Chapter Thirty-Two – Christopher #2
“And you got all that, baby. Always. Since the day we met. For as long as I fuckin’ live. And if my ass fail you again, Ima give you my gun so you could pistol whip me. Or I’ll get a motherfuckin’ bat, if that’s what you prefer. Just don’t leave me again.”
“You’re such a psycho,” she said, a few giggles escaping her.
“Yeah, baby, but I’m your psycho.”
“Forever and always, Christopher,” she swore, pressing her lips against his.
He pulled her back onto his lap and she touched each side of his head, where hair should’ve been. Roxanne had used clippers to clean up what the Nair left behind.
“You been talkin’ to Axel?”
She nodded, amusement lighting her gorgeous eyes and transforming her face in a way Christopher hadn’t seen in months. “If you mess up again, all I have to do is call Axel.”
Christopher snickered. “You right. The lil’ motherfucker fearless.”
“He’s also very smart. He takes after his daddy.”
“The first motherfucker he ran to when he got home was Diesel. That’s who he emulate.”
She wrinkled her nose but nodded. “How is Diesel?”
Not liking the change in her mood, Christopher tensed. “I ain’t seen him in a couple of days.”
“And Jana?” she asked sourly.
“Same with her. If this about Rebel, I still ain’t agreein’ with her and Diesel,” he said, choosing his words very carefully. If those motherfuckers got ahead of him, he said anyfuckinthing. “Diesel not right for her, baby.”
“It isn’t really about Rebel. It’s more about Tabitha and the fact that I told Diesel not to move Jana in until his divorce was finalized.”
“What the fuck you said?”
“When I was in the hospital. I thought I told you I didn’t want her here right now.”
Had she said that? He’d been such a motherfucker, not really listening to her, just mad that she’d almost died again.
“So, Thumper disrespected you and Diesel ignored what the fuck you said to do? Who the fuck else?”
“Leave Diesel alone. It’s done. We’ll deal with Tabitha when the need arises.”
“And Thumper?”
“I don’t really care. As much as you don’t want to hear it, we have to figure out a way for Rebel to accept Jana.”
An idea popped into Christopher’s head, but he quickly dismissed it. He didn’t want to bring up shit better left in the past.
“You have an idea,” Megan said, her eyes touching on every angle of his face. “Tell me.”
“Baby—”
“Tell me,” she coaxed.
“I was thinkin’ maybe we should make Rebel and Jana spend the day together. Go shoppin’.”
In the ensuing silence, he wasn’t sure what went through her mind. He was still vulnerable, his defenses completely down. She didn’t seem to understand just what her leaving did to him.
She took his face between his hands. “Christopher,” she whispered.
“I love you. I. Love. You. Get that through your head. I didn’t leave you because of the essence of who you are.
I left you because of who you were turning into.
I love your mind. I love your charisma. I love your audacity. I love you. Do you understand me?”
“Yeah, baby,” he said, then changed the subject. “So whatcha think of the idea?”
“While it isn’t ideal and the circumstances are completely different, maybe a shopping expedition can be a bonding experience. I think Rebel will give me a lot of push back.”
Christopher touched his forehead to hers. “She still kinda mad at my ass. Let me be the bad motherfucker. I’ll make her go.”
“Your relationship is damaged enough.”
“If she think both of us against her, she might shut down. At least she got you to confide in, Megan.”
“You’re right,” she conceded.
He kissed her and she eagerly kissed him back.
“You got to see Rule?” he asked when they drew apart.
“I did. He is better than he has been in a while. He looks so much healthier.”
“Saner?”
She poked his chest. “Stop it.”
He snickered at her mock outrage. “I love you, Megan. So fuckin’ much.” He wished he had her blue diamond. He’d give it to her right there, but it would be another week before it was ready. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. If only you knew how much. I love our kids. Our life. You. My Christopher. My man. My Outlaw.”
He tucked her against him. “Ima try to get the cabin scheduled before your surgery.”
“I postponed it,” she said softly. “It’s my body, but we’re a team and you and I have made decisions like this together.”
As much as he scorned her because she refused to set a date for her hysterectomy, Christopher felt so relieved by her decision that he couldn’t help his happy laughter. More than that, her words made him truly feel that they were back on track. Partners. A team.
Lovers.
He covered her mouth with his again. The kiss heated up within seconds, and he tasted the remnants of his cum.
Growling into her mouth, he stood. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, clinging to his body as he carried her to the bed.
He wanted to motherfucking worship her gorgeous body, and a cramped space was no place to fucking do that.
He took care setting her in the center of the bed.
Never would he make the goddamn mistake of fucking throwing Megan as he did the night of his outburst. Roxy had been right to beat him.
He only wished Megan had chosen to whoop his motherfucking ass, instead of making him languish alone for nearly a week.
He tore off her lacy panties and hiked up her dress, pausing at her gasp.
“Those were my favorite pair,” she complained without much heat, spreading her legs to give him more access.
“I’ll buy you ten of those motherfuckers,” he swore, before spreading her lower lips to access her clit, before sealing his mouth around it.
His cock twitched with interest at Megan’s sexy moans. She reached for him, and he laced his fingers with hers, wanting to feel as much of her as possible. He gently nibbled on her clit, the sensation making her squirm.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, pulling her dress down to play with the cherry red tips of her tits. “Christopher.”
The way she whined his name made her groan, and he pulled back ever so slightly to speak. “I’m right here, and I’m not going any motherfuckin’ where.”
He blew over her dripping core, smirking when she whimpered, before he dove back in.
He licked along her slit, sampling her flavor.
Releasing her hand, he guided one of her toned legs over his shoulder to have more access to her perfect fucking pussy.
He speared his tongue inside her, withdrew, then repeated, fucking her with the pink appendage.
Her hips bucked against his face; he chuckled at her neediness.
“Christopher!” Megan cried out as she came, her body shaking so beautifully.
Her sweet pussy juice flowed into his mouth. He swallowed down every drop, lapping lazily at her slit until her body stilled.
“You so fuckin’ perfect, Megan,” he praised, capturing her lips.
She parted her lips to grant his tongue access. As he eagerly accepted her invitation, he nudged her leg apart with a knee. Once his hips could settle between her legs, he guided his cock to her entrance and surged forward. They separated, their moans filling the air.
“Faster, Christopher,” she begged, her pussy squeezing rhythmically, gripping his cock so perfectly.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, canting her hips upwards to meet his thrusts
“Wicked little bitch,” he grunted, rolling his hips with more force.
“Big bad biker,” she cooed, continuing to thumb her nipples.
His balls drew taut as another orgasm built. He wanted them to come together, so he wiggled a hand between their sweaty bodies to rub her swollen clit.
When he pinched the throbbing bud, Megan came with a scream, her back arching off the bed and her nails digging into his shoulders. The convulsions of her tight pussy caused Christopher to come undone, filling her cunt. He rutted into her mindlessly, groaning in bliss.
Only once his cock was spent did he still, resting his forehead against Megan’s.
“I love you so fuckin’ much, baby,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers.
“I love you too, Christopher.”
With a parting kiss, he pulled out and rolled off her small frame, gathering her into his arms. After days of coming apart at the seams, his Megan was back, and he finally felt whole again.