Page 166 of Rebellious

Nodding, she met his gaze. He was so fucking glad she didn’t like the dark. He wouldn’t have lit as many candles. Her smile was slow and sexy as she began unbraiding her hair, then combed her fingers through the heavy mass. Her nipples beaded against the silk top. He sat up, pulled her closer, and buried his nose against her mound. Her pubic hair tickled his nostrils and they flared, inhaling her scent. Cherry blossom and woman.

She loved him to lick her pussy. Right now, though…

“It’s okay, Christopher,” she said softly, kneeling in front of him and caressing his jaw before kissing him. “I’m fine. Our children are fine.”

Mort and Val urged him to talk to Megan. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. She’d sacrificed enough for him. With his sweet angel re-emerging—kinda—she might overlook her disillusionment on his behalf.

Turning, she scooted back, lifted herself up, then slid down on his cock, taking him deep and groaning, resting her back against his chest. She felt small and fragile. Delicate. He leaned against the mountain of pillows, pulling her back. She laid her head on his chest, lifted her legs and widened her thighs.

“Fuck, baby,” Christopher panted, wrapping his arms around her legs. “Rub your clit.”

She moaned, turned her head into his neck, and licked the pulse point. He jerked, his cock throbbing, sensitive to her every move, to the feel of her, and her clamping pussy walls, squeezing his cock.

She rubbed faster, her breath hitching, her cunt wet and hot around him.

“Christopher,” she screamed, coming harder, drenching his cock and balls, drawing his cum from him.

He released her and fell back against the pillows, breathing heavily.

She slid to his side. Automatically, he wrapped arm around her and pulled her into the crook.

“I got champagne,” he told her after a moment.

“What are we celebrating?”

“Us. Rebel. Life.”

He waited for her to decide.

“Okay,” she said, and he kissed the top of her head, appreciating her and her strength that carried him and their family.

He didn’t move for long moments, content to hold her close.

“Talk to me, Christopher. What’s on your mind?”

“A lot, baby.”

“Tell me, love. I’m your calm in any storm. Your refuge.”

Always.

“Just as you’re mine.”

“The most pressin’ thing is gonna shock the fuck out of you.”

Megan groaned. “What did Johnnie do this time?”

“It ain’t about him.” Not fucking really. “It’s about Kendall and Mortician,” he said, and dived into the details after getting their champagne. “I talked to Mort. Kendall needs somebody, too. I ain’t seen her since CJ found her.”

“Johnnie is such an idiot.” Megan took a delicate sip of champagne whereas Christopher’s second gulp drained his glass. “And Bailey…” Another small sip. “I won’t even get into my issues with that witch. How dare she hurt Mortician like that! I can’t wait until she’s better so he can divorce her.”

Christopher poured himself more champagne, visions of Johnnie’s death dancing in his head. “Maybe, one day Kendall and Mort can live happily-ever-after.”

“You know it isn’t that simple, Christopher. Not with their kids involved.” Especially Rory. Megan took such a dainty sip, it must’ve just wet her lips. She couldn’t have even tasted the alcohol. “I’ll talk to her the first thing tomorrow and let you know where her head is at.”

Tipping her head back, Christopher licked her lips. “Thank you, baby.”

She smiled. “I have something to talk to you about.”