Misfit(44)
Exhaling in relief, Diesel grinned. “At least life isn’t boring, huh?”
Christopher shrugged, and started toward the staircase, his footsteps echoing in the silence.
“Good night, Uncle Chris,” Diesel called, as he headed to his bedroom on the second floor.
“Yeah, boy. Good night.”
He went to Rebel and Rule’s room. Megan had decorated it real nice, in an aqua, yellow, and brown scheme. The lamp light she kept on hinted at what she’d done. But she’d spent hours finding just the right stuff to turn the twins’ room into their own little sanctuary. She’d done that in the entire fucking house. Little fucking things, the extra fucking care, that he’d never fucking risk.
Bending over, he kissed both of their cheeks, smiling at how peaceful they slept. Leaving their room, he went to the room CJ shared with Ryder.
Ryder slept in his baby bed, covers kicked off. The rails stopped Christopher from kissing his son’s cheek, so he pulled his blankets up, knowing he’d kick them off again before Christopher reached his bedroom.
Ryder kicked the blankets away before Christopher had even turned, and he chuckled at his youngest kid. He wondered if Cash knew how special it was to look at a little human and know he gazed at the best of himself.
The word family to Cash seemed as bad as a curse. Although he was so fucking angry with the motherfucker, Christopher also felt a little sorry for him.
When he bashed in his brains tomorrow, he’d never know what the fuck he’d missed out on.
Turning to CJ, Christopher stared at his oldest son. After Ryder’s birth, Megan changed the décor, gave it more of a big kid look. He figured it was more to appease CJ, for having to share his room. The other option had been to put Ryder’s nursery on the second floor, and Megan refused to do that.
CJ turned, and Christopher shook his head, unable to stop his laughter at the havoc he’d caused. Megan was his mommie, so he did what he needed to do on her behalf.
“Night, boy,” he said gruffly.
A light sleeper, like Megan, CJ opened his eyes. “Night, ‘Law.”
“Close your eyes. Go back to sleep.”
“’Kay.”
Christopher watched him a little while longer, until he made sure CJ was once again sleeping, then he went to his own bedroom.
Megan lay in the bed, all curled up beneath the covers. Her fingers clenching the comforter gave away the fact that she was awake. Fuck! She was that fucking pissed, that she’d prefer to pretend to sleep than talk to him.
“Megan?” he called, testing the waters.
A heartbeat and then, “What do you want?”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“He’s sixteen, Christopher. Sixteen,” she sniffled.
“He fuck Mindy, baby.”
She sucked in a breath, then fell silent, tension thick e-fucking-nuff to stop a bullet, rising between them.
“He was fuckin’ by the time I got him here. Whatcha want me to do, Megan? Tell him to keep his cock in his pants? He’d just go behind my fuckin’ back. At least, this fuckin’ way, I can tell him to use a cock cover. You bein’ unreasonable.”
“She’s a grown woman! She offered to suck you off, then when you turned her down, she went to Diesel? That’s the definition of a whore.”
He frowned at the small lump her body made in the bed. “All them bitches whores. What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout.”
“No, a lot of those girls just enjoy sex and are comfortable with their own bodies. If they didn’t, men couldn’t sleep with everything they come across, so shut up.”
“Megan, you confusin’ the fuck outta me. I ain’t too fuckin’ sure what the fuck you pissed at.”
Gritting his teeth when she didn’t answer, he threw off his clothes and hurled them to the floor, aggravated to fuck.
“If you definin’ a slut by her choosin’ the next man to fuck when one turn her down, then what the fuck the bitches who fuck one man, maybe wipe off her pussy, then fuck another man and another man after that? To me, they fuckin’ whores cuz that’s what the fuck they call themselves. You ain’t fuckin’ pissed about that either. You or me ain’t givin’ a good fuck if they fuck King fuckin’ Kong, Willy the Whale, and Godzilla, one after the fuckin’ other. Their fuckin’ pussy. Their fuckin’ business. You still fuckin’ pissed over Daphne.”
“Diesel and Mindy sleeping together is bad enough. At least they’re the same age. Daphne’s what? Fourteen years older than Diesel?”
He’d meant she was still pissed about Daphne being around him. How-fucking-ever…“I’m almost fifteen years older than you, so what the fuck your point? Who got the fuckin’ double standard now?”