Cash scowled.
“If you fuck with Prez to try and throw him off our trail, all you’ll do is make him suspicious and figure it out faster. Get us killed quicker if we don’t act like we deserve Fee. You fucking everything you see isn’t the way to win points with him.”
“I don’t want him to know. Outlaw’s my good friend. I know how to distract him. All I have to do is make it seem like I’m threatening Meggie.”
“Jesus Christ! Are you fucking insane? Fuck over everyone, including his children, and we’ll be killed. Mess with Meggie and we die gruesomely.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to do it Fee’s way? Straighten up and then tell him about us?”
“I don’t want children,” he said with conviction. “She does. We can’t get married. It’s illegal for three motherfuckers to wed, in case you didn’t know. I know what she wants and so does Outlaw. He’ll kill me on principle alone.”
“Just give her up, then, asshole.”
“Fuck, what the fuck do you think I’ve been doing for the past week? She came looking for me.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, Cash tipped his head to the ceiling, drawing attention to the muscles in his strong neck. “Call me selfish, but I’m not ready for us to give her up. She’s willing to accept the affair on my terms. We can’t give her up right now,” he reiterated.
“Selfish,” Stretch spat. “But I’ll also call you fucking dead. That’s what you’re going to be once Outlaw figures this out, asshole, or if you fuck with Meggie in any way.”
With a last glare, Cash stormed out, leaving Stretch alone once more.
Bracing his wife against the shower wall and gripping her legs, Christopher Caldwell bent to adjust to her height. She wrapped her legs around him, rolling her hips to stimulate her pussy. Steam rose around them, the water from the shower head drenching his clothes.
When he’d come into the bathroom to kiss her goodbye, he hadn’t intended to fuck her. He’d expected to find her blow drying her hair. Instead, he’d spied her through the shower door, her skin pink from the heat, her golden hair plastered to her head.
Unable to resist her, he’d removed his cut, then joined her, startling her for a moment. Until he’d cupped her tits and nuzzled her neck. She’d pushed her ass against him before turning. Seeing him clothed, she’d giggled.
“You’re insane!”
Smoothing her hair out of her face, he hadn’t responded, just plastered his mouth to hers as he took his dick out.
Now, he was seated inside of her. She tipped her head back, giving him access to her throat, her soft sigh music to his ears. He lapped the beads of water from her skin, his own hair saturated.
Each time he sank into her, she tightened her pussy muscles, urging him to a faster rhythm. His heart pounding as he lost himself in Megan, he threw his head back and came. Hard.
She laid her head on his chest, her breathing as erratic as his. He hadn’t meant to get off before she did, but, fuck, she drove him fucking insane.
Setting her on her feet, he stepped back and stroked her chin, smiling and humbled as always at the love shining in her eyes. He stole a quick kiss, securing his cock back in his jeans, then dropping to his knees. Throwing her leg over his shoulder and opening her pussy lips, he sniffed her, breathing in the scent of her soap and his cum.
He dragged his tongue over her clit, intending to give her a quick orgasm. The moment her fingers tightened in his hair and she moaned, he knew he’d feast at the altar of Megan for more than a few minutes. He didn’t lift his head until the water ran cold and she begged him to stop, too sensitive for him to make her come one more time.
Standing, he kept an arm around her waist, while turning off the shower.
“I’ma change, baby,” he whispered, when he thought she wouldn’t collapse in a fucking puddle, stealing a quick kiss.
“Okay.”
Grinning at her dazed tone, he stepped out of the shower.
“Motherfuck me,” he grumbled at the large puddle forming. He was fucking soaked through and through. He considered the sofa on the other side of the room, directly across from the bath tub, then decided against it. The last time he’d fucked it up with water, he had to hire someone to remove the stains.
The shower door opened and he stepped aside, allowing his wife space to get out. He grabbed her towel.
“I’m makin’ a fuckin’ mess,” he said, holding the towel out to her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll clean up when I get back from brunch with Kendall.”