Page 11 of Misrule
So far, it hadn’t for her. And for him? The goddamn nightmares commenced. They were relentless, pussifying him more than Megan already had. Now, he had some old dogs on her detail, whether she liked it or not. They’d sooner cut off their fucking cocks, then let anything happen to her.
She moved, and he peeped over his shoulder in time to see her sit up and turn on the lamp on her side of the bed. The motherfucker she kept on at night was across the fucking room. It would’ve been harder than a motherfucker for him to sleep with a light shining in his fucking face from either side of the bed. But did it really fucking matter? As long as she was happy.
He rested his elbows on his knees again and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Another nightmare?” she asked.
“Yeah, baby. This time, you was in a pool of blood. Still deader than fuck. Just surrounded by rivers of red.”
More movement behind him. Moments later, she skimmed her fingers over his bare back. Chills rose up on his skin, her touch the balm he needed to soothe all his hurts.
“Roxy thinks what I’m doing is a good idea,” she told him.
Christopher grunted. His visit to Knox in the early morning hours after the Big Argument had happened almost twenty-four hours ago. As far as he knew, Roxanne and Knox hadn’t made up.
“What kind of message would I send to CJ if I cowered insideorif every time I left the grounds, I needed to be surrounded by security.”
“The motherfuckin’ message you wanna stay a-fuckin-live,” Christopher snapped, tired and cranky. Mortician had been in a fucked-up mood because Bailey had been crying most of the day. Val was upset because Zoann was angry over his interference. Roxanne looked as if she’d been weeping with her eyes all red and shit. Johnnie went from joking to annoyed to boo-hooey. And Christopher was determined to get fucking rid of Kendall once and for fucking all. He needed cooperationsome-fucking-wherein his life. Why not his wife? What the fuck was wrong with his girl? “It would fuckin’ show you thinkin’ about your fuckin’ safety, Megan.”
“No, it would show I’m allowing maniacs to dictate how I live. How to be your wife. The kids’ mom. Imagine the worry you’d feel if I didn’t want to go anywhere because of fear?”
Truth. How-fucking-ever, his worry didn’t lessen with things as they were. Maybe, hewouldbe more concerned if she cowered at the thought of going places. Right now, though, he preferred if she stayed home. How could he get her to cooperate?
He wanted her alive. Safe. Unharmed. No matter the cost.
He released a frustrated growl. “Fuck, Megan, you fuckin’ listened to my ass and stayed the fuck home when you was filled with my kids.” He shoved aside the thought taunting him.
The one that kept showing itself and then running away like a scared motherfucker.
Dick snip.
Dick snip flip.
Dick pain.
Balls swollen.
No fucking. For days.
Megan kissed his jaw, rubbing her soft cheek against the bristles on his face. Her sweet scent invaded his nostrils and his cock jumped. She rose up behind him and put her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her golden hair tickled the places on his body that it touched.
She was warm. Vital. Alive.
And, fuck, he wanted to keep it that fucking way.
“Christopher,” she whispered, her breath fanning his ear. “I was pregnant. I know how much you worry about me because of my risks. I also didn’t want to do anything to put our babies at risk. Besides, if I’m pregnant and get into some type of trouble with club enemies, I can’t do much to try and defend myself.”
What the fuck was she talking about? “Your lil’ fuckin’ ass wasn’t pregnant this time and you was taken,” he grouched.
“CJ was with me,” she reminded him, her gentleness soothing his turmoil.
“Why the fuck you gotta be such a stubborn lil motherfucker, huh, Megan?”
Instead of answering, she leaned forward and kissed his jaw again.
“I’m sooo sorry, Christopher,” she crooned, not sorry at all. She tickled the hair at his nape with a soft caress. “Maybe, I can find a way to make it up to you?”
Her words stiffened his cock. She slid around him, trailing the silk of her hair behind her. Pausing, she kissed his stomach, then continued onto her knees. Her beautiful blue eyes met his and she grabbed his throbbing dick.
