He nipped at her neck. “You was waitin’ for me naked?”
She nodded.
“Face me, baby,” he demanded, half-afraid she’d get up instead. She turned to him, settling her feet on each side of him.
They stared at each other. It took her a moment, but she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, cradling his face between her hands, forgiving him. That whatever momentary fucking doubt she had was gone.
Freeing his dick, he rubbed his cockhead against her clit.
“Christopher,” she breathed, his name on her lips one of the best fucking sounds in the word.
Christopher guided his cock to her pussy hole. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunted as she sank onto him.
She covered his mouth with hers again, working her cunt against his dick. Her hair fell around them, a golden curtain, lifted by the breeze that blew her scent to him.
The smell of fucking and her went straight to Christopher’s head. As much as he wanted to allow her to lead, he couldn’t fucking take it, so glad to be back in her pussy. Gripping her waist, he thrust up, his position, her widened thighs, allowing deep penetration.
“Come, Megan,” he said against her lips, knowing he’d blow his load very fucking soon. He hadn’t fucked her since yesterday morning.
Bouncing up and down on his cock, she trembled, releasing a soft cry. She tightened her pussy walls, knowing how to control him with her body.
Cum shot from him and into her before she collapsed against him and laid her head on his chest. Even when their breathing returned to normal and his cock had softened, they stayed joined. He didn’t want to move. She felt so fucking good. With her in his arms, all the bullshit washed away.
“The kids will be home soon,” she said finally.
The kids. Her words reminded him… “Where the fuck they at, baby?”
Lifting off his lap, Megan got to her feet and straightened her dress. “Bunny took them to the park, so we could have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours.”
Squaring his cock away, he stood. “Megan, baby, I’m so fuckin’ sorry I ruined this mornin’.”
“It’s okay, Christopher.” She offered a smile, then stood on tiptoe to kiss his chin. As usual, he bent to offer his lips instead. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he returned, stopping her when she would’ve walked off. “Why this botherin’ you so much?” They were better than holding shit in, walking around all bent the fuck out of shape. They were fucking friends. “That bitch don’t mean shit to me. What the fuck the real problem, baby?”
“Why is she suddenly hanging around you, Christopher? Why is she in my face all the time?” She shifted from foot-to-foot. “I might be overreacting and I might not be. One small flicker starts a raging inferno. She’s that flicker that you’re allowing to get out of hand. If my reaction to her is different, it’s because yours is.”
With a last glance at him, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Fuck. Maybe, his ass had gotten too used to Megan looking the other way when the club bitches were around him. Besides, she was right about how he handled the situation. He’d never allowed a motherfucker alive to threaten his relationship with his wife. A bitch would be out and an assfuck would be fucked up. Instead of taking his boys and leaving Daphne’s presence, he’d hung around the park and entertained her bullshit. Today, he hadn’t picked her up and thrown her the fuck off the property.
Was all this domesticity making him fucking soft? Having no physical threat to his family fucking muted his reaction. Not everything had to be answered with blowing a motherfucker away. But, fuck. He’d gone from killing on a dime to…this. He’d almost given Cash a pass, until Megan got involved.
Had Christopher become so comfortable with his girl’s acceptance that he’d gotten careless with her feelings?
“What are we doing in this neighborhood?”
Cash’s neighborhood to be specific. As Kendall directed Fee to the location of their meeting, the landmarks became quite familiar. The red, white, and blue flags of a car dealership. The spire of a church. A strip club. One of the many stop signs defaced with writing right near the intersection that led to the series of dips, turns, and unpaved streets.
Kendall pointed to a spot right in front of the bar and grill Fee knew well. “I told you I have a meeting.”
Once she parked, Fee got out of the Navigator and halted at the front bumper, waiting on Kendall.
“Chauffeurs open the doors for their passengers,” she grumped after stomping to Fee.
“Assistants don’t.”
“Assistants do whatever their bosses tell them to do.”