Page 86 of Rebellious

“A hug?” she asked around a sniffle, unsure.

He smiled and caressed her cheek, then pulled her into his embrace. She hugged him tightly, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to force that happiness and safety back.

“I was scared too, Megan,” he said. “I love my children, but I ain’t their ma. I ain’t you. I didn’t carry them inside me and protect them for months. You got the type of bond, I’m never havin’ with them, even if those lil’ motherfuckers don’t appreciate it. I do. I appreciate what a fierce ma you are. How you protect them and fight for them.”

She thought about Rule, hundreds of miles away because she hadn’t protected him.

“I appreciate all the time you give them, even when I act like one of them and demand you pay attention to me, too.”

Straightening, she looked at her husband and thumbed his lips. “It doesn’t mean I don’t adore you, Christopher.”

“I know, baby. I just…” He swallowed. “I just love you so fuckin’ much. I can’t even find the right words to express it to make you understand.”

“You show me. Every day. A woman couldn’t ask for a better husband than you. I’m so grateful to you and for you.”

He nodded, stood, and grunted. “My fuckin’ knees ain’t able to take that hard fucking marble one more fuckin’ minute.”

She laughed and laid her hands against his chest. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

He turned her toward the showerhead, allowing the water to wash off the soap. Once he cut the water, he opened the shower door and guided her to the sofa. He was too tall to lay comfortably, even on top of her, so he sat and pulled her onto his lap, spreading her pussy lips and massage her clit, readying her for his invasion. He slipped a finger inside her, mimicking cock movements with the in-and-out friction.

“I wanna fuck this pussy,” he murmured between kisses, still finger fucking her. “I want my cock deep in you.”

“I want you deep inside of me, too,” she breathed, grinding her hips.

“Turn,” he told her.

Frantic to come, she complied, impaling herself on his long, thick cock and spreading her legs. He wrapped an arm around her waist, bouncing her up and down. Laying her head against his chest, she lifted her arm and buried it in his hair. She couldn’t wait for it to grow back fully.

Cool air brushed over her nipples, her reverse cowgirl position exposing them to the AC vent overhead. He chinned her hair aside and bit her earlobe.

Meggie cried out, on the verge, quickening her movements, her clit pulsing, his cock throbbing inside her.

“Use one hand to rub my nuts and the other to play with your pussy. I’ll fuck you.”

“What?” she gasped, barely processing his words.

When he repeated them, his order finally registered and she complied.

Gripping her waist and holding her in place, Christopher powered his cock into her, hard, fast, and deep, stealing her thoughts. Her fingers stroked her clit, his balls rubbing against the palm of her hand with each stroke into her.

Her screams rose around them, echoing in the bathroom. She squeezed her pussy muscles, choking his hammering dick. She lost sense of self, awareness, everything except her husband inside of her, exploding, flooding him with her juices.

“Fuuuuccccckkkkkk,” he yelled, fucking his cum into her, tightening his hold on her.

Breathing heavily, they relaxed, him against the sofa and her against him.

A few minutes later, he kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Megan. I know I say it all the time, but I don’t ever get tired of lettin’ you hear those words.”

“I love you, too.” She never tired of expressing her feelings to him or hearing his. “I couldn’t imagine life without you.”

The moment those words left her mouth, foreboding hit her.

Meggie kept it to herself.

Johnnie tossed and turned most of the night. Yesterday played on repeat in his head, especially that phone call from the office of Anne Phillips. He wanted to see Kendall’s next move. If she had the balls to walk out their door today. She must’ve known he’d answered her phone by now.

Yet…