Page 274 of Remiss
McCall wouldn’t have been able to make anything go boom-boom-pow. But Ghost could’ve made his appearance. His road name because of his sniping abilities.
“Hey, Dad—” Stopping next to him, CJ abruptly halted and gaped at the fucking bed.
“Exfuckinxactly,” Christopher grouched. “Either I gotta wake them up, carry them one at a fuckin’ time, or get help.” He sidled a glance at his boy. “I guess you know what fuckin’ option I chose.”
“About what…?” Diesel’s voice trailed off as he halted on Christopher’s other side. “What the fuck?”
Christopher nodded. “Start gettin’ them the fuck out,” he said, although Diesel had already started for the bed.
He expected the motherfucker to go to Rebel. Instead, he went to Ransom. Or Ransom’s side. He reached over the kid and scooped Axel into his arms.
Axel lifted his head, and Christopher cursed.
“Diesel,” Axel said groggily.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Ax. Go back to sleep.”
“K.” He laid his head on Diesel’s shoulder and released a snore.
“Be back, Uncle Christopher,” Diesel said.
“What the fuck just happened, Dad?”
“Don’t know. Don’t give a fuck right now.”
He didn’t trust Diesel not to try to throw Christopher off a little more and pretend he’d gotten fucking sense about the Rebel situation. Which reminded him. He needed to turn those fucking second-floor cameras on again. With Rebel and Megan gone, he’d gone back to the original ones for safety measures. The others were there to catch a stupid motherfucker.
CJ scooped Rebel into his arms. She didn’t open her eyes. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
Two down. Three to go.
“What Diesel said, Dad,” CJ said cheekily.
In other fucking words, he was coming back.
Christopher snickered. Tomorrow, at breakfast, he’d ask CJ about the Harley situation. Late Friday, Mort had called him and told him everything about Dead One and Dead Two. He was so fucking proud of CJ and Megan’s, “make sure he’s careful,” didn’t surprise Christopher when he’d told her about the call right after he'd hung up.
Diesel and CJ trooped back in.
“Get Gunner, CJ,” Christopher instructed, heading to Ransom, while Diesel took Ryder.
Ten minutes later, he did a do-over, walking into his room, and finding his Megan alone in their bed. She was still asleep, so he undressed and slipped in beside her, pulling her into his arms.
Automatically, she curled into him, and he closed his eyes, reveling in her. He nuzzled her ear, pressed his hard cock against her pretty ass, wishing she hadn’t had a bedful of lil’ motherfuckers so she could’ve been naked.
Still, when he turned her onto her back, lifted her nightgown above her waist, and rolled onto her, she opened her thighs, welcoming him even in sleep.
He kissed her deeply, closing his eyes, drowning in her scent and taste. Slowly, her fingers began to move over his skin, skirting along the valley of his spine, caressing his shoulders.
When he lifted his head and looked at her, he wasn’t surprised to find her too-blue eyes on him,thatlook on her face. Showing him, without words, how fucking much she loved and adored him.
He kissed her again, sank into her wet pussy, and groaned. He wanted to worship her body for hours. They’d done more than their fair share of fucking since she came home Wednesday, but not the way she deserved as his everything.
Tonight was a quick fuck because he loved her pussy. He loved fucking and eating her. He lovedher.
A few minutes later, Megan lay in the crook of his arms, listening as he filled her in on Molly’s rescue.
“Oh, yeah, baby. When Easton released, Ima bring that motherfucker straight to the meatshack. Just want you to know. You got any advice on how to fuck him up?”
