Chapter 3 – Christopher
Wrapping his arms around her thighs to better anchor her on his mouth, Christopher licked Megan’s slit.
Sliding up and down, she moved against his tongue, her breath coming out in short pants, her pussy hot and juicy.
Delicious. He grunted in pleasure, her scent and taste energizing his entire body.
His cock ached with need and his balls throbbed.
He didn’t care. He’d suffer for the rest of his fucking days to feast on Megan’s cunt. His salvation. His Promised Land.
Burying her hands in his hair, she stopped her frantic movements, settled her pussy on his lips and rolled her hips, her thighs cradling his face.
“Oh god,” she cried, flooding his mouth with her juices. He sucked her clit. She trembled and groaned. “God, god, god.”
He nibbled her sweet pussy through her orgasm, vowing to pleasure her for hours tonight.
He was like a starving man, never able to sate himself of her taste and scent.
Pulling her away from his disappointed tongue, he sat her next to him on the bed, then urged her head on the pillow before rolling onto her.
She drew her knees up and parted her thighs.
He sank his tongue into her mouth at the same time he sank his dick into her cunt.
Her pussy squeezed around him. Their tongues twined together in wild mating.
She tilted her hips, grinding her pussy, fucking him ruthlessly.
Her nails trailed down his back and he shivered in pleasure.
Instead of allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck, he trapped them above her head, sinking balls deep into her and then pulling out to his tip, lost in the unexpected intensity of their fucking.
Slipping his other hand between them, he brushed his fingers over her clit in light, fluttery touches. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed, her orgasm drawing out his. Cum exploded from him. He groaned at the release of pressure in his nuts and shook, breathing heavily.
He allowed a moment to pass. Because, fuck, he needed that to find his fucking brain. She’d fucked him senseless.
He rolled off her and pulled her into his arms, tipped her chin up and kissed her, hypnotized by her passion-glazed blue eyes and the flush on her beautiful fucking skin. He tangled his fingers in her damp hair and kissed her again.
“Beautiful girl,” he murmured.
She nuzzled against him. “Beautiful man.”
“I love you, Megan.”
“I love you more, Christopher.”
Unable to get enough of her, he kissed her yet again. His ringing cell phone intruded on the silence. From where the sound traveled, his phone was under the bed.
He didn’t want club business to intrude on their moment.
Already, he’d interrupted his day for an unexpected phone meeting with Lance Hart, the motherfucker giving the Dwellers the deal meant for the Scorpions.
Christopher and Hart planned to meet next week to finalize plans.
Enough said. They didn’t need to talk again for now.
The phone started ringing again. Fuck, let the motherfucker ring. When he realized Megan had returned, he’d come into their new bedroom to ask what she thought of it. One kiss led to their clothes flying in all directions and Megan riding his mouth.
She rubbed her soft cheek against his chest.
“We can stay in bed ‘til CJ’s fair,” Christopher suggested, kissing the top of her head.
“We can’t.” Her disappointment pleased him. “Axel, Ryder, and Ransom are at school, helping CJ set up, Gunner is on a playdate with Cove and Blade, and Rebel and Jana are shopping. They don’t know we moved out of our room today.”
They hadn’t planned on moving, but with all the kids away from the house, Christopher thought it was the perfect time.
While Megan used his pickup to go to the hospital to visit Jo, he called his brothers to help him move the furniture.
He wasn’t sure where the fuck Diesel was.
Probably somewhere torturing Easton, so they both missed all the work.
The new bedroom wasn’t large enough for the small dining table, the chairs, or the sofa.
They no longer had two separate closets, so Christopher selected a room across the hall for their clothes.
The bathroom wasn’t that big either. However, it was the only ensuite on this side of the house and the result would be worth every inconvenience.
Construction on the fourth floor wouldn’t begin for another ten days, after him and Megan returned from the cabin. On the same day Jo was due to be released. To stay on schedule, they had to get the ball rolling. Thus, today’s move.
“You like the new room, baby?”
“I love it,” she swore, a hint of sadness in her tone.
“It’s a lot smaller with very limited closet space and a lil’ ass bathroom,” He said, fishing for her true feelings. He wasn’t sure if she was being his Sweet Angel and adapting, or if she was Hell Goddess, with her boundaries and don’t-give-a-good-fuck attitude. “It has a lil’ ass bathroom, too.”
“We’ll make it work,” she promised, kissing his chest and sitting up, her golden hair fluttering around her as she scooted to the edge of the bed. “Wait until you see everything I bought for Gunner and Jo’s nursery.”
Christopher sat up too. “You went shopping?”
Gliding her fingers through her hair, she glanced over her shoulder, grinned, and nodded. “I visited Jo first. I knew what I wanted, so it didn’t take long for me to make the purchases.”
Christopher snickered. “Even if you ain’t know what the fuck you wanted, you can drop fifty bands in ten fuckin’ minutes.”
She stood, turned, and hugged him. “That’s a testament to how much you spoil me.”
Never able to get enough of her, he kissed her again and pulled her onto his lap. “I fuckin’ live to spoil you.”
“I live for you,” she said, caressing his jaw, her look of adoration humbling as always.
She slid off his lap and grabbed his hand, hers slender and delicate. She proudly wore her diamond wedding set and the new blue diamond ring he’d recently gifted her with. Her nails weren’t the length of a vixen’s, but the hot pink color on her fingers and toes was sexy.
“Let’s go to the nursery, so I can show you everything. I have color samples for the shades of paint I’m considering.”
She sounded so thrilled, he refused to burst her bubble by telling her he trusted her choices. Besides, she was fucking naked. Her red nipples, enticing curves, and blonde pussy bush always commanded his attention. He’d follow her to the ends of earth any day but naked and fucked-flushed?
He’d jump into a burning pit if she commanded him.
She opened the connecting door and stepped into the empty room that would become Jo and Gunner’s nursery. Originally, the nursery was going to be across the hall, but he knew his woman preferred them close in the connecting room, meaning they had even less closet space for his and Megan’s clothes.
“I’ve ordered a woodland mural for this wall,” she started, her hair flirting with her ass cheeks.
Pursing his lips, Christopher forced himself to pay attention and not grab her, carry her back to the bedroom, and fuck her again.
She knew how much he loved her hair. Each time she touched it or made it move, she enticed him, and he wanted more of her. Right now, he needed her, too. So fucking much. He had such a fucked up feeling in his gut.
By snatching Bash’s deal, Christopher played with fire. No matter his altruistic—kind of—motives. He wouldn’t lie and say the amount of money involved didn’t entice him.
It would fund his desire to relocate to McKay and build a hospital there for Rule so Megan didn’t fly to LA every few weeks.
It would change Val’s life because Christopher intended to see that he receive a significant cut.
And it would remind Megan he was the provider and would always take care of her.
Howfuckinever, the flagrant disrespect and thievery would be hard for Bash to ignore if he got wind of it before Christopher started making money and sending a portion to him.
If the situation was reversed, Christopher would automatically declare war.
But he wasn’t a motherfucking addict and he didn’t have a fuckhead named Cleaner in his ear, misguiding him at every fucking turn.
As back as Christopher’s feeling was about that deal, something else bothered him, too.
He just couldn’t figure out what. It was almost the same unease he’d felt before he discovered CJ’s overdose.
Except that couldn’t be it. All his kids were accounted for and closely monitored in every scenario.
No, this had to do with his act of rebellion, which annoyed the fuck out of him.
Second-guessing and explanations had never been his thing.
Once he committed to something, he was all in and dealt with the consequences accordingly.
“Christopher?”
He blinked and Megan’s face came back into focus.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, baby.” He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled tenderly. “Just club shit.”
Her brows snapped together.
“Nothin’ to do with our boys,” he swore. “Just shit I gotta do.”
“U-umkay.”
Shoving everything else aside so he wouldn’t unduly worry her, he redirected the conversation to the matter-at-hand and the reason they weren’t fucking again. “Tell me about whatcha doin’ in here.”
Hesitation crossed her gorgeous face.
“I’m listenin’. I swear.”
“O-okay.” She sounded hesitant but she pointed to the wall on the other side of the room, then mapped an area with her feet.
“This is where the rug will be, along with a small table and two chairs. On that wall—” She nodded to the wall near the door that led to the hallway— “This is an interior room, so I’ve ordered a mural with a window, blue skies, and rainbows.
Same for the wall behind you. That’s where Jo’s bed will be. ”
Determined to stay present, Christopher thrust his chin toward the wall by the door. “Gunner’s bed goin’ there?”