A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) (48 page)

Hiding his smile, he rubbed her nose. “You wanted me to eat your pussy?”
 

Her body heated against him and she flushed. “Yes.” She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.
 

Giving her a moment to compose herself, he eased her back onto the pillow, his mouth already watering in anticipation of tasting her. He slanted his mouth over hers, his hand caressing her slit. She was hot and ready for him, but she hadn’t asked for dick. He paused long enough to remove the shirt before resuming his kisses.
 

He swept his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her moan. His dick jumped, throbbing between them. He started to lick her throat, but paused. She was touching him through his sweatpants, her hand gripping his length. He jerked against her and grunted, pushing further into her hand and covering her mouth again.
 

Her fingers released him, their coolness skimming his stomach and invading his waistband to capture him again. She squeezed, timid. Val tore his mouth from hers, breathing hard and close to coming.
 

Dropping her gaze, she pulled her hand away. He didn’t want her to stop, and now was afraid to move, afraid she’d stop all of it. Her breathing was as short and heavy as his. She lay still, and he wondered at his next move. Earlier, after their bath, things hadn’t been so tense. He’d known what to do.
 

Hesitation crossed her face. She moved her hand slowly back to his dick. “C-can you come like this?” She palmed his dickhead and he closed his eyes at the pleasure roaring through him.
 

She used her other hand to cup his balls. A harsh groan escaped him. He wrapped his hand over hers and pumped, his mouth moving wildly over hers, cum exploding from him.
 

“Fuck, Zoann.”
 

Cupping her ass cheeks and pulling her to his mouth, he sat back on his haunches. Her feet rested on his shoulders. He lapped her clit, her legs trembling against each side of his head. He licked her slit, her hair-covered lips, the sensitive skin of her thighs, encouraged by her whimpering and her increasing slippery wetness. Tonguing between her lips, he
sucked her clit into his mouth and she tensed against his mouth, shuddering violently, her sweet cream dripping down his chin.
 

He released his hold on her ass and held her waist, his heart galloping in his chest. But he couldn’t ruin this and just bury himself inside of her. “Can I fuck you?” he asked, need vibrating in his words.
 

“Yes,” she panted out, widening her legs, all the invitation he needed.
 

He slid into her, worked in and out of her consuming heat, bracing on his elbows and knees. She rocked against him, the trust in her eyes worth all the gold in the world. Shifting beneath him, she opened herself more. Val thrust deeper into her, pumping faster, captivated by her gaze.
 

“I’m coming,” he ground out, forgetting too late he shouldn’t talk to her.
 

She tightened her hold on him and lifted her hips, a wordless comfort to her warmth and everything he’d ever need.
 

MISJUDGED
 

Book 3.5 – Death Dwellers MC Series
 

Christopher and Megan search for answers to very hard questions. Most important one. How do they go forward?
 

Megan stomped ahead of Christopher to their room and slammed the door in his face before he could follow her in. Scowling, he turned the knob and shoved open the door before reclosing it with a noisy bang. From the moment he’d walked out of the ring and gone to her to usher her out of the place, she’d refused to look at him or talk to him.
 

Now, she was flinging away her clothes, still not acknowledging him. Even when she’d gotten naked and sashayed her bare little ass in front of him, he could’ve been a fucking statue in a fucking park.
 

“What the fuck you more mad about? That I fucking fought or that I knocked Johnnie the fuck out?”
 

Throwing him a dirty glance, she crawled into bed and faced the wall. Just his fucking luck, the badges didn’t have the tools to knock the fuck out of that brick fucking wall. The one Megan always fucking turned to when she wanted to fucking ignore him.
 

No response. Clenching his jaw, Christopher undressed and got into bed, his dick already rising. For it, bed + Megan = fucking. He didn’t fucking understand when Megan decided to do the pussy lockout, chain up her fucking Promised Land. Understanding completely how abandoned his dick felt, Christopher glowered at the ceiling.
 

“You two could’ve killed each other,” she said after long minutes of silence. “How could you fight and try to strangle your own brother?”
 

“How the fuck can you ask me that shit? You already know fuckin’ why.”
 

“Because you’re jealous of Johnnie or you hate Kendall?”
 

She knew the answer to that, too. Or, maybe, she didn’t. He’d never told her Johnnie had admitted he’d had his fingers inside her pussy. Christopher had never told her that he knew she’d jerked Johnnie off.
 

Growling at the image that thought presented, he grabbed her waist and turned her, moving over her and pinning her hands above her head before she could protest. “He made you come,” he snarled, his jealousy and fury almost blinding him.
 

This was petty shit. But, fuck. Petty shit was less fucking painful than that
other
shit.
 

She had a lot she was dealing with, but so did he. He overlooked a lot of fucking shit on her behalf. Every-fucking-time she defended Johnnie, it ate him up. It was bad enough he had to watch them laugh and joke. Having to watch them argue like secret lovers wasn’t fucking happening.
 

She opened her mouth and he glared at her.
 

“Don’t fuckin’ deny it, Megan, cuz he fuckin’ told me. He made your pussy come and you jerked his cock off.”
 

Megan struggled against him, but he refused to let her go. His face and stomach was throbbing where Johnnie had punched him. Now, his pride was hurt because of Megan’s words.
 

“And Kendall grinded all over you and gave you a hard-on, so that makes us all even,” she yelled, shuddering when he bent and licked her nipple. “More so than when I saw you having sex with Kiera. We weren’t really together then. When Kendall did what she did, we were already married.” Writhing beneath him, she hissed at him, only allowing Christopher to hold her even tighter. “Sometimes, I think you and Kendall hate each other so much because you want to have sex with each other and that’s just pent up frustrations.”
 

Her statement shocked the fuck out of Christopher. If Kendall’s pussy was the last one on earth, he’d hack his cock the fuck off before he ever touched her. However, his surprise made him loosen his grip and Megan pulled one of her hands free, seizing the moment to slap the shit out of him right where Johnnie had clobbered him earlier.
 

She resisted and wriggled and fought until Christopher couldn’t take it anymore. Ignoring her blows, he widened her legs and sank into her, closing his eyes at the sheer heaven of her silken heat and burying his nose in her neck. She stilled beneath him and he raised his head. She was staring up at him with huge blue eyes, tears filling them. Her chin wobbled. Careful to keep his weight in his elbows, Christopher didn’t move. If she told him to get up, he would. If she turned away from him, he’d move, too.
 

“I was scared, Christopher,” she whispered. “Watching you fighting. I didn’t want to see you die and I didn’t want to watch you kill him. Don’t do that ever,
ever
again.”
 

Fuck him, but he was scared, too. Not about what happened earlier tonight. No, that shit was tame compared to
this.
Commitment shit. Marriage wasn’t easy. It was constant compromise and adjusting and backtracking and apologizing and consideration and…plain, fucking
work
. Shit was hard fucking enough with just
them
trying to work their shit out. Having all these different motherfuckers throwing their opinions out to them about fucking who did what, fucking what they did, fucking how they did it, fucking why they did it, and when and fucking where they did it, made shit even worse.
 

Having the fucking family from hell, thanks to fucking Logan gladly fucking up his daughters and grandchildren and all kinds of shit come to light, kept them in fucking turmoil.
 

Megan widened her legs for him and he sank deeper into her, groaning. His destructive thoughts scattered. Her little fingers skated across his bruises and cuts that neither of them had bothered to see to and he kissed her, the metallic taste of his blood in her mouth. He moved inside of her, his dick getting harder at her moan.
 

“You like the feel of my dick in you, baby?”
 

“Yes,” she responded on a soft, little cry that vibrated along his nerve endings.
 

He licked her lips, the depths of his feelings for her still amazing him and overwhelming him. “I love bein’ in your hot pussy, Megan.”
 

Her eyes glittered, held him captive, and he shook. He brought his hand between then and massaged her pussy, speeding up his thrusts.
 

“Come for me,” he whispered against her ear, biting her lobe. His balls were tingling, drawing up, preparing to let his cum loose. He fingered her clit and sank his teeth into the side of her neck. “Come.” He soothed the bite and the order by blowing against the red mark. The sting of her nails dug into his biceps as she lifted her hips and came hard on his dick.
 

Grunting, he slammed into her, her pussy juice coating him, her cries of pleasure buzzing in his head. His boy wasn’t there so he didn’t have to mute her by covering her mouth with his.
 

He stiffened and shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning into her hair before collapsing on top of her, their heavy breathing mingling and filling up the space.
 

Resting for a few seconds, he turned over, not wanting to crush her. She nuzzled her head against his arm and he pulled her into the crook, satisfied when she curved her smaller body against his.
 

“I love you.” He’d never get tired of telling her that. No, he wasn’t a nice motherfucker. His boys thought he was a fucking psycho stalker. Fucking fine with him. He was a belligerent, out-of-control assfuck. The
only
one he’d get in line for was the girl in his arms. She gave him purpose. She made him want to live. Whether he lived his life being a
psycho stalker motherfucker wasn’t important. With her, he could reign himself in a little. Without her… “I love you,” he repeated.
 

“I love you, too, Christopher.”
 

“So are you going to take my job offer or you gonna look for a job somewhere else?”
 

She lifted her head and smiled, her gaze shuttered. “I’ll work here until I can find somewhere for CJ to go during the day and I talk to Zoann about Ryan.”
 

“Where you wanna work again?”
 

She glanced away. “I have a bunch of different ideas. I haven’t settled on one yet.”
 

“Ever thought about looking into online school courses?”
 

“For office management. If I still intended to be a meteorologist, I’d need to go to a brick-and-mortar school.”
 

So he was getting answers from her. This was good. He’d get it the fuck out of her what Kendall told her and address her concerns then.
 

“How ‘bout you take some classes, if that’s whatcha wanna do?”
 

“Um…” Her voice trailed off and she swallowed. “No. I need to make the money first. Don’t worry, Christopher. You won’t always have to direct me about what to do and where to go. I’ll act my age and—“
 

Jesus, Mary, and all that was holy, he was going to burst a fucking blood vessel. “What the fuck you gonna be doin’? Goin’ to fuckin’ frat parties and lettin’ members drink beer from your fuckin’ navel? What the fuck that mean? Actin’ your age? Who the fuck know the right way to act at any fuckin’ age?”
 

She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut, fucking shrugging instead.
 

“I’m turnin’ thirty-five in five months. You think I act my fuckin’ age?”
 

Giggling, Megan shook her head and Christopher snickered. He rolled onto her and she opened her legs, letting him sink into her again.
 

“You gonna be fuckin’
twenty
. You ain’t able to figure every-fuckin-thing out yet, cuz you ain’t lived long e-fuckin-nuff yet.
I
ain’t lived long e-fuckin-nuff yet.”
 

She licked his earlobe and he closed his eyes in bliss. They’d continue this later.. “I got a early meetin’, so we can finish this conversation when I get back. Right now, talkin’ over and fuckin’ goin’ on.”
 

MISGUIDED
 

Book 4 – Death Dwellers MC Series
 

The fourth full-length novel in the Death Dwellers MC Series tells the story of club enforcer, Lucas "Mortician" Banks, and Bailey Andrews, the girl he's determined to hold at bay. Married to Mortician and expecting his baby, Bailey is just as determined to make their marriage work. How will win in this game of hearts?
 

Mortician followed Bailey into their suite, licking his lips at the way she swung her hips and drew attention to her ass. What a fucking beautiful view. Having her bound to the bed and completely submissive to him was a fucking beautiful
thought
.