Page 64 of Misrule
“’Kay.”
Standing, Christopher dusted off his jeans, while CJ grabbed his hand and guided him to the extravagant fucking treehouse Megan had built for the children. It was split level—a mini mansion twenty-five feet from the forest floor and sitting amidst huge trees. He was glad he’d thought to have a delineated property line. Instead of open woods that would invade Val and Bitsy’s land, Christopher had fenced in acreage for each house. And, luckily, said acreage had huge fucking trees to hold huge fucking treehouses with a spiral staircase that CJ was currently bouncing up. Not wanting to frighten his boy from just being a little kid, he stayed close behind. If the little motherfucker fell back, Christopher would catch him.
CJ ran to the door and opened it. “Want to play hide and seek, ‘Law?” he asked, stepping in and skidding to a halt. He gasped as Christopher walked in and froze. “Dee! What you doing to Lyndsey?”
What was he doing to Lyndsey?What the fuck was he doing to Lyndsey?The question pounded through Christopher’s head as he took in the scene.
He was fucking her that’s what the fuck he was doing.
“CJ, go away,” Diesel ordered, then moved away from his girlfriend, allowing her swollen pussy to be shown to the world. “Uncle Chris!”
It dawned on Christopher to grab CJ and cover his eyes, while, he, too, turned the fuck around.
“I hope the fuck you on birth control, Lyndsey, cuz from what the fuck I saw Diesel ain’t covered his cock.”
“Condoms are annoying,” Diesel said.
“Your fuckin’ cock fallin’ the fuck off gonna be annoyin’ too.”
“Mr. Caldwell, please don’t tell my parents,” Lyndsey said.
Christopher rolled his eyes. “Is your pussy covered, cuz I sure the fuck ain’t interested in seein’ it again?”
She sniffled. “Y-yes, sir.”
“’Law, it smell funny in here and it’s hot.”
“It smell like musky dick and fucked pussy.”
A sob escaped Lyndsey. Christopher drew in a deep breath. He was failing this fucking test, but Diesel had shocked the fuck out of him. Yeah, he knew the motherfucker was fucking. He just didn’t fucking know the motherfucker was fucking in something that a kid could walk in on at any time. He probably needed to be more…moregentle, especially toward Lyndsey.
“Go upstairs, CJ,” Christopher instructed. “Ima be up in a few fuckin’ minutes.”
“The video game down here.”
“I know, son. Just go the fuck upstairs. I gotta talk to Diesel and Lyndsey.”
“Cuz her ‘gina was out?”
Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? And he knew just where the fuck CJ gotginafrom. “Yeah, boy, and it shouldna been out in here.”
“Why was it out and what was Dee doin’ to it?”
Gritting his teeth, Christopher thought quick. “We gonna talk later, CJ. Go up-fuckin-stairs.”
“’Kay.”
CJ’s motorcycle boots pounded on the wooden stairs, then stopped near the top. Crouching slightly, Christopher saw the top of the boots, resting on a stair. His boy had sat his little ass down to eavesdrop.
He turned. Lyndsey sat on the edge of the couch. The same place Diesel had been fucking her on. The only difference was she was dressed and tears were streaming down her face.
“I guess it’s time for a lecture,” Diesel said with resentment.
“What the fuck you think my ass gonna say?”
Diesel shrugged. “How I shouldn’t have brought her to CJ’s treehouse and how this belongs to him.”
“This not just for him.” He was the one who used it most, however.
