“Don’t stop,” she whined, pushing against him.
“Wicked little bitch, I gotta. Other-fuckin-wise, I’ma fill your pussy with my cum too soon.”
“I have to get to Roxy to help her dress for her date,” Megan reminded him.
“I know, baby,” he crooned to her. “I ain’t meant to fuck you when I walked in and found you gettin’ dressed.”
She giggled and did her hooker grind. “I’m not complaining, Christopher.”
Her sexy tone swelling his cock a little more, he pulled out of her and guided her onto her back. The sight of her hard, red nipples and the scent of her wet pussy watered his mouth. She arched her back and tweaked her nipples.
“Oh, fuck, baby, do that shit a-fuckin-gain.”
Licking her lips, she met his gaze and followed his orders. “What are you going to do, big bad biker?”
“Bend your knees and open your legs, Megan,” he demanded, her blue eyes consuming him. He’d walk through the fires of hell for her. Kneeling back, he pulled her into his lap before entering her again. With her upper body still on the mattress, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Christopher used a finger to tease her golden pussy hairs, trailing a path to her clit.
“We gonna fuckin’ come to-fuckin-gether, hear me, Megan?”
She nodded, her eyes dark with passion and need. “Come in me, now, Christopher.”
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby.” He fingered her clit, the base of his spine already tingling in anticipation, his balls drawing up. “Get fuckin’ ready. I’ma drop a big fuckin’ load in you—”
“’Law! MegAnn!” CJ screamed, pounding on the door.
Megan immediately stiffened, and not in the good fucking way that meant she was about to come all over his cock. No. She fucking stiffened because one of their little motherfuckers was interrupting Christopher in Megan’s pussy.
“Mommie!” CJ yelled, causing all kinds of racket on the door.
“I’m—”
Christopher clapped a hand over Megan’s mouth. “If we quiet, he’ll go the fuck away. I just need two fuckin’ more minutes.”
“I want MegAnn,” CJ said with a sniffle.
FUCK! Growling in frustration, Christopher withdrew from her and got to his feet, grabbing his jeans from the floor. His balls actually hurt and he limped to the door as Megan hurried to the bathroom.
Just as he carefully tucked his cock away, he yanked open the door, finding CJ laying on the floor, sobbing as if he was being killed. He was in full temper tantrum.
Christopher sighed, then stooped down and picked his boy up, bringing him to the bed where Christopher had been to the promised land, until his little ass interrupted and catapulted him to dick hell. He dropped CJ onto the mattress.
“What’s the matter, potato?” Megan asked a moment later, walking into the room, dressed in a robe.
CJ raised pitiful eyes to her. Christopher knew just how the fuck he felt. If such a woebegone fucking look would get him his way, he’d do it, too. “Mommie left me.”
Megan sat on the bed next to CJ. “I didn’t. Gypsy is with you.”
With Bunny so heavily pregnant, Christopher went to Derby to see if his bitch wanted to help Megan out. Megan fucking balked, just like she had when Bunny first started. Christopher knew Megan enjoyed being a ma and a wife. However, she was also a business owner now. And she wasn’t a ma to only one or two little motherfuckers, but four with another on the way. She had the house to clean; Diesel to keep tabs on; errands to run; laundry to do. She had to be a wife to him. She also had to deal with club issues amongst the old ladies. She prepared food for the brothers. His girl needed help, whether she liked it or not. That was one reason he’d gone to Gypsy. Megan considered her a friend, even if she was from a different club. He could’ve gone to one of the Dweller old ladies, but he wanted Megan’s complete cooperation, not just her giving in to make him happy.
However, CJ hadn’t taken to Gypsy as he had Bunny. She’d only been helping out for three days, so, hopefully his boy settled down.
CJ’s sniffle brought Christopher back to the present. Megan was hugging their boy, whispering to him, and ruffling his hair.
“Okay, MegAnn,” he said, sliding off the bed and walking out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
“I can’t hurry and get more pussy from you, huh, baby?” Christopher asked with a sigh.
Megan sat next to him and laid her head against his chest. “Nope. He’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Christopher wrapped an arm around his wife and kissed the top of her head, then explained what had happened at school earlier today, his original reason for coming into the room. “So I brought him the fuck home with me,” he finished.
“You did right to take him home for the day, Christopher. I can’t believe that principal. Making fun of CJ and singling him out! I want to punch him in the nose!” she fumed. “I like that school, too.”
“Don’t fuckin’ worry, baby. That motherfucker gone.”
Megan tensed, then leaned back and looked at him. “He’s still alive, right?”
“Fuck, yeah. I’ma put a no bloodshed moratorium in effect earlier this year, since last year holidays was so fucked. Motherfuckers get a fuckin’ pass ‘til after January 2nd. Longer if motherfuckin’ Knox still circlin’. I ain’t gonna do fuck-all to send my ass back to fuckin’ jail and a-fuckin-way from you.”
She thumbed his lips before stealing a quick kiss. “I love you so much.”
“I love the fuck outta you. How the lil motherfucker in you doin’?”
“He’s fine,” Megan said happily. “Right on schedule.”
“How’s Doc Will?”
Megan scrunched her nose. “She’s okay. She’s due a couple months after me.” She sighed. “Don’t repeat this because Dr. Will might fire Viola and she’s been her nurse since she opened her practice. But with your moratorium in effect…”
“Just tell me, baby,” Christopher said crossly, still irritated from their aborted fuck.
“The baby’s father has been threatening Dr. Will. Making her cry. She’s filed a restraining order against him.”
For fucking real? “I’m fuckin’ sorry, baby,” he said with a straight face. “Don’t fuckin’ worry about Doc Will. She not a bitch that take bullshit. She gonna be just fuckin’ fine.”
“I know,” Megan said with sadness. “But this is her first pregnancy and I just hate that it isn’t a good experience for her. I hate that the baby’s father is being so mean.”
Christopher shrugged. “Shit happen, Megan.” He went silent, pretending the tears filling Megan’s eyes didn’t kill him. “What the motherfucker do? A doctor like her?”
“No,” Megan sniffled. “Viola said he’s an electrician. Dr. Will met him when she hired his company to have her house rewired or something.”
“Yeah?”
Megan nodded.
“Motherfucker used her to step up in the world.” More silence. He waited.
His girl didn’t disappoint him. “You’re probably right, Christopher. They broke up because Dr. Will loaned Sulley a big amount of money. He kept promising to pay her back and never did. The last time she confronted him about it, he hit her. She called the cops but he convinced her to drop the charges. Anyway, a week later, she found out she was pregnant. At first, Sulley didn’t want the baby. Now, he’s threatening to sue her for full custody and have her pay him child support.”
Christopher balled his fists to keep his hands from shaking, he was so angry. Doc Will took care of Megan, and had done so from the time she’d been pregnant with CJ. He wasn’t going to let any motherfucker fuck over her.
“I want to tell Roxy. They’re friends. Just so she can keep an extra eye out on her, but now you have Roxy doing something and I don’t want to put too much on her,” Megan confessed.
“You right, baby. Don’t tell Roxanne. Mort and Bailey try to keep her from doing too much. They let her cook breakfast and shit, so she
won’t complain too much, but they just want her to recover. Fucking around with motherfuckin’ Knox might work the fuck on her nerves, but she not doin’ no physical labor. And you fuckin’ know Roxy would wanna cut a bitch for her friend. Don’t fuckin’ tell her now.” By the time Roxy found out, fucking Sulley would be fucked up and boxed up.
“You’re right. Anyway,” she said on a sigh, “when Viola wasn’t telling me all of Dr. Wills secrets, she asked me about the kids. I told her how CJ seems to be regressing. He’s calling me MegAnn a lot and he’s not talking as well as he should. As well as he had been just a few months ago.”
Megan was back to leaning on his chest, so she missed his wince. “I’m fuckin’ tryna…tryin’ to…do better.”
“Huh?” she said, straightening to narrow her eyes at him.
The tips of Christopher’s ears burned. “CJ talkin’ the fuckin’ way my ass do, baby,” he muttered. “I ain’t…I don’t want him…Fuck, Megan, my boy gotta be better than me. All our kids.”
Gasping, she jumped to her feet. “You big jerk!” she cried, poking him. “Don’t you ever let me hear you degrade yourself that way. I’ve already told you that. Omigod! I can’t believe you said that. I want our children to achieve what we couldn’t but not because I don’t think you’re not worthy or lacking in anything. I want more for them because that’s what parents do. They always want their kids to exceed them. To excel.”
“Megan, baby, shut the fuck up. We been goin’ through this same shit with CJ for fuckin’ months. He emulate me, so I fuckin’ know he ain’t talkin’ right cuz…because of my ass.”
Stepping between his thighs, Megan glared at him. “How about I lock you out of there until you stop saying that about yourself? You’re perfect just the way you are. CJ emulates you because he adores you. You. ‘Law! I adore you because you’re you. Whoever can’t except them as you are, well…well…fuck them. That includes our children when they’re older. What’s gotten into you?”
“That motherfucker to-fuckin-day, Megan,” Christopher admitted. “Hearin’ him make fun of the fuckin’ way CJ talk…I was looked down on at school. I let my fuckin’ grades slip and…fuck. I ain’t…I don’t even fuckin’ remember how the fuck to talk fuckin’ right.” He leaned against her tits and wrapped an arm around her waist. “He made fun of my boy, baby. My son. He made him cry. That was me all over a-fuckin-gain. Ma came sometimes. Mostly, I just had to deal with shit my-fuckin-self, ‘til Big Joe…” He swallowed. “CJ so innocent, even with all his cussin’. I was like that once, too. I don’t want no motherfucker to ruin that for him. I don’t want his fuckin’ childhood marred by no assfucks.”
Megan kissed his forehead, his eyelids, his nose and jaw before settling her mouth on his lips. “What am I going to do with you, Christopher?” she whispered.
“Love me for fuckin’ ever.”
“Into eternity,” she swore. “I’ll always be yours and you’ll always be mine. As is.” She brushed her lips against his again. “Stop blaming yourself for how CJ talks. Viola thinks he’s having an identity crisis because I’m pregnant again. She thinks that he feels as if he acts like a little baby, he’ll be the focus of my attention.”
That shit made sense. “You think that way, too?” He’d defer to whatever she felt.
She nodded. “I think she’s right. Once I had Ryder, he seemed to regress. Now, I’m pregnant with Ransom and it’s even worse.”
“She suggest something?”
“Just to have patience with him. Did you know Viola has six kids?”
“Nope. Ain’t ever talked to her like that.”
“Well, she does, so I think she’d know.”
“Back, MegAnn,” CJ announced, dragging Diesel with him. “Him here.”
Offering Christopher another kiss, Megan turned, but didn’t move from where she stood. She’d never been ashamed to show her affection to him, not even in front of their children. Especially in front of their children.
“Diesel, I’m running to Roxy’s house. Can you help Gypsy keep watch on CJ? Maybe, play a game with him.”
“Sure, Aunt Meggie,” Diesel agreed easily.
“Christopher will—”
“Nothin’, baby. My ass goin’ to the club to wait for that motherfucker to come pick up Roxanne.”
“Okay,” she said. “Then I’ll accompany Roxy there once she’s dressed and we can walk back home together.”
She snuck an ass rub against his unhappy cock. By now, he was sure his balls were glowing fucking blue.
“Maybe, take the long way,” she whispered, for his ears alone.
He kissed the back of her neck. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Get ready for a fuck in the woods.”
“Big bad biker,” she flirted.
“Dirty little brat,” he threw back at her.
“I come with you, MegAnn, to Ant Roxy,” CJ announced, staring at her.
“No, bud,” Diesel said. “Let your mom go to Aunt Roxy while I show you how to hold a pool cue again.”
“For real, Deel?” CJ asked, obviously liking that idea.
“Yep,” Diesel answered.
“Get dressed, baby. I’ll walk with you to Mort,” Christopher said, guiding her from between his thighs so he could stand. “Then, me and that motherfucker can get the fuck to the club.”
“I’ll meet you downstairs,” she promised, going to CJ to hug and kiss him.
In the span of an hour and a half, Megan had been mother, wife, seductress, friend, counselor, and motivator, making Christopher all the more determined to find a way to fuck up Sulley and get that bracelet for her.
Two hundred eight-five thousand dollars was a pittance to spend compared to what they shared. What he had in Megan.
That was priceless.
“I don’t think I’m doing this right.”
Roxy sighed at Kendall’s worried tone. So far, Kendall didn’t want to help style Roxy’s hair or choose any clothes for her. Now, she was balking at doing her nails. “Sugar, you polish your own damn nails. You can do mine.”
“I have manicures,” Kendall admitted. “And I’ve never polished anyone else’s.”
“What about a friend from school?”
“I never had any friends in school. The one girl I wanted to be friends with teased me terribly. She was small and blonde and perfect. Like Meggie.”
Laying her hand on top of Kendall’s to halt her movements, Roxy shook her head. “Meggie ever tease you?”
“No. But when I see Meggie, I see the girl Johnnie thinks is perfect.”
“Yeah, because your husband’s a fucking dumb ass,” Roxy snapped.
Kendall stiffened and pulled away, shoving the brush back into the bottle of polish. “Do not talk about my husband like that.”
“I can talk about him any fucking way I please. The man’s too fucking dumb where you’re concerned. What kind of a fucking fool says the things he says to his wife about another woman? He’s the reason you and that little girl can’t get along.”
“She’s not a little girl,” Kendall grumped. “She’s a grown woman.”
Blowing on her nails, Roxy gave Kendall an under-eyed look. “I call you a child, child. Meggie’s eleven years younger than you.”
Kendall flushed. “You’re like a mother to me. She had a mom. I never did.”
“Oh, you had one all right. She was as much a trifling bitch as Dinah was. Dinah just showed her trifling ways later.”
“Meggie takes everyone from me.”
“Meggie doesn’t take one fucking person from you. This is what I’m talking about! This is why you’re thinking of leaving because your dumb ass man is a dumb ass man!”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
Roxy popped to her feet too quickly, and stumbled into the dresser, dizziness overcoming her. Kendall cried out and rushed to her, then guided her to the bed.
“I’m sorry, Roxy! I didn’t mean to upset you. Don’t die!”
“I’m not dying,” Roxy said with ir
ritation, squinting at Kendall. “I just moved too fast.” She was tired and needed to rest. But she’d never admit that to Mortician or Kendall. None of them. They’d be out of their minds with worry, thinking she had a foot in the grave.
Kendall sat next to Roxy, then picked up the hand with the unpolished nails. “I’ll try to do this one,” she said softly.
“Aww, sugar, don’t be so sad. Things are going to work out.”
“You don’t like Johnnie.”
“I don’t have a problem with him.” Roxy didn’t. It was some of the things he did that frustrated her. “He needs to handle his business differently. You told me he had a woman before he met Meggie.”
Kendall nodded.
“She went and married another motherfucker right under him. Johnnie didn’t even realize he was losing the girl, until she was already lost. That had to have affected him. Then, he lost Meggie to Outlaw.”
“He never had Meggie! According to her, she only had eyes for that barbarian.”
“According to everybody, Kendall, so drop your attitude. You know the point I’m making has nothing to do with Meggie and everything to do with Johnnie’s choices. After losing two women he was into, he found you. He’s bending over backwards to keep you. But he’s doing it all wrong. The things he needs to let you figure out on your own, he interferes and the places he should step in, he backs off. The man’s all upside down. He gave his fucking balls to you and can’t get them back. He’s fucking up so he’s fucking you up.”
“I resent that! My husband has very big balls, thank you very much. He protects me.”
“No, baby, he coddles you, especially with the women. Instead of letting you handle shit on your own between them, he opens his big fucking mouth and yaps away. When he needs to tell you to fuck off and sit down somewhere, he gives in to you. Take his beer for instance. The man stopped drinking it for an entire year because you didn’t like it. Well, sugar, it wasn’t going down your gullet. He should’ve told you to fuck off then instead of giving you your way for something so fucking silly and suffering.”
“Christopher would’ve given beer up for Meggie!”
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