Page 79 of Misrule
Mortician snickered, then drove off. For laughing at his pain, Christopher intended to fuck Mort up. Later, though. Right now, he wanted to crawl to his gate but he forced himself to walk and punch in the code.
By the time he reached the back porch, sweat was popping from him and tears slid down his eyes.
He took slow, measured steps through the mudroom and into the kitchen. He thanked whatever motherfucker was watching over him that Megan wasn’t in the room and dropped onto the nearest stool. Grunting, he braced his elbows on the counter and grabbed paper napkins to wipe his sweat and tears, then bowed his head.
“Hey, you.”
Her sweet voice floated to him, a moment before she laid her hand on his arm.
“Hey, baby,” he responded, turning his face to her and stealing a kiss.
She thumbed his lips. “I’ve been so worried about you,” she whispered in a trembling tone. “I haven’t heard from you in hours.”
He was in too much cock pain to feel fucking guilty. “I had some fuckin’ shit to deal with off the radar.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.
Stepping back, she eyed him, suspicion replacing her concern.
“I ain’t fuck no motherfucker up, Megan,” he said.
Relief brightened her eyes and she nodded. “Okay, I have your dinner plate all wrapped up. Let me warm it for you.” She headed to the stove.
He sighed. The last thing he wanted was food. “I ain’t hungry, baby.”
“You ate already?”
“Something like that,” he answered, then quickly changed the subject. He rarely ever ate any place but home if she wasn’t with him. “Where the kids, baby?” The house was very fucking quiet, the biggest clue him and Megan was alone.
“CJ, Rory, Lou and Ryan are with Fee, Cash, and Stretch. Rebel is at Bailey’s with Matilda and Harley, and the rest of the kids are at Bunny and Digger’s house.
She leaned against the counter, across from him. “We have the house to ourselves,” she announced with a saucy little wink.
His dick twitched.
Motherfucker wasun-fucking-believable. For several hours, he’d given Christopher signs that he was wrecked.Ruined. All Megan had to do was hint at giving him her pussy and it was trying to stand up.
After the trauma his cock had suffered, how was that even possible?
He couldn’t think of a motherfucking thing to say. He certainly couldn’t say, yeah, come the fuck on, hop in my lap and ride my cock.
At his silence, she gave him a curious look. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re flushed and a little warm.”
“Just hot, baby. Central heat doin’ its job.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Heat isn’t on.”
Fuck, of course the motherfucker wasn’t. He couldn’t be that fucking lucky.
“You don’t look well,” she insisted.
He wasn’t feeling fucking well, either. But he needed to call Knox and see if he’d gotten all the surveillance equipment put up in Kendall’s house.
He supposed he’d have to build another safe house for Megan and his kids. The one Kendall was living in would be sold as soon as he got rid of her. Too many motherfuckers knew of its existence. He had to have a place for his family if the club’s grounds were ever compromised.
He also needed to call Emily and make sure she was ready to kick shit off.
Seeing as how he was keeping so much else from her, he supposed he should tell her about the surgery.
Maybe, if Megan agreed with him about how to take revenge on Kendall, he’d clue her in…No. She had too much of a soft heart. She wouldn’t want Kendall gaslighted.
