’s arm, Meggie listened to him, picking out all the inherent flaws in both his confrontation with Rebel and his defensive retelling.
“Say something,” he said when he finally went silent. “Tell me how the fuck to reach her.”
“First, you need to back off her and Diesel.”
One.
Two.
Three.
“Fuck no!” Christopher exploded right on cue. “That ain’t ever fuckin’ happenin’. No fuckin’ way. No fuckin’ how. How about I chop that motherfucker up sooner rather than later? Then they ain’t gettin’ you on their fuckin’ side.”
“You cannot kill Diesel, Christopher. Especially just to teach Rebel a lesson.”
“I can do any fuckin’ thing I want. He my club member and she my daughter. I ain’t able to add that motherfucker also my son cuz that’s just too fuckin’ fucked up.”
Meggie agreed, though she kept that sentiment to herself. “Your daughter’s growing up,” she said gently. “Whether you like it or not.”
“I will fuckin’ kill Diesel before I ever allow that motherfucker to be with Rebel. I ain’t givin’ a good fuck if she eighteen or eighty.”
“Okay, we’ve been through this already.”
“I knew you’d fuckin’ flip the script when you was in the hospital.”
“I haven’t flipped, Christopher. I am keeping an open mind.”
“Close that motherfucker. Diesel a motherfucker then and he a motherfucker now. If he could get away with, he’d fuck her now.
The way that fuckhead look at her, defend her, hang on her every fuckin’ word when he don’t think nofuckinbody lookin’ tell me all the fuck I need to know, Megan.
It’s why he fuckin’ texted me to come get her out of Kaia’s room. ”
“Did you?”
“Fuck yeah!”
Rolling her eyes, Meggie snorted. “You know I gave her permission to hang out with him and Kayce?”
“I know. I ain’t sure why you want our baby to spend more than two minutes alone with two motherfuckers.”
“Because I want her to enjoy a threesome.”
Christopher choked, too angry to hear her sarcasm.
She twirled her finger on his chest, hoping to calm him. “Diesel knows he can’t get away with anything inappropriate or illegal with Rebel, so he won’t have sex with her. As for Kaia, he cares about Rebel.”
“He do. His cock cares about fuckin’,” Christopher growled.
Something else she agreed with, but if she admitted that, it wouldn’t end well.
Christopher wanted to protect Rebel and force her to his will.
Even if Rebel hadn’t lost faith in her daddy, she’d bow to no one, including him.
Unfortunately, her shattered trust created a powder keg that threatened to explode.
Meggie needed to get Christopher to see why their daughter was so angry with him.
“Let’s talk about Torie.”
“Do we gotta? I’m so fuckin’ sick of her. Every time you and me talk about her, shit go south between us.”
“I’ve laid that time to rest,” Meggie said truthfully. “Rebel has just pushed it aside on my behalf. It’s always there, just beneath the surface, Christopher. You hurt her deeply.”
“She ain’t had fuck all to be hurt about,” Christopher barked.
“Yes, I know–”
“I don’t mean because I was fuckin’ innocent anyfuckinway. I meant cuz it ain’t her fuckin’ business.”
“Yes, it was. What happens between you and I affects her, too. She’s trying to forgive you, but you have to meet her halfway. She deserves the same leeway as you give the boys.”
“Then she’ll fuckin’ think she can act like the fuckin’ boys.”
“She already does. Something you admired until the day she told you about how she felt about Diesel. Your relationship has never been the same.”
“Yeah, cuz she turned into a fuckin’ spoiled lil’ bitch who hated me cuz I ain’t wanted her thinkin’ she had a future with that motherfucker.”
“She was a little over the top but she apologized.”
“She still wasn’t that fuckin’ nice to me.”
“I know,” Meggie soothed. “Then Torie happened and it crushed her.”
“She must’ve thought I was just a fuckin’ piece a shit in the first fuckin’ place if she let something I ain’t fuckin’ do turn her against me.”
“She doesn’t. She loves you, Christopher. Part of the problem, though, is how she’s treating you has affected how you see her.”
“Like a spoiled, naive kid who think she my fuckin’ equal?”
Meggie wouldn’t comment on Christopher’s revelation. Neither father nor daughter saw each other in the best light.“ You’ve got to let her spread her wings.”
“So she can fly right the fuck to Diesel? No. Fuck no.”
Meggie ignored Christopher. “Like a lot of the club members, Rebel isn’t convinced you didn’t have an affair with Torie. It isn’t her job to seek the truth. It’s your job to convince her of it as her father. You let it get out of hand. You fix it.”
“How?”
“By apologizing to her. By telling her you could’ve handled her confrontation with Torie in a different way. You disappointed her. That won’t be easy to overcome because you fell off the pedestal she placed you on.”
“You expect me to sit our fuckin’ girl down and say I ain’t fucked Torie and then list all the fuckin’ reasons why she need to believe me and apologize to her on fuckin’ top of that?”
“Yep.”
“No. Why don’t you talk to her?”
“I have. We agreed to disagree,” she said and detailed her and Rebel’s conversations when they were in LA.
“If you ain’t got through to her, how the fuck you think I can?”
“Because I believe in you. Val had a point. Give Rebel the same patience you gave Zoann. Mortician had a point. Until you and her find common ground again, you won’t win.”
Christopher absorbed those words and tightened his hold on Meggie. “Against her or you?”
“Either of us.”
“You’d leave me cuz of Rebel?”
“If you abused her. Which you aren’t. But you are hurting her and I don’t like that.”
It saddened Meggie to no end. When she’d been a child, her father had been such an important part of her life.
Just like Christopher had been for Rebel.
By the time Meggie was Rebel’s age, Big Joe was lost in drugs.
Just when she needed him most, he was gone.
Christopher was alive and well, unable to see his own mistakes with their daughter.
“Don’t shun her and don’t shame her.”
“Zoann was so fuckin’ different from Rebel.”
“Rebel is just like you, Christopher. Zoann had only some of your traits.”
“I don’t fuckin’ want Rebel to be like me.
That mean she’s gonna fuck fifty thousand motherfuckers, kill even more, don’t give a fuck if she live or fuckin’ die ‘til she thirty-three. She’s gonna try drugs, drink like a motherfucker, and worry the fuck outta you.
And she’s gonna finish my fuckin’ hair off.
You put a lil’ white in it. She’ll make that motherfucker look like Santa’s dick hair. ”
Meggie frowned.
“She ain’t like me. Case fuckin’ closed.”
She wasn’t getting through to Christopher right now.
His emotions were running high. When they were alone in the cabin, she’d try again.
Maybe, over the summer, she’d go away with Rebel for a girl’s trip.
Hopefully, there wouldn’t be travel restrictions on Jo, which Meggie didn’t foresee.
She sighed. That would defeat the purpose of taking Rebel away.
If she brought Jo, Meggie would be limited with the places she took Rebel and her attention would be divided.
“I want you to buy Diesel a partnership in the law firm,” she announced to rip the bandage off and get straight to the heart of the matter.
“Okay. Any fuckin’ reason why?”
“As a birthday present. It’s a milestone. He’ll see how much we value him. Explain to Kendall what we’re doing so she’ll agree.”
“Fine.”
“Are you excited for Jo’s release?” she asked, changing the subject and ignoring the sudden unease hitting her.
Christopher nodded.
“I hope they don’t go back to her three-month mark before they release her.”
“She had heart problems and eye problems, baby. If she’d been born on time, she’d be six weeks now.
Our girl growin’ and almost all healed. If she got to stay in six more weeks to reach three months like she should’ve been, that’s what got to happen.
Even if she have to stay six more fuckin’ months, she will. As long as she all better.”
Christopher and Rebel’s argument had her upset, but her husband was right about Jo.
“Ima visit Kendall tomorrow. Check on her. Johnnie was such a motherfucker.”
He was that and more. That jerk had ruined what had been a nice evening.
Meggie, Roxy, and Zoann had spent over an hour comforting Kendall after what that idiot said.
The more she thought about how little Johnnie respected Kendall, the more Meggie realized her friend was at a disadvantage not knowing about her possible stepdaughter.
If Johnnie accepted Jana, he’d weaponize her against Kendall in some way.
“You probably should tell Kendall about Jana.”
“Is that bitch even still on premises?”
Meggie poked him. “Stop. She’s going to be our daughter-in-law.”
“We gotta get rid of that first cunt before we accept this one.”
“You’re sooo bad, Christopher,” Meggie said, laughing.
Christopher snickered, tipped her chin up, and kissed her. “If you think we should tell Kendall about Jana, then we will.”
Meggie had other thoughts on that situation, but for now she just wanted Christopher inside her. They’d discuss everything else later.