Chapter Thirty-Five – Meggie
Nuzzling awakened Meggie. A big, warm body enveloped her. Christopher. Surrounded by his scent, his heat, she pushed against him, her back to his hard, honed front. He nosed her hair, slid his long fingers down her arm, at once calming her and setting her body on fire.
“I love you, Megan,” he whispered against her ear. “So fuckin’ much.”
Without looking at the clock, she knew it was early in the morning. The house was silent and still, the time before everyone’s alarms went off and their day started in earnest.
Shaking the last of her grogginess away, she turned. There was nothing better than being in the crook of his arm, early in the morning, before their day started. Usually, his lovemaking awakened her. Yet, he was hesitant, uncertain. Meggie understood. They’d gone through a lot.
She thumbed his lips. They were inches from hers. The starkness on his face touched her and reminded her why she loved him so much.
“I love you, Christopher. More than life. More than almost anyone.”
“Except the kids, huh, baby?”
She nodded. “I’m their mom. I made the choice to give birth to them. They deserve love and protection. They deserve to have parents who know their location,” she chided gently.
He winced.
Lifting slightly, she brushed her lips over his, then settled her fingers at his nape, missing the silky hair she usually ruffled. She was grateful Christopher hadn’t used Axel’s concoction all over his head. He would be bald.
“I always told you without you I ain’t givin’ a good fuck about nothin’ else, Megan.”
“You didn’t think to ask about Gunner’s whereabouts?”
He shrugged, still her Christopher. Her Outlaw. Unapologetic, even if he’d lost himself for a while.
“Until you said the lil’ motherfucker was with Bunny, I hadn’t thought about him in hours.”
This man! Brilliant in so many ways.
“Christopher, whether I’m here, on the moon, or six feet under, you’re their father—”
He tensed, growled. “Don’t fuckin’ mention you leavin’ me, especially that way.”
She kissed him again, soothing him, calming him. It left her breathless and wanting more. When it ended, he buried his nose in her neck and shuddered.
“I can’t be their father, if I ain’t your husband, baby.
” He lifted his head and took her mouth again, his fingers roaming to her nipple and caressing it to a hard point.
He pulled away, his green eyes blazing with love, possessiveness, and desire.
“That’s fucked up, but it ain’t ever changed.
I tried. To be there for them when you left. I just couldn’t.”
He was a work in progress. One day, he’d understand what she meant. Hopefully. Possibly. She wouldn’t say it was okay, because it wasn’t. But harping on it wouldn’t work.
Done talking, Christopher replaced his fingers with his mouth and sucked her nipple. Fire jolted Meggie and roared straight to her center, wetting her core. She shivered, moving restlessly.
“Eat my pussy,” she ordered. “I want to come on your tongue.”
He raised his wicked gaze to her and snickered. “Wicked lil’ bitch,” he murmured.
“Big bad biker,” she breathed, her clit throbbing with need.
His full lips curved into a heart-stopping grin, promising paradise.
He nipped her other nipple, the flash of pain from the bite morphing into pleasure.
He dragged a finger downward, his tongue following the same path, licking between her breasts, her belly, rimming her navel as he fingered her seam.
Meggie spread her legs, almost changing her mind and demanding Christopher fuck her.
Before she voiced the words, he shouldered her thighs open and sniffed, nosing from the top of her mound to her hot hole.
She tilted her hips, allowing him better access, allowing him to open her ass cheeks and inhale.
He growled in approval and dragged his nose up again, driving her insane.
Her clit swelled.
“So fuckin’ hot and juicy.” His warm breath washed over her. “Hold your cunt lips open, baby.”
Her fingers trembled as she rushed to obey.
“Beautiful lil’ snatch. Fuckin’ perfect.” He swiped his tongue over her clit in a leisurely stroke. “Fuckin’ delicious.” He slid two fingers into her heat, continuing to suckle her, lick her, suck her.
Arching her back, Meggie groaned, rolling against his tongue and fingers, forgetting his order and burying her hands in the hair at the top of his head. She held him in place, fucking his face, screaming, jerking, bathing him in her orgasm.
He rose up, moving with urgency, and she didn’t know what he’d do next, too drunk on their love, too outdone after falling apart.
He tapped his big cock against her lips and she opened her mouth, swallowing him deep, loving his hardness.
He shot down her throat and she drank his cum, reveling in the saltiness of him, his masculine roar curling her toes.
She sucked her husband dry, loving his dick, adoring him, so glad to be home and in his arms. In his bed.
Next to her, he pulled her against him again. Not giving her a chance to catch her breath, he slanted his mouth over hers, grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
“I’m yours, Megan,” he swore. “Always and forever. Now and into eternity. Me. My body. My dick.”
Meggie giggled, fisted his cock head, stroked leisurely. “You know he’s a part of your body?”
His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “A fuckin’ separate part.”
She wouldn’t win the two heads argument, even if she pointed out that he considered the head on his shoulders as a part of his body. His penis was another entity entirely.
“Since I accepted you as mine, I ain’t gave no other woman no part of me,” he said. “Not my cock. Or my tongue. Or my heart. Or my loyalty. It all belong to you. I belong to you.”
“And I belong to you, Christopher. And Outlaw. I’m your wife and his old lady. I love you. All of you. Every second of every hour of every day, I adore you. Don’t ever doubt that. Don’t ever forget that.”
He thought for a moment. “Who you need more? Christopher or Outlaw?”
“Whoever you are at any given time that’s who I need.”
His shoulders heaved and he glanced away, so Meggie stopped stroking him, lifted herself on an elbow and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at her again.
“I met you as Outlaw, Christopher. He was the man I fell in love with first. You hid Christopher from the world.”
“But you found him, baby. You brought him out. You accepted me, both sides. All sides.”
“Put together, they make an incredible whole. My man,” she said. “My Christopher. Can you accept all of me? The new version and the old version?”
“I kinda like the new version,” he admitted. “You still fuckin’ love me and I can kill who the fuck I wanna.” He smiled happily. “You ain’t stoppin’ me and you pointin’ motherfuckers out. Ima get you your own gun. Teach you how to kill if I ain’t available.”
Wondering if he was using reverse psychology on her like she’d used with Rebel, Meggie squinted.
“I still don’t like guns,” she reminded him, testing the waters.
Disappointment stole his excitement.
“You’re serious?” she squeaked.
He frowned. “Hell Goddess love me, too?”
“I, uh, she adores you as much as your Sweet Angel.” A name she liked better. “As much as me.”
“Ain’t nothin’ else matterin’ then, Megan. I ain’t givin’ a good fuck if you shoot half the motherfuckers who fucked with you. It’ll save me the goddamn time anyfuckinway.”
Oh no.
She waited for him to ask, uh…uh…how did she feel about that? Or…or…tell her that he knew his Megan was still in their somewhere.
“I gotta kill Narci, Torrin, Bishop, Potter…” He narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. “Fuck, Ima have to look at those fuckin’ videos afuckingain. Some been erased though. Might kill Stretch for that shit. Definitely killin’ Cash and Digger.”
Meggie sagged in relief. He was proving a point. They’d already discussed Cash’s future—alive.
She laughed. “Okay, I get your point, Christopher. I don’t like guns and I don’t like the killing unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
He scowled. “You see me motherfuckin’ laughin’? Them…those…motherfuckers fucked with you. They dyin’. Ima start wearin’ my cut with the deeper inside pockets, so I can carry more nines. And Ima add a stomach holster. Probably need a special made one with slots for my stomach and my back.”
“How about this? You killed five people yesterday—”
“And two motherfuckers over the weekend.”
“Right. That’s seven men in less than a week. And you beat up…”
“Stomped.”
“You stomped Cash and Digger. Let’s see how effective that is. Going forward, whoever is a problem, I will personally point out and let you shoot.”
His eyes lit up. “For real, baby?” he breathed as if it was his first Christmas where he’d gotten the best present ever.
“Only if you let bygones be bygones for now. Don’t look back. Let’s go forward.”
“So, I can’t kill Johnnie? I was only gonna use five fuckin’ guns on him.”
Gross. “Umkay.” She shook her head. “Kendall, remember?”
“Rule at a psycho camp. I can send her back to one, too.”
“Oh my god, Christopher,” Meggie said, groaning. She plopped her head against the pillow, happy he’d moved his arm. She’d address that later. “Never mind. I want to talk to you about Outlaw versus Christopher.”
His look turned wary. “What about them? Fuck, my ass?”
“If Outlaw talks a certain way, then let him shine through, Christopher. If you need to skirt between the two versions of yourself, do that, too. I love your improper speech as much as I love the correct version of you. Do what you need to do to survive and to get control of your club.”
“You just fuckin’ said I ain’t able to kill motherfuckers. That’s the quickest fuckin’ way to get control of the club.”
“That’s the quickest way for you to have a club without members if you kill everyone.”
“Ain’t plannin’ on killin’ Mort, Val, or Stretch,” he grouched. “Neither Knox.”
“Eyes toward the future. Remember. And you can’t kill Diesel either.”
“That motherfucker set CJ up.”
“Let me deal with him.”
“You sure I can’t at least shoot the fuck out of him?”
Where? She almost asked, but didn’t want to give Christopher any ideas, even if she felt like shooting that idiot herself. “Let me talk to him. At least CJ won the stupid fight.”
“You know CJ need you as much as me? As much as all the boys.”
“I’m aware, and I’m here for him, Christopher. He just has to accept that I’m not a wilting flower or a brainless idiot. It also has to be his decision.”
“I fucked up with the boys, too, Megan.”
“And I’ve already forgiven you for that. I forgave you for almost everything and hoped you told me about Rule. I never would’ve left if you had.”
“I know, baby. I ain’t ever makin’ that mistake afuckingain. I can’t fuckin’ believe how much my ass underestimated what a pain-in-the-ass-lil’-motherfucker you are that put every bit of fuckin’ gray in my goddamn hair.”
She laughed and looked pointedly at his bald sides, where most of the silver had grown.
“When I had motherfuckin’ hair there.”
“Axel did a number on you.”
“Roxy did, too.”
She nodded.
“CJ goin’ to school again. He gonna get back on track now.”
“Because you still don’t want him to join the club anymore,” she guessed.
“He ain’t cut out. Axel better suited to the life.”
Meggie wouldn’t deny that. It seemed as if Axel had been born with that Caldwell gene—a killer.
For the time being, she’d insist he stay in school and not make the same mistakes with him that she’d made with CJ.
“Christopher, let CJ take his time with everything. Talk to him. Tell him he’s free to go to school and come to the club.
See how he responds to that. It might ease him and allow him to see clearer. ”
Christopher shook his head. “What if he decide he want to drop out? I can’t risk that and disappoint you.”
“I’ve been unfair too,” she said. “I wanted him to graduate high school because I didn’t.
When Patricia tried to talk me into finishing up and getting my diploma, I wouldn’t have it.
If CJ wants to drop out of high school and hang around you every day, then I will support him.
We’re pulling him in all directions. He needs understanding and stability.
From me and you. Do not penalize him if he wants to stay in school and do not pressure him to choose.
We need to talk to him and see what he wants, then stand by him and guide him wherever he needs to go. ”
“I love you so fuckin’ much,” he murmured, rolling onto her and settling between her thighs. He pinned her hands above her head and pecked her lips, sliding inside her and bottoming out.
They both groaned.
“Your pussy feel so fuckin’ good.”
Meggie constricted her muscles around his cock and he jerked.
She bucked against his hold because it was the game they played.
His hold tightened, and his lips curled.
Powered into her, fucking her faster and harder.
She forgot about everything else, submitting completely to him, fell a little deeper in love with him if that was even possible.
He finally released her, wrapped her in his arms, and rolled them over, so that he lay on his back, still joined with her. He tangled his fingers through her hair.
“Beautiful girl.”
She clutched his face between her hands, his morning stubble tickling her fingertips, and kissed him, pouring all her love and passion into it. “Beautiful man,” she finally said.
He gripped her hips. “Ride my cock. I want your pussy juice all over me.”
“As long as you come deep in me,” she whispered, sat up, and rode her husband to infinity and beyond.