Chapter Twenty-Three #2
“That’s a losing battle because it will never happen. He’s your son and already has almost as much swagger as you.”
“He do, don’t he?” Christopher puffed up in pride.
What the fuck was wrong with his fucking ass? Megan was fucking right. He himself had called CJ his mini-fucking-me for so fucking long, he’d almost indoctrinated motherfuckers with that idea.
“No matter what you do, there will always be expectations of him to be the next you. He’ll always be my potato, though.”
Christopher winced. If she found out Ember LeBan blew CJ, Megan would order her tongue ripped out. They’d touched on the subject a couple of days ago and he left it hanging. “The lil’ motherfucker almost seventeen. By the time I was that fuckin’ age, I was already fuckin’.”
Lifting her head, she glared at him. “CJ is not ready for any physical relationship.”
He frowned. “Says you. I think his cock might disafuckingree, Megan.”
“I’m not talking about that part of him,” she grouched, narrowing her too blue eyes. “I’m talking emotionally. ”
“What the fuck you talkin’ about? Stickin’ his cock in a bitch ain’t got nothin’ to do with emotion.”
“I hope he stays a virgin until his wedding night.”
He stared at her for a moment, searching for a hint that she was fucking with him, but nope. His woman was dead-fucking-serious. Unable to stop himself, he guffawed.
“Omigod, you big ass! Shut up.”
Her words only made him laugh harder. She sat up in bed, arms folded, and glowered at him hard enough to make his motherfucking ass explode.
He sat up too and pulled her into his arms.
“I always thought he and Harley would marry. Now, I hope she falls to the middle of the earth, never to be heard from again.”
Her ruthlessness—the same kind as Big Joe and Snake—was showing again.
“They gotta figure it out, baby. They still so fuckin’ young and emotions so fuckin’ volatile at that age.
It might fuckin’ turn into real fuckin’ love or they both might end up with different motherfuckers.
Our boy ain’t a fuckin’ monk. My guess is he gonna wanna fuck sooner rather than fuckin’ later.
Even if him and Harley do end up tofuckingether, he need to get fuckin’ other bitches the fuck outta his system so he could fuckin’ know what a treasure his woman is. ”
“You want CJ to sleep around?” she asked on an outraged gasp.
“How the fuck you willin’ to allow Rebel on birth control, but CJ gotta find a glory hole to shove his cock in instead of a girl?”
“Glory holes are disgusting. I’ve already told you why Rebel’s on birth control. She wants what she wants. No matter the cost.”
“You need to talk to her, baby. Rebel shouldn’t sleep with no motherfucker ‘til she married. My feelins ain’t— ”
“You expect Rebel to be a virgin while the boys are man whores?” she snarled, shoving the covers aside and jumping out of bed.
“You ain’t makin’ sense,” he snapped, pretending she hadn’t tossed her hair over her shoulders and revealed her round tits to him. “You want our girl to pitch her pussy everyfuckinwhere?”
“It’s hers to do with what she wants!” Megan returned, the words horrifying him as much as the idea of his girl on birth control .
Megan walked from her side of the bed to his, stopping at the foot, and allowing him to see her entire naked body. Her blonde pussy bush watered his mouth.
“You would censure her because she was doing the same thing you encourage our sons to do?”
He dragged his gaze from her pussy to stare at her face. “Ain’t ever gonna criticize Rebel for that fuckin’ shit. I would just cut the cock off every motherfucker who touched her. That shit should be fuckin’ obvious.”
“You’re such a psycho.”
He grinned at her, his anger deflating at hearing the words indicating a draw in the argument. “Yeah, baby, but I’m your fuckin’ psycho. Just like you my lil’ pain in the motherfuckin’ ass.”
She laughed. When he crooked his finger at her, she sashayed next to the bed, climbed in, then sat on top of him, her damp cunt resting just above his aching dick.
He settled his hands on her hips. “You been my woman long efuckinnuff to fuckin’ know the world we fuckin’ live in got different fuckin’ rules for motherfuckers and bitches.”
“I know.” She nodded then slid her wet pussy up his stomach and marked him with her scent.
She sat on his chest and grinded against him, her heat, her aroma, driving him wild.
“Now that Rebel is older, I think about how the different rules in such a male-dominated atmosphere might affect her. She wants to be a part of the club. I feel as if I’m losing all my children. ”
She wouldn’t lose Rebel. Christopher would convince his daughter that her ma needed her to remain a civilian. He’d help Rebel to find something where she’d be included in the club, but without placing herself in danger. Especially as a ‘special enforcer’.
At the moment, however, he didn’t want to discuss their kids—or anyone else’s. “Put your pussy on my mouth, baby.”
Groaning, she lifted herself and scooted up, lowering her hot cunt onto his lips and wiggling.
Muff hairs tickled his nose and he breathed in, reveling in her nearness.
She brushed her pussy against him and he opened his mouth, parting her folds with his tongue and sucking her clit between his teeth.
“Oh my god!” she gasped, her body jerking.
To soothe her, he lapped her juices, licking her swollen pussy, alternating between the pad of his tongue and the tip.
The closer she edged toward her orgasm, the faster she fucked his mouth. A moment before she would’ve descended into ecstasy, Christopher grabbed her hips and lifted her. He sat up and guided her onto her back, burying his cock into her heat and closing his eyes at how fucking good she felt.
She wrapped her legs around him, settling her feet on his back, and staring into his eyes.
“Fuck, Megan,” he groaned, pumping into her. “Your pussy so fuckin’ hot and juicy.”
“For your cock,” she breathed, her eyes glazing over.
“You like my big dick pounding your pussy,” he told her, placing his hand between their bodies and finding her clit, thumbing it.
“YES!” she screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she sunk her nails into his shoulders.
The momentary pain curled his toes and made the base of his spine tingle. His balls throbbed. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips against her ear. “I’m gonna drop my load in your cunt,” he growled.
Shaking her head frantically, she tilted her hips. “I want every drop you have.”
He released a strangled moan and his cum shot into her, shaking his entire body.
His muscles relaxed and he took care to rest his weight on his arms as he caught his breath. A moment later, he rolled onto his back and pulled her into his arms.
The lamp flickered off again and didn’t come back on this time. Megan stiffened.
“I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you, baby,” he told her.
“I know,” she said, slowly relaxing against him again, trusting him with her body, her life, her entire soul. “Unfortunately, I’ve never slept well in a totally dark room.”
“I know, baby.” He adjusted their positions so that they faced each other, although her head still rested on his arm. He buried his hand in her hair and massaged her scalp.
“I’d forgotten about the rain until the lights went out,” she confessed sleepily.
So had he. And, maybe, the fucking lamp had been sputtering during the conversation, but Christopher hadn’t paid attention. His sole focus had been his wife.
He bent his head and kissed her lips. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you more,” she responded as the light flickered on again.
They grinned at each other .
“Ima talk to our boy about his ride. If he want a fuckin’ Harley, that’s what the fuck he gettin’.”
She smiled tenderly. “I know you’re going to make everything right.”
That strange foreboding hit him again, and he realized that was what had awakened him. Whatever fucking cloud had dug into his ass made Christopher uneasy. And he wasn’t sure why. He only knew it had something to do with CJ.
“What is it?” Megan asked, sounding wide the fuck awake all over again. “You’ve tensed back up. The same way you were when I awakened.”
“I just…” His voice trailed off. “I ain’t too sure.”
He glanced down at her as she tipped her head back to stare at him.
“Is it CJ?”
“I ain’t got a fuckin’ clue, baby,” he lied. He didn’t want to unduly worry her.
“Shouldn’t he be home by now?”
Christopher hadn’t given him a curfew, but normally his boy wasn’t at the club long. Maybe, he’d decided to fuck one of the club girls.
Fuck.
Megan sat up. “What, Christopher? Your muscles are taut enough to pop. Did CJ really go to the club or is he on some type of mission?”
“No! No, baby. I swear.”
“Then what is it?”
“I ain’t knowin’, Megan.”
“Is he in danger?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Christopher’s heart stuttered at the thought of losing his boy. CJ had been his shadow from the time he’d been able to recognize ‘Law. Yet, as devastated as he’d be if harm befell any of his children, he knew Megan’s grief would be unbearable. Worse, he doubted she’d ever forgive him.
Fuck, he wouldn’t forgive his own fucking self .
“CJ fine, baby,” he swore. “He didn’t leave club grounds. We ain’t gonna lose none of our lil’ motherfuckers. I know this fuckin’ time you wouldn’t forfuckingive my fuckin’ ass.”
She frowned, then climbed onto him and leaned down, burying her face in the bridge between his neck and shoulder. “No matter what, Christopher, I will always forgive you,” she said fiercely.
“Baby—”
She covered his mouth with her fingers. “No, Christopher. I’m your ride-or-die. I always have been, and I always will be.”
“That’s why you my fuckin’ heart and soul, Megan.”
Lifting up, she positioned herself over his cock, wrapped her hand around him, and guided him to her pussy, then slid down. Buried to the hilt inside of her, Christopher groaned.
“Everything’s fine,” she swore, grinding slowly against him.
His fucking gut told him that wasn’t true. However, his cock insisted he ignore the morbid motherfucker and lose himself in his woman.