Misfit(231)
“Maybe I fucking did, Outlaw. It’s complicated, but for the first time in my life I felt complete having both of them.”
Christopher shoved Cash against the bar, keeping a firm grip on his gun. “When Fee wanna get married, who the fuck she fuckin’ walkin’ down the aisle with? You or Stretch? I bet you ain’t ask neither one of them beforehand if they wanted to share you in a fuckin’ threesome. You just brought them the fuck over, intro-fuckin-duced them, then convinced them it would be the best fuck of their lives.”
Cash raised his hands. “I love her, Outlaw,” he admitted without thinking, the truth stunning him. Now that he’d said it, it was all or nothing. “I love Stretch. Maybe, I did manipulate our being together at first. But I’d get Fee to understand she’d have two men who love her completely. She wouldn’t need marriage or kids to complete her.” But she did. He knew it. They all knew it, so why the fuck was he so set on denying that?
“You so fuckin’ focused on gettin’ your cock off, you too fuckin’ stupid to see the real her. That’s the fuckin’ issue right the fuck there. She want a family, you fuckin’ don’t. You ain’t fuckin’ with her head and blockin’ her from meetin’ a motherfucker who can give her what she want.”
“You don’t want her with Stretch, either,” Cash said angrily, more so with himself than Outlaw. “Admit it. It’s not us. It’s who we are.”
“She wanna fuck a motherfucker who go both ways, that’s her goddamn business, Cash,” Outlaw growled. “My problem with Stretch is he fuckin’ in love with you. What the fuck you say go. Where the fuck that leave Fee? At your fuckin mercy and his fuckin’ whim. She could fuck a monkey for all I fuckin’ care as long as that motherfucker give her what the fuck she lookin’ for.”
“Suppose I told you Stretch loves her too and she loves him?”
Outlaw scowled. “Suppose you fuckin’ did? Love ain’t e-fuckin-nuff. You gotta have respect and consideration. Megan taught me that. She taught my ass that love more than just fuckin’ words or even feelins. It’s expression. Friendship. Compromise. Understandin’. Trust. Fuck, love a lotta shit. It’s wantin’ that girl to be the first person you see when you open your eyes and the last thing you gaze at before you go to sleep. It’s knowin’ you got somebody out there who got your back, in spite of. I ain’t always the best motherfucker about compromise where Megan concerned. And my cock work. I see fuckin’ goin’ on, I get a hard dick. I see a gorgeous woman and I look. Don’t mean I’ma touch. I ain’t even wantin’ to. It just mean I’ma man. If you ain’t able to give Fee every-fuckin-thing she want and you touch her again, I’m killin’ you. But Fee got a second chance at livin’. I can give you one too.” He pocketed his nine. “I ain’t God, Cash, but I am the head of my fuckin’ family and the club president. You fuckin’ follow my orders or die.”
In the kitchen of Meggie’s house, Stretch headed to a stool at the island situated in the middle of the room. Covered pots, on low burners, simmered on the stove. Green numbers lit up the panel for the oven, indicating baking food. The sink contained cucumbers, lettuce, and tomatoes.
“Can I help with anything?” he asked. This house offered more refuge than the clubhouse right now, especially with Cash there. It hadn’t escaped Stretch that Cash hadn’t brought up anything they’d talked about prior to Slipper’s attack.
Stretch needed to get it all together in his mind. He needed to come to terms with the fact that an operation to get more mobility was becoming imperative. That wasn’t to say Slipper would’ve been any different—he wouldn’t have been. But Stretch would’ve had more of a fighting chance. Perhaps, he wouldn’t have been so traumatized if he’d had a more level playing field. Now that Fee might be pregnant, he needed to do what he must to be able to protect her and their baby if the need ever arose.
“I have everything covered. Thanks, though. Just relax for now.”
Meggie turned her attention back to her cucumbers, lettuce, and tomatoes as the door leading to the mudroom opened, and Kendall walked in.
She lifted a brow in his direction, her hand going to her baby bump. She wore Daisy Dukes, like Meggie, showcasing her long legs. Her hair fell a little past her shoulders, almost to her big breasts. The chick was so fucking gorgeous, to be her.
“Kendall, I want you to taste something.” Meggie abandoned the sink and headed to the stove. She removed one of the lids and revealed jambalaya. “Roxy left me the recipe.”