Misled (24 page)

“She’s probably still tired,” Patricia offered with a sigh.

Instead of acknowledging his mother, Megan stiffened.

Fuck him, his mother had said something to piss Megan off with
her
, not him.

“Tell us a little about yourself,” she continued with a weak smile. “What high school did you graduate from? What are your career plans?”

Megan threw his mother the evil eye. “I didn’t graduate,” she mumbled.

“What?” Christopher asked, surprised.

Megan shrugged. “I was supposed to graduate in the spring.”

Shit. What could he say? Any words he spoke would be hypocritical, since he hadn’t graduated from high school, either.

Patricia glanced between them. “You’re welcomed to stay here with me, Megan. I know Zoann made a similar offer and you refused because she wanted you and Christopher to sever contact.” She turned pleading eyes to Christopher before focusing on Megan again. “Don’t hate me, but my condition is the same. I think it’s for the best.”

High color rose in Megan’s cheeks and she narrowed her eyes at his mother. “Th
ank you, Ms. Donovan, but I have to decline. If you—or Zoann—really wanted to help me, you wouldn’t ask me to stay away from Christopher in exchange for your help.”

“Megan, maybe, we need to talk about this,” Christopher said. “You’re too smart not to graduate from high
school and go to college. Big Joe…” His voice trailed off when his mother raised her eyebrows. He cleared his throat. “Big Joe said you wanted to be a meteorologist. You need college for that. Don’t let me or no man stop your dreams.”
Especially
him. He rubbed at hand over his face at the bleak thought.

Megan slid her chair back and jumped to her feet, leveling him with her o
wn glare. She shook with anger and Christopher knew it wasn’t only this conversation. No, Megan had a bad fucking little temper, and if his mother pissed her off earlier, and she hadn’t said anything, this was like a ripple effect.

“I’ll go back to school. Either online for my GED or to the school in Hortensia. As for college, I’ll decide that next summer. But this isn’t a conversation that’s anyone’s business but yours and mine.” If looks could kill, he’d be so fucked. “I thought this would be a happy visit. Family. Food. Getting to know one another. If it’s going to be like this”—She spun her finger around. No one needed to ask what
this
was because
this
was shit. “—then I want to go back to the clubhouse.”

“Megan—“ Patricia began, her eyes wide.

Megan raised her hands. “No, ma’am. Please save whatever you have to say. I didn’t come here seeking your approval to be with Christopher or your judgment because I haven’t finished school.” Folding her arms, she stiffened her spine and raised her chin, staring directly into Patricia’s eyes. “Being his lover is my decision, not yours. I’m sorry the visit has turned out like this. I was really looking forward to getting to know you.” She stomped toward the door. “Goodnight,” she flung over her shoulder.

“That went well,” Patricia muttered.

“You’ve had five girls, Aunt Patricia,” Johnnie said, after he finished watching Megan’s little ass wiggling in her skinny pants, her long, golden hair fluttering behind her. “Sex, men, and advice don’t necessarily mix with young women.”

Patricia’s lashes lowered and she looked tired and drawn, much older than her forty-seven years. “Do you think she’ll listen to me?”

“She probably ain’t if you gonna repeat your offer. I think Megan should finish school, too, but if she’s pushed against a wall, she fights back.”

She leaned and rubbed his cheek. “I was out of line, Christopher,” she
whispered. “For everything. Forgive me?”

He bared his teeth in a semblance of a smile, the words from earlier still replaying in h
is head. But Patricia was his mother and, despite how much their conversation hurt him, he loved her. “Anytime, Ma,” he said gruffly. “Always.”

After two in the morning,
Christopher shuffled the tiles in the boneyard, the smoke from his and Johnnie’s cigarettes resting in the ashtray rising between them. He hadn’t seen Megan since she’d stormed from the dinner table. It’d been a long day, but he was restless, angry, and frustrated. He could imagine Megan upstairs in his bed, waiting to take him into that tight pussy of hers, wanting his mouth on her. Needing to talk to him about his mother’s attitude. But he stayed down here, hiding from her, like he’d hidden from his mother for a year.

A fucking lot of good that’d done him. She’d still found out he’d killed Boss.

Christopher scowled, threw back his shot of tequila, then chased it with a long swig of beer. His restlessness wasn’t the usual sort. He wasn’t longing for different pussy. Megan liked fucking and was willing to try whatever he wanted. Her body was his to do with as he saw fit. On the other side of that, his body was hers to explore, touch, learn, and use.

Yeah, he missed the club. But he missed the way it had been when everyone had each other’s backs. When friend was friend and foe was foe.

“You planning on drawing your tiles, bro? Or are you gonna fucking stare off in space all night?”

Christopher glowered at Johnnie. “Fuck off,” he barked. He drew his allotted number of dominoes and reached for the tequila.

Johnnie leaned back, his bare chest annoying as fuck. It didn’t have as much evidence of their lifestyle as Christopher’s bare chest. He was only glad Megan was asleep. Johnnie, the sly fucker, sensed Megan’s…what the fuck ever…with him, so he’d drank enough where he’d had no choice but to sleep over. Lying motherfucker. He lived right up the road. He could’ve walked the fuck home.

The thought of Johnnie touching Megan drove Christopher fucking insane. But his mother had made a very valid point. Megan had nowhere else to go. She gave him pussy because
she knew that’s what he expected from her to continue to sleep in his bed. The little bitch didn’t know shit about fucking working at a job. She
needed
him rather than wanted him. But with Johnnie…with Johnnie she had a choice. Even when he’d been a full member in the club, Johnnie was smoother than Christopher. Johnnie, with his light blond hair and light gray eyes, could pass for your ordinary everyday angel. Christopher, on the other hand, had blue-black hair and green eyes, a devil amongst men.

He chugged the tequila and laid down a 5-4.

“Talk to me, Christopher.”

“Whatcha want me to say?”

“What has you so upset and distracted?”

Christopher scrubbed a hand over his eyes. Another idea came to him. “Think I should turn in my patch?”

Johnnie didn’t laugh or judge him or even seem surprised. He cocked his head to the side. “Because of Megs?”

Unless Christopher knocked Johnnie’s teeth out, the asshole wouldn’t stop calling Megan “Megs”.

“Yeah.”

“She know?”

Christopher shook his head.

“So this wasn’t her request?”

“Nope. She ain’t fuckin’ Iona.”

“No, she isn’t,” Johnnie said evenly, the only indication Christopher hit a nerve.

“She deserves better than me. She should have this.” He made an elaborate arc to indicate the room, the house.

“This is your fucking house. She has you, she has this.”

“You know what the fuck I mean. She should have this and the type of man…” He sighed. “I wonder if she turns beet fuckin’ red when she looks at you because you such a preppy lookin’ motherfucker. So clean-cut and shit.”

Johnnie’s wide smile told Christopher the fuckhead knew how Megan looked at him. He had the
good sense not to comment, though.

He shrugged, instead. “My look goes with the territory. Remember, I’m the manager/owner of a lab company. I can’t walk the fuck around
in my leather.”

“I don’t
have nothin’ I’m good at, John Boy. Nothin’ legitimate, I mean.”

“If she means that much to you, you need to make sure the feelings are reciprocated. For what it’s worth, I think they are. Which leads me to ask you: would she allow you to do it?
Would she recognize what you’re willing to give up for her?”

“Havin’ a man is new to her.”

“Having an old lady is new to you.”

“She wants to be my girlfriend.”

“I’m sure. It’s those subtle nuances you have to work through. Of course, since having a man is new to her—“

“If you touch her, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.”

“You’re a goddamn barbarian, asshole,” Johnnie grumbled, cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“What are you two doing?” Megan’s sweet voice stopped the conversation and Christopher’s cock perked immediately.

She stood in the doorway, a thick robe swallowing her.

“Playin’ dominoes,” Christopher answered, harsher than he intended.

Johnnie winked at her. “Wanna make it a threesome, Megs?”

Megan sniffed and crossed her arms, her lips thinning into a straight line.

“I’m gonna castrate you yet, John Boy.” Christopher turned to Megan and cleared his throat to interrupt the staring contest going on between her and his cousin. He’d leave in the morning, clear his head, which he couldn’t do as long as she was anywhere near him. If Megan was just in his bed because she needed to survive, then she could have at Johnnie. And if she was with him because she had real feelings for him? Then he’d deal with that, too. Somehow. “Go back to sleep, Megan.”

Megan swung her gaze to him. “I wasn’t sleeping. I was playing a game on my new iPad, then I downloaded a few Christmas songs.
Would you like to hear them?”

“Fuck, Megan. I ain’t
in the mood to hear about some nuts roastin’ over a fuckin’ fireplace.”

A frown creased her brow and she shifted her weight. “Do you—“ she paused and licked her lips, staring into his eyes. She did that a lot when she was nervous, like she coul
d draw courage and strength from him, just by gazing into his eyes. Christopher searched his brain to recall a time when she’d looked at Johnnie with such shy tenderness and couldn’t come up with anything.

“Stay with us, Megs. A little Christmas music
would liven up the early morning.”

“Ignore his dumb ass. What was you about to say
, baby?”

“I was wondering
if you wanted to come to bed,” she said in a small voice, her cheeks red.

Christopher smirked at Johnnie, pleased to see his cousin’s scowl. He rose to his feet, already hard for her. Her eyes danced between his face and his dick, sparing a small glance at his chest
, which reminded him he needed a new tat to cover his most recent bullet wound. Reaching her, he grabbed her neck and pulled her closer, kissing her hard. He wanted to make clear who she belonged to. To her, himself, and Johnnie.

Johnnie brushed past them. “I’m going to bed,” he said, his disgust clear.

Christopher wanted to beat his cousin to the ground, but the way he saw it, Megan did as much flirting with Johnnie as he did with her. Johnnie was dangling bullshit coupled with the idea of a few hard fucks, baiting Megan with the words Christopher wouldn’t use. It wasn’t him. But, fuck, didn’t girls need a few dicks in them to know how good the dick they ended up with was?

He’d trust Johnnie with her. They’d shared girls forever. Why not let Megan test Johnnie’s dick, just so she could compare? He’d even be nice enough to have enough of Johnnie’s body left over to have a proper burial once Christopher fucked him up
for fucking Megan.

He listened for
Johnnie closing the door to the guestroom, right down the hall. His cousin liked that one because the waves were louder on that side.

Christopher untied the belt at Megan’s waist and slid the robe off her shoulders, revealing one of the short nighties he’d purchased for her. He lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Not here,” Megan breathed, already kissing his jaw. “Someone might catch us.”

Ignoring her, Christopher shut her up with another kiss and pulled his cock out of his pajama bottoms, guiding it to her burning pussy. He slid into her and grunted in satisfaction. She felt so fucking good, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her body wet and tight around him. He slammed into her, angry at his weakness for her. He thrust into
her, his strokes bordering on vicious. She whimpered.

“You like Johnnie, yeah?” A pound into her body stressed each word.

“Christopher—“

“Shut the fuck up, you little hypocrite. Bitchin’ cuz I was fuckin’ Kiera all the while dreamin’ of fuckin’ Johnnie.”

“I would never sleep with him,” she swore on a gasp. “I love you.”

If only those words were the truth, but he knew
better. “You fuckin’ liar. How the fuck you know you love me? Girls need more than one dick to know the difference between love and lust.” He hammered into her and she sucked in a breath.

“
Please. You’re hurting me.”

Christopher heard a growl from down the hallway, his anger intensifying at Johnnie’s blatant eavesdropping, furious at Megan’s inexperience and immaturity. Some whores were made and others were born. Megan was well on her way to being turned into one
with the way she liked fucking. As long as she was
his
whore, he had no problem. That meant, only
he
knew how she fucked.

“You
fuckin’ drive me insane, you fuckin bitch.” Her eyes rounded at his words and he grunted. “I want to walk the fuck away but thinkin’ about anybody but me in this pussy makes me wanna fuckin’ kill.”

She sucked in a ragged breath and slipped her fingers through his hair. “Shh,” she soothed.

“Aww fuck.” He gripped Megan’s ass, losing all control, pumping into her without mercy. His lips turned as bruising as his thrusts and he expanded inside of her, tasted blood on her lips when he bit her after realizing she didn’t deny his claim she liked his cousin.

O
ne final time, he buried himself inside her and filled her with his semen. Their breaths heaving in and out of their mouths, he set her on her feet. Yeah, he was acting like a maniac but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. It was in his genes to hurt those he loved. Fuck, waiting until the morning. He was leaving tonight. He didn’t need her, didn’t need this fucking shit.

Megan’s
fingers caressed her swollen clit and Christopher slapped her hand away, then dropped to his knees and threw her leg over his shoulder, plastering his mouth on her heat. She’d gotten used to having her pussy licked after sex, and now just rolled with the movements of his tongue, making those sexy noises that drove him fucking insane. He suckled her clit, bringing her over the edge, and she groaned, rocking her pussy against his mouth, her legs shaking with the force of her climax, her little fingers gripping his hair.

Panting
against her core, Christopher kissed the top of her mound, her pubic hair tickling his lips and nose. He trailed his way up her body until he reached her lips where he pulled away and took in her features, caressing his thumb over her lip and wiping away the blood.

Christopher gave
her a half-hearted smile and helped her back into her robe. “Yo’, John Boy,” he called, moving away from her and sticking his cock back in his pajamas bottoms.

He had to give his cousin credit for making a production of rattling the doorknob like he was just opening it. Megan glanced at him uneasily. When Johnnie stopped in the doorway, her gaze traveled between the two of them.

Christopher looked at Johnnie. “I’m gonna head back to the club.”

“Wh-
what?” Megan asked. Her lips were red and swollen, her eyes dark, her voice low and sexy. She looked and sounded thoroughly fucked. “We’re leaving now? It’s the middle of the night. Can’t we go tomorrow?”

“I didn’t say shit about
we
,” he pointed out. “
You’re
stayin’.
I’m
leavin’.”

He could do without the disapproval in Johnnie’s eyes. He, more than anybody, should understand the situation. Anyway, the separation would do h
im and Megan good. Since he’d started fucking her, they’d been glued to each other’s sides. Really, since she’d arrived. Here and there, he’d put himself out of her reach, but he’d never been very far.

“Ma’ll give you a real good Christmas, Megan.” He waited for her to ask him to stay, tell him she wanted him to be a part of the celebrations
, that she wanted him.

She lowered her lashes. “What about the Christmas tree?”

The Christmas tree he’d promised to help pick out. Jesus. He hadn’t even been able to drive Megan here in his pickup to use that death wagon to store a Christmas tree. He’d thought about the hidden compartments that had transported drugs, guns—bodies. How could he use it to store a Christmas tree? Bad enough he’d taken Megan shopping in it.

“Johnnie will take you to get one.”

Johnnie narrowed his eyes and thinned his lips, but remained silent.