Misappropriate (3 page)

As well he fucking should. “No fuckin’ way,” Christopher snarled. He looked at the three of them. He might not have understood every-fucking-thing they were thinking, but one thing he did read was the truth in Digger’s words. He shoved the man away, knocking him into a table overflowing with glasses and surrounded by bikers with women in their laps. Not that he gave a fuck.

When he reached his office, Megan sat on the floor and already had CJ in the baby thing, rocking him back and forth and cooing to him. CJ was wide awake and playing with some little noisy cloth motherfuckers that amused the shit out of his boy.

Some of Christopher’s anger and bad mood evaporated seeing the two of them. The tightness in his chest eased up and he closed the door behind him. She looked up, her gaze roaming from his head to his boots. He supposed she was checking for signs that he’d kicked the shit out of the fucker who’d been calling out to her.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“You tell me. Every-fuckin-thing okay, Megan?”

“Of course. We’ll be married in
church
in a month. As far as I’m concerned, everything is great.”

He glowered at her, the lamplight gleaming off her diamond and sapphire wedding set depending on which way she moved her slim hand. “So why the fuck Digger talkin’ about you goin’ to some fuckin’ airport?”

“Moron,” she mumbled around a groan. Unfastening CJ, she scooped him up and hopped to her bare feet. The tips of her hair skimmed her waist and her tits twitched the ears of some ugly fucking dog on her T-shirt with each breath she took. “Me and the baby are going to Seattle tomorrow, Christopher.”

Instead of commenting, he made his way to his seat and dropped into it, glad she’d put his tequila bottle close. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions nor did he want to get into a screaming match with her. She was the only one who always found a way to win against him all the fucking time, he thought sourly.                           

“What the fuck you gotta do in fuckin’ Seattle on such short notice?”

“Nothing much,” she admitted. “I’m going to visit Lacey and Farrah. Mama’s coming with me, too.” She shifted her weight and lowered her lashes. “I-I just want to be out of your way, so you can enjoy your bachelor party.”             

“What the fuck make you think I’m gonna enjoy it with you three hundred fuckin’ miles away?”

“The time apart will do us good. You don’t let me or the baby very far out of your sight and—“

“And what? I didn’t realize you wanted to be away from me for a long time? The last time I left you alone, you was fuckin’ pissed that I did and your feelings were fuckin’ hurt. Next time I left you alone, you ended up with a fuckin’ knife plunged in your chest. I thought I was fuckin’ doin’ what the fuck you wanted by keepin’ you fuckin’ close.”

Having her near all the time was certainly what
he
wanted. That she felt different shocked the shit out of him.

“You left me for three weeks. Remember?” she huffed.

That was old news. Her sudden decision to leave
now
had nothing to do with his decision to leave her
then.

She bounced CJ on her hip in agitation. “This is just two days and I’m doing it
for
you.”

Something wasn’t fucking right. He wasn’t sure what. But this fucking idea came out of no-fucking-where when Megan had had every-fucking-thing planned right down to the little pillow things the little kids would carry. Now, she was suddenly flying to Seattle to see two bitches who was supposed to be flying to Hortensia in two weeks for a final fitting?

He smelled a big fucking rat that stank to high fucking heaven.

But from the set of her jaw and the determination in her eyes, he knew he wouldn’t get her to budge on her decision. He nodded. “Okay, baby. If that’s what you want. You have reservations already?”

“Um, yes.” She swallowed, a hint of uncertainty flashing in her eyes.

He had to remind himself she’d only turned nineteen several months ago. He’d already made her a mother and a wife, but that didn’t mean she still didn’t have some growing up to do herself. Besides, the words
bachelor party
put fear in the hearts of many women when it had to do with their man. He could only imagine how Megan was feeling given his history.

He winced. “What time your plane leavin’?”

“Nine tomorrow morning.”

“And you comin’ back the next day?”

“I couldn’t get a reservation then.” She sighed. “I have an early morning flight for the day after.”

“On fuckin’ Valentine’s Day?” he asked for clarification. She’d been killing herself to have the kitchen, dining room, and bedroom ready for the dinner she’d planned and…what the fuck was going on?

“I did the best I could,” she gritted, raising her chin. She’d gone from bouncing his son to alternating between kissing the top of his head and patting his back.

Muttering a curse, he got to his feet and took his son into his arms. CJ blinked, surprised at the sudden change in terrain, going from resting against Megan’s petite softness to being surrounded by Christopher’s muscles. The baby looked at Christopher’s shoulder and whined.

“I feel you, boy,” he said gruffly, kissing the tip of his nose. “You want your gorgeous momma not your big, ugly old man. But you ain’t goin’ to sleep any time soon and Daddy is about to burst out his fuckin’ pants—“

“Christopher!” Megan screeched behind him.

Ignoring her, he pulled open the door and carried his boy to the main room. Tonight, the Bobs were out. These were new chicks, not the ones who’d been sent to him for the final fucking interview a couple years ago. He’d fucking considered Megan when he’d passed the other bitches off to some other clubs and he didn’t need a degree in psychiatry to know seeing those bitches around all the time had fucked with Megan’s head.

He nodded here and there, clapped Derby on the back, and reached his destination. It was Johnnie’s turn to watch over CJ, so Christopher headed for his cousin when he  spotted him near the pool tables talking to May and Gurly, two girls who had elevated from infrequent visitors to regulars…aka…Club Ass.

May was the color of caramel with skin that looked edible. She had blonde streaked dark hair styled into little braids, while Gurly was older, about forty-five. If she was younger than that, then her life had been one rough motherfucker judging by the lines in her face and the bags under her eyes. She’d probably been pretty at one time but life had chewed her the fuck up and left…
her
.

Both May and Gurly smiled at him when he got to them. He nodded, then turned his attention to Johnnie.

“I need you to get to your room and look after my son until me and Megan can come get him.”

Johnnie finished his beer and wiped the froth from his lips, before whispering something to May and patting Gurly’s ass. He didn’t seem to mind that he’d have to leave behind some sure pussy. None of the guys did. They doted on his boy because they doted on his mother. Besides, as long as she was happy, Christopher was happy.

With the baby’s sitter seen to, he got back to his office—and found it empty. Was he ever getting Megan’s fucking pussy tonight? He thrust a frustrated hand through his hair and turned on his heel. A few moments later, he opened his door and walked inside the bedroom, hearing a hard guitar riff resounding from his CD player.

Megan rose to her knees in the middle of their bed, wearing nothing but a hot pink thong. She met his gaze, her blue eyes captivating him, and raising her hand to her breast before squeezing, for his pleasure because she disliked the sensation of the milk sliding down her champagne-colored skin. Thin lines on her belly, thighs, arms, and legs, reminded him of the cuts she’d given herself to cope with all the bullshit that had been going on in her life at one time. She had the slightest little belly pooch left over from her pregnancy that Christopher only noticed because
she
pointed it out. Where pussy was concerned, size, age, or race had never mattered to him. Add in how much he loved Megan, she could’ve turned into the female version of the Incredible Hulk and he still would’ve wanted to be with her. Seeing her now, in nothing but her thong, made his dick turn to stone. She was teasing him with her body, taunting him with the vibrating lead guitar, and increasing his suspicions that some bullshit was going on.

He wouldn’t bring the shit up
now
. He wanted to fuck her too bad.

Only about fifteen footsteps separated him from her but, by the time he sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt, cut, and belt was already off and his pants were unzipped. He didn’t waste time getting everything else off, her hands roaming his body and the kisses she planted along the way ratcheting up his need for her to animalistic. With a hard pull, he ripped off her thong.

He turned and guided her back onto the pillows, climbing over her and pressing his cock stand against her belly. He took her mouth in a hard kiss, spreading his fingers through her pussy curls and tasting her tongue with his, wanting to devour her. Still kissing her, he opened her pussy lips and thumbed her clit, slipping one finger into her. She was slick and hot, ready for him. He added another finger and she groaned against his mouth, lifted her hips, searching for her orgasm.

For some reason, he was fucking pissed with her. No, not
some
fucking reason.
One
fucking reason. She’d decided to go to Seattle without even asking him if he
wanted
her away for his bachelor party. She fucking knew him. If he didn’t fucking want her there, he would’ve told her to get the fuck away while his party was going on. Even more fucked up was, if he
had
told her he wanted her gone, she would’ve turned into a jealous little bitch and would’ve been madder than a motherfucker.

He brought her to the brink of coming before pulling his hand away. Her dazed eyes and swollen mouth made him grit his teeth against plunging into her and letting her come all over his dick.

“Christopher,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. I want you inside me.”

He kissed the tender skin behind her ear and slid his tongue across her throat. “You like my dick, dontcha, Megan?”

“Yes.”

Oh, yeah, in-fucking-deed, she did. She twisted and pushed her pussy against his thigh, grinding against him.

“That ain’t my dick, Megan,” he pointed out, unable to hold back his laughter. He grabbed her hips and stilled them. His cock throbbed. Demanding he shove this bullshit aside until after he got inside Megan.

She growled in frustration, her hazy passion deserting her when she lifted her head and glanced at him, her hair pooling onto the pillow, her body already flushed from arousal. “You’re angry.”

“No fuckin’ shit, genius.” He glared at her, refusing to allow her big, blue eyes to suck him in. “If I woulda told your fuckin’ ass to leave, you woulda turned into some psycho bitch. Yet, you make that fuckin’ decision and I’m supposed to be fuckin’ happy about it.”

“You’re so frustrating,” she complained, flopping her head down. “If I would’ve stayed here for your bachelor party, everyone would’ve accused me of being clingy and not wanting you to have fun. Not trusting you.”

“Fuck everyone,” he yelled, his eyes drawn to her opened thighs and her glistening pussy, begging to be licked. “I’ve made up my fuckin’ mind and you ain’t fuckin’ leavin’. Case fuckin’ closed.”

She blinked and narrowed her eyes, her entire body stiffening. Fuck him. He knew the belligerence dropping into her features. His nostrils flared, her anger overwhelming him with the need to possess her.

“
What
did you just say, jerk?”

He threw her a dirty look, fisting his hands so he wouldn’t pin her arms above her head and fuck her senseless. “As if you didn’t fuckin’ hear me.”

She scrambled up, her breasts heavy with milk, her nipples swollen. The sight of her golden pussy hair, wetness glistening off the curls closest to her cunt lips and her thighs, made his mouth water.

“You don’t own me, Christopher. I’m your wife, not your child. I love you as a grown woman, not a little girl.”

He scowled. “I know what the fuck you are, Megan.”

She raised her chin and folded her arms, lifting her succulent tits. “You can’t stop me from going wherever I want to go.”

He glowered at the ceiling, unsure why he was acting like such a controlling motherfucker with her.
Well
…Okay, so, maybe, he was
slightly
controlling where Megan was concerned, but, fuck him, he didn’t want anything to happen to her. She crossed over him, her intent to get out of the bed quite clear.

Nope, wouldn’t fucking happen.

Before her feet hit the floor, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back against him. She tried to squirm away but he pinned her arms above her head, flattening his other hand against her belly to hold her in place. Nothing worked until he bent his head and suckled one of her nipples. Hard.

She groaned and arched her back. Her milk was sweet and watery and the way her body provided for their son fascinated the fuck out of him. Assured of her compliance, he released her arms, still latched onto her nipple, and spread her legs.

His kissed his way down her belly, grasping some of her pussy hair between his teeth and tugging.

“Christopher.”

He ran his nose along her seam, smelling her essence. “Ain’t nothin’ I love more than eatin’ this pussy, Megan.” He ran his tongue along the same path his nose had taken and she shivered against him. Opening her lips, he licked her tender pink flesh, swirling his tongue around her clit, inserting it into her pussy and lapping her inner folds. “I could worship at the feast of Megan’s pussy for hours.” He wrapped his lips around her little clit and sucked, careful not to bite to hard, but still applying pressure. She trembled against him and he worked his mouth, tongue, and teeth faster until her pussy juice dripped down his chin and her breath was nothing but short, little pants and cries.

Fuck, his balls were so full, the moment he buried himself in Megan he would fill her up with his cum. But, fuck, if it wasn’t worth it, to have her body flushed and limp beneath him, sweetly open to take every inch of him inside her. He inched back up her body, kissing every patch of skin he met, until his body covered hers. Bracing on one arm, his other hand met hers at his dick and they guided him to her entrance. He thrust into her and grunted at her wet heat. She dug her nails into his biceps and canted her hips.