His muscles relaxed and he took care to rest his weight on his arms as he caught his breath. A moment later, he rolled onto his back and pulled her into his arms.
The lamp flickered off again and didn’t come back on this time. Megan stiffened.
“I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you, baby,” he told her.
“I know,” she said, slowly relaxing against him again, trusting him with her body, her life, her entire soul. “Unfortunately, I’ve never slept well in a totally dark room.”
“I know, baby.” He adjusted their positions so that they faced each other, although her head still rested on his arm. He buried his hand in her hair and massaged her scalp.
“I’d forgotten about the rain until the lights went out,” she confessed sleepily.
So had he. And, maybe, the fucking lamp had been sputtering during the conversation, but Christopher hadn’t paid attention. His sole focus had been his wife.
He bent his head and kissed her lips. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you more,” she responded as the light flickered on again.
They grinned at each other.
“Ima talk to our boy about his ride. If he want a fuckin’ Harley, that’s what the fuck he gettin’.”
She smiled tenderly. “I know you’re going to make everything right.”
That strange foreboding hit him again, and he realized that was what had awakened him. Whatever fucking cloud had dug into his ass made Christopher uneasy. And he wasn’t sure why. He only knew it had something to do with CJ.
“What is it?” Megan asked, sounding wide the fuck awake all over again. “You’ve tensed back up. The same way you were when I awakened.”
“I just…” His voice trailed off. “I ain’t too sure.”
He glanced down at her as she tipped her head back to stare at him.
“Is it CJ?”
“I ain’t got a fuckin’ clue, baby,” he lied. He didn’t want to unduly worry her.
“Shouldn’t he be home by now?”
Christopher hadn’t given him a curfew, but normally his boy wasn’t at the club long. Maybe, he’d decided to fuck one of the club girls.
Fuck.
Megan sat up. “What, Christopher? Your muscles are taut enough to pop. Did CJ really go to the club or is he on some type of mission?”
“No! No, baby. I swear.”
“Then what is it?”
“I ain’t knowin’, Megan.”
“Is he in danger?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Christopher’s heart stuttered at the thought of losing his boy. CJ had been his shadow from the time he’d been able to recognize ‘Law. Yet, as devastated as he’d be if harm befell any of his children, he knew Megan’s grief would be unbearable. Worse, he doubted she’d ever forgive him.
Fuck, he wouldn’t forgive his own fucking self.
“CJ fine, baby,” he swore. “He didn’t leave club grounds. We ain’t gonna lose none of our lil’ motherfuckers. I know this fuckin’ time you wouldn’t forfuckingive my fuckin’ ass.”
She frowned, then climbed onto him and leaned down, burying her face in the bridge between his neck and shoulder. “No matter what, Christopher, I will always forgive you,” she said fiercely.
