“Isn’t it every man’s fantasy to be in a relationship with a bunch of women who all know about each other, so he lives happily-ever-after?”
“You outta your fuckin’ mind? I deal with enough bitch shit. You girls don’t even fuckin’ live under one fuckin’ roof and only you gettin’ my dick. I’d be fuckin’ crazy if I was givin’ cock to a bunch of bitches who knew about each other. You ate her cunt but ain’t ate mine,” he mimicked, in his best imitation of a girl’s voice, her laughter egging him on. “You used two fingers in her pussy but one on mine. You made me get on my knees to suck your cock and lettin’ her lay between your legs. You fucked her on top the fuckin’ microwave, but only fuck me in bed.”
“The microwave?” she giggled, pulling her hand from his.
“You get my fuckin’ point. What the fuck yours? That you want me and another motherfucker in your bed?” The moment he said that, Johnnie’s face rose in his head, and he lost his good humor.
“Don’t even think it,” she said around a sniff, reading the fuck out of him. As usual. “This isn’t about me wanting you and Johnnie, and we all live together as one big happy family. First of all, one of you would’ve killed the other one, so that wouldn’t have happened.”
“What’s your point?” he grouched. “Besides, I was fuckin’ two bitches. Kiera and Ellen.”
Ellen had been more jealous of Kiera. Once Megan came, Ellen had schemed to have her taken out of the picture, getting herself and Kiera fucked up.
“Omigod, moron, just stop,” Megan yelled. “It isn’t about them either. As a matter of fact, this isn’t about me or you. I meant in general. Men and women both have fantasies about being the center of attention. Maybe, Fee does too and she sees an opportunity to live out her fantasy for a little while.”
“That ain’t my sister,” Christopher disagreed, dropping the talk about the other motherfuckers. No matter how fucking much they loved each other, shit like that brought up jealousy and insecurity. “Fee like one-on-one.”
“Suppose she’s changed her mind? Maybe, she wants both of them.”
“I told Cash to stay the fuck away from her. If she fuckin’ both of them, it’s cuz of that motherfucker.”
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“Yes the fuck I can. I know Fee and I know Cash. Put that shit together and him fuckin’ her with Stretch what the fuck I get.”
“All right,” she said. “But she’s been so sad and unhappy. Let her have this with them if that’s the case. If you see it getting out of hand, then do something about it. Not kill them,” she added, dashing Christopher’s intentions. “You can’t kill Cash and Stretch for being with Fee, even if it doesn’t work out. They are all consenting adults. Twenty-six, twenty-nine, and thirty-two. She’s going into this with her eyes wide open. Pretend you’re none the wiser right now. I’m sure you have other things to deal with rather than who Fee is sleeping with.”
He did, but he’d failed his mother, three of his sisters, and all of his nieces. He’d even failed Zoann and Megan. He wanted to do this right with Fee.
Megan got up and came to him. Sliding his chair back, he pulled her into the vee of his thighs, hugging her. She smelled of her milk, baby powder, and faintly of him.
Doubt crept into her face. Christopher wondered if some of the things Kendall had put into Megan’s head still affected her. “You think I interfere too much?”
Nope, old shit didn’t affect her. This was more new shit, similar to the shit she’d said about him teaching her to fuck.
Fuck, this was the shit Fee was supposed to report to him, although Kendall probably hit Megan with this during the brunch thing, and Fee hadn’t been allowed in. Petty shit like that were some of the fucking reasons he fucking despised Kendall. She was always fucking with Megan. She wanted Megan so fucking insecure she could slide right into her place as head bitch.
Never fucking happening. Megan could end up in a fucking straight jacket and Kendall could go sane. She’d still be right the fuck where she was.
He planted small kisses on his girl’s lips. “Megan, baby,” he said, between kisses, unable to keep his hands and mouth off her for too long. “You my old lady. It’s your fuckin’ place to interfere.”
“Okay.” She straightened. “I’ll fix your breakfast then jump in the shower.”
“You ain’t eatin’ with me?”
“I’ve lost my appetite.”