Page 32 of Relentles
“No, hun. I…Johnnie hasn’t been acting right for weeks. I’m not interested in seeing him tonight.” Kendall sounded tired and defeated. “I think it’s time I stopped my meds. I-I can’t handle my husband right now. I feel so weak and vulnerable, Meggie. Something’s going on and all I can do—”
“Kendall, I agree with you that something’s up, but please don’t forego your medication. We almost lost you.”
“I know, but Johnnie’s running roughshod. Before he gets himself killed, I need to step in—”
“You need to take care ofyourself,” Meggie said firmly. “Your kids need you. Johnnie needs you. He loves you. Roxy needs you. Your nieces and nephews. The club.Ineed you, Kendall. I promise I will try to talk Christopher down. I, uh, I…do you think I’m old and used up?”
“Old and used…Megan Caldwell, are you out of your mind. I’m older than you! Ifyou’reold and used up, what the fuck am I? A dried-up old prune with a shrunken pussy?”
Meggie giggled. “You’re so silly.”
“No, darling,” Kendall said with a chuckle, “youaren’told and used up. You’re a beautiful woman in the prime of her life with a husband that would move heaven and hell for you.”
“I haven’t been able to have sex with him and he hasn’t even hinted that he misses me.”
“Are you still under the influence of drugs, Meggie?” Kendall asked in outrage. “He’s been so worried about you, I doubt he remembers his cock can be used to fuck.”
“You’re a wild woman,” Meggie said, roaring with laughter. “Maybe, I should remind him?” she questioned once her humor faded away. “T-tonight?”
Kendall was silent for a moment. “The one thing you’ve always been confident about is your husband’s love and desire for you. Yet, you sound so uncertain and morose. What’s gotten in to you?”
Johnnie. “I don’t know, Kendall,” Meggie said quietly. She wasn’t up for whatever fallout happened once Kendall discovered that Meggie punched Johnnie and the real reason for why she was so upset. She offered the easiest answer. “I’m still not feeling myself.”
“I can share a couple dick-sucking porn clips with you if you need a refresher, hun. I’m certain you haven’t been cleared to fuck.”
“If all goes well, I’m hoping I’ll be ready on Christopher’s birthday,” Meggie admitted.
“Don’t rush it, sweetheart,” she advised. “Not even deep-throating. You don’t want to bite his dick, do you?”
“Not on purpose,” Meggie retorted.
Kendall snickered. “From one wild woman to another.”
“Take care of Brooks, while I take care of my husband.”
A couple minutes later, Meggie disconnected her sister-in-law’s call. She had a seduction to plan.
After sending Grant home because Rebel promised to look after Gunner, Christopher made his way to the third floor and walked to the end of the hallway, pausing outside his bedroom door. He had a lot of explaining to do, but he also had to clean up. Some of Johnnie’s blood remained on his fingers. Not to mention the smearing on his jeans.
Sighing, he opened the door and halted.All I Needby Radiohead played through the speakers placed strategically in the room, serenading Christopher as he studied the soft lighting and breathed in the scent of roses and cherry blossoms.
Their bedroom was huge. Over the years, during Megan’s renovations she’d had a wall constructed to definitively divide the room, then had the wall removed, then rebuilt.
With their last renovation, it was knocked down again, allowing Christopher a clear view of their bed against the far wall, near the door that led to the bathroom and their individual closets.
He walked forward, his heart pounding, and his cock stirring. The romance in the air reminded him of the last time he’d fucked his wife. Thanksgiving morning, her belly ripened with Jo, and her scent filling his head.
He’d never tire of awakening with her in his arms. He’d never tire of loving her or needing her.
The fabric of their marriage held firm, even if stress weakened a seam because of Jo, Johnnie, Bash, and the decision she needed to make on her surgery.
He knew her so fucking well. She might’ve been tired of having babies but she had the option. The surgery removed that choice.
As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t fix it for her. He’d remind her as much as he needed that he was more than good with all their lil’ motherfuckers. He didn’t need or want more children, if it meant risking her life.
It sounded fine on paper. But some girls wrapped the femininity and their desirability in their reproductive capabilities. Just like some motherfuckers relied on their wealth. And, fuck, no man wanted to think about the day he suffered cock failure.
Halting at the edge of the bed, he saw a scrap of red silk and lace panties discarded on the floor. His hands shook with need. He wanted her so fucking bad…
