Misled (16 page)

  
That’s what it
should
mean. Ass was ass, passed around from one brother to the next, as the mood hit. The thought of another fucker touching Megan sent murderous fury through him. But he wouldn’t tell that shit to her. “Not if you don’t want. You’ll only be my ass ‘til we straighten shit out.”

“Would you still sleep with other ladies?”

Ladies, huh?
“Probably.”
Not.
Bitches were brutal. If he still dicked other bitches, they’d eat Megan alive and spit her out. She was too fucking naïve and they’d attack her like a feral wolf pack. As it was, he’d have to put the word out to more than just Kiera and Ellen. Megan was fucking off-limits to all that catty bullshit.

Christopher stood
and her eyes rounded at his fully erect cock. He wondered what about his dick fascinated her so much. But, then, she reached out a trembling hand to touch it and he really didn’t give a fuck.

She stroked him, light and unsure. His dick throbbed and her gaze flew to his, her little hand hovering just above his hardness. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock
, reveling in her fluttery touches, needing to get inside of her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and moved her onto her back. All the while his mouth ravished hers and he was moving over her to cover her with his body.

He’d never tasted a mouth as fucking sweet as hers. He delved his to
ngue in, sipping from her, devouring her. His hand moved down, felt the tie around his pants covering her pretty little ass. He paused, glanced down at her clothes and shook his head. It wasn’t as if she’d fucking need clothes for the rest of the night. Tomorrow, he’d get her some shit.

He untied her makeshift belt and inserted his hand into the waistband, finding her bare. He supposed she hadn’t been able to find underwear. Easy access. All the better for him.

She froze when his finger caressed her slit.

“What?”

“He liked his hands there,” she said quietly.

He
being her fucking stepfather. He’d deal with that fucker. He rubbed her nose with his, using his forefinger to caress her with the barest touch.

He slid his finger over her again and she moaned.

“If you want me to stop all you gotta do is tell me, baby.” He thrust his tongue back into her mouth and feasted upon her lips for a minute before pulling away. His finger had found her feminine folds. He wanted to sing a chorus of hallelujahs at how ready for him he found her. Wet, hot, and tight, her pussy was his own personal Promised Land. He hoped like fuck she didn’t halt him. But he’d do whatever she wanted. “Like now. You want me to stop rubbing your pussy, just tell me.” He twisted his thumb against her clit as he breathed those words against her ear.

She
whimpered.

He laughed and kissed her again, speeding up his moving finger, adding a second when her hands went to his hair and combed through his locks. He bared the lower half of her body and shoved the shirt she wore above her breasts
, laying his hand against the flatness of her belly, nearly covering her. In contrast to his big, tanned, hand, her body was golden, perfect. He kissed around her belly button, her pubic bone, her soft, blonde pussy hair before going to the inside of her thigh and licking the tender skin there. He spread her thighs wide and bent his head, tonguing her pussy in one, long slow lick. She moaned. He lifted her up to him, settling her ass cheeks in his palms. He licked her, concentrating on her clit, wanting her to come to make his passage inside her easier. He glanced up and saw she’d lifted up on her elbows to watch him eating her. He surmised she saw his mouth consuming her sweet, pink flesh, his black hair dark against her champagne colored skin, his jaw with five o’clock shadow rough looking next to her golden curls.

She trembled against his tongue and arched up, her nipples hard points. He licked her through her orgasm before kissing his way back up her body and removing the shirt she wore. His clothes had swallowed her, he thought as he took her mouth again, curling his tongue around hers, filling her mouth with her own sweet muskiness.

He rolled onto her, lost in the blueness of her eyes, determined to ignore the trust in them. He parted her thighs with his hips and settled himself between her legs, not losing the connection of their mouths. He pushed his cock into her, not yet reaching her cherry. He went deeper and found the barrier. He swallowed, realizing he didn’t want to hurt her. Unfortunately, to fuck her, he
had
to hurt her this time. If the thought of another man having his cock in her didn’t infuriate him, he’d get up now. But
he
had to be the one to do this. Couldn’t imagine anyone else.

He spread her legs wider, kissed her deeper, and surged into her, burying himself fully inside of her. He caught her scream in his mouth, cursing to himself when her body stiffened
beneath his. He groaned at the tight grip of her pussy around his dick.

He tore his mouth from hers
, breathing hard. “You gotta relax, Megan,” he whispered, threading his hands with hers. “It ain’t gonna stop hurtin’ if you stay so tense.”

She whimpered.

“Relax, baby.” He kissed her temple, her hairline, swiped her tears away. “Relax.”

In slow degrees, her body
loosened beneath his and her hands fluttered across his back, sending goose bumps along his skin. He began to move inside her, slow, deep strokes into her snug, little body. Stretched around him, wet and hot, she drove him to hard thrusts. He inserted his hand between them, found her clit and fingered her. His own release was near, but he wanted her to come first. She twisted against him, jerking her hips, and crying out.

He came hard, growling her name and shaking as his seed poured into her.

Breathing heavily, he turned over and drew her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head, not sure what to say, feeling the weight of Boss’s murder more than ever.

Meggie rested her head in the c
rook of Christopher’s arm. He’d been silent for the last half hour and, although she’d never admit it to him, twinges of shyness made topics of conversation difficult to think about. She knew he wasn’t feeling shy at all. He’d done this many times before, so he wasn’t awkward or sore or afraid. They were lovers. So now what?

Christopher made it clear he was making love to her beca
use she slept in his bed. She shifted in his arm, turning on her side and facing away from him. She could just as well have been any other woman. Kiera, Ellen, or any of the other ladies who hung around. After what they’d just shared, the thought hurt her. She knew it shouldn’t because he hadn’t lied to her about anything.

She’d been drifting since she’d run away, the plans she’d made for her life a faraway dream. Instead of preparing for college, sh
e’d been homeless. Instead of waiting for the man she’d spend her life with to take her virginity, she was now
some ass
.

What did that even mean? Christopher could have sex with her whenever he wanted? She didn’t know.
Neither did she know how long she’d stay around now that Christopher had made love to her. She wouldn’t be able to stand watching him with other women. If she saw Kiera, Meggie would always believe she was there for Christopher.

“Now what?” she asked quietly since Christopher seemed content to say nothing.

Christopher’s arms enveloped her and he threw one of his legs over hers. He nuzzled her hair. “Now we fuck again,” he said hoarsely, palming her breasts.

Meggie wiggled in his arms and turned to face him.
A half grin curved his mouth, his eyes dark and heavy lidded. He knew her question meant more than his simple reply. Then, again, he’d already given his answer before they made love and he didn’t intend to change his mind.

Christopher rolled onto her and settled his hand on her hip, his erection thick and hot between them.
She sucked the skin on his shoulder, parted her thighs and sighed as he sank into her. “Okay.”

When Meggie awakene
d the next morning, the sun streamed through the window. She sat up and realized she was alone in bed. She stood and winced, noticing dried blood combined with dried semen on her thighs and the bed sheet. Her stomach growled and she hurried through her shower before finding more of Christopher’s clothes to wear and going in search of something to eat.

She didn’t like turning the corner of the hallway and walking into the main room because she never knew what she’d find. It was always a surprise. This time, when she appeared
, Christopher was leaning against the bar, arms folded. One of the brothers watched the monitors. Rack chomped eggs and sausage, a beer in front of him. Other men, many of whom she didn’t recognize but all wearing their cuts proclaiming them part of the Death Dwellers’ organization, sat at the tables.

Kiera and Ellen
sat on each side of Christopher, commanding Meggie’s attention. Jealousy swamped her and she glared at Christopher, ignoring the fact so much attention was focused on her.

Christopher narrowed his eyes and his mouth tightened. She wouldn’t give
him the satisfaction of making a scene. Throwing him a dirty look, she straightened her shoulders and started toward the kitchen. She reminded herself he wasn’t her boyfriend. Not that she knew anything about boyfriends since she’d never had one. She only knew her feelings and what she wanted.

He moved quick, blocking her way.

“Move,” she ordered.

“Where you goin’
?”

“I’m hungry
. I’m going to find something to eat.”

He grabbed her arm and dragged her in the direction of where he’d been standing.

She struggled against his hold, but he wouldn’t let go and she
was
causing a scene, giving supreme satisfaction to the two women. Her emotions were all over the place this morning and she wanted to sob with all the hurt in her at the same time she wanted to howl with rage.

“Megan,
give Kiera a chance.” Christopher’s deep voice rumbled the greeting and Meggie swore she heard fondness when he spoke the woman’s name. “Ellen, too.”

Ellen barely acknowledged her, just lit a cigarette, gave her a small nod and turned her back. Kiera, however, stood
next to Christopher and gave Meggie a slight smile. Though unfriendly, it wasn’t as hostile as Ellen’s.

Not speaking,
Kiera glanced between her and Christopher.

“We have church,” Christopher said. He and Kiera shared a meaningful look. He pulled out his billfold and pressed a wad o
f cash into Kiera’s hands. “It’s gonna be particularly intense, so no women can be on the premises. Kiera and Ellen nicely agreed to take you shoppin’ today. I gave Kiera money last night and just now. She has enough to let you buy whatever you want. Just ask.”

Megan blinked, sure
she’d misheard. He expected her to have a girl’s day with his lover and her friend? And he hadn’t even given
her
money? Instead, handing it to Kiera. Meggie had to
ask
for money to
let
Kiera allow her to buy things. She shoved him. “Jerk! I’m not going anywhere with them,” she screeched. She pinched his arm—or tried to. He had no give anywhere, so she didn’t do much damage. It didn’t matter. She ran away as fast as her legs could carry her.

Christopher pounded
behind her, his boot falls loud against the concrete. His legs were longer than hers, so he caught up to her in a moment.  He started dragging her back toward the way they’d come.

“I’m not going anywhere with your girlfriend,” she said around a sob. He’d just taken her virginity last night. He could’ve given her a break and not shove other women in her face so soon.
“I’ll just stay in your room. Not come out for anything. Not even food.”

“As if,” Christopher said with a snort. “You don’t fuckin’ listen. And I don’t give a fuck who you want to b
e with. You gonna go with Kiera and get the fuck outta here.”

“You could’ve given me your truck and money. I would’ve preferred—“

“You don’t fuckin’ know where you goin’.”

“I know how to follow directions,” she shot back.

He thrust his face into hers. “You have yet to fuckin’ demonstrate that. If you can’t follow one type of direction, I’m not gonna trust you to follow another type.”

“I can follow geographical directions,” she yelled. “And, maybe, I want to go to church. I need to pray. It doesn’t matter how intense it gets.”

Christopher burst out laughing and shook his head, wiping his eyes.

“It isn’t funny,” Meggie said in hurt tones. “Kiera has attended. I saw the way you two looked at one another.”

His chuckles died down and he stared at her before taking her face between his big hands and kissing her lips with tenderness. “Church, Megan,” he said between kisses, “means a club meetin’. That was all our look was about.” He stepped back from her but didn’t release her face. “Shit’s gonna be intense. After what the fuck happened fifteen days ago, we have to elect new officers.”

“And she knows what y
ou’re facing?”

“Yeah. She
been around long enough.”

“I don’t want to go wi
th them,” she insisted. “I saw you two together yesterday and—“

“I don’t have time for your bullshit right no
w.” He dug his wallet out and stuffed money into her hands. “Happy now? Your pockets fuckin’ flushed with money, too.”

No, she still wasn’t h
appy. He’d given Kiera money as well, so what he did for Meggie wasn’t because she was special to him. He just wanted her out of his way. She wouldn’t budge him on how he felt about women and relationships. She nodded.

“Fine,” she said in a small
voice. “I’ll get out of your way.”

“Megan,” Christopher called as she turned away.

She stopped but didn’t respond. He walked closer to her. Sighing, he glanced away then looked at her again, fisting her hair.

“I never expected to have to tell you this.” His hand
twirled a curl. “Seein’ as how shit have been goin’ this mornin’…I fucked Ellen, too. Most of the time—the exception bein’ yesterday—with Kiera.”

Meggie gasped before heat rose in her cheeks
. Embarrassed, she shook her head. “A threesome?” she squeaked.

A muscle ticked in Christopher’s jaw. He nodded.

“Why tell—“

“Kiera is a nice chick.”

Really?

“Ellen’
s a bitch,” he continued. “She’d tell you to hurt you. I wanted you to hear it from me.”

Speechless, she started to back away but Christopher grabbed her and kissed her hard. She kept her spine stiff, despite how much she wanted to melt against him.

“Besides yesterday, I ain’t fucked Kiera, Ellen, or no bitch since the night I met you. Hear what I’m sayin’?” He wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her closer. “I been dealin’ with club business. A motherfucker wants me dead, Megan. This is serious shit.” He shook her slightly and kissed her again. “Stop lettin’ shit bother you. Especially them two.
You
in my bed right now.”

Right now, until he tired of her, and decided to return to his two girls.

“I need your cooperation today. Can you do that for me? Please?”

Put like that Meggie couldn’t be a shrew and continue to harangue him. She nodded.

He kissed her nose. “Good girl.”

Kiera and Ellen kept a steady conversation between each other as they drove to
the mall. They ignored Meggie, which was fine. Despite her cooperation, Christopher’s audacity still chafed. She couldn’t believe he was heartless enough to make her spend time with his lovers.

It took
forty-five minutes to reach the mall and, for half the day, Meggie roamed from shop-to-shop, listlessly going through the racks, not really seeing anything she wanted. Meanwhile, Ellen and Kiera were spending nonstop.

Around lunchtime, they went to the food
court. Meggie watched while the two women pigged out on burgers, fries, and sodas.

“Hey!”

Meggie jumped as Kiera’s voice penetrated her moroseness.

“C’mon. We’re going to the van to save our
purchases. Maybe, we can speed things up, huh, babe? Try to find some clothes when we get back in.”

Out
side, the sun had vanished and gray, drizzly skies promised a drop in temperature, which would bring the air from cool to cold. She trailed behind the two women. They hadn’t warmed up to one another and Meggie doubted they ever would. She hated they knew more about Christopher than she did. He’d given
Kiera
money, only backtracking and giving Meggie money when she complained. They stopped in front of Ellen’s pink utility van. Yes,
pink
and peeling
.
What a way to stand out. The aggravating woman would want something like that.

As she unlocked her door,
Ellen blew smoke from her nostrils. They threw their packages in haphazardly, then shut and secured the van.  Kiera sat on the bumper and took out a small mirror to apply lipstick.