Misfit(275)

“Be careful, baby,” Christopher moaned, flinching even before Megan laid the ice pack against his cock. Two days after his vasectomy, his dick still fucking ached. When the pain passed, he’d consider the dick snip worth it. Now, though, he could do little more than lay the fuck around and keep his cock still.

After applying the ice, Megan sat next to him on the sofa in their bedroom and laid her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head.

“Are you sure you did the right thing?”

“You been askin’ me that for fuckin’ weeks, Megan,” he snapped. One fucking week, to be specific. Ever since he’d announced he’d scheduled the procedure, the Monday after Cash’s wedding. The year he’d promised her hadn’t gone by, but he couldn’t delay. He didn’t want Megan to end up pregnant again. It didn’t matter that she’d had two successful pregnancies after the placenta stuff. To Christopher, carrying a baby always risked her life. “Even if I wasn’t okay, the shit too late to fuckin’ change. My dick fixed up.”

She shifted against him, twisting her wedding set. “Um, yeah. About that.”

“What the fuck about that? Ain’t nothin’ can be done now, so there ain’t nothin’ more you can say.”

“I know,” she said with a sigh. “Another baby wouldn’t have been bad.”

He hugged her. “Megan, if you woulda wanted ten kids before you lost Patrick and got so injured, we woulda had ten fuckin’ kids. But, baby, ain’t nothin’ reliable.”

“Vasectomies can fail, too.”

“I know,” he said, the pain and this conversation irritating him. “Only way I know I ain’t gettin’ a baby in you is to stop fuckin’ you. That ain’t ever gonna happen. Even if I gotta pump my cock to get it the fuck up. Take fuckin’ pills. Whatever. That mean comin’ in you. Your pills failed and we got Rebel and Rule. You got fucked up and couldn’t take the motherfuckers and here come Ryder. This the only way.”

More twisting of her wedding set, her actions raising Christopher’s curiosity.

“Okay, baby. Spit it the fuck out. Whatever the fuck it might be, just fuckin’ tell me.”

“I’m five weeks pregnant,” she mumbled, so low Christopher almost missed her words. Another shift and throat clearing. “I’m having another baby.”

Well, fuck.





Leaning back, Bunny watched the rays of the setting sun glimmer off the water, seeming to lose itself in the trees and vegetation in the near distance. It was quiet and peaceful on the island, a far cry from the hustle and bustle of a connected world. Here, in Fiji, where Mark took her, Bunny had nothing to worry about—not money, WiFi, cleaning, laundry, or kids.

They had two days left until they returned to civilization, then she’d have another week before she returned to work.

“Bunny, girl, Bure Mama about to leave.”

Elenoa had taken care of them from the moment they’d set foot on the exclusive island. Everything Bunny did for Meggie, and more, Elenoa did for her.

“You need something or can I tell her to go for now? I’m having her ass come back in a couple hours after our pontoon dinner.”

“I’m fine,” she said, wanting to kiss every inch of his physique, so finely displayed in a pair of athletic shorts and nothing more. He’d put his locks in a man bun, showing off his handsome face and hoop earrings, thanks to both ears now being pierced. Full sleeves covered each arm and when he turned, he had the club name and emblem tatted on his back. “So are you,” she added, winking at him.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m not going back to her ass. She come looking for me and she’ll see me pumping between your pretty thighs.”

“That can be arranged, once you see her out.”

Digger grinned. “Be right back, girl.” True to his word, he came back in less than five minutes, the alarming disappointment on his face hard to miss.

Bunny sat up. “What’s wrong?”

“Bure Mama said we need to get to the food. It’s already been waiting for us for fifteen minutes.”

Elenoa always put her heart and soul into their meal, so Bunny didn’t want all her hard work to go to waste. “I promise my thighs will open as soon as we get back to the bure.”

“That’s a fucking deal.”

Getting to her feet, Bunny wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and kissed him. “Hmm,” she whispered. “Elenoa is lucky she’s so sweet and such a good cook.”

“My ass sweeter,” he shot back, chuckling at his intended double entendre.