Chapter 38 – Christopher #4
Turning, she scooted back, lifted herself up, then slid down on his cock, taking him deep and groaning, resting her back against his chest. She felt small and fragile.
Delicate. He leaned against the mountain of pillows, pulling her back.
She laid her head on his chest, lifted her legs and widened her thighs.
“Fuck, baby,” Christopher panted, wrapping his arms around her legs. “Rub your clit.”
She moaned, turned her head into his neck, and licked the pulse point. He jerked, his cock throbbing, sensitive to her every move, to the feel of her, and her clamping pussy walls, squeezing his cock.
She rubbed faster, her breath hitching, her cunt wet and hot around him.
“Christopher,” she screamed, coming harder, drenching his cock and balls, drawing his cum from him.
He released her and fell back against the pillows, breathing heavily.
She slid to his side. Automatically, he wrapped arm around her and pulled her into the crook.
“I got champagne,” he told her after a moment.
“What are we celebrating?”
“Us. Rebel. Life.”
He waited for her to decide.
“Okay,” she said, and he kissed the top of her head, appreciating her and her strength that carried him and their family.
He didn’t move for long moments, content to hold her close.
“Talk to me, Christopher. What’s on your mind?”
“A lot, baby.”
“Tell me, love. I’m your calm in any storm. Your refuge.”
Always.
“Just as you’re mine.”
“The most pressin’ thing is gonna shock the fuck out of you.”
Megan groaned. “What did Johnnie do this time?”
“It ain’t about him.” Not fucking really. “It’s about Kendall and Mortician,” he said, and dived into the details after getting their champagne. “I talked to Mort. Kendall needs somebody, too. I ain’t seen her since CJ found her.”
“Johnnie is such an idiot.” Megan took a delicate sip of champagne whereas Christopher’s second gulp drained his glass. “And Bailey…” Another small sip. “I won’t even get into my issues with that witch. How dare she hurt Mortician like that! I can’t wait until she’s better so he can divorce her.”
Christopher poured himself more champagne, visions of Johnnie’s death dancing in his head. “Maybe, one day Kendall and Mort can live happily-ever-after.”
“You know it isn’t that simple, Christopher. Not with their kids involved.” Especially Rory. Megan took such a dainty sip, it must’ve just wet her lips. She couldn’t have even tasted the alcohol. “I’ll talk to her the first thing tomorrow and let you know where her head is at.”
Tipping her head back, Christopher licked her lips. “Thank you, baby.”
She smiled. “I have something to talk to you about.”
“What?” he asked, trying to slow down his drinking, so he wouldn’t take all the champagne for himself. “I’m listenin’.”
“It’s about your pickup trucks.”
He didn’t use Megan’s Valentine’s Day present as much as he should’ve. She’d dropped a lot of bills on the customized truck, but his pickup wasn’t that old. Besides, he just hated to taint anything Megan touched with the darker side of his life. “What about them?”
“Which one do you prefer?”
He gulped his champagne. “Why?” he asked carefully.
“I was thinking we could give CJ your old one. I think you like that one, though. So, we can sell the one I gave you and use the money to buy CJ—”
“Ain’t you just told me to get the lil’ motherfucker a bike, Megan?”
“As much as I’m excited for him to have a motorcycle—” If she was excited, he was a fucking mouse. Her look and tone said otherwise. “I think if we tell him he has some months to design his biker, he’ll be more accepting of the pickup.”
“I’m still not followin’ you. The lil’ motherfucker don’t have no fuckin’ job. How the fuck he gettin’ a pickup and a fuckin’ bike?”
“Sell the pickup to pay for the Harley, but right now, if he gets a bike it might be one more push for him to leave school early.”
“Fine, Megan,” Christopher huffed, knowing he wouldn’t win that argument, even though CJ promised he’d see school through to graduation. “Do it matter which truck I give him?” he asked sourly.
“I’d prefer he have the older one. You know? The less valuable one? The one that wasn’t a gift from me to you?”
“You sure this not your way of gettin’ me to use that motherfucker?”
“Keep the stupid trucks, Christopher.” Megan drained her glass and set it on the floor next to the love pallet, then laid back against the pillows. “I’ll buy CJ a vehicle of some kind. I’ll ask Diesel to make the deal.”
Christopher gnashed his teeth together. Once he set his flute next to the bottle, he laid back and pulled her into his arms.
Anger flushed her skin and warmed her body.
He nuzzled her neck. “I still transport illegal shit in my pickup sometimes, baby,” he whispered.
“The truck you gave me untouched by all that. How about I give him the keys to the new pickup and tell him it’s ours?
Ima tell him sometimes I gotta use it to take his beautiful ma out. Okay, baby?”
She held herself stiff a moment longer, then relented and turned to him. “Okay, Christopher. He needs something of his own. He’s in my Lexus more than I am.”
She was right.
Grabbing his shoulder, she pulled him toward her. “I think we’ve done enough talking for the time being. Don’t you?”
He grinned. “Fuck, yeah,” he told her and met her sweet mouth with his own.