"How's that possible?" she asked tightly, sitting up to glare at him. "You knew about me."

Yeah, because Boss had talked to Christopher about his little girl, swearing him to secrecy, before he'd lost his f.u.c.king mind. "Yeah? I did?"

"Yes!" she hissed. "You didn't question me once when I came here looking for my daddy. You tried to search for my ID but didn't find it and just accepted I was who I said I was."

As he said, sharp as a tack.

"If I saw the resemblance between me and Snake, why won't he?"

"Too self-absorbed."

Another long stretch of silence while she studied him. He could allow her to loop back to information about her father's death like a d.i.c.khead or he could steer the conversation in another direction. With Megan, it would be tricky. She'd recognize his tactics and find a way to get back on the subject.

Nope, not happening.

"I was thinkin' me and you could visit my mother. I have a house in Long Beach and she lives in it." He'd been meaning to talk to her about this anyway. With Snake slithering about, getting her away was important to keep her safe. "We can stay with her through the New Year. Take a break from all this s.h.i.t."

Megan frowned. "What about the club? I thought you needed to straighten things out."

"Yeah, I do," he admitted. "But I know how important the holidays are to you."

She smiled. "Okay," she breathed, sounding pleased and happy. "When do we leave?"

"Next Sat.u.r.day," he told her, unable to stop his satisfaction at her excitement. He couldn't wait until she actually saw his place.

She sat up and he groaned, her pink nipples begging him to lean over and lick them.

"The day after Black Friday?"

Christopher scowled. He was fantasizing about f.u.c.king her and she was dreaming about shopping. "I ain't gettin' up at no one o'clock in the f.u.c.kin' mornin' for some bulls.h.i.t, Megan," he snapped, annoyed at how different they were thinking.

She nuzzled his neck and suckled his earlobe, teasing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his arm. His d.i.c.k jumped, fire shooting through his entire body. She affected him like no other girl ever had. She licked the pulse point at the base of his neck.

"You don't have to go," she breathed. Skating her fingers across his stomach, she scooted up to rain kisses along his jaw. "I told you I know how to drive. I drove you to the hospital, didn't I?"

"Baby, in a minute, you gonna be drivin' your sweet little a.s.s down on my c.o.c.k," Christopher murmured, pulling her closer and taking her mouth in a hard kiss.

She giggled when he pulled his lips away, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dark and needy. "So will you let me borrow your pick-up?"

He paused midway pulling her onto his lap. "Ain't no f.u.c.kin' way you goin' by yourself." Holding one hand on her waist and using the other hand to guide his c.o.c.k to her entrance, he sucked her nipple. She moaned and wiggled, a.s.sisting his invasion of her body. Her tight heat stretched around him, but she bounced up and he bit her shoulder. "Take me, Megan," he growled. He rubbed her c.l.i.t, rewarded with the s.e.xiest sound he'd ever heard, the one unique to her. He could spend the rest of his days listening to that soft whimper-sigh and watching her body, pink from their lovemaking.

She shimmied down his d.i.c.k until he filled her completely and Christopher closed his eyes. She was wet and tight, the flames inside of her burning him and wrapping him in the wonder of all that was Megan. Her mouth touched his and he swore his heart melted.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, her lips soft and plump against his. "Look at me, Christopher," she whispered.

When he opened his eyes, he found her staring, searching for an entry to his soul. Gripping her hips, he drove up, taking control. "I love makin' love to you." Kissing her, he pulled her down and pushed up into her. "Tastin' you." Hearing her gasp, he curled his lip and repeated the hard motion. "Hearin' your voice." Her regard held him captive, spurring his deep drives, and not letting go even when she cried his name and came around him.

"Jesus. f.u.c.k. G.o.d," he managed in a deep, rough voice he barely recognized as his own. He held her body still, a slave to her pa.s.sion, and shattered inside her, her p.u.s.s.y walls throbbing while his c.u.m simmered into her.

She fell against his sweaty chest, breathing as hard as he was. Closing his eyes, he rested his head against his headboard, still joined with her, where he wished he could remain forever. Locked in his bedroom, connected to her in the basest way, it was just them. No Snake or Boss. No reminders what was between them wasn't real. Couldn't be real. It was too pure, too sweet. Much like Megan.

He breathed in the scent of s.e.x, her hair smelling of cherry blossoms, according to her shampoo and conditioner bottles.

He kissed the top of her head, remembering the conversation their l.u.s.t had interrupted. He ma.s.saged her scalp. "I'll take you shoppin', Megan. But we leavin' at five and stayin' three hours tops."

She leaned back, her smile not quite hiding her wince. "If you insist," she murmured in her just-f.u.c.ked voice.

Something in her tone alerted Christopher that he'd walked into her trap. "You little b.i.t.c.h, you played me." He couldn't help but admire how deftly she'd gotten her way. He pulled her off his d.i.c.k and plopped her next to him. She must've had this s.h.i.t planned before he ever mentioned going to visit his mother. Two could play her game. "You have money or credit cards, yeah?" he asked with a straight face, knowing f.u.c.king well she didn't.

Her face fell. "No," she said in a small voice.

"There is a G.o.d! I'm off the hook."

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever, Christopher."

"You can't think you'd get me up so early and have me foot the f.u.c.kin' bill, too."

Drawing her legs up to her chest, she rested her head on her knees, turning away from him. Christopher turned her face back to his and frowned at how her eyes were br.i.m.m.i.n.g. What the f.u.c.k?

"Megan-"

She swiped at an escaping tear. "It's okay. Really. I just thought you'd buy me things like you do them."

He didn't have to ask who them was. Anger flashed through him that she stuck on s.h.i.t he'd put behind him and all but forgotten about. "I'm not puttin' up with your jealous bulls.h.i.t. Why the f.u.c.k should I take you shoppin' again, anyway, when you bought out the f.u.c.kin' mall with as much money as the three of you combined had for you to buy whatever the f.u.c.k you wanted?"

"Liar," she returned. "You didn't give them money just for me since they bought more than I did." She turned her furious gaze to him and scooted out of his reach, closer to the wall.

He wasn't sure what it was about that f.u.c.king wall, but whenever she was angry or afraid, she inched closer to it, like it could open the f.u.c.k up, yank her the f.u.c.k in, and shield her from whatever bulls.h.i.t she faced.

"Anyway," she went on, talking to the wall since her back remained to him. She had perfect curves, a smooth back indenting to a tiny waist and flaring back out to a beautiful a.s.s and nice hips. She was slim but curvy as a motherf.u.c.ker.

She'd been yapping away while he was contemplating f.u.c.king her doggy-style.

He sighed. "Look, Megan. I don't explain myself to n.o.body. You bought s.h.i.t, so what the f.u.c.k does it matter if they bought s.h.i.t, too? It's my f.u.c.kin' money at the end of the day. So just drop it."

"I hate you," she said miserably. "Ellen said she deserves to spend your money because you eat her and she sucks you."

f.u.c.k. Him. He was going to f.u.c.king kill that b.i.t.c.h, in slow, painful degrees.

Megan jerked around and gave him the evil eye. "We do the same thing."

They sure the f.u.c.k did and Megan's p.u.s.s.y was the sweetest f.u.c.king p.u.s.s.y on earth. He reached for her but she knocked his hand away. "Leave me alone. Don't touch me."

He sat up and dragged her closer, rolling on top of her and pinning her hands above her head when she tried to claw his eyes. "You in my bed, which means we f.u.c.k. It means I touch you whenever the f.u.c.k I want to. I'm in control. You listen to me."

Her lips parted and her eyes darkened in that way she had whenever she wanted to f.u.c.k. The anger, desire, and tears glistening in those blue depths made his d.i.c.k grow in response, p.i.s.sing her off all the more. She squirmed beneath him, hissing like a little cat.

"Calm the f.u.c.k down, Megan. Now. I mean it."

She blinked at his dark tone but stilled.

"I know you upset and I gotta say I didn't mean for this s.h.i.t to happen."

"You knew what would happen," she retorted. "You warned me about Ellen, didn't you? You told me about the th-threesome b-before she told me. It doesn't matter. You just hurt me because I'm in bed with you and naked and I have to realize you do for me what you do for them and nothing more. It doesn't matter, though," she repeated. "At the end, we reached a truce, the three of us."

Unf.u.c.kinglikely. He lessened his grip on her.

"Besides," she went on with a dull sniffle, "Ellen and Kiera stayed right by my side while Snake was there. If that was really Thomas I saw, he probably would've seen me-"

"Thomas? Your step f.u.c.khead?" he snarled, unable to believe the pendulum of emotions between them. In thirty f.u.c.king minutes, there'd been a come so explosive he'd thought the top of his head would burst open when he blew his load; there'd been peace between them, happiness, jealousy, hurt, and anger. Now, there was nothing but bloodl.u.s.t. "What the f.u.c.k is f.u.c.kin' wrong with you? You just decided to tell me that motherf.u.c.ker...f.u.c.k me." He sat up and gripped strands of his hair in pure frustration. He shot out of bed and pulled on his jeans.

"Where are you going?"

f.u.c.k him, the sound of her voice could bring him back from the dead. He drew in a deep breath. He had to take away the hurt so clear in her eyes. Oh f.u.c.k, yeah, he was going to teach that b.i.t.c.h, Ellen, a lesson. Bar her from the f.u.c.king club for three f.u.c.king months. He'd warned her not to f.u.c.k with Megan. Not to make her cry. Not only had she made her cry, but what he wanted to be a lighthearted moment between them was ruined because that b.i.t.c.h opened her f.u.c.king mouth and put ideas in Megan's head. "First, I was s.h.i.ttin' you about money. Whatever the f.u.c.k you want, it's yours. You wanna go f.u.c.kin' shoppin' the day after Thanksgivin', we ride that mornin' to go shoppin'."

She was sitting up, listening closely, clutching the sheet to her chest and blocking her t.i.ts from his view.

"Second, I'll give Ellen a pa.s.s this f.u.c.kin' time." Not. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h. "Third, Kiera and Ellen..." Jesus, but he never had to explain his actions to anybody, especially a girl. "Look, yeah, I've f.u.c.ked both of them. For the past few months. I just chose them b.i.t.c.hes at random. You know? Like the Quick Picks for the lottery. They been hangin' round the club for years. I bought Kiera and Ellen some boots. f.u.c.ked up when I bought you the same pair. But that was a mistake. I wasn't even thinkin'. I ain't never once sent them b.i.t.c.hes shoppin'. If Ellen spent my f.u.c.kin' money before earlier today, then I can go outside and a rocket'll shoot from my a.s.s to send me f.u.c.kin' flyin'." His shoulders drooped, suddenly so f.u.c.king tired. Anything good in his life had always went to s.h.i.t. His...feelings...for Megan had to go because they didn't make any f.u.c.king sense. He'd put a stop to that, but, first, he'd make something clear. "Finally, I ain't about to tell you what I'm intendin' for your mother's husband. It ain't gonna be pretty."

"Don't say that. His death would be on your conscience."

Sad resignation filled him and he gave her a half-smile. "My conscience left me a long time ago. Sorta like my soul. If I ever had either." Calmer, he walked back to the bed and sat next to her to brush a handful of hair behind the delicate sh.e.l.l of her ear. "For you, though, riddin' the world of Thomas Nicholls would be worth another mark on my soul."

She hugged him. "Get him, but bring him to jail. For me."

To lie or not to lie. f.u.c.k it. "Sure, Megan. I'll spare his life."

Her smile almost blinded him. She breathed in a sigh of relief. "Thank you." She crawled onto his lap and kissed his nose, his eyes, his cheeks. "Make love to me."

Make love to me. Words to put fear in his heart and stop his entire world. Love didn't, DID NOT, f.u.c.king exist in his life. He'd never had it, never given it. Actually, feared it. Despite how tangled Megan had him, he didn't want to give her false hope. Didn't want to leave himself vulnerable to any emotion.

f.u.c.k. He couldn't even f.u.c.k another b.i.t.c.h because of Megan. No, this s.h.i.t wouldn't fly. Though sweet, she was a prissy cupcake princess and he walked on the dark side of the moon.

He hardened himself against everything Megan. "When we get to my mother's house, I'm gonna stay a day or two with you. Make sure safety precautions are in place."

Her face crumpled and her eyes widened. Not that he gave a f.u.c.k. "So you're taking me to your mother's so I can be safe?"

He shrugged. "A little of both. Safety and the holidays."

"Will you return for Christmas?" she asked, barely audible.

He. Did. Not. Give. A. f.u.c.k. He really, really didn't. Too much bulls.h.i.t stood in their way-their age differences, their backgrounds, the annoying fact he'd killed her father. He stared straight ahead, unable to stay firm under her scrutiny. "Haven't decided yet."

"Will you send Kiera and Ellen away, too?"

Jesus. The returning despair in her voice made him want to rea.s.sure her, but he'd use her words against her. She'd set herself up for the response he thought best. "No," he said, liking her jealousy but hating her sadness. "We need some form of entertainment while we're here."

She drew in a sharp breath, hurt tightening her features. "I hate you," she whispered in a wobbly voice.

His gut twisted. Somehow, he forced himself to continue. "You know the deal, princess. Just because we f.u.c.k don't mean I won't f.u.c.k other women."

Tears rushed to her eyes, spilling onto her cheeks. Christopher clenched his jaw, the muscle ticking, feeling lower than dirt. She laid on the pillow and turned her back to him. Her shoulders shook, so he guessed she was crying.

"You let me pop your cherry and I know that's a big deal with girls." And him, too. He'd never f.u.c.ked a virgin before. Or no one like Megan. She was a dream come true and quickly growing to be his biggest weakness, as the past hour had proved. He scowled. "It means you attached to me or somethin'. In your head, any-f.u.c.kin-way. Not in mine, though. A f.u.c.k's a f.u.c.k."

She scooted closer to that f.u.c.king wall Christopher was considering sending a wrecking ball through, but he didn't want to think anymore. He didn't want her to think. Or cry. Or dislike him.

Knowing he added insult to injury by drawing closer, he took his jeans off and pulled her body flush against his. His erection pressed into her back and she wriggled and jerked, trying to get away but he wouldn't have any of it.

"You know you want me to fill up your hot little p.u.s.s.y." Nuzzling her hair and not giving her a chance to answer, he caressed her p.u.s.s.y with two fingers. She was slick with her cream and his c.u.m, growing wetter with his steady rhythm. He grunted in satisfaction when she groaned, the scent of her desire drugging him with need.

She rolled onto her back and parted her legs for him. He kissed her deep, his tongue pressing against hers. His fingers circled, dipped, tested and spread her juices around her c.l.i.t.

"You play with your p.u.s.s.y, Megan?" He inserted a finger into her, still knuckling her c.l.i.t. She lifted her hips and ground against his hand. "Answer me." He bit the lobe of her ear then sucked at the reddened skin. He increased the pressure on her p.u.s.s.y, coaxing more wetness from her. "You rub your p.u.s.s.y? Make yourself come?"

"Yes," she admitted, arching her back, her breathing shallow and quick.

He inserted another finger, stretching her, opening her for his c.o.c.k. He bent his fingers inside her, found the spot he wanted, and ma.s.saged her gently, her wail of release satisfying him. Keeping one finger against her c.l.i.t, he rolled onto her and thrust into her in a deep stroke. She screamed, her entire body shaking, her p.u.s.s.y convulsing around his c.o.c.k.

Involuntarily, her muscles clenched his d.i.c.k. She didn't yet know how to purposely use her body to give him pleasure. s.e.x was too new to her. Her movements sought rather than gave. She'd learn. Christopher would teach her. This was only her fifth time having a d.i.c.k in her p.u.s.s.y. Still, she was sensitive to his touch, striving for release.

He pulled out of her and rose to his knees, his nostrils flaring. He lifted her hips and thrust into her, exploring her flat belly, his mouth watering at the beaded tips of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He held her hips in place to halt her wild movements, showing her without words the pace he wanted, the control he demanded. He drove into her, held her gaze, their eyes locked upon each other with invisible bonds.

A sheen of sweat coated her flushed skin. He released her, stretched out over her, and covered her mouth, wanting to absorb those little noises escaping her throat. She kissed him back, kept him locked in the cradle of her thighs.

She squeezed her muscles and he groaned in a pleasure he'd never known before. Megan looked startled, a fact Christopher noted because she seemed to test her body's control, clenching and releasing, studying his reactions. He curled his lip, slamming into her. Even if he wanted to hide how much she affected him, what her body did to his couldn't be tucked away. She followed his movements, angling up when he bore down. Hard and deep, he pounded into her.

"Come for me, Megan," he demanded. His b.a.l.l.s were tingling. He wasn't going to last much longer. "C'mon, baby."

She whimpered and shifted, drawing his c.u.m out.

"f.u.c.k, your p.u.s.s.y is good," he snarled, holding her rigid, her belly heaving against his, her nails digging into his back. He poured into her and his entire body shook.

His ears ringing, he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, surprised the top of his head was still attached to his skull. As he regained awareness, he felt the stroke of Megan's fingers through his damp hair. The caress of her hand along the bridge of his spine. The softness of her lips against his jawline.

Just as his pulse began to slow, it sped up all over again. His heart seemed to burst open and fill up with Megan.

She squeaked beneath him and Christopher lifted himself on his elbows. Her awe and adoration was hard to miss and he swallowed, not f.u.c.king wanting this. Emotional entanglements hurt. They weakened. He still carried the scars of his grandparents' meanness; the agony of Boss's betrayal; the helplessness at his mother's sadness. He gave a f.u.c.k about those things and he hurt because of them.

"Christopher?" Megan whispered, her voice hoa.r.s.e and cracking after he'd f.u.c.ked scream after scream out of her.

f.u.c.k. Those eyes that seemed to see him so clearly probed into his soul now. On edge, he didn't want talking. He slid down her body, lowering his mouth to her p.u.s.s.y.

Megan snapped her legs together, trapping his head between her thighs, the viselike grip nearly decapitating him. Or, at the f.u.c.king least, smothering him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm about to eat your p.u.s.s.y," he muttered, pulling her legs apart and sniffing the musky aroma of her arousal combined with his c.u.m.