Chapter Forty-Nine – Christopher #2
What surprised him most of all was Kaia.
The motherfucker could actually sing. Somehow, he convinced Rebel to sing I Got You Babe by Sonny and Cher with him.
Even Diesel got in on the act and sang Tainted Love, Creep, and Father Figure.
Those were fucking choices, but Christopher shut the fuck up because him and Rebel barely spoke to each other.
The Triplets rapped WAP, of all fucking things. Bishop and Axel chose Pistol Paccin. Again, of all fucking things. Axel rapped Texas three goddamn times, while Bishop and Kaia thought it was a good fucking idea to sing Old Town Road, the version that featured Billy Ray Cyrus.
Later, when all the bad singing was done and the laughter died away, Christopher learned CJ was so fucking appalled most of the evening because he’d lost a bet to the Triplets that totaled seven hundred fifty dollars.
Chuckling again, Christopher got him and Megan to the bed and fell into it, careful to land on his back so she’d be on top.
“Let’s set some ground rules for your killing, Outlaw,” she said, breathless.
His heart sinking, Christopher sighed. “Don’t kill a motherfucker unless they deserve it,” he said sourly.
“Don’t kill family and friends. That’s the only rule.”
Christopher scowled. “So, you tellin’ me I can fuck up any motherfucker I wanna. But when it come time to actually fuck up those motherfuckers, you puttin’ them on your motherfuckin’ list.”
“I’m not. I promise.”
He threw her an annoyed look, pouting like a fucking child.
“I don’t want you killing, Christopher. I sincerely believe you aren’t a cold-blooded killer. But I swear I won’t indiscriminately add new names to my No-Kill List.”
“It’s just the same motherfuckers?”
“Along with Bishop, Kaia Riggs, and his brother, Kayce.”
“Gypsy and Derby still on it?”
She nodded.
“Boy and Danicka?”
“Yep.”
“Symphony and Tee.”
“Tee is. I don’t care what happens to Symphony.”
“I can scoop her up tomorrow?”
“Totally up to you.”
“What about Narci, Potter, and Torrin?”
Huffing, she flopped next to him and stared at the ceiling. “Potter is on the list.”
“Ain’t you fuckin’ told me not to fuck up those other two after CJ overdosed?”
“I did.”
“Now you ain’t carin’?”
“Don’t kill them,” she gritted. “I haven’t removed them from the list.”
“I want to see that motherfucker at breakfast cuz if they not on there, Ima fuckin’ kill them tofuckinmorrow.”
“My ledger is in the safe in my office. I can show you now.”
“Johnnie still on it?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Bailey?”
Megan gave a curt nod.
“How about this, baby? Before you add new names, me and you discuss it. We both got 50/50 veto power.”
“No one will ever win.”
“As long as you suck my cock and give me pussy to coerce me into thinkin’ your way, you always winnin’.”
“We do that anyway. Why discuss it?”
“Prolong the expectation and if it seem like I fuckin’ won, you gotta suck me off longer.”
Megan laughed. “Fine, my love.” She crawled onto the bed, ass in the air. “Let’s get under the covers.”
Christopher grabbed her thighs and pulled her back, dropping to his knees and biting her ass cheeks before burying his nose against her pussy and inhaling her scent. He buried his tongue in her channel, fucking her, tasting her, and his own cum, drinking her cunt juice when she exploded.
Still gripping her hips, he got to his feet, spreading her cream to the place she only gave him sometimes, then got the lube from his nightstand drawer and coated his cock and that tight ring of nerves.
She grinded against his fingers, her hooker moves, driving him insane.
He thumbed her swollen clit until she screamed his name and came again.
His balls throbbed and precum beaded the tip of his cock. He couldn’t fucking wait any longer.
Poised at her entrance, he said, “you ready, baby?”
“Yes.”
He thrusted into her and she sucked in a deep breath. Slowly, he began moving inside her, cum already bubbling up because he loved fucking her ass. It was her special gift to him.
Leaning over her, he bit her shoulder and fingered her clit, nosing her hair.
“Come for me, Megan,” he ordered in a heated whisper.
As if she waited for his command, she fell apart, pushing into his pounding drives into her, her pussy juice sliding down her thighs and his fingers.
Abandoning her clit, her clutched both her hips and let loose inside her, coming in wave after wave, his satisfaction and contentment bone deep.
He pulled out of her and she fell forward, breathing as heavily as he was. Scooping her into his arms, he carried her to the shower, where they soaped each other, stepped under the shower, then fucked again.
“I can’t deal with my hair tonight,” she said around a yawn, wrapped in a towel and blinking at her wet hair.
She might decide to cut it off again and he really didn’t want that, so he scrubbed his own towel over his hair one last time, then wrapped it around his waist.
“Wait here, baby.”
She yawned again. “Okay.”
In her closet, he found her fluffy royal blue robe, then went back into the bathroom where she still sat at her vanity and held it out.
Smiling, she got to her feet and shrugged into the robe, not protesting when he got her favorite comb, and nodded at the seat. The moment she sat, he began working the comb through a portion of her hair.
“Did I tell you I got the cabin all booked?” he asked a few minutes later.
She gasped and her eyes met his in the mirror. “No!” she said, suddenly wide awake. “Are we leaving this week…?”
The anniversary of their church wedding was two days away.
He lowered his gaze and focused on her hair, feeling like a motherfucker.
“We leave Wednesday, April 17th. I figured we could spend a couple days on the road. Just you and me. The cabin booked for the 19th and 20th. We leave early that Sunday and get home that evening.”
She tipped her head back. “We’ll take the long route to get there?”
“If that’s okay.”
“There’s nothing I’d love better.”
“When we get back, we gonna just have a few days before Jo finally released from the hospital.”
“And not long after that will be Rebel and Rule’s birthday.”
“Yeah, baby.”
Megan got to her feet and stepped into his arms. “I know there’s still so much to do.
Harley. Tabitha. Bash. Bailey and Mortician.
Digger and Bunny. But Molly is back. She has a long road ahead of her, but she’s safe again.
Our kids are healing. It feels as if you and I finally have our lives back and we’re stronger than ever. ”
“Yeah, baby. We fuckin’ up Fuckhead One and Fuckhead Two—” Also known as Nardo and his old man— “And seein’ to Harley. Who knows? Maybe her and CJ can be friends again.”
Megan nodded, her eyes beaming, her look tender. “I love you so much, Christopher. I’m just so happy right now.”
“Me too, baby.” He ignored the tingling of unease, not wanting to dampen his woman’s mood. “And I love the fuck outta you. Whatever come our way, we survivin’ like always, hear me, Megan?”
“We’re stronger together,” Megan said happily. “But I really feel that we’re at a turning point and life will look up for everyone.”
She was right. That old pessimism that once drove him had no place in their lives. She was back in his arms, loving on him the way he did her.
His wife. His woman.
His Megan.