There, in her rose garden, Megan sat on the swing, playing on her iPad. Despite all the other games she downloaded, Angry Birds remained her favorite. Usually, the honking pigs annoyed him. Now, nothing but relief hit him.
“Megan?”
“Go away.”
“I ain’t mean to let so much time pass, baby—”
“Of course not. You had to talk to Daphne before you came to me.”
“How the fuck you know I was talkin’ to that fuckin’ bitch?” he asked, so surprised he didn’t realize he’d just confirmed her accusation.
Setting her tablet aside, she glared at him. “Did you see Kendall by any chance?”
Of course that bitch couldn’t wait to fucking call Megan and make more than what she knew out of what she saw. More than what the fuck had really happened.
He stalked to the swing and sat next to Megan, grabbing her hand when she tried to stand. Pulling her onto his lap, he held her against him, hating how stiffly she held herself.
“Megan, baby, I ain’t too sure why the fuck you been goin’ off the fuckin’ chain the past two fuckin’ days, thinkin’ I’m interested in this bitch. This ain’t like you at all.” Of course he did know, but admitting that shit wouldn’t get him anywhere. Kendall had probably made what she saw as bad or worse than what his boy did. “Either you fuckin’ trust me or you fuckin’ don’t, baby. You can’t fuckin’ say you trust me, then when bullshit like this come up, you fuckin’ lose your shit.” No response. He couldn’t fix the shit, if he didn’t know what Kendall told Megan.
Instead of demanding answers, he decided to try another tactic. “I got another fuckin’ call from that Torpedo-fuckhead, baby.” He kissed the top of her head and told her about the conversation. “I’m gonna have to re-evaluate how I’m handlin’ this shit. Motherfucker keep callin’ me. Ain’t respectin’ what the fuck I’m tellin’ him.”
“Kendall and I have been arguing a lot recently, Christopher,” Megan told him, not addressing anything about Counts. “She’s been making all kinds of crazy accusations, so when she called me a little while ago, I thought that was just another lie of hers. Then, she described Daphne. White-blonde hair, beautiful figure, gorgeous face, and I knew you were with her again. Daphne never seems to be around when Kendall is at the clubhouse.”
Meaning Kendall wouldn’t know what the fuck she looked like if Daphne hadn’t been with Christopher today. At the moment, the reason Megan and Johnnie’s bitch argued wasn’t even important. He wanted to know about this.
“She said Daphne hugged you. Put her arms around your waist. You pushed her away when you saw Kendall.”
“That bitch also tell you she tried to run my fuckin’ ass over? I jumped the fuck outta the way. Daphne was followin’ my fuckin’ ass and, fuck, Megan, what the fuck you want me to say? You know I ain’t cheatin’ on you.”
Silence, and then, “I know,” in a soft, hurt voice. She got to her feet and he didn’t try to hold her.
He’d stopped kicking Cash’s ass for this. Maybe, if he would’ve finished fucking the motherfucker up, he would’ve missed both Kendall and Daphne, and Megan would be well on her way to forgiving him.
He wouldn’t concentrate on any-fucking-thing today if she was so fucking angry and hurt. Two fucking days in a row Megan had gotten information about the same bitch. Why Daphne was suddenly every-fucking-where, Christopher couldn’t fucking imagine.
“Megan, baby, gimme some pussy.”
“I had intended to.”
“If you gotta do your lockout, let it be tonight. Just gimme some pussy now to hold me the fuck over. This evenin’, me and you can go ridin’, and I’ll keep my motherfuckin’ hands to myself and my cock in my pants.”
Encouraged that she hadn’t run off, he stood and went behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He nosed her silky hair, resting his hand on her belly. She didn’t pull away, increasing his confidence. Still holding her, he backed to the swing and sat, tugging her down with him.
Her ass pushed into his swelling dick. He grunted, biting her neck, her tiny groan and loosening muscles satisfying him.
He shoved her short dress above her waist, all the blood in him racing to his cock when he discovered her pussy out.
“You dressed for me,” he whispered hoarsely, fingering her wet pussy.
“No,” she said, her breathing uneven as she started a slow grind against his fingers. “I had undressed for you. I put my clothes back on for me.”