Misfit(67)
“I will,” Fee promised, her stilted movements noted.
Kendall was doing something. Christopher was sure of it. Worse, she’d pulled his little sister over to her side, convinced her she wasn’t stone fucking crazy. In case he hadn’t been clear… “Fee, I ain’t givin’ a fuck who it be, if you fuck over me, I’ma be pissed and ain’t ever fuckin’ havin’ nothin’ to do with you a-fuckin-gain. If you know something, think long and fuckin’ hard before you decide to keep it from me. Hear me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, misery darkening her face.
Now that he’d made his point, he decided to change the subject. “How you like them brunches Kendall and Megan do every week?”
Sighing, Fee set her mug down. “I don’t go. It’s bad form. Gauche, Kendall says. Employees aren’t supposed to dine with their employers at a social gathering, so I’m not allowed to sit with them.”
Christopher snapped his brows together. “What the fuck you mean? Not fuckin’ allowed? You a grown fuckin’ woman. How the fuck another motherfucker allow you to do any-fuckin-thing? You do it cuz you fuckin’ wanna.”
“It’s her house and I work for her. She can allow me in whatever way she wants.”
“The fuck she can. You related to that bitch and to Megan…” Voice trailing off, he narrowed his eyes. “Wait a fuckin’ minute. Megan let her get the fuck away with this bullshit? Excludin’ you like you ain’t nothin’?”
“Meggie always defends me.”
“If she ain’t walkin’ the fuck out if you can’t sit at that motherfuckin’ table with them, she ain’t fuckin’ defendin’ you. Megan!” he roared, angrier that he had further fucking proof his girl fell for that bitch’s bullshit again and his sister was also under her spell.
“No, Christopher!” Fee grabbed his arm. “Don’t do this.”
He yanked away and got to his feet. “MEGAN!”
She came through the door, Ryder balanced on one shoulder and carrying a bowl of blueberries in the other hand. She sat the bowl near Christopher. “What’s the matter?”
“What the fuck you doin’ brunchin’ with motherfuckin’ psycho bitch when she makin’ Fee not eat with you?”
Megan’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “What?”
“It’s not brunching,” Fee corrected. “Kendall wouldn’t like to hear it referred to as that.”
Fee’s statement pissed Christopher off even more. “I don’t give a motherfuck what the fuck it’s called,” he raged, his loud voice making Ryder whine. Christopher disregarded Megan’s glower. She rocked their kid on her shoulder, bouncing her tits with her. For the moment, he ignored how her nipples pressed against the thin T-shirt as well as his rising hard-on. “Call it fuckin’ munchin’ for all the fuck I care. Tell Kendall go fuck herself. If Fee ain’t sittin’ with you and her, you ain’t sittin’ with her. What the fuck wrong with that bitch?”
Megan whispered to Ryder. He’d gone from whining to crying and words weren’t comforting him. She sat in her spot at the table and bared her tit, guiding Ryder to her nipple.
To counteract his sudden need to fuck, Christopher sipped from his cup.
“Eat some blueberries,” Megan suggested, sliding the bowl closer to him.
He didn’t want to talk about fucking berries at the moment. However, they were freshly washed and in a pretty bowl. She’d gone to a lot of trouble to put this shit on the table.
He scowled, but popped a couple into his mouth.
“Do you know if you eat blueberries every day, it’s supposed to help with erectile dysfunction?”
Christopher choked at Megan’s question. “What the fuck, baby? I ain’t havin’ a problem gettin’ my cock up. It’s fuckin’ hard right now.”
“Gross!” Fee complained.
Megan kissed the top of Ryder’s head. At birth, he’d been bald, but his hair was coming in the same color as Megan’s and Rebel’s. Ryder’s eyes had been blue. Now, they were lightening. Christopher swore he saw specks of green in his irises.
“I don’t want you to stop being able to…you know,” Megan whispered. “Every day like we do. I thought why not try this. It can’t hurt.”
He grinned at her, his anger evaporating. “As long as I got a fuckin’ tongue, I’ll get you off, baby, even if my dick stop workin’.”
Fee made a gagging noise. “Oh my God, this is the most disgusting conversation ever.” She stopped and scrunched up her face, deep in thought. Her face reddening, she squirmed in her seat. “It sounds as if you two have a very satisfying sex life. Mutually satisfying,” she added, staring at the table.