Chapter Thirty-Two – Christopher
Sitting on the sofa in his bedroom, Christopher tipped his bottle of tequila back. He probably should’ve gone to see Jo, since he hadn’t visited her in days. Or he should’ve been at the club, talking to Skip or any of the motherfuckers who’d once been his ally but were now on Johnnie’s side.
Or he should’ve been preparing for Church, postponed until tomorrow night because he’d thought by then Kendall would’ve had her fucking meeting with Bash, appeased her curiosity, and allowed Christopher to glimpse that motherfucker’s true motives.
But he couldn’t move. And it wasn’t because of what he’d endured Monday at the hands of Roxanne and Axel. Yeah, he was still sore as a motherfucker from that broom. Other than missing hair, he was none the worse for wear from Axel.
Yesterday, Huck, Pike, Bishop, and Kaia painted over the graffiti and deep cleaned the room.
Megan had always wanted windows or a balcony, but Christopher never thought it safe enough for her.
Shit happened. If the club grounds were ever breached again, he didn’t want motherfuckers having easy access to Megan in this bedroom.
Axel’s fuckery had him rethinking his position. Luckily, the chemicals did the job and alleviated the horrific stench.
Christopher returned to the bedroom last night and hadn’t left since he’d come in after eating a sandwich. He could barely fucking breathe because he hadn’t heard his wife’s voice since Sunday.
He didn’t know if the kids had gone to school today. He thought they had, but he just hadn’t had the energy to check or to care. Megan always made sure the kids were up, dressed, and out of there in time to get to Ridge Moore before first bell. She did so much, and he’d said she was a bad ma.
Shame poured into him. Another reason he hadn’t punished Axel was because Christopher knew he deserved what his boy handed out.
If only she’d call him. Even if it was to ream his ass out, he’d know she still cared. She could be Hell Goddess, if she wanted to. Lucinda. Medusa. Maleficent. Fuck, anything, as long as she loved him.
He covered his face with his hands and heaved in a breath. The sound of an opening door annoyed him. One of the boys. Yeah, they’d probably stayed home from school since he hadn’t told them to go.
They needed Megan just like he did. He missed her.
And… “Megan, baby, I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you more, Christopher.”
Her soft, sweet voice washed over him, so real he could almost smell her cherry blossom scent. He shuddered.
“I miss you so much,” he said, his face still covered. “Come home.”
“I’m here,” she said. “Right in front of you. Move your hands away.”
Christopher froze. Afraid to breathe. Afraid to follow her instructions and realize he was hallucinating. If he discovered he was still alone, he’d break down.
Her fingers gripped his wrists and he shivered. “Look at me, my love.” She tugged his hands down, but he squeezed his eyes tighter, determined to keep them closed and not discover Megan wasn’t there. “Open your eyes, Christopher,” she coaxed, brushing her lips across his.
He drew in another breath and popped one eye opened, meeting her gentle gaze, her too blue eyes the most beautiful he’d ever seen.
She caressed his jaw. “Hey,” she whispered.
“Megan, you here.” He wrapped her in his arms, inhaling her scent, burying his nose in her neck. Tangled his fingers through her hair, allowing the strands to flow through his fingers like golden silk. “I missed you so fuckin’ much.”
“I missed you, too.”
He took her face between his hands and slanted his mouth over hers, relieved when she opened to him, met his tongue with hers, teasing and tangling.
Her fingers teased the nape of his neck, but she didn’t stop kissing him. Didn’t move her mouth away from his, didn’t care that the kiss was wild and untamed, uncoordinated and raw.
He tore his mouth away, hating to leave her, wanting to fuck her as much as he wanted to love her. As much as he wanted to talk to her.
“I got so fuckin’ much to tell you,” he said, kissing her again. “I want to take you to a cabin for our anniversary. It’s goin’ to be late and after it’s already passed, but—”
She covered her lips with a finger. “Shhh. I don’t mind that it’s late. What’s important is you and I celebrating together. Just the two of us.”
She started to slide off his lap. He wrapped his arms around, afraid if she moved away, she’d keep walking.
She kissed him again. “I’m just standing to grab your hand so we can go to the bed.”
He nodded, breathed in deep. Nodded a second time, afraid to let her go. Uncertain.
“Christopher.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, the dress she wore riding up. She wasn’t bare underneath, but her pussy still nestled his hard cock. “I don’t intend to leave again.”
She knew him so fucking well.
Resting his hand on her back, he breathed in her scent, a balm to his turmoil. “You ain’t intended to leave before.”
“I didn’t,” she agreed.
“That mean you might leave me again.”
“If our marriage gets to the point where it was, yes. And the next time, I won’t come back. I’m not spending my life going back and forth.”
“Megan—”
She lifted herself, kissed him again, then tipped her head back and met his gaze.
“Keep your hands to yourself and be honest with me. That’s all I ask of you.
Don’t stop being you or Outlaw. Don’t lose your swagger that I love so much.
Just remember me and what I mean to you. Stop taking me for granted.”
“Okay, Megan,” he said quietly. “I understand.”
Smiling tenderly, she thumbed his lips. “You make me so mad, especially when you play your games to get your way. But in all those times, you never disregarded me or disrespected me the way you have been since Jo was born. Don’t do it again.
” She lowered her lashes, suddenly so very sad.
“I don’t think I’ll ever regain the respect of Digger or… or…Thumper.”
Christopher snapped his brows together. “Thumper? What the fuck that mean? What the fuck Thumper did?”
“We can talk about him later. Right now, I want to be in your arms. I’ve missed you so much.”
Anger roared through Christopher’s veins. He’d already shot two fuckheads because of their comments about Megan. He was ready to shoot every motherfucker who’d disrespected her. Unfortunately, he’d lost Axel’s list.
“Megan—”
She silenced him with a kiss. As much as he wanted to know what the fuck she meant, her touch was more important.
He’d find out why Thumper would die another time, when he satisfied his need for her.
He could never fucking get enough of Megan, but days without her touch, her scent, her warmth, her…
fuck, everything had left him not only emotionally drained but woefully deprived of her sweet cunt.
She slid off his lap before he could stop her. Though he reached for her again, she backed out of his reach, depriving him of her warmth. Was she about to leave him again?
“Megan—”
Smiling tenderly, she came back to him. She must’ve realized what he needed. She always did.
“It’s all right,” she whispered, settling on her knees and lacing her fingers with his. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”
Using her free hand, she unbuckled his pants and pulled out his aching cock.
As soon as she freed his erection, Megan wrapped her lips around the tip.
He groaned as she licked his dickhole, his hands tangling in her golden hair.
On another day, he would’ve fucked her mouth with abandon, but after everything, he let her set the pace.
However, he couldn’t hold back and not take a little control, burying himself down her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, gulping him, taking him, sucking him, saliva dribbling down her chin.
“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting his hips into the wet warmth of her mouth.
The blowjob was fucking sloppy, her slurpy sounds and his grunts straight out of a porno. She enjoyed sucking his cock as much as he enjoyed her sucking him. It had always been like this between them.
With each thrust down her throat, each little gag, a muffled whimper escaped her. One of her hands wrapped around the base of his cock and the other fondled his balls.
“Play with your cunt, Megan,” he ordered. “I know your pussy so fuckin’ wet for me.”
Her hand moved away from his girth. “Slide your fingers in and out of your hole.”
She groaned, shivered, following his instructions, his dick down her throat.
He glanced down at her, finding her mouth stretched around him, staring at him with lidded eyes. “You like sucking cock, baby?” he crooned, running his fingers through her hair again.
She pulled back enough to speak. “Only yours,” she purred, before slurping him in again.
Satisfaction roared through him. He was her one and only, something he feared had changed when she walked out on him and refused to come home.
No matter what, he’d always be the motherfucker who taught her about sex, but that wouldn’t stop him from dismembering any assfuck who had the gall to touch what was his.
His cock throbbed as his orgasm neared. He felt her smile around him, and when she snaked a hand under his dick to play with his balls, he came undone, roaring in pleasure and holding her head in place, fucking her mouth like a madman.
Cum exploded from him and slid down her throat.
She swallowed every drop. Only when he stopped coming did she stop sucking.
He pulled out of her mouth, relishing her watery blue eyes and swollen pink lips, glistening with his seed.
Reaching out, he thumbed her bottom lip, smearing his jizz. “You so fuckin’ perfect, Megan,” he praised, pulling her back onto his lap. “I missed you so motherfuckin’ much, baby. I’m never fuckin’ over you again.”
She pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “I don’t want you to be perfect, Christopher. I only want your love and respect. Your fairness and consideration.”