Christopher #2
Mort nodded, got to his feet, and held out his hand to help Kendall to hers. A little time away wouldn’t hurt anyone and it might help him to decide exactly how he wanted to fuck up Dead and Dead, Jr.
Borrowing Mortician’s idea to steal Kendall away and take her mind off everything, Christopher made a stop at the jeweler before returning home and asking Megan to spend the day with him.
Her hesitation disappointed him, considering what yesterday was.
Even after she told him she was hoping they’d visit Jo after they made love and then take Gunner to some type of kid’s museum, Christopher was still upset.
But Megan did her usual: loved, understood, and took care of him. She made him promise that he wouldn’t interfere with her visiting Jo tomorrow and then spending time with Gunner. Christopher shut the fuck up while she checked on Rebel and asked if she’d be okay with Bunny.
Megan’s stalling tactics concerned Christopher. Though he was both annoyed and worried, he still didn’t say anything. He almost told her neverfuckinmind, until she walked into his mancave, where he’d gone to stew, dressed in black leather and wearing red lipstick, her eyes sparkling.
Unfortunately, she’d wasted too much time for him to take her to Tillamook. She’d want to be home in time for dinner, so he adjusted the itinerary and headed to Astoria via the Pacific Coast Byway.
Yeah, he might’ve been a motherfucker because going through Portland added more time than if he’d just taken a direct route. But Megan loved riding on the back of his bike and taking in the beautiful scenery.
With everything under control for the time being, Christopher saw no issue with his plan.
Luckily, he found a room at an upscale hotel on the pier of the Columbia River.
After ordering room service, complete with champagne, Christopher finally got his wife where he wanted her.
In bed, open and vulnerable to his probing nose and tongue.
He'd fuck her. Soon. He just couldn’t get enough of her scent and taste or her little moans that turned into breathless cries and wild grinds when she came.
He barely allowed her to get her bearings before he licked her again, spearing his tongue in her drenched pussy.
Leisurely dragging it over her swollen clit.
Blowing on her tender flesh and sniffing her, completely drugged and overwhelmed by her.
She groaned again, rolled against his tongue, and tugged his hair. Her thighs trembled. He sucked her clit, careful with his teeth, and slid two fingers into her cunt, curling them inside her.
“Christopher!” she screamed, arching her back, her cries rising, her pussy sopping. “Stop, stop. Please, I can’t take anymore,” she said between gasps.
Pulling his mouth away and his fingers out of her, he slid next to her and took her into his arms, kissing her deeply, filling her recesses with her taste and tweaking one of her hard nipples.
“You taste your pussy, baby?” he murmured, between kisses.
“Yes,” she breathed, caressing his jaw, following his lead.
Not moving his mouth from hers, he rolled onto her and sank into her. “Your pussy so fucking good,” he groaned harshly.
Clinging to him, she wrapped her legs around his waist, licking the pulse point at his neck, tilting her hips and meeting each of his hard thrusts.
She sank her teeth into his neck and her nails into his back.
He shivered. “I’m not gonna last much longer, baby.”
“Come deep in me,” she mewled.
“Fuuuuuccccckkkkk,” he yelled, pouring into her and feeling as if he left his soul inside of her.
Breathing heavily, he fell to her side and settled her into the crook of his arm, kissing the top of her damp head.
“I love you, Megan. So fuckin’ much.”
She kissed his chest, right near his heart. “I love you more, Christopher. Always and forever.”
He pursed his lips. “You sound like a lil’ motherfucker just havin’ his voice change.”
Giggling, she thumped his shoulder. “Whose fault is that?”
He snickered and kissed her again.
“We need to shower and get back on the road.”
Disappointment assailed him and he regretted not booking the cabin sooner. Now, he had to steal her away for times like this because he’d been a mean assfuck.
He sighed. “I wish we could spend the night.”
“Me, too. But we can’t. We’ll celebrate us soon, though.”
A beat of silence and then, “I got you a present,” he said carefully, tightening his hold on her.
“You don’t want to give it to me at the cabin? That’s when we’re celebrating our church wedding.”
“I regret—”
She placed her finger over his mouth. “Look ahead, remember? Not backwards.”
“That day so fuckin’ important to you.”
“It is, but so’s our original wedding day and anniversary. We celebrate that every year.”
“Megan, I celebrate you every day of every year. I celebrate your beauty, love, and respect.” He glanced away.
“When you left me…that was the worst fuckin’…
just fuckin’ kill me if I do something that make you want to walk away.
I thought about all the shit I put you through over the years, startin’ with tellin’ you to fuck me if you wanted to stay at the club.
I made you give up your body for something I coulda and shoulda done cuz you needed me.
I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I ain’t too sure how you fell in love with me because I was such a motherfucker. ”
Lifting up on her elbow, Megan smiled. “You still are, my love,” she said, leaning over to kiss him. “It’s one of the reasons I love you. But you make it sound as if you forced me to have sex with you.”
“In a way I did.”
“It was the only way you could justify sleeping with me. I was too young for you and, yet, you wanted me. You didn’t turn me into a prostitute and you didn’t force me,” she repeated fiercely.
“You think if you’d turned me down, I would’ve been a good motherfucker and let you stay?”
“Maybe you would’ve found a room for me, but I doubt that.
You had so many reasons to stay away from me.
A lot of them valid. However, you have to stop reducing me to a brainless idiot.
I was old enough to make my own decisions.
Just as I decided to go with Kendall that day, I chose to make love to you. I was eighteen. A grown woman.”
He frowned, thinking of Rebel.
“We have three years before she’s grown, Christopher,” Megan said softly, knowing him so fucking well.
“The idea of her with any motherfucker killin’ me, but especially one five, ten, fifteen years older than her. I can do without this fuckin’ type of karma.”
“I don’t think you can imagine Rebel with someone her own age.”
“When did you fall in love with me? I think you ended up with me cuz you was carryin’ CJ and you ain’t had nowhere else to go.”
“Your relationship to Johnnie is showing,” she said with a little sniff.
Christopher stiffened. Not only because she compared him to that motherfucker but because of that motherfucker and what they’d once shared. “What the fuck you mean by that flamin’ fuckin’ insult?”
“That I’ve told you a hundred times I was fascinated by you the moment we met and fell in love with you the day you took me to Long Beach and hugged Patricia.
I knew then that I’d love you forever. And I had choices, Christopher.
I could’ve left or stayed at that motel since you were paying for it and sending me money. Or I could’ve gone with Johnnie.”
He glowered at her. “Do you got to keep bringin’ that motherfucker up?”
“I’m not doing it to make you jealous. I want you to stop doubting yourself because of me.
You are a god. Others may see that as hyperbole, but to me?
You’re my hero. My god. My everything. That eighteen-year-old girl who gave herself to you was never so lucky that such a sexy, experienced man wanted her. I love you so much.”
“You acted like you ain’t wanted to leave with me today.”
“One, you still have Torie’s bike.”
Horror washed through him and his gaze flew to hers. “I ain’t had a chance to get rid of it and you rode with me on Valentine’s.”
“I rode with you today as well, Christopher.”
“That’s one of my favorite bikes,” he told her. “The other one ordered—”
She huffed. “Keep the stupid bike. The other reason is because our children need me, too. Jo, Gunner, Rebel. I thought you’d go to the club after you left Kendall’s office, especially given all she told you.”
“I need you, too,” he grouched.
“And I wouldn’t change this day for anything, but just because I’m being their mother doesn’t mean I’m not your wife. We’re grown people. They are kids. They need me,” she said gently. “I can’t be a good mother if you take me away from them.”
“I’m so fuckin’—”
“Christopher Caldwell, stop. We’ve made up. Stop worrying about me. I’m fine. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Let’s move past this.”
“This morning triggertized me,” he said, using Axel’s term.
She giggled again. “Axel seems to have an admirer.”
Christopher puffed out his chest. “He a bad lil’ motherfucker, baby.”
“He’s a little sweet pea,” she agreed.
Sliding to the edge of the bed and standing, Christopher walked to his cut and fisted the blue diamond, since he’d made modifications to the red diamond and it wouldn’t be ready until the day before they left for the cabin.
“Come here, Megan.”
She scrambled out of bed and hurried to him. Before he said a word, she hugged him. “I will cherish this day forever. Thank you for this anniversary present.”
He held her close. “Happy anniversary, baby. Two days late.”
“I wasn’t going to bring it up,” she told him, her head against his chest, her arms tight around him.
“You fuckin’ didn’t.”
“There was so much going on Sunday. I’ve focused on our time in the cabin.”
He stepped back and gazed into her eyes before he dropped to one knee.
“Megan, baby, ain’t no other woman in the world for me. You my light, my air, my sun, and my moon. I love you so fuckin’ much. Sweet Angel. Hell Goddess. I ain’t givin’ a good fuck. You the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m so fuckin’ thankful for you.”
He opened his hand. The big blue diamond sat amid smaller white diamonds on a platinum band. The ring gleamed and sparkled.
Hands flying to her mouth, she gasped. “Christopher.”
Taking her hand, he slipped the ring on her middle finger. Even if she’d agreed, which he knew she wouldn’t, he didn’t want to remove her wedding set.
She launched herself into his arms and he laughed, holding her close and more in love with her than ever.