Misappropriate (28 page)

Authors: Kathryn Kelly,Crystal Cuffley

Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary, #Literature & Fiction

BOOK: Misappropriate

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“I, Christopher, take you, Megan, to be my wife.” The surety of his words resonated through Meggie, his gaze capturing hers and holding her captive as he spoke. “I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

“Wonder of wonders, you actually didn’t use the ‘f’ bomb,” Zoann muttered.

“That is cause for celebration,” Father Wilkins said dryly.

Christopher raised his hand and Meggie knew he’d flip off both his sister and the priest. She caught his hand and held tight. “My turn.”

Johnnie shifted next to Christopher, the light falling on his blond hair, sad resignation in his eyes. He nodded and gave her the barest of smiles. Meggie hoped he found a woman to love and who loved him just as fiercely in return. No one deserved it more than Johnnie.

Or Christopher, who was finally accepting she’d stand by him no matter what and protect him with everything in her.

She gazed up at her husband. “I, Megan, take you, Christopher, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you, obey you, and honor you all the days of my life.”

“Obey?” Lacey hissed.

“Notice he didn’t put that in his vows?” Zoann taunted.

“If you bitches—“ Christopher began.

“Christopher, do you take Megan to be your wife?” Father Wilkins interrupted, the ice in his voice telling Meggie he wouldn’t suffer them a moment longer. “Do you promise to be true to her in good times and in bad…”

“Pssst,” Meggie whispered, noticing the hostile glares Christopher and Zoann were exchanging.

Father Wilkins lifted a brow and sighed. “What?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“One moment,” she begged. She’d use her bargaining chip, something she’d kept in her arsenal to keep them in line. “Boys, if we can get through this smoothly, you can change out of the tuxedos as soon as this is over. No waiting until after the reception.”

“I can live with that,” Digger called.

“You fucks heard her.” Christopher grinned wider than he ever had, his eyes gleaming with real happiness. He winked at her. “I love you, Megan.

“I love you, too, Christopher.”

“Okay, Rev, we gonna behave,” Christopher promised. “Let’s finish up the ceremony so I can get the fuck outta this monkey suit.”

Unable to stop herself, Meggie burst out laughing and Christopher joined her, everything they’d endured to get to this moment more than worth it.

Chapter 18

Megan was already flushed from their lovemaking and, now, she turned beet red as the stewardess glared at her as Christopher led her back to their seats in the first-class cabin of their London-bound flight.

“You’re soooo bad, Christopher,” Megan chirped, plopping next to him in her seat by the the window.

“What the fuck ever.” He chuckled and stretched his legs out before him. “That ain’t what you was sayin’ when you was comin’ on my tongue and my cock. As I recall, you was sayin’ Christopher you’re soooo good.”

“Shut. Up.”

He leaned over and kissed her. “Nope. When you cover yourself with that blanket, I’m gonna rub your pussy again,” he whispered against her ear, nuzzling her hair.

Recognizing how much the idea turned her on from the deepening flush in her cheeks, he grinned. She didn’t pretend, so, instead of protesting, she sniffed, snapped her mouth shut and faced forward.

He massaged the back of her head, remembering how gorgeous she’d looked in her wedding gown and all that she’d given him when she’d pledged herself to him in a church. The events of this afternoon—the disposal of Cee Cee—seemed like a dream. He kissed the shell of her ear. She fucking believed in him to the fucking depths of her soul. He’d ducked out after the photos. Some of them had included all of them, including Megan and CJ, in their cuts. Unfortunately, Val couldn’t be in the photo and K-P had remained at the hospital until Val made it out of surgery. Once he’d left the reception, Christopher had gotten to the clubhouse and changed into some old clothes he didn’t fucking need anymore. Once he’d finished in the meat shack, he rushed and cleaned himself and put his tuxedo back on.

He was glad Megan had insisted having their reception away from the club. If it had been there, he would’ve tainted it with what went on in that fucking death shed. And he didn’t want anything tainting his girl. She was sweet and good—despite everything—and he wanted to keep her that way.

When he’d walked back in, she’d been dancing with Johnnie.
Of course she had
. Motherfucker wouldn’t waste a chance to take Megan in his arms with Christopher gone, but it satisfied Christopher when she left Johnnie on the dance floor to come to him.

“Thank you for not taking too long with whatever you had to do,” she’d whispered.

He’d smiled and kissed her, then led her to the dance floor without a word.

Now, he took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb in her palm. “Megan,” he said quietly, then snapped his mouth shut, not sure where to start. He was good as fuck at being dirty with her, but sweet words didn’t come easy to him. Even when their sex was gentle, he still thought of it as
fucking
. Deep down, though, he knew he was making love to her. But he wondered if she knew. Did she understand how he felt about her even though he just said he loved her and none of the other romantic bullshit she deserved?

“Megan, I ain’t a romantic motherfucker.”

She looked up at him and gave him an uncertain smile.

He pulled an envelope out of the inside of his jacket and tapped her nose with it. “This letter here is from me to you.” He shrugged. “Cuz I’m me and I ain’t gonna walk around tellin’ you no sonnets every-fuckin-day.” He picked up her hand. “But I promise you, baby. On every anniversary, I’m gonna give you a letter and I’m gonna tell you.” He swallowed. What he was about to say would put his feelings out there more than he ever had, even with Megan. “Maybe, some of your romance shit rubbed off on me. Not sure, baby.”

She cocked her head to the side in that way she had when she listened intently to something.

He laid the letter in her lap, tempted to let her read it, and be done with it. “I love pussy—“ He paused at her frown and pulled at his hair. “I love girls, Megan. I studied bitches as a pastime.” He cleared his throat and winced at her wide eyes. Maybe, he should’ve stuck to the letter. The shit coming out his mouth wasn’t the shit he’d written.

“This is—“

He held up a hand. “Wait, baby. Let me finish.”

Her look skeptical, she nodded.

“But ain’t no girl I ever met make me as hot as you do just by thinkin’ about you. From the moment I met you, Megan, I couldn’t fuckin’ focus on nothin’ and nobody else. All I could think about was you. Wantin’ you and wantin’ to protect you. I once told you you was gonna drive some poor motherfucker insane and I’m one lucky fuck that it’s me. A girl who challenge her man, hardly never fuckin’ listen to him, tell him to go fuck himself when he pisses her the fuck off is worth every fuckin’ minute of every fuckin’ day. No matter what, baby, I’m always with you.
You
,” he emphasized and grabbed her neck to pull her close and kiss her. “Those pretty pink lips.” He glided a hand down her arm. “Your beautiful, little body.” He bumped her nose against his. “Those gorgeous fuckin’ eyes of yours. All of you. We real with each other. Me and you. You don’t have to hide a motherfuckin’ thing from me. You can be you. Scared. Happy. Wild. Angry. Kinky. I don’t give a fuck cuz I always got you. No matter how many times you need liftin’ up--” He held out his hand and tapped his fingers against his palm—“I’ll catch you and raise you back where you need to be. I love the fuck outta you, Megan, and I ain’t ever gonna stop.”

Megan let out half-laugh, half-sob, tears streaking her cheeks. Christopher swiped them with his thumbs.

“I love you, too, Christopher. You make me hot and lustful for you, but it’s more than that. It’s about the two of us. You make me feel secure and loved and wanted. You’re a wonderful father and husband.” She placed a hand over his heart. “And you have a heart, Christopher. A heart that made me fall in love with you. I’ll always be here for
you
. No matter how many times you fall—“She grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it—“I’ll always be there to pull you up. You own me body and soul. You’re my everything.”

He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with all the tenderness flowing between them. Fuck him, but the look in her eyes made him want her pussy. His nostrils flared. “I want some more pussy, baby.”

“Why did you ruin our romantic moment?” she complained.

“Megan, every-fuckin-thing I said was the God’s honest truth, but I can only take so much mushy shit and mushy time is fuckin’ over.”

She shook her head.

“C’mon, baby. You know you want to give me some more pussy in that small fuckin’ airplane bathroom right over there. You a freaky little nympho.”

She smirked at him. “Yeah, but I’m
your
freaky little nympho.”

She sure the fuck was and Christopher had never felt luckier.

THE END

Praise for Misled

“This book hooked me emotionally and baby I held on right up until the end.”
Night Owl Reviews

“Kathryn Kelly did an insanely good job of teetering right on the edge of inappropriate.”

“I am loving biker books at the moment and this has got to me at the top of my favourites for that genre.”

“…Wow did it have some shocking moments that made for a good story. Took my breath away at times.”
Rawbooksonline.com

“…This is a really good book, but it is not for the faint of heart.”

Mydailyromance.com

“I totally love that author Kathryn Kelly was able to incorporate some humor with …naughty rhetoric – that takes special talent and she has that in spades.”
BookieNookieReviews.com

“…This book found me and it left me breathless.”

Thesubclubbooks.com

“Great characters. Great secondary characters. Great writing.”

Intothenightbookreviews.com

“Misled now joins the ranks of my favorite MC books…”

Kawehisbookblog.com

“Kathryn…scooped me up and swept me along with her story, she made me fall in love with her characters and gripped me til the end.”

Bcwbookscoffeeandwine.com

“Misled is a great book but not for the faint of heart.”

Riverinaromantics.com

“I could not stop reading.”
Shebookblogs.com

“This book made no apologies and was a more gripping tale because of it.”
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