However, Kendall was Johnnie’s old lady and he wanted her accepted as such. With Megan in bitch mode, if the other women also felt Kendall received preferential treatment—especially above Megan—they’d shun Kendall.
Something Johnnie wouldn’t allow. She was his. For now or long-term didn’t matter. She was having his baby.
But he feared committing to her. No, he’d already dedicated himself to her. In his head. Saying the words to her frightened him.
Other than keeping his dick in his pants and out of other women, he didn’t know what it meant to be in a committed relationship. Did he put her first in every aspect of their life together?
Johnnie rubbed the back of his neck, wishing he’d brought a bottle and a blunt with him. Maybe, Herb or Al would give up the answers he needed.
As a fucking man, of course, his woman and his child came first. Did putting Kendall first mean walking away from the club as she’d requested? Was he a selfish motherfucker for not wanting to leave his brothers and his club?
A small scream interrupted his internal debate.
“J-Johnnie?”
Straightening, Johnnie scowled at the last person in the world he wanted to see in his present mood. “Megan, what the fuck are you doing out here?”
A glint of the diamonds on her ring and movement of her golden hair. “Going to visit my house.”
He grabbed her elbow and steered her toward the light, cursing when she yanked herself away and tried to scoot around him. He clamped his hand on her shoulder, shoving aside the memory of seeing her with nothing but red heels in Logan’s perverted photograph. What the fuck did motherfuckers say about being careful what fuckheads wished for? He’d hungered to see her naked and, now, the image seared his brain.
“Does Christopher know you’re out here?” The fog prevented him from clearly seeing her face, so he pulled her almost against him. She felt so…delicate. Nothing at all the way his gorgeous Kendall felt in his arms—strong and lush.
“If he hadn’t rode out not long after your precious meeting ended, he’d know.”
He released her shoulder and dug into his cut for another cigarette. “Don’t fucking move,” he growled.
“Piss off,” she snapped.
Holding his cigarette between his two fingers, he glared at her. “I’m so fucking sick of your bullshit, Megan. You’re making Kendall miserable. You’re making me miserable. You’re making everyone miserable.”
She shoved him. Actually. Fucking. Shoved. Him. Hard enough that he almost fell on his ass because she caught him by surprise. She could be the most maddening little thing in the world.
“Kendall is making me miserable,” she yelled. “I’ve tried being nice to her and she keeps rejecting my overtures.”
“Bullshit.” Even before Kendall mentioned Megan’s behavior, he’d glimpsed it himself. “Is it too much to ask you to treat Kendall like you treat me? Can’t you remember who I am? Our friendship? Be nice to her for me?”
“Can’t you remember who I am?” she spat back. “Your friend. You know me. How can you believe her over me?”
Tension rose in Johnnie at her question, filled with hurt and anger. He didn’t want to recognize this jealous, spiteful side of Megan. He wouldn’t have believed it if Kendall wasn’t so distraught over it. He’d defended Megan to Kendall and it only upset Kendall more. At the time, he’d been attempting to smooth things over, but, now, Megan roamed outside at ten o’clock at night just because she was pouting. Johnnie suspected Christopher’s absence didn’t help her mood, either.
He ignored the tears glistening in her eyes. “Grow the fuck up, Megan. Stop acting like a goddamn teenager and act like Christopher’s wife and the mother of his children—“
“Yo’, John Boy,” Val’s voice interrupted his tirade. He stepped into their circle of light, disapproval tightening his lips and anger fanning in his eyes. “Meggie, what are you doing out here?”
She sniffled. “I-I was going to my house.”
“You don’t have a house, babe,” Val reminded her and narrowed his eyes at Johnnie as if it was his fault she was throwing a temper tantrum.
“Everything…all of my father’s photos…they were all there…I just want…” A sob escaped her. “I know…Daddy…today at the funeral home…Christopher…where is he?”
“Jesus, Megan,” Johnnie said, determined to hold onto his temper, irritated as fuck. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew he was being harsher than necessary with Megan, but Kendall needed her. Kendall needed him. Kendall needed everyone and Megan’s histrionics would distract attention from the focus Kendall should have at this difficult time. “Christopher is out trying to make shit safe. That’s where he’s at. Big Joe is the last motherfucker I want to hear about right now,” he snarled before he could stop himself.
Megan squeaked and Val growled. Johnnie didn’t give a fuck. Joseph Foy was as rotten as Logan Donovan. While Megan wanted photos of her “daddy”, Kendall’s little sister needed burying, a victim of Logan and by extension, Big Joe. Logan and Boss had started their dirty fucking business.
“He peddled—“
“Meggie, go inside,” Val interrupted. “Outlaw should be riding in any minute. He won’t like it much if he sees you out here.”
“Okay,” she said quietly, then turned a cool look to Johnnie. “Don’t ever talk to me again. Keep your apologies because they aren’t worth the oxygen you expel to say them, you jerk.” Swiping away her tears, she turned on her heel and ran back to the clubhouse.
“Get the fuck away from me, Val,” Johnnie growled, not in the mood to hear anything he had to say.
“You better pray like a motherfucker Meggie don’t repeat this conversation to Christopher, assfuck.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me,” he snorted. “She tells him every fucking thing.”
“Then I’m not even gonna cry at your fucking grounding, motherfucker. Outlaw not going to leave enough of you to have a funeral over. What the fuck’s the matter with you treating Meggie like that?”
“Can’t anyone see the way she’s treating Kendall?”
“That’s girl shit, John Boy. They will work it out. But keep fucking with Meggie and you won’t be alive to see them kiss and make up.”
“Megan’s pouting—“
“Meggie’s pregnant—“
“So’s my old lady.”
Val glanced at him from head to toe, then he shook his head and gave a humorless laugh. “My respect for you going down about fifty degrees, fuckhead. Your bitch bugging over Meggie, so you deciding to take it out on Meggie, who’s innocent, by the way. She not responsible because you have a jealous chick and she’s not responsible because you wanted your dick in her.”
“Shut the fuck up—“
“Get it together, Johnnie,” Val warned as the rumble of motorcycle pipes grew closer and closer. “You’re wrong treating Meggie like this to make Kendall happy.”
He wasn’t treating Megan any kind of way just to keep Kendall happy. He treated her as her behavior warranted. And, fuck, maybe, he was angry with her, too, for being so important to Christopher that no one could set her straight. She was also indirectly responsible for some of the recent bullshit going on. Because she’d had Christopher’s son. That one event had caused a ripple effect. Megan giving birth to CJ triggered Cee Cee’s return, which instigated their grandfather’s arrival. In the end, everything combined and led to Kendall’s assault and her sister’s suicide.
“What the fuck you doin’ out here?”
Christopher’s voice startled Johnnie back to the present.
“I’m not allowed out here?” he asked, lifting his brow, just then realizing he hadn’t lit his cigarette. He scowled at the red roses in Christopher’s hand.
Christopher cocked his head to the side. “You got somethin’ to say about these motherfuckers, motherfucker?” he growled, holding up the bouquet.
Smirking at Johnnie, Val folded his arms, his amusement fanning Johnn
ie’s temper.
“I need you to talk to Megan,” he bit out.
“About?” Christopher challenged, shoving the roses into Val’s arms and stepping forward. His leather-gloved hand rested on his side, hovering over his gun.
“Er, Outlaw,” Val inserted quickly, “Meggie been crying. She wants some photos of Big Joe.”
Christopher didn’t move and neither did Johnnie. If he went for his own gun, Christopher would take that as a threat and shoot Johnnie before he unholstered his weapon.
Christopher didn’t take his cold green gaze from Johnnie and didn’t drop his hand from his side. “Megan ain’t been feelin’ good and I ain’t been here for her the way I should.”
“Every time we’re facing a crisis, are we going to have to put up with her pouting?” Johnnie snapped.
“Come fuckin’ again?”
“I need you to talk to her,” Johnnie repeated coldly. “She’s being a bitch to Kendall.”
Johnnie gritted his teeth at the cocking of the gun.
“Call Megan a bitch again, motherfucker, so I can use your fuckin’ teeth for target fuckin’ practice.”
“Christopher?”
Johnnie swallowed at the sound of Megan’s voice.
“Jesus H. Christ, thank you, Meggie,” Val mumbled.
“Go inside,” Christopher ordered.
Silence.
“Draw your Glock,” Christopher snarled. “Talk out of hand to Megan and I’ll beat your fuckin’ ass to a motherfuckin’ pulp. Call her a bitch and I’m puttin’ a fuckin’ bullet in your head.”
“Christopher!”
“Get the fuck in-fuckin-side, Megan.”
“No.” Megan stepped into view, not flinching when Christopher turned his angry gaze to her. She put her hand on his forearm and pushed it down. She glanced up and sighed. “Not a full moon. You don’t want to kill your brother, Christopher.”
“You ain’t fuckin’ heard this motherfucker talkin’ about you—“
“I h-heard,” she responded, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat. “It’s…he’s protecting Kendall.”
“Not at your fuckin’ expense.”
Megan shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.” She turned a small smile to Johnnie, although it didn’t reach her eyes. “Tell him, Johnnie. You wouldn’t allow anything he said about Kendall to have it come between you. Right?”
Would he? Did he become everything Kendall needed? Or had he been all she needed when they first met? Was that what it meant to be committed to a woman?
The confusion he’d felt earlier returned, draining away most of his irritation and anger. He spared Megan a glance and shook his head. “Right,” he agreed with a tight smile.
What about what he needed?
Megan tugged at Christopher’s arm and licked her lips, her cheeks flushing. “Come to bed, Christopher.”
He shoved his gun away, but anger wafted from him. Johnnie wondered if Christopher delayed retaliation in Megan presence. She grabbed his hand and put it on her belly. “Talk to your son. He’s keeping me so sick. Tell him to stop.”
Tenderness gentled Christopher’s look, although tension stiffened his shoulders. She stood on her tiptoes and urged Christopher’s head down, slanting her mouth over his then allowing him to take the lead.
“I wanna fuck you hard and fast, Megan,” Christopher whispered roughly. Despite the low tone, Johnnie heard anyway.
Meggie nipped Christopher’s chin. “Promise?”
“Fuck me, Megan.”
She smiled at him. Christopher frowned. Maybe, he realized the difference in her attitude, too. Even her smile seemed forced. Unfortunately, Johnnie had witnessed Meggie kissing Christopher before. This kiss compared to the other one he’d seen lacked something. Out of everything else he had to deal with, if Christopher would handle Megan for Johnnie, and make her treat Kendall with understanding, then they could focus on other things.
“We tell each other everything, right, Christopher?” she asked quietly.
“You know we do, baby.” He bent and kissed her again. “Why?”
She watched Christopher, before looking at Val and Johnnie. Her shoulders slumped but she nodded. “I’m a big girl, Christopher. You and Big Joe…” Her voice trailed off and Christopher stared at her.
This was the second or third time she’d mentioned her father tonight. Other than wanting attention, Johnnie couldn’t imagine why Big Joe dominated her thoughts all of a sudden.
“What about me and Boss, Megan?”
“You killed him.” A tear slipped down her cheek but she caressed Christopher’s jaw. “Would you really want to hurt Johnnie? Especially over words?” Although she didn’t face Johnnie again, she addressed him. “Same for you, Johnnie.”
“Fuck, Megan. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Her point taken, her words stayed with Johnnie as he made his way through the main room, declining invitations for drinks and turning down May’s offer for a quick fuck. Opening his bedroom door, he found Kendall on the bed, his iPad in hand, her ginger hair spread across her pillow.
“Hey.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to get the lay of the land. Was she angry, sad, or tired? All three? He was almost afraid to ask. Any conversation between them would lead to an argument and he was so fucking sick of it. Sometimes, he believed she misconstrued everything on purpose, just to have a way to vent and get out all the bullshit eating away her happiness.
“Do you know human trafficking is the fastest growing criminal enterprise in the country?”
“No.” He sat on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare at the mounds of her breasts.
“You do now. I just told you.”
“Yes.”
“Numbers reach into the hundreds of thousands, Johnnie,” she said quietly. “Men. Women. Children. Adults. Undocumented people. Documented ones. It doesn’t matter. They’re forced into labor and into the sex trade and—“
Stretching out beside her, Johnnie took the iPad from her hands and laid it on the night stand next to him. “Kendall, gorgeous, don’t torture yourself like this.”
“Caroline needs justice.”
“Caroline will have her justice and so will you,” he swore. Yes, when Johnnie got his hands on Spoon, he’d make that motherfucker beg then take pleasure in killing him slowly.
“What about the others? They need justice, too.”
“What others?” he asked slowly. “The other victims of Spoon and my grandfather?”
“Yes. Them. The ones we don’t know about. The—“
“That’s impossible.” Johnnie drew her closer and tightened his hold on her, sniffing her fresh scent and nuzzling her neck.
“It isn’t,” she insisted, her breath hitching. “What did Brooks say? I’ll bet he wanted to do something.”
“I can’t discuss club business with you,” he whispered against her ear, shoving the covers further down her body and raising her tee-shirt to bare the smooth skin on her midriff.
“You can do something. You have the power to make anyone you can find who’s involved in this pay.”
He nipped her ear and slid his hand in her pajama bottoms. He fingered her clit and rolled onto her, the scent of her arousal going straight to his dick. Rolling onto her, he inserted a finger into her hot pussy and slanted his mouth over hers, absorbing her soft moan. She rolled against his hand, driving him wild. He couldn’t wait to get inside of her.
Leaning back on his haunches, he bared her pussy and hurried to undress himself. He kissed around her navel and from one side of her pubic bone to the other before widening her legs and nosing her slit. Her pregnancy gave her a richer, earthier scent and taste. Opening her pussy lips, he glided his tongue in one long lick along her seam. She lifted her lips and groaned, her fingers sliding through his hair.
“That feels so good,” she breathed.
From the day he’d met her, Kendall loved to have her pussy eaten. It made him happy to oblige her, pussy eating connoisseur that he w
as. Alternating between sucking her clit and licking around and over it, he increased the pace when her hips began to move faster.
“Johnnie!” she screamed, jerking against his lips, her juices dripping down his chin.
He lifted himself above her, resting his weight on his elbows and guiding his cock to her entrance. He sank into her and shivered, the grip of her cunt around his dick pure bliss. Starting a slow, in-and-out rhythm, he closed his eyes, her taste filling his mouth and her scent surrounding him.
He’d never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Kendall. He just needed to get it right, find a happy balance, make her understand how much he needed and wanted her. He buried his face in the crook her neck, licked the heated skin behind her ear, grunting in pleasure.
Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, he thumbed her clit. When her orgasm washed over her, she gasped, digging her nails into his back.
One, final time, Johnnie thrust into her then exploded inside of her, trembling through his release, then collapsing on top of her. A moment later, she squirmed beneath him.
Only then did Johnnie realize that she hadn’t once moved while he’d been inside of her. She’d just laid there, taking him as if she’d had no other choice.
His satisfaction evaporating, he rolled onto his back. “Kendall?”
“Yes?” she responded, hoarse, her just-fucked voice the sexiest sound in the world.
“Did you want me?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she retorted in a clipped voice. “You had me, didn’t you?”
He stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to say to her. “If you didn’t want me, you should’ve pushed me away. I wouldn’t have forced you.”
“Would you have fucked another woman?”
What a way to look at this situation. If she didn’t feel he’d force her, she believed he’d cheat on her if she didn’t capitulate. Patience, he reminded himself. She needed patience. Instead of going into a long debate, he answered with a simple, “No.”
“You ate my pussy, so I owed you.”
Johnnie glared at her and sat up. “Is that how you fucking feel?” he growled, then cursed, not wanting to lose his temper with her.
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