Page 212 of Remiss

She nodded. “I’m their mom.Imade the choice to give birth to them. They deserve love and protection. They deserve to have parents who know their location,” she chided gently.

He winced.

Lifting slightly, she brushed her lips over his, then settled her fingers at his nape, missing the silky hair she usually ruffled. She was grateful Christopher hadn’t used Axel’s concoction all over his head. He would be bald.

“I always told you without you I ain’t givin’ a good fuck about nothin’ else, Megan.”

“You didn’t think to ask about Gunner’s whereabouts?”

He shrugged, stillherChristopher. Her Outlaw. Unapologetic, even if he’d lost himself for a while.

“Until you said the lil’ motherfucker was with Bunny, I hadn’t thought about him in hours.”

This man! Brilliant in so many ways.

“Christopher, whether I’m here, on the moon, or six feet under,you’retheir father—”

He tensed, growled. “Don’t fuckin’ mention you leavin’ me, especiallythatway.”

She kissed him again, soothing him, calming him. It left her breathless and wanting more. When it ended, he buried his nose in her neck and shuddered.

“I can’t be their father, if I ain’t your husband, baby.” He lifted his head and took her mouth again, his fingers roaming to her nipple and caressing it to a hard point. He pulled away, his green eyes blazing with love, possessiveness, and desire. “That’s fucked up, but it ain’t ever changed. I tried. To be there for them when you left. I just couldn’t.”

He was a work in progress. One day, he’d understand what she meant. Hopefully. Possibly. She wouldn’t say it was okay, because it wasn’t. But harping on it wouldn’t work.

Done talking, Christopher replaced his fingers with his mouth and sucked her nipple. Fire jolted Meggie and roared straight to her center, wetting her core. She shivered, moving restlessly.

“Eat my pussy,” she ordered. “I want to come on your tongue.”

He raised his wicked gaze to her and snickered. “Wicked lil’ bitch,” he murmured.

“Big bad biker,” she breathed, her clit throbbing with need.

His full lips curved into a heart-stopping grin, promising paradise. He nipped her other nipple, the flash of pain from the bite morphing into pleasure. He dragged a finger downward, his tongue following the same path, licking between her breasts, her belly, rimming her navel as he fingered her seam.

Meggie spread her legs, almost changing her mind and demanding Christopher fuck her. Before she voiced the words, he shouldered her thighs open and sniffed, nosing from the topof her mound to her hot hole. She tilted her hips, allowing him better access, allowing him to open her ass cheeks and inhale. He growled in approval and dragged his nose up again, driving her insane.

Her clit swelled.

“So fuckin’ hot and juicy.” His warm breath washed over her. “Hold your cunt lips open, baby.”

Her fingers trembled as she rushed to obey.

“Beautiful lil’ snatch. Fuckin’ perfect.” He swiped his tongue over her clit in a leisurely stroke. “Fuckin’ delicious.” He slid two fingers into her heat, continuing to suckle her, lick her, suck her.

Arching her back, Meggie groaned, rolling against his tongue and fingers, forgetting his order and burying her hands in the hair at the top of his head. She held him in place, fucking his face, screaming, jerking, bathing him in her orgasm.

He rose up, moving with urgency, and she didn’t know what he’d do next, too drunk on their love, too outdone after falling apart. He tapped his big cock against her lips and she opened her mouth, swallowing him deep, loving his hardness. He shot down her throat and she drank his cum, reveling in the saltiness of him, his masculine roar curling her toes.

She sucked her husband dry, loving his dick, adoring him, so glad to be home and in his arms. In his bed.

Next to her, he pulled her against him again. Not giving her a chance to catch her breath, he slanted his mouth over hers, grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

“I’m yours, Megan,” he swore. “Always and forever. Now and into eternity. Me. My body. My dick.”

Meggie giggled, fisted his cock head, stroked leisurely. “You know he’s a part of your body?”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “A fuckin’ separate part.”