A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) by Kathryn Kelly, Swish Design, Editing Read Free Book Online Page A

clothes. “I want you so bad.”  
    His husky, satisfied laughter sent shivers through Meggie. He turned her and she braced her hands on the wall. He skimmed his rough fingertips along the backs of her thighs, sending fire through her veins.  
    A moment later, he slid into her, fisting her hair.  
    “You got good, hot pussy, Megan.”  
    He withdrew from her before thrusting into her again, leaning against her and biting her neck.  
    “Christopher,” she breathed.  
    This time when he pulled out of her, he released her hair and slid to his knees, burying his face against her slick feminine lips and licking her. She groaned, pushing against his tongue. He lapped at her clit, driving Meggie insane until the heat of his mouth became too much and she shattered.  
    Keeping an arm around her, Christopher stood and lifted her into his arms, kissing her deeply once more, allowing her to taste herself. He carried her into their bedroom. She’d left an accent lamp on and it gave off a low light, enough for her to clearly see the desire in her husband’s green eyes.  
    He deposited her on the bed, then left her, briefly disappearing into the hallway and returning with the clothes she’d removed. He closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, considering her.  
    “Don’t fuckin’ regret what you told Kendall.”  
    She wrinkled her nose. “Kendall doesn’t mean most of what she says.” While she wasn’t thinking about her sister-in-law at the moment, when she had time to ponder her words and actions, Meggie would regret tonight. “I understand what she’s going through.”  
    That was the reason she was trying her best to stay away from Kendall, for the time being.  
    Glowering, Christopher stalked to the little refrigerator. He grabbed a beer for himself and a water for her. Once he opened both, handed her the water, drank his beer and sat next to her, he glanced at her.  
    “Keep givin’ this bitch a pass and I’ma fuckin’ believe you a pushover.”  
    Meggie sipped from her water, then sat it on the table and crawled to her side of the bed, the air cool against her bare bottom. “There’s nothing wrong with offering her understanding.”  
    “Yeah, the fuck there is. That’s what that bitch want, to get the fuck over on motherfuckers. Every-fuckin-thing you told her, her ass needed to fuckin’ hear.”  
    “She just makes me so mad sometimes.”  
    “Then don’t fuckin’ apologize for that.” He finished off his beer, then stood and undressed himself as she removed the rest of her clothes. Once they were both naked and in bed, he pulled her into his arms. “You not a fuckin’ puppet, Megan. You got emotions just like that bitch. Don’t turn them the fuck off, cuz she sure the fuck don’t ig-fuckin-nore hers.”  
    “I know and it seems all I ever do is defend her to you, but I know how she acted before she got pregnant again. She was happy and friendly and—”  
    “And fuck her. I wasn’t sayin’ that shit to start a long fuckin’ conversation ‘bout her. I just didn’t want you to fuckin’ get it in your head to tell her you was fuckin’ sorry for tonight.”  
    “Okay.”  
    “Cuz I swear, baby, the way you told her the fuck off almost got my dick off then and there.”  
    She frowned at him.  
    “E-fuckin-nuff ‘bout that bitch. We got better fuckin’ things to do.”  
    “Like what?” she teased. “Maybe, talk about what you want me to cook when we check all the lights and ornaments in a couple weeks?”  
    Turning her onto her side and caressing the underside of her breast, Christopher bit her ear. “Nope. Seein’ how well my big cock fit into your little cunt.”  
    “Oh,” she responded on a breathless giggle. “In that case, who am I to argue?” she whispered, quite content for Christopher to test his theory.  
     

 
     
    “No fuckin’ way.”  
    “I’m sorry, Outlaw, but this has to be done.”  
    Christopher scowled at