A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) (43 page)

She planted a kiss in the bridge of his shoulder. A tall girl, the top of her head reached his nose. She slipped her hands in his pants, gripping his cock. “Come on,” she breathed, nipping his nipple.
 

He pulled her hands out of his pants and shoved her away. “Get fuckin’ dressed, Kiera.”
 

“You have something going on with…with—“ She jerked her head in the direction of his door, the place where Meggie had stood frozen, hurt. Not that he gave a fuck. He just needed to smooth this over with her so she wouldn’t be any trouble in the club. He’d hate to have to put her out.
 

“I’m givin’ you two bitches a fuckin’ choice,” he snarled. “You can be Megan’s friend and look out for her or I’m barrin’ you cunts from ever settin’ foot in here again.”
 

Christopher saw the wheels in Kiera’s head turning. She stared at him through her lashes, scheming. He wasn’t having it.
 

“If you accept my offer and you backstab me, I’m gonna bury you two.”
 

She blinked at his harsh tone. He ignored it.
 

“Meetin’s goin’ on here tomorrow. Megan needs to leave for a while.” He’d called Zoann but she’d help only if Christopher agreed to turn in his patch. He’d offered to drop Megan off and walk out of her life if Zoann allowed Megan to move in with her. Christopher had promised to pay Zoann’s mortgage as long as Meggie lived with her. He thought Zoann would be a good influence on her. He’d forgotten what a grudge holding bitch she could be.  He’d hung up and decided to enlist Kiera and Ellen.
 

“Bar us? You don’t mean that.”
 

“The fuck I don’t, Kiera. If you make Megan cry, hurt her pretendin’ we more than we are, make her feel anythin’ other than at ease and safe, you gonna be some sorry bitches.”
 

“Ellen said you had your nose shoved up that girl’s pussy. I guess she was right.”
 

“Whatever the fuck I have with
that girl
ain’tcha fuckin’ business.”
 

She sucked in a breath. “You really like her, don’t you?”
 

He shrugged and went to his safe. The safe Snake knew about but left untouched. Christopher counted out some bills and handed them to Kiera. “Be here bright and early tomorrow. Bring her to the mall. She needs new clothes. Let her buy whatever the fuck she wants. I’m thinkin’ about goin’ to Long Beach. See my mother.” But more importantly… “Get Megan the fuck away from here.”
 

Kiera fisted her hand around the money, then kissed his lips and smiled at him. “Megan’s a lucky girl. I just hope she can handle you.”
 

Christopher laughed. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
 

Without speaking, Kiera began to dress, casting confused glances his way. Not only did she look bewildered, she also looked hurt. He wasn’t about to deal with two emotional bitches, so he folded his arms and waited until she left before making his way to his room.
 

He turned the knob and found it locked. Scowling, he pounded on the door. “Open the fuckin’ door, Megan.”
 

She couldn’t really think to lock him out of his own fucking room, could she? He lifted his fist to pound again when the door opened. While she stomped away, he stepped in and locked it behind him, staring at the books and magazines stacked on his bed. He recognized them as the ones he’d bought her the other night. Next to that was her backpack.
 

She swiped the back of her hand across each cheek. “I-I will be gone just as soon as I figure out what to d-do with my books and stuff.” She sniffled.
 

“What were you doin’ in my office?”
 

“I’m sick of being in here,” she spat, her look shooting fiery daggers at him. “I sat in your office yesterday to eat. I-I didn’t think there would be a problem doing the same thing today.”
 

He stalked to her, pretending he didn’t give a fuck to see her things spread out. “Obviously, you were wrong.”
 

Her lower lip trembled. “Obviously, I was,” she whispered.
 

“Where you goin’?”
 

She shrugged, then spun away from him. “I’ll find someplace.”
 

Her little ass outlined his pants as she bent over. Cheeky little bitch, wearing his clothes without his permission. “Sit. I’m gonna shower. Don’t fuckin’ move. If I have to go lookin’ for you, I think I’ll beat you,” he growled. He was angry he’d hurt her and angry he gave a fuck.
 

Twenty minutes later, a towel wrapped around his hips, he found Megan on the bed, arms crossed, glowering in his direction. Until she saw his state of undress. She turned red and lowered her lashes, but she didn’t look away. Her gaze fastened to one particular part of him and that part jumped. He dropped his towel and her eyes widened. She licked her lips.
 

A slow burn percolated in his balls and fanned out into every inch of his body. He’d warned her until he was blue as a fucking Smurf. Whatever starry-eyed shit swirling in her head made her not believe his words. Why, he didn’t have a fucking clue. He knew who the fuck he was better than anybody.
 

He’d try one more fucking time. Pulling the last shreds of decency from his soul, he walked to her and crouched in front of her, his manner casual, when all he wanted to do was throw her down and fuck her for hours. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
 

“I ain’t a fuckin’ gentleman, Megan. The closest I’ve come is with you. Then you barge in my office in the middle of a down stroke. Runnin’ away with those fuckin’ blue eyes of yours filled with tears and shit. All kinds of shit I ain’t supposed to recognize but I did anyway cuz I have fuckin’ sisters.” Even if he didn’t, he’d still recognize Megan’s hurt. She’d reached him that deeply. “Ain’t ever recognized that shit on any other girl but them. And now you.” He stroked her soft cheek, stained pink, warm beneath his caress. She sighed and leaned into his touch. “I ain’t gonna say this shit but one fuckin’ more time, so listen. You in my bed. If I sleep in here, we’re fuckin’. Ain’t no ifs or buts about it. So you think long about that before you answer me. If I leave, I’m gonna go fuck Kiera and—“ The name Ellen died on his lips. Megan didn’t need to be subjected to shit that sordid. At the moment, Ellen just looked like a jealous bitch. “If I walk out, you ain’t got shit to say about who I fuck.”
 

“Where have you been for the past three days?”
 

He frowned at her and dropped his hand. He’d been taking care of things, but he’d also gone to the cemetery and ordered a headstone for Boss. He didn’t have a casket to put in the ground, but Megan needed a place to visit her daddy. If Outlaw could give her nothing else, he could give her that. Not that she had to know anything until the headstone was placed or what it had cost him to get a headstone for an empty grave when everyone knew who he was. Who Joseph Foy had been.  “My whereabouts the past three days ain’tcha business.”
 

Her shoulders drooped. Fuck him, why did he have to notice every detail about her?
 

She cleared her throat. “So if we make lo—“
 

“Fuck,” he corrected, wrestling with his need to keep some distance and his desire to make her happy.
 

She looked away, her eyes watering again, then nodded. “That’s all we’ll do? I-I mean I-I can’t be your girlfriend?”
 

“Old lady,” he amended. Confusion knit her brow and he sighed. He’d never worked so hard for pussy. But he wanted her pussy. No doubt about it. “Around here you ain’t a girlfriend. You an old lady. Don’t matter how old you are. It’s a term of respect.”
 

“Oh.”
 

“And, no, you wouldn’t be my old lady.”
 

She chewed on her lower lip. “What would I be?”
 

“Some ass, I guess.”
 

His answers wasn’t making her so happy.  Tough shit. Her fucking questions wasn’t making him happy. She wanted a relationship. Relationships meant obligations and obligations meant commitment.
 

She sucked in a breath and those damnable eyes of hers, the eyes that saw past his outer shell, clouded. “Th-that means anybody could do that with me?”
 

   That’s what it
should
mean. Ass was ass, passed around from one brother to the next, as the mood hit. The thought of another fucker touching Megan sent murderous fury through him. But he wouldn’t tell that shit to her. “Not if you don’t want. You’ll only be my ass ‘til we straighten shit out.”
 

“Would you still sleep with other ladies?”
 

Ladies, huh?
“Probably.”
Not.
Bitches were brutal. If he still dicked other bitches, they’d eat Megan alive and spit her out. She was too fucking naïve and they’d attack her like a feral wolf pack. As it was, he’d have to put the word out to more than just Kiera and Ellen. Megan was fucking off-limits to all that catty bullshit.
 

Christopher stood and her eyes rounded at his fully erect cock. He wondered what about his dick fascinated her so much. But, then, she reached out a trembling hand to touch it and he really didn’t give a fuck.
 

She stroked him, light and unsure. His dick throbbed and her gaze flew to his, her little hand hovering just above his hardness. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock, reveling in her fluttery touches, needing to get inside of her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and moved her onto her back. All the while his mouth ravished hers and he was moving over her to cover her with his body.
 

He’d never tasted a mouth as fucking sweet as hers. He delved his tongue in, sipping from her, devouring her. His hand moved down, felt the tie around his pants covering her pretty little ass. He paused, glanced down at her clothes and shook his head. It wasn’t as if she’d fucking need clothes for the rest of the night. Tomorrow, he’d get her some shit.
 

He untied her makeshift belt and inserted his hand into the waistband, finding her bare. He supposed she hadn’t been able to find underwear. Easy access. All the better for him.
 

She froze when his finger caressed her slit.
 

“What?”
 

“He liked his hands there,” she said quietly.
 

He
being her fucking stepfather. He’d deal with that fucker. He rubbed her nose with his, using his forefinger to caress her with the barest touch.
 

He slid his finger over her again and she moaned.
 

“If you want me to stop all you gotta do is tell me, baby.” He thrust his tongue back into her mouth and feasted upon her lips for a minute before pulling away. His finger had found her feminine folds. He wanted to sing a chorus of hallelujahs at how ready for him he found her. Wet, hot, and tight, her pussy was his own personal Promised Land. He hoped like fuck she didn’t halt him. But he’d do whatever she wanted. “Like now. You want me to stop rubbing your pussy, just tell me.” He twisted his thumb against her clit as he breathed those words against her ear.
 

She whimpered.
 

He laughed and kissed her again, speeding up his moving finger, adding a second when her hands went to his hair and combed through his locks. He bared the lower half of her body and shoved the shirt she wore above her breasts, laying his hand against the flatness of her belly, nearly covering her. In contrast to his big, tanned, hand, her body was golden, perfect. He kissed around her belly button, her pubic bone, her soft, blonde pussy hair before going to the inside of her thigh and licking the tender skin there. He spread her thighs wide and bent his head, tonguing her pussy in one, long slow lick. She moaned. He lifted her up to him, settling her ass cheeks in his palms. He licked her, concentrating on her clit, wanting her to come to make his passage inside her easier. He glanced up and saw she’d lifted up on her elbows to watch him eating her. He surmised she saw his mouth consuming her sweet, pink flesh, his black hair dark against her champagne colored skin, his jaw with five o’clock shadow rough looking next to her golden curls.
 

She trembled against his tongue and arched up, her nipples hard points. He licked her through her orgasm before kissing his way back up her body and removing the shirt she wore. His clothes had swallowed her, he thought as he took her mouth again, curling his tongue around hers, filling her mouth with her own sweet muskiness.
 

He rolled onto her, lost in the blueness of her eyes, determined to ignore the trust in them. He parted her thighs with his hips and settled himself between her legs, not losing the connection of their mouths. He pushed his cock into her, not yet reaching her cherry. He went deeper and found the barrier. He swallowed, realizing he didn’t want to hurt her. Unfortunately, to fuck her, he
had
to hurt her this time. If the thought of another man having his cock in her didn’t infuriate him, he’d get up now. But
he
had to be the one to do this. Couldn’t imagine anybody else.
 

He spread her legs wider, kissed her deeper, and surged into her, burying himself fully inside of her. He caught her scream in his mouth, cursing to himself when her body stiffened beneath his. He groaned at the tight grip of her pussy around his dick.
 

He tore his mouth from hers, breathing hard. “You gotta relax, Megan,” he whispered, threading his hands with hers. “It ain’t gonna stop hurtin’ if you stay so tense.”
 

She whimpered.
 

“Relax, baby.” He kissed her temple, her hairline, swiped her tears away. “Relax.”
 

In slow degrees, her body loosened beneath his and her hands fluttered across his back, sending goose bumps along his skin. He began to move inside her, slow, deep strokes into her snug, little body. Stretched around him, wet and hot, she drove him to hard thrusts. He inserted his hand between them, found her clit and fingered her. His own release was near, but he wanted her to come first. She twisted against him, jerking her hips, and crying out.