Page 138 of Relentles
“Yes,” she breathed, her head lolling back, offering him access to her throat.
Pumping into her, he ran his lips along the tender skin. With each brush of his mouth, she shivered. She clenched her pussy walls around his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he panted, lost, forever lost to her.
“Christopher!” she screamed, matching each of his thrusts with her own as she fell apart in his arms.
He stiffened, his own release upon him, his cum jetting from his cock and into her. She relaxed in his arms and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“I’ma have Kendall contact Torie to get the check back, Megan,” he said with a sigh.
The past hour had been hell. Megan had forgiven him. Nothing else was important. If she told him to shoot Torie into deep space, he’d buy a fucking rocket.
“Okay,” she said, refusing to give in.
Pleading his case would only piss her off again. The lies were one thing. Megan had a good heart. If he groveled enough, he could’ve made her see reason. She would’ve given the money to Torie’s son. But he’d allowed another woman to fuck with one of her children. In Megan’s book, that was unforgivable.
Walking in Molly’s room with a bouquet of flowers, CJ halted at the sight of Molly’s bed.
Her empty bed.
He set the vase of roses on the rolling table, and glanced around, unsure what struck him as odd. Turning, he walked to the bathroom door and knocked. “Mo?”
She didn’t answer.
Damn it. Maybe, she’d had another test scheduled. They’d already performed psychological, physical and mental ones during her prior stay. He couldn’t imagine what more was needed.
CJ turned back to the bed and studied it again.
Maybe, she would’ve returned by the time he visited Jo. He’d spent time with his little sister every time he visited Molly the past three days. Dad also visited Jo, and looked after the rest of his brothers.
Meanwhile, Mom closed herself in her room and Rebel wanted to kill them all. She felt he and Diesel betrayed Mom by siding with Dad and helping him try to cover up the fuckup with Torie. That had beenbeforethose stupid videos.
Maybe, because he was a dude like Dad, he understood his reasoning. Dad had done nothing wrong. On the other hand, Rebel had disrespected Torie. His little sister had a smart fucking mouth and a ferocious fucking temper.
She joked about the Terrible Triplets ending up in solitary confinement. CJ bet she’d get there first.
Dad was considering allowing him to go on the mission to scoop up Brett. CJ wanted to go. He’d seek justice for Rebel. Dad could get vengeance on Mom’s behalf. Diesel wanted a piece of him, too.
Dad wasn’t sure, though. He wanted to talk to Mom first and feel her out. Currently, he was high on her shitlist, so CJ wasn’t confident he’d actually go.
Mom’s total and complete withdrawal upset CJ. No matter what they’d faced over the years, he was always her potato and her buddy.
She still interacted with the other boys. She didn’t know they’d known, too. Even Mister-Everything-Was-a-Sin-Rule. Instead of confessing, the motherfucker allowed Daddy, Diesel, and CJ to suffer Mom’s wrath.
CJ walked to the window and glanced outside. It was another cold, New Year’s Eve. Last year around this time, they’d been planning Dad’s 49thbirthday party.
His 50thwas five days away, and it seemed not a motherfucker gave a fuck. He hadn’t even mentioned it. It had just fallen off the fucking calendar.
Kind of like Harley’s 15thbirthday a few days ago.
Fuck Harley.
Anyway.
Mom had just checked out…
CJ’s brows snapped together. He glanced at the bed again. Narrowed his eyes. The bed was neatly made up, the room spotless. Suddenly, the scent of disinfectant settled into his brain and burned his nostrils.
