Page 22 of Misrule
He stared at her and then burst out laughing. “My God, where did that come from. Are you sure you’re not going to go into fits for making that statement?”
Picking up a small pillow from the sofa, she threw it at him. He ducked and laughed more.
“Shut up,” she ordered, her own laughter bubbling up.
He walked to her and pulled her into his arms before claiming her mouth in a deep kiss.
“Where’d you ever get the damn idea you needed to ask me anything?” he asked between kisses.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “From Mama. She said it’s your day, too, and I was wrong not to…” she cleared her throat… “Askyou.”
He tasted her lips again. “I thought Pearllene knew you better than that.”
“Mama doesn’t think I know how to handle men,” Roxy confessed. “She was just advising me so I wouldn’t fuck up our relationship.”
He rubbed his nose against hers. “You know how to handle me just fine. As a matter of fact, I think I need a little refresher on how well youhandleme.”
She giggled, feeling giddy and happy and content. “I’m all up for that,” she murmured, grinding against him.
“Uh uh,” a voice interrupted, scaring the fuck out of Roxy. She jumped out of Knox’s embrace.
Mortician stomped forward and grabbed Knox’s arm.
“Boy, what the fuck you think you doing?” Roxy shouted, as Knox struggled to yank himself away from Mortician’s grip.
“Getting him,” Mortician answered, jerking Knox to indicate him. “He keeping his cock to himself until he put a ring on it.”
“No fucking way!” Roxy shouted. “This shit is fucking ridiculous. I don’t know where the fuck you got this in your goddamn head.”
“This shit not up for negotiating, Roxanne,” he said, his ire turning to uncharacteristic sullenness. “He might get too used to the milk and run out to pasture before he walk you down the aisle. Don’t you know nothing, man? Suppose Knox decide to string you along, get pussy, never set a date, and just jet?”
Knox glared at Mortician.
“Knox would never do that,” Roxy protested. He was too much of an upstanding man to even dream of such bullshit.
“You never know,” Mortician insisted. “Maybe, he intend to have the longest fucking engagement in history.”
“You’re an asshole,” Knox gritted before Roxy had the chance to do so.
“I been called worse, son. No pussy ‘til you walk her down the aisle.”
Mortician’s words almost touched Roxy.Almost.“No pussy for him, mean no dick for me.”
“He lucky, Roxanne. I wouldn’t want to have to chop it off.”
Knox opened his mouth to speak but Roxy shouted, “I’d fucking kill you if you harmed his cock.”
“I’m not worried about that,” Mortician said in dismissal. “Me, Prez, John Boy, Val, and Digger, all decided he living at the club until you married. You’re going to be a wife now, not just a momma, momma-in-law, and grandmomma. You can’t live in no momma-in-law quarters no more. We got to have talks with him about if he want to build on club grounds or what. Basically, we going to be too busy getting him up to what we think you deserve. He has to live at the club.”
Mortician was absolutely serious.
“Sugar, Knox is all the man I need. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“We got to toughen him up a little bit.”
“He’s fine just the way he is!” Roxy yelled.
“Helloooo, I am right here,” Knox inserted.
