Page 92 of Relentles
“She isn’t my mother who is your wife. That makes her random to me.”
“You know, baby, not even your ma would grill my fuckin’ ass the way you’re doin’.”
“Something isn’t right. With you or with her.” She nodded to him. “The scrubs rule had been relaxed.”
“Rebel, would you take Gunner downstairs?” Megan called as she opened the door to the NICU nursery and walked in.
“I’m sorry, but there are too many people in here,” Torie said sharply.
Megan nodded, leaning against the door until Rebel stomped past her, then she walked next to him and stared at Jo.
“I can’t take her out again,” Torie said crossly.
Megan’s face fell, her spirits deflating even more. She started to turn, but Christopher halted her and pulled her into his arms. Women were different, especially Mas with very sick children.
Last night, when he’d gone to his room, Megan was waiting for him. They’d both gotten their heads on a little straighter. He’d breathed easier. He still couldn’t stick his cock in her pussy, but he’d eaten her sweet cunt and she’d sucked his dick.
Yet, something he’d meant to soothe her seemed to have caused a setback. Her spiral threw him for a loop all over again.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he whispered, tangling his fingers through her hair. “Lemme call Dr. Wilbur and see if you can hold her.”
“She needs to keep her temperature regulated.”
Torie’s voice intruded on his private time with Megan. She was overstepping her bounds. With all the other drama, he didn’t needheradding to it.
“Torie’s right,” Megan said miserably, pulling away from him. “I…you’ve already held her.” Not meeting his eyes, she backed away.
He grabbed her wrist. “Megan—”
“Our dinner is on the way,” she said, tugging her arms. “I wanted to let you know and maybe hold Jo.”
He hated to let her go, but she didn’t want his touch, so he freed her. “Megan, talk to me.”
Tears rushed to her eyes, and she stared at his cut, then lifted her liquid blue gaze to him. “The food is on the way,” she said quietly, and stumbled her way to the hall, where Orange and Potter awaited her.
The moment the door closed fully and Megan was out of sight, he turned to Torie.
“Don’t you fuckin’everdisrespect my wife like that.”
“I wasn’t disrespecting her. I was doing my damn job.”
“It aintcha fuckin’ job to offer pussy, yet you did that.”
“You weren’t immune to the idea until your daughter came in.”
“Yes, the fuck I was. I don’t want you. I want to help you. I ain’t ever lied to you about that. You,nofuckin’ woman, temptin’ me into fuckin’ over her.”
“We have chemistry.”
He scowled. “I love my wife. I’m fuckin’ hurtin’, Torie. I want my girl to survive. More than you’ll ever fuckin’ know. But Megan tearin’ me to fuckin’ pieces, too.”
“I get it! You love your wife! There’s a shortage of men—”
“What the fuck does that have to do with me? I don’t have a community cock to serve all the lonely bitches who can’t find their own fuckin’ dick.”
“It meansIam lonely. It’s Christmas Eve, and I want to feel special, too.”
“You jeopardizin’ club help for dick?” he asked, appalled.
