this big fucking-disaster-in-the-making. He wanted to fuck Cash up.
“Want to come hang with us?” Cash asked Diesel. “Leave these boring old men to their families.”
“Can I?” Diesel asked hopefully.
Christopher knew Diesel was fucking. Several times, he’d taken him for burgers to talk to him without interference from small kids or Megan. She’d set herself up as his mother-figure, and wouldn’t appreciate discovering he used his dick for more than pissing.
Shit was different at this particular moment, especially with CJ there. Besides, this bitch offering her pussy was at least thirty. Fuck! He’d fucked older bitches at Diesel’s age, so what the fuck was his problem?
“I miss mother.” Rory’s voice prevented Christopher’s harsh ‘no’ to Diesel.
“What’s a mother?” CJ asked. “You got to add fucker.”
CJ scrunched his face up when everyone started laughing, clearly fucking clueless.
“A mother is a mom,” Rory explained, frowning.
“A ma a mom,” CJ corrected.
“You both right,” Christopher inserted, controlling his laughter. His kids never bored him. “You can call a girl ma, mom, mommie, momma, and mother.”
“Then what’s a motherfucker?” CJ’s question started the guffaws all over again.
“I know what a motherfucker is,” Ryan announced, leading Devon and Rule to them. “Daddy said a motherfucker a friend or somebody that annoys you.”
Noticing Rory’s avid interest, Johnnie attempted to look serious. “You’re giving your kid definitions of cuss words?”
“We can’t tell mommie,” Ryan went on. “She’ll make Daddy sleep on the sofa.”
“Shut up, Ryan,” Val ordered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “As if you motherfuckers don’t sleep on the sofa sometimes.”
“ My ass don’t,” Christopher said. “Ain’t ever as long as me and Megan been together.”
“What about when she does her pussy lockout?” Val pressed.
Christopher thumped Val’s head, not appreciating Val talking about Megan in such a manner in front of the Bob. “Don’t give no bitch a fuckin’ reason to disrespect my girl.” If Megan wanted bitches to know what she did when he pissed her off, that was her business.
Rule inserted himself between Christopher and CJ and raised his hands. “Tired, Daddy.”
This entire situation was out of fucking control, because of the amount of motherfuckers involved. Five little boys, a teenager, a baby, a bitch, and six grown ass men. Deciding to handle the easiest first, he lifted Rule into his arms.
“Lay your head on my shoulder, boy,” Christopher instructed. Rule complied without argument. “Cash, get this bitch outta my fuckin’ face and don’t ever fuckin’ bring her round my ass or my sons a-fuckin-gain.”
Cash shook his head. “If this is what married life is like, I’m right not to want that shit.”
“I fuckin’ know, motherfucker,” Christopher growled. “This the fuckin’ reason I’m cuttin’ your fuckin’ cock off if you stickin’ it in Fee.”
Rolling his eyes, Cash sighed. “I guess Slipper told you that Fee showed up at the party Saturday night.”
“Nope.” He hadn’t seen Slipper in three days. If Slipper thought there was something to report, he would’ve hit Christopher up on his cell phone. Since he hadn’t called…unless Cash was bringing this up for his own fucking safety. “Ain’t heard nothin’ from Slipper.”
The remark caught Cash off-guard. Adjusting his cut, he smiled. “I hadn’t expected him to tell you. Not really.”
Yeah, fucking really. Like fucking really, really. That’s why Cash brought it to Christopher’s attention.
“Stretch took her to his room,” Cash went on, “and I broke away from my little friend here long enough to make sure she was okay. But she wouldn’t let me out of her sight too long, so I had to leave Fee to Stretch’s care.” He gave the Bob a deep, open-mouthed kiss. “She hasn’t left my bed since,” he bragged when he
“Want to come hang with us?” Cash asked Diesel. “Leave these boring old men to their families.”
“Can I?” Diesel asked hopefully.
Christopher knew Diesel was fucking. Several times, he’d taken him for burgers to talk to him without interference from small kids or Megan. She’d set herself up as his mother-figure, and wouldn’t appreciate discovering he used his dick for more than pissing.
Shit was different at this particular moment, especially with CJ there. Besides, this bitch offering her pussy was at least thirty. Fuck! He’d fucked older bitches at Diesel’s age, so what the fuck was his problem?
“I miss mother.” Rory’s voice prevented Christopher’s harsh ‘no’ to Diesel.
“What’s a mother?” CJ asked. “You got to add fucker.”
CJ scrunched his face up when everyone started laughing, clearly fucking clueless.
“A mother is a mom,” Rory explained, frowning.
“A ma a mom,” CJ corrected.
“You both right,” Christopher inserted, controlling his laughter. His kids never bored him. “You can call a girl ma, mom, mommie, momma, and mother.”
“Then what’s a motherfucker?” CJ’s question started the guffaws all over again.
“I know what a motherfucker is,” Ryan announced, leading Devon and Rule to them. “Daddy said a motherfucker a friend or somebody that annoys you.”
Noticing Rory’s avid interest, Johnnie attempted to look serious. “You’re giving your kid definitions of cuss words?”
“We can’t tell mommie,” Ryan went on. “She’ll make Daddy sleep on the sofa.”
“Shut up, Ryan,” Val ordered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “As if you motherfuckers don’t sleep on the sofa sometimes.”
“ My ass don’t,” Christopher said. “Ain’t ever as long as me and Megan been together.”
“What about when she does her pussy lockout?” Val pressed.
Christopher thumped Val’s head, not appreciating Val talking about Megan in such a manner in front of the Bob. “Don’t give no bitch a fuckin’ reason to disrespect my girl.” If Megan wanted bitches to know what she did when he pissed her off, that was her business.
Rule inserted himself between Christopher and CJ and raised his hands. “Tired, Daddy.”
This entire situation was out of fucking control, because of the amount of motherfuckers involved. Five little boys, a teenager, a baby, a bitch, and six grown ass men. Deciding to handle the easiest first, he lifted Rule into his arms.
“Lay your head on my shoulder, boy,” Christopher instructed. Rule complied without argument. “Cash, get this bitch outta my fuckin’ face and don’t ever fuckin’ bring her round my ass or my sons a-fuckin-gain.”
Cash shook his head. “If this is what married life is like, I’m right not to want that shit.”
“I fuckin’ know, motherfucker,” Christopher growled. “This the fuckin’ reason I’m cuttin’ your fuckin’ cock off if you stickin’ it in Fee.”
Rolling his eyes, Cash sighed. “I guess Slipper told you that Fee showed up at the party Saturday night.”
“Nope.” He hadn’t seen Slipper in three days. If Slipper thought there was something to report, he would’ve hit Christopher up on his cell phone. Since he hadn’t called…unless Cash was bringing this up for his own fucking safety. “Ain’t heard nothin’ from Slipper.”
The remark caught Cash off-guard. Adjusting his cut, he smiled. “I hadn’t expected him to tell you. Not really.”
Yeah, fucking really. Like fucking really, really. That’s why Cash brought it to Christopher’s attention.
“Stretch took her to his room,” Cash went on, “and I broke away from my little friend here long enough to make sure she was okay. But she wouldn’t let me out of her sight too long, so I had to leave Fee to Stretch’s care.” He gave the Bob a deep, open-mouthed kiss. “She hasn’t left my bed since,” he bragged when he
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