Page 195 of Relentles
“I do.”
“I know. He’s family. Your brother.”
“Megan, I swear if you let me chop his head off and blow his cock away, I ain’t ever lettin’ nothin’ happen to our sons.”
“No.”
“Can I chop off a nut? When Kendall gave them back to him, motherfucker forgot how to use them. He ain’t going to miss one.”
“No.”
“A finger?”
“Christopher!”
“Fuck, fine!”
He moved away from her and stood. His back rockers captivated her like never before.Death Dwellers MCarcing up, curving around the Grim Reaper emblem, scythe dripping blood, andHortensia, WAhugging the insignia’s sides but dipping low in the middle.
Unaware of her contemplation, he shrugged out of his cut, revealing the guns holstered at both sides as well as his back. He yanked his shirt over his head, then ran a big hand through his hair, rumpling it further. The breadth of his shoulders and upper back tapered to a slim waist, his muscles as well defined here as they were on his abdomen. He sat to remove his boots and socks, finally raising his gaze to her.
A slow, seductive grin curved his mouth. Meggie gripped the comforter so she wouldn’t move. If she went to him now, she’d forget to discuss the condoms. His emerald eyes ensnared her. His fingers moved to his fly, his sexy smirk her own personal aphrodisiac. Her core heated. She slid her fingers over her breasts, rubbing her hardened nipples into achy little beads. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, she glided one hand lower, over her skin already prickling with anticipation.
Christopher’s nostrils flared. Desire pooled low in Meggie’s belly. He dragged his jeans over narrow hips and freed his erection. Long, strong thighs and legs greeted her hungry gaze as he stepped out of the denim and kicked them away. He stood in all his naked perfection, the ink on various parts of his body only adding to his rawness. His V-shaped silhouette was enhanced by a sculpted chest, toned arms, and hard abs.
“Beautiful man,” she said, her fingers skimming her clit.
He sauntered to his side of the bed, his swagger just one of the many things she loved about him. The moment he slid between the sheets, they moved simultaneously—he reached for her and she rolled toward him.
Turning on his side and pulling her into the crook of his arm, he dipped his head, claiming her mouth in a soul-drugging kiss. He tasted like smoke and alcohol. She threaded her fingers through the hair at his nape, surrounded by the scent of his cologne filled with notes of bergamot and sandalwood.
“The sweetest fuckin’ mouth,” he growled, raining kissing along her chin and neck.
She tipped her head back, shivering at each brush of his lips and moaned at the feel of his tongue licking her nipple.
A groan escaped her.
He lifted his head. She was panting.
“My Megan.”
Tingles swept through her at the rough possessiveness of those two words.
He trailed a finger along her jaw and she kissed his wrist.
“The most beautiful fuckin’ girl in the world and you mine. You belong to me.”
“Always,” she whispered.
Smiling tenderly, he guided her head onto her pillow. He sat up and laid a hand on her thigh, signaling her to open her legs to him. Maneuvering himself between her thighs, he wrapped his arms around her hips and sniffed her seam, prolonging her agony.
She raised her butt, on the verge of begging, close to an orgasm already.
“Fuck, but you wet.”
Pleasure zipped through her at his satisfaction. His tongue parted her feminine lips, the tip circling her clit. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, pressing his head closer.
He pulled back. “You ain’t comin’ yet, baby.”
