Page 12 of Misrule
“I love you, Christopher,” she murmured, wrapping her lips around his cock and holding his gaze.
He grabbed handfuls of her hair. “I love you, too, baby.”
His cock filled her mouth so she didn’t respond. She always sucked him off after his nightmares. If there was any benefit from the bad dreams, Megan blowing him was it. To-fucking-night, though, she was also trying to distract him from his need to have her escorted wherever she went.
Little bitch.
She’d won this fucking battle. Buthe’dwin the goddamn war and he’d do it however the fuck he had to.
In the meantime, he laid back on the bed and lost himself in the warmth of Megan’s mouth sucking him off.
Chapter Four
Spine straight, Knox walked into the clubhouse, later that evening, meeting every gaze that landed on him. Which was virtually everyone in the crowded place. And almost all of them had witnessed the big blowup between him and Roxanne.
Not to mention his face looked like a bruised and bloated cow stomach with the reminders of the beating Outlaw gave him yesterday.
“Nobody want you here, Knox,” a voice sneered.
Himself included.
If he didn’t love Roxanne so much—if he wasn’t looking forward to making her his wife—he would’ve left. He was a Harrington; he didn’t have to suffer such indignities.
Except he did. Because he adored Roxanne and would be lost without her. He had every confidence that she wouldn’t allow Mortician’s shenanigans to last too long. Just enough to appease his oversized ego.
Knox didn’t know most of these people. Didn’t care to know anyone here. But they were all dangerous, so he must not underestimate them. They’d jump on any weakness.
“Talk to Outlaw,” Knox responded with cool authority. “Hesaid I’m welcomed here. Megan has prepared a room for me.”
“I’msaying you’re welcomed here, too,” Johnnie called from somewhere behind him.
Despite how annoyed he was with Johnnie, Knox almost sagged in relief at hearing a friendly voice. Looks filled with resentment followed him as he made his way to the table he always sat at with Roxanne.
He stopped himself from taking a seat, as he usually would. Was he even allowed? She hadn’t called him since he’d last seen her, which Knox resented. She owed him an apology. Didn’t she?
“Sit,” Johnnie encouraged, setting an expensive bottle of scotch, along with two plastic cups, on the table.
Plastic cupsfor an expensive scotch. The travesty.
Scowling, Knox sat and watched as Johnnie poured each of them scotch in a plastic cup. Here he thought Johnnie had class. This was the first time Knox observed how uncouth Johnnie could be. Was it due to Kendall’s absence?
“Who got to you?” Johnnie asked, taking his own seat.
Knox sipped his alcohol. “Outlaw.”
“He has a special spot for Roxanne. He’ll never admit it but he sees her as a mother figure. Not only to the guys, but to him, too.”
Knox grunted. “Wasn’t over Roxanne. It was because of CJ.”
“Cardinal rule, Knox. Don’t talk about CJ and don’t talk about Megan.”
The words almost mirrored Outlaw’s. That didn’t stop Knox’s scowl. “Might I remind you Kendall almostpunchedCJ. What did Outlaw do? Gave her a house and license to practice law. Bygones were bygones.”
On the surface, anyway. If Knox’s most recent meeting with Outlaw had shown him anything, it was that Outlaw didn’t forget and he didn’t forgive.
“It seems bygones are bygones, Knox. But he let Kendall off too easily.” Johnnie emptied his cup and poured another drink for himself. “If Kendall would just fucking behave…It might be too late, though. I think her days are numbered.” A bleak sigh escaped him. “What do I do? She almost got me killed. Almost got Megan killed. I’m so fucking tired of her bullshit.”
“You’re leaving her to her fate?” Knox asked in surprise.
