Page 35 of Misrule
Johnnie nodded. Once the guys cleared out, Christopher leaned against the island and grabbed the almost empty bottle of vanilla vodka and starbursts, swirling the contents.
He stared at Megan. She glowered. He grinned and winked at her.
“Only fuckin’ reason I ain’t cluein’ Mort the fuck in is cuz I’m so fuckin’ proud of you. You learnin’ so fuckin’ good.”
Megan pursed her pretty lips. “What are you talking about?”
“You plannin’ a sneak fuckin’ attack with Roxanne and the rest of the girls.”
Megan drew her brows together.
“Ain’t no use fuckin’ denyin’ it, baby. Some fuckin’ kinda way you helpin’ Roxanne get Harrington to her.”
She flushed, but didn’t answer.
Draining the bottle, he set it down and walked around to her side of the island, drawing her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head and she melted against him.
“Lemme see, since mosta the motherfuckers here, except Cash and Stretch, my guess is them motherfuckers helpin’.”
Silence.
“My guess is Roxanne ain’t knew of the plan ‘til some fuckin’ time tonight cuz she wouldna volunteered her fuckin’ place, yeah?”
She nodded.
Nosing her golden hair, he threaded his fingers through the silken strands, then took her face between his hands and kissed her lips.
“First, baby? When you fuckin’ schemin’ you gotta take all type of shit into account. Second, Knox the wrong motherfucker to try to help the fuck out. He ain’t gonna fuckin’ appreciate itandhe gonna lose valuable fuckin’ time bein’ a fuckin’ dumb ass. My bet instead of fuckin’ askin’ what the fuck goin’ on, he gonna be objectionin’ cuz he think he better than us.”
“I know Mortician has his reasons, Christopher, but Roxy misses Knox.”
He kissed her again. Her lips were just too fucking inviting to resist. “I’m sure she do, but, baby, she probably feel Mort right in some ways. Other-fuckin-wise, she woulda been tellin’ him to fuck himself.”
“Perhaps,” Megan said quietly. “Especially after Knox said all that about money. We almost changed our minds and called the whole thing off.”
Instead of answering, he bent and covered her mouth with his. She opened so sweetly for him, meeting his tongue with her own and standing on her tiptoes. Lifting her into his arms, he set her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and she deepened the kiss.
“I wanna fuck you,” he rasped, his hard cock threatening to burst his zipper.
“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed.
He laughed against her mouth, then forced himself to pull his lips away. “The idea for Roxanne to get some dick, baby. You gettin’ mine in a lil while.”
She stretched and thrust her tits out, tempting him with her hard nipples. “I want to ride you tonight.”
“After I fuck you hard, Megan,” he told her on a groan. “Right now, baby, I gotta go keep these motherfuckers here.” He licked the shell of her ear and she rewarded him with a little tremble.
“A couple of hours,” she said on a moan. “Enough time to get Knox to Roxy and then get him back to the club.”
He thumbed her nipples, kissed her once more, then stepped away from her. “Okay, baby.”
She licked her swollen lips. Passion darkened her blue eyes and flushed her face. “I’m going to make sandwiches.”
“Don’t fuckin’ bother, baby. Re-fuckin-lax ‘til I get the fuck upstairs. Ima talk to these motherfuckers.”
“Okay,” she said, trusting him to handle everything.
Hopping off the counter, she sashayed to the refrigerator. The swing of her hips made Christopher’s dick hurt he wanted inside of her so bad.
