Page 9 of Rebellious

Determined to stay present, Christopher thrust his chin toward the wall by the door. “Gunner’s bed goin’ there?”

She beamed at him. “Yep,” she said, finishing her explanation by walking to the wall where the door connected their bedroom with the nursery, bypassing all the shopping bags she’d deposited there. “This is where the changing table is going. I’ve ordered flower pendants for the light fixtures.”

Christopher glanced at the bags. “What the fuck you bought if you ordered so much shit?”

“Bedding, sheets, towels…” She giggled, her too blue eyes soft and excited. “I almost bought curtains, then I remembered there’s no window in this room. I bought a baby monitor, burp cloths, blankets, a bottle warmer.” She bent and snatched a bag, her hair curtaining her face and exposing her pretty ass. “I can show you. It’s so much, I can’t remember everything.”

Before she dug into the bag, he reached her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her to him, massaging his hard cock against her. “Show me later,” he said huskily.

Straightening, she dropped the bag, turned and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head against his chest. “Hmmm. I don’t know how we’ll pass the time until then, Christopher,” she cooed.

“Ain’t too sure,” he said, appreciating her willingness to appease him. He was on borrowed time. It must’ve been near three. The boys would be returning soon, so this would be a quick fuck.

He lifted her up and brushed his lips against hers. “I can’t wait ‘til next week when it’s just you and me, baby.”

She hugged his neck. “Axel’s birthday is next Saturday. I’ve already told him we won’t be home. I asked if he’d be upset if we left and he said he’ll be fine. He understood this is our late anniversary.”

Yeah, the lil’ motherfucker understood five fucking thousand dollars. Christopher had forgotten to pay what he’d promised Axel when they were in California. If he hadn’t paid that money plus interest and the ‘bro’ fee, Axel planned to tell his ma he would be too sad without her on his birthday.

Both Christopher and Axel knew Megan would demand they shorten their cabin stay if she went at all. Axel’s bro fee was a charge for helping Christopher with his woman.

“What’s the matter? You’ve tensed up.”

“Nothin’, baby. Just thinkin’ about Kaia.” A motherfucker he tried his best to forget until he killed him. Christopher couldn’t let him get away with hurting Rebel, especially since he and CJ handpicked that motherfucker to do one goddamn job. “Wonderin’ what the fuck he doin’.”

Shaking in fear, hopefully.

Megan stiffened. “Don’t bring that idiot up. Where is he?”

“Mopin’ in his fuckin’ room.”

“I want to send him away before we left Wednesday. Unfortunately, there won’t be an interview spot for him until May 15th.”

“Reb and Rule’s birthday? And where the fuck you sendin’ him?”

“To London. Away from Rebel,” Megan grumbled, resting her head on his shoulder, her arms still around his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her damp pussy on his stomach. “Every time she looks into his stupid face, she’ll be humiliated.”

Christopher readjusted her and guided his cock to her entrance. “She ain’t got to look into his face to remember that motherfucker cheated on her,” he grunted, thrusting into her.

Megan groaned and closed her eyes, throwing her head back. “Christopher,” she whispered.

The muted sound of his cell phone intruded afuckingain, but he ignored it, too busy fucking his wife to concern himself with the caller. He rained kisses down her throat, suckled the tender skin on her neck.

“You my fuckin’ world, Megan—”

Her cell phone pealed through the silence. A stranger—Christopher didn’t recognize the ringtone.

“Ignore it, baby.”

She nodded, squeezing her pussy and choking his cock. Ecstasy coursed through him, almost dropping to his knees.

“Your pussy—”

His phone started ringing again, encroaching upon their time. Megan relaxed her pussy muscles.

“Answer it. It might be important. It isn’t coincidence both phones are ringing. One of the kids might need something.”

“Rule in a psycho camp, CJ and the boys at school, surrounded by staff. Jo in the hospital. Rebel with that whiny cunt and four guards. Gunner on a playdate and Diesel with Easton. What the fuck they need from us?” he grouched.