Chapter 21 – Meggie
Thanks to the sedative and painkiller, Rebel slept peacefully through the night, although Jo awakened Meggie twice for a bottle feed and diaper change. Seeing her baby thriving comforted Meggie and she couldn’t wait until a week from today, when Jo was finally discharged.
Zephyr and Pike escorted Meggie home. When she turned onto club grounds, it disappointed her to see Christopher’s bike already parked in his designated spot. She was hoping he hadn’t left the house yet, so she’d find refuge in his arms.
It had been a long weekend, one that she still hadn’t quite recovered from, even though Rebel would be fine. Medicine had taken care of the mild internal bleeding, but she’d need a lot of rest.
Arriving home, the silence of the house surprised her. The boys hadn’t gone to school. They wanted to be there to greet their sister with everyone else.
As she headed to the kitchen, she dug in her purse and fished out her cellphone to text CJ. She halted just inside the kitchen door.
Where are you, son?
He didn’t waste time responding.
CJ: Hey, Mom. We’re at Aunt Bunny’s for breakfast. She was running late and invited us over. Is everything okay?
Meggie: Fine, son. I love you.
CJ: How are Rebel and Jo?
Meggie: They’re both good.
CJ:
Smiling, Meggie locked her screen, set her phone and purse on the counter, then poured herself a glass of juice. She wanted to wash the grime of the hospital off and change into clothes she wore to clean.
Before she remembered her and Christopher’s bedroom was no longer on the third floor, she was halfway up the back staircase.
She needed familiarity right now, so she stayed her course.
When she walked into the suite, she couldn’t help the sadness overtaking her.
She and Christopher had shared very special times in there.
Though the décor and layout changed several times in the past, this had been her refuge for fifteen years.
Amid more changes than she cared to remember, the bedroom was the one constant.
For now, it was still hers, but soon it would be gone forever as part of Christopher’s remodeling. Meggie walked to the sofa and sat, setting her purse next to her. The new room wasn’t big enough for the small dining set or the sofa and coffee table.
Meggie allowed herself a moment to mourn, then boxed all the memories away in a special place in her heart and headed to her beautiful bathroom with the big Jacuzzi tub and the nearby sofa, there for Christopher to enjoy the show as he saw fit or make love to her after she finished her bath.
The fireplace at the foot of the tub had kept her warm and cozied up the huge room.
Her vanity and cabinets were empty now. Another task on her to-do list was scaling down her products and keeping only the necessities since their new bathroom was much smaller.
That was okay. Everything would be fine.
Rebel was healing. Jo was coming home and…
Meggie swallowed, reliving the moment the doctor said Jo needed heart surgery.
The minute she found out CJ had overdosed and wasn’t breathing.
The sight of Rebel floating in the water.
The icepick in Rule’s hand, descending toward her chest.
The happiness and contentment she’d felt just two days ago before another near tragedy turned her world upside down.
Rebel telling her that she wanted to have sex with Diesel. When Rebel and Christopher first clashed over Diesel, he’d been living at the condo with Tabitha. Once he moved back, Meggie and Christopher decided it was easier to watch Diesel and keep him and Rebel apart if he was close.
Belatedly, she realized she hoped he’d show loyalty to Christopher, if not to her, and stay in line.
Tipping her head back, Meggie pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t cry. There’d been enough tears and hospital stays and near misses to last a lifetime. She wanted simplicity again. As simple as their lives could be, at least.
Just as some of her best moments had taken place in the suite, so too had some of her worst, including the pain of her and Christopher growing apart.
Maybe new construction would herald a new beginning. She’d hold onto that thought and ignore her poignancy, the comfort of familiarity.
She walked to the standalone shower and started the water, so it would warm up, then peeled off her clothes and pinned her hair up. She’d wash it once she finished cleaning. This shower would be quick, meant to refresh her.
The water felt good sluicing over her body and she regretted not cleaning first, so she could enjoy her shower more. It was washing away the yuckiness of the past two days, her tears and weariness.
Hands settled on her shoulders and she jumped, releasing a frightened cry.
“It’s just me, baby,” Christopher whispered, nuzzling her neck.
She turned and laid her head against his chest, allowing her heart to settle down. “I didn’t hear you come in,” she said, her arms going around him, his hard cock pressing against her belly.
He removed the pins from her hair. She didn’t stop him, even though she’d have to deal with it once she got out. Christopher liked it loose.
He lifted her in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, tipping her head back as his mouth descended to hers.
“You been cryin’, Megan.”
It wasn’t a question, but Meggie had one of her own. “I have?”
“I taste the salt of tears,” he told her.
“I didn’t realize it,” she said truthfully, leaning her head on his shoulder, comforted by him. His presence. His strength.
He set her on her feet, grabbed her body wash, and poured some into his big hands. He sniffed, a practice he’d adopted after Axel added hair remover as part of his plan to avenge Meggie.
She giggled.
Christopher gave her a sheepish smile and kneeled in front of her. “That lil’ motherfucker traumatized me, baby.”
“He traumatized Diesel, CJ, and Kaia, too.”
“That list much fuckin’ longer than that,” he grumbled, spreading his hands over her belly and upward to her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples.
Pleasure shot through her and Meggie groaned.
“Cry if you gotta,” he murmured, meeting her gaze, his hands moving to her back. “I’m here to dry them up. To listen to your pain and your fear. To find a way to take it from you and absorb it myself.”
“I was so scared, Christopher,” she told him, blinking, the water beating down on her back and plastering her hair to her skin. “I thought I’d lost my baby.” Again.
“Again,” Christopher said as if he read her mind.
“Yes,” she croaked. “Again.”
“Whatcha need from me? Here and now? Tell me.”
“A hug?” she asked around a sniffle, unsure.
He smiled and caressed her cheek, then pulled her into his embrace. She hugged him tightly, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to force that happiness and safety back.
“I was scared too, Megan,” he said. “I love my children, but I ain’t their ma.
I ain’t you. I didn’t carry them inside me and protect them for months.
You got the type of bond, I’m never havin’ with them, even if those lil’ motherfuckers don’t appreciate it.
I do. I appreciate what a fierce ma you are.
How you protect them and fight for them. ”
She thought about Rule, hundreds of miles away because she hadn’t protected him.
“I appreciate all the time you give them, even when I act like one of them and demand you pay attention to me, too.”
Straightening, she looked at her husband and thumbed his lips. “It doesn’t mean I don’t adore you, Christopher.”
“I know, baby. I just…” He swallowed. “I just love you so fuckin’ much. I can’t even find the right words to express it to make you understand.”
“You show me. Every day. A woman couldn’t ask for a better husband than you. I’m so grateful to you and for you.”
He nodded, stood, and grunted. “My fuckin’ knees ain’t able to take that hard fucking marble one more fuckin’ minute.”
She laughed and laid her hands against his chest. “Make love to me,” she whispered.
He turned her toward the showerhead, allowing the water to wash off the soap.
Once he cut the water, he opened the shower door and guided her to the sofa.
He was too tall to lay comfortably, even on top of her, so he sat and pulled her onto his lap, spreading her pussy lips and massage her clit, readying her for his invasion.
He slipped a finger inside her, mimicking cock movements with the in-and-out friction.
“I wanna fuck this pussy,” he murmured between kisses, still finger fucking her. “I want my cock deep in you.”
“I want you deep inside of me, too,” she breathed, grinding her hips.
“Turn,” he told her.
Frantic to come, she complied, impaling herself on his long, thick cock and spreading her legs. He wrapped an arm around her waist, bouncing her up and down. Laying her head against his chest, she lifted her arm and buried it in his hair. She couldn’t wait for it to grow back fully.
Cool air brushed over her nipples, her reverse cowgirl position exposing them to the AC vent overhead. He chinned her hair aside and bit her earlobe.
Meggie cried out, on the verge, quickening her movements, her clit pulsing, his cock throbbing inside her.
“Use one hand to rub my nuts and the other to play with your pussy. I’ll fuck you.”
“What?” she gasped, barely processing his words.
When he repeated them, his order finally registered and she complied.
Gripping her waist and holding her in place, Christopher powered his cock into her, hard, fast, and deep, stealing her thoughts. Her fingers stroked her clit, his balls rubbing against the palm of her hand with each stroke into her.
Her screams rose around them, echoing in the bathroom. She squeezed her pussy muscles, choking his hammering dick. She lost sense of self, awareness, everything except her husband inside of her, exploding, flooding him with her juices.
“Fuuuuccccckkkkkk,” he yelled, fucking his cum into her, tightening his hold on her.
Breathing heavily, they relaxed, him against the sofa and her against him.
A few minutes later, he kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Megan. I know I say it all the time, but I don’t ever get tired of lettin’ you hear those words.”
“I love you, too.” She never tired of expressing her feelings to him or hearing his. “I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
The moment those words left her mouth, foreboding hit her.
Meggie kept it to herself.