Misfit(71)
Her statement redirected his attention to another fucking topic. “You need to tell me something, baby?”
She frowned. “What?”
He glanced at her belly.
“Oh, no! I’m not pregnant.”
“And you ain’t ever bein’ pregnant a-fuckin-gain,” he vowed. “I really am schedulin’ my cock snip.”
“Do you have to? I won’t get pregnant again any time soon, but suppose down the road I want another baby?”
This was the same argument she always put up. Every fucking time, he gave in. “Megan, don’t do this to me, baby. We got four lil’ motherfuckers runnin’ the fuck around. That ain’t enough?”
“It is,” she said. “CJ is growing up so fast. Before you know it our other three will be off to school like him.”
“No.”
“That’s not fair.”
“The fuck it ain’t. Girls get to do what the fuck they wanna with their bodies. Well, my dick belong to me. You borrow it. Since this about my body, I’m gettin’ my dick snip.”
“I like babies.”
“Then open a fuckin’ daycare. You’ll have babies. Best of fuckin’ all, they ain’t ours so we can send them the fuck home at the end of the day.”
She gasped.
“Shut the fuck up. You know what the fuck my ass sayin’. I’m makin’ a fuckin’ point. I love our kids.”
She backed away from him, the sadness in her eyes killing him. “I know.”
On top of all the other strife, he’d added this shit to it. “Just remember to take your fuckin’ pills every mornin’,” he conceded on a sigh. “Don’t end up pregnant no time soon.”
To ensure that, he should stay out of her pussy, but she always found a way to change his mind.
“I ain’t too hungry no more either, so I’ma head over to the club.”
“Or you can help me in the shower. I might need my back scrubbed or something.”
Standing, he placed an arm around her waist and lifted her up, heading for the staircase. “Describe the ‘or something’ part.”
“You inside of me.”
“I can fuckin’ arrange that,” he promised.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “I thought you could.”
Just for a little while, the problems cropping up would be put on hold while he lost himself inside his girl.
R u busy?
Stretch considered his text, his finger hovering over the ‘send’ button, wondering if he should leave Fee alone. She’d put them in a hell of a position. A fucking rock knew better than to trust Kendall. But she’d looked so hurt when he’d pushed her away. It hadn’t dawned on him, until then, that how he felt about her might matter. Yes, she’d been upset at Cash’s anger, but Cash was always yelling about something. She must’ve been used to his asshole-ways. Stretch was. For some reason, his grouchiness made him even more appealing.
Stretch liked the challenge of Cash’s surliness. But he also appreciated Fee’s soft heart. In her was the gentleness Cash would never fucking offer.
Now, Stretch wanted to check on her. He rarely ever texted her, but Cash had been locked in his room for two days recovering from the injuries he’d received at Outlaw’s hands. He’d never forget the sight of Cash, bruised and bloodied, on the floor of Outlaw’s office. Hopefully, the stubborn motherfucker had learned his lesson.
After coaxing Cash out of his room to eat and promising the coast was clear, Fee walked in with her news.
Fuck!
Fee’s naiveté replayed in Stretch’s mind. Of all the fucking women in the world…Kendall...Why?
The memory of their unexpected meeting he’d had with her the day Cash had gone crazy and fucked with Outlaw pushed away Stretch’s frustrations. Her pretty legs and perfect tits. Her long brown hair that he loved to feel sliding through his fingers.
“Who are you texting?”
Diesel’s question snapped Stretch back to reality and he glanced up. Instead of sending his message, he locked his screen and set the phone on the bar top. It was early afternoon and with his leg hurting, Stretch had gotten a Probate to take over gate duty.
Diesel slid onto the stool next to him.
“You’re home early from school.” He pulled out his cigarettes and held one out to the boy, lighting them both up afterwards. “Meggie know?”
“Yeah,” Diesel answered, releasing smoke through his nose. “There was in-service or some shit.” Cigarette hanging from his lips, he glanced around. “Daphne around?”
“Out in the yard with Potter.”