“Bar us? You don’t mean that.”
“The fuck I ain’t meanin’ it, Kiera. If you make Megan cry, hurt her pretendin’ we more than we is, 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 got 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. “Get here bright and early tomorrow. Bring her to the mall. She need new clothes. Let her buy whatever the fuck she want. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout 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 gonna see, ain’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 was 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 was 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 gotta 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 my ass came be 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 got 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 here, we fuckin’. Ain’t no ifs or buts ‘bout it. So think long ‘bout 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 ‘bout 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. She never needed to know 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 where’bouts 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. “Round here you ain’t a girlfriend. You a old lady. Don’t matter how old you is. It’s a term of respect.”
“Oh.”
“And, no, you ain’t gonna 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 ain’t wantin’. You gonna 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 chicks, 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 untie
d 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 cunt 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 rubbin’ your pussy, 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 eat 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 nobody 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.
He came hard, growling her name and shaking as his seed poured into her.
Breathing heavily, he turned over and drew her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head, not sure what to say, feeling the weight of Boss’s murder more than ever.
MEGGIE RESTED HER HEAD IN the crook of Christopher’s arm. He’d been silent for the last half hour and, although she’d never admit it to him, twinges of shyness made topics of conversation difficult to think about. She knew he wasn’t feeling shy at all. He’d done this many times before, so he wasn’t awkward or sore or afraid. They were lovers. So now what?
Christopher made it clear he was making love to her because she slept in his bed. She shifted in his arm, turning on her side and facing away from him. She could just as well have been any other woman. Kiera, Ellen, or any of the other ladies who hung around. After what they’d just shared, the thought hurt her. She knew it shouldn’t because he hadn’t lied to her about anything.
She’d been drifting since she’d run away, the plans she’d made for her life a faraway dream. Instead of preparing for college, she’d been homeless. Instead of waiting for the man she’d spend her life with to take her virginity, she was now some ass.
What did that even mean? Christopher could have sex with her whenever he wanted? She didn’t know. Neither did she know how long she’d stay around now that Christopher had made love to her. She wouldn’t be able to stand watching him with other women. If she saw Kiera, Meggie would always believe she was there for Christopher.
“Now what?” she asked quietly since Christopher seemed content to say nothing.
Christopher’s arms enveloped her and he threw one of his legs over hers. He nuzzled her hair. “Now we fuck again,” he said hoarsely, palming her breasts.
Meggie wiggled in his arms and turned to face him. A half grin curved his mouth, his eyes dark and heavy lidded. He knew her question meant more than his simple reply. Then, again, he’d already given his answer before they made love and he didn’t intend to change his mind.
Christopher rolled onto her and settled his hand on her hip, his erection thick and hot between them. She sucked the skin on his shoulder, parted her thighs and sighed as he sank into her. “Okay.”
WHEN MEGGIE AWAKENED THE NEXT morning, the sun streamed through the window. She sat up and realized she was alone in bed. She stood and winced, noticing dried blood combined with dried semen on her thighs and the bed sheet. Her stomach growled and she hurried through her shower before finding more of Christopher’s clothes to wear and going in search of something to eat.
She didn’t like turning the corner of the hallway and walking into the main room because she never knew what she’d find. It was always a surprise. This time, when she appeared, Christopher was leaning against the bar, arms folded. One of the brothers watched the monitors. Rack chomped eggs and sausage, a beer in front of him. Other men, many of whom she didn’t recognize but all wearing their cuts proclaiming them part of the Death Dwellers’ organization, sat at the tables.
Kiera and Ellen sat on each side of Christopher, commanding Meggie’s attention. Jealousy swamped her and she glared at Christopher, ignoring the fact so much attention was focused on her.
Christopher narrowed his eyes and his mouth tightened. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of making a scene. Throwing him a dirty look, she straightened her shoulders and started toward the kitchen. She reminded herself he wasn’t her boyfriend. Not that she knew anything about boyfriends since she’d never had one. She only knew her feelings and what she wanted.
He moved quick, blocking her way.
“Move,” she ordered.
“Where you goin’?”
“I’m hungry. I’m going to find something to eat.”
He grabbed her arm and dragged her in the direction of where he’d been standing.
She struggled against his hold, but he wouldn’t let go and she was causing a scene, giving supreme satisfaction to the two women. Her emotions were all over the place this morning and she wanted to sob with all the hurt in her at the same time she wanted to howl with rage.
“Megan, give Kiera a chance.” Christopher’s deep
voice rumbled the greeting and Meggie swore she heard fondness when he spoke the woman’s name. “Ellen, too.”
Ellen barely acknowledged her, just lit a cigarette, gave her a small nod and turned her back. Kiera, however, stood next to Christopher and gave Meggie a slight smile. Though unfriendly, it wasn’t as hostile as Ellen’s.
Not speaking, Kiera glanced between her and Christopher.
“We got church,” Christopher said. He and Kiera shared a meaningful look. He pulled out his billfold and pressed a wad of cash into Kiera’s hands. “It’s gonna be particularly intense, so women ain’t allowed on the premises. Kiera and Ellen nicely agreed to take you shoppin’ today. I gave Kiera money last night and just now. She got ‘nuff to let you buy whatever you want. Just ask.”
Megan blinked, sure she’d misheard. He expected her to have a girl’s day with his lover and her friend? And he hadn’t even given her money? Instead, handing it to Kiera. Meggie had to ask for money to let Kiera allow her to buy things. She shoved him. “Jerk! I’m not going anywhere with them,” she screeched. She pinched his arm—or tried to. He had no give anywhere, so she didn’t do much damage. It didn’t matter. She ran away as fast as her legs could carry her.
Christopher pounded behind her, his boot falls loud against the concrete. His legs were longer than hers, so he caught up to her in a moment. He started dragging her back toward the way they’d come.
“I’m not going anywhere with your girlfriend,” she said around a sob. He’d just taken her virginity last night. He could’ve given her a break and not shove other women in her face so soon. “I’ll just stay in your room. Not come out for anything. Not even food.”
“As if,” Christopher said with a snort. “You don’t fuckin’ listen. And I ain’t givin’ a fuck who you wanna be with. You gonna go with Kiera and get the fuck outta here.”
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