No! Fuck, what was he thinking? She was still healing. Besides, he’dshotJohnnie. That alone would earn him a pussy lockout well into the summer.
WhenI Don’t Want to Miss a Thingby Aerosmith started, Christopher realized she had set up one of her playlists.
“Megan?”
She didn’t answer. He supposed he’d missed her. Usually, when she wanted him to be a romantic motherfucker, she prepared snacks for them, so she must’ve gone to the kitchen using the back staircase, a quicker route to the kitchen.
All the better. He could shower and remove the evidence of Johnnie’s fucking up. Christopher wasn’t sure what she intended since, by his estimation, she wasn’t fully healed from her surgery, but he trusted her. He refused to fuck up her efforts by confessing he’d fucked up an assfuck who deserved a more brutal fucking up.
Once the song ended, Christopher headed to the bathroom, regretting he couldn’t enjoyThe Work Songby Hozier. It piped into the bathroom too, but he wasn’t sure how much time he had to clean up before Megan returned. He refused to waste even a minute by going to the bedroom and turning the volume up on the speakers, so he’d hear the music over the running water.
A few minutes into the steaming hot water raining over his head and chest and washing away his first round of soap, arms wrapped around his waist and a small, soft body pressed into his back.
He stilled and squeezed his eyes shut, his entire being suddenly sizzling. For days, he’d been afraid to even imagine feeling her touch.
He was afraid she was too fragile. Her hemorrhaging had completely fucked him up.Herlife flashed before his eyes as he’d run with her. Their life together.
She was his life force. He could barely breathe without her.
No matter what, they always found their way back into each other’s arms and resumed their very healthy sex life.
But for a brief moment in time, his world had collapsed. Megan’s chances of survival had been slim, and he’d believed their daughter dead.
“Christopher,” Megan said, placing tiny kisses along his back and setting his blood on fire. Her little hand wrapped around his big dick, and he jerked, on the verge of coming. He wanted inside her.
Twisting around and dislodging her fingers, he lifted her into his arms, slanting his mouth over hers, sliding his tongue between her lips.
“Christopher,” she breathed again, threading her fingers through his hair, as ravenous for his kisses as he was for hers.
Their lips met delicately, then crashed together hungrily, varying between soft and affectionate to deep and fervent in an endless loop of love, desire, and tenderness.
Time stood still, but warmth and excitement flooded him, awakening every nerve ending and igniting a spark that exploded in his brain and exposed his soul.
The world, the bullshit, the fear and trauma of the last few weeks, faded into nothingness. All that mattered was her,them, and the solace and affirmation he found in her arms.
He adored her, and he would unto eternity, beyond his dying breath.
“I love you, Megan,” he said hoarsely. “You my everything, baby.”
She thumbed his lips, offering him a sweet smile. “And I worship you, Christopher. Without you, my life has no meaning. I don’t know how to begin to show you my gratitude for being a wonderful husband and an amazing father. You’re the best of the best, and the day I met you was the luckiest day of my life.”
He kissed her again, his heart beating in harmony with hers. “I ain’t too sure where I’d be without you. You keep me on my fuckin’ toes. You stormed into my life, and I knew if I didn’t change for you, I would lose you. You changed me and my entire world.”
Sadness touched her gorgeous face and her lips trembled.
“What, baby?”
“Nothing,” she said quietly, then pasted a smile on her face, leaned forward and kissed him again. “I love you.”
“Megan—”
She nipped his chin. “Put me down, my love. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Her words weakened his knees. “Megan—”
She inserted her hand between them and cupped his cockhead. “Now, Christopher,” she ordered.
Once he set her on her feet, he stole another kiss from her before she pulled away and slid down his body, pecking and caressing her way to her knees.