Read Online A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) by Kathryn Kelly, Swish Design, Editing - Free Book Online Page A
Ads: Link
speakers wired into his garage. With the garage door lifted, cold air blasted in the scent of pine and damp leaves as he circled his Harley, wondering if Kendall would mind if he went for a spin on it.
He didn’t want to stress her out, so he hadn’t ridden in months because it worried her too much. Missing his bike like fuck, he ran his fingers along the cold chrome, remembering how blazing down the highway at full throttle freed something within him.
Maybe, he’d list a spin on his bike as his most wished-for Christmas gift. It didn’t have to be a long ride. Ten minutes tops would tide him over until Kendall got better.
Then, again, according to Kendall, if he got a taste he’d want the full meal. Her very reasoning for not allowing him to toast at the Halloween party.
She’d rewarded his easy compliance with a dick suck and very raunchy sex, appeasing his disappointment at leaving the party early.
“Roxy has Rory again,” Kendall said from behind him.
Grinning at her sultry tone, he turned to her, her beauty hitting him in the center of his chest as always. He’d abandoned his suit the moment he’d gotten home, but she still wore her office attire—a finely cut winter white suit that showcased her height and figure. She’d swept her red hair up, allowing strands to escape and frame her lovely face.
“I have your aperitif,” she announced.
Johnnie offered a chagrined smile. “St. Germain’s again?” Shit. Elderberry liqueur.
She nodded. “I can’t wait until I deliver Matilda, so I can join you.”
“You know, gorgeous, I’d really love a cold beer.” Something she’d stopped stocking months ago, right around the time she stopped her meds. “Just one.”
Her face fell. “I don’t like beer.”
“I’m not asking you to drink it.”
Folding her arms, she sniffed. “You can take the man out of the club…” She trailed her voice off, leaving him to silently add, but not the club out of the man .
“Don’t start. I’m not out of the goddamn club. I don’t want to be. It’s where I belong. Where we both belong.”
Tears rushed to her eyes and she sniffled, turning on her heel. “I have dinner,” she tossed over her shoulder, switching tactics on him. She knew her tears upset him. Being pregnant kept her waterworks in overdrive.
Ever since the argument he’d had with the boys earlier today at the law office, he’d been out-of-sorts. He shouldn’t allow them to affect his thinking, but they did. Mainly, because they were right. No fucking reason he had to live in this misery. Kendall could take her antidepressants. She just chose not to, which, in turn, made her miserable. She didn’t want to be the way she was, but the side effects were so great she’d used the first opportunity available to her to thumb her nose at the pills.
Closing the garage door, he debated calling Megan for advice, then quickly nixed that idea. Kendall would have a shit-fit. Besides, Megan hadn’t spoken to him since Christopher’s stabbing when Johnnie had yelled at her one time too many. He sincerely regretted his behavior. However, that had been the only way he could think of to get her out of the way so they’d move Christopher.
But she was one of the few people who could actually reach Kendall. One of the few people who overlooked all of Kendall’s faults, to the woman beneath the hurt and insecurity.
Unfortunately, at this point, shooting down one of Kendall’s decisions with Megan’s help would do greater harm than good.
Inside the dining room, Kendall sat in her usual spot at one end of the table. He rubbed the back of his neck. Not wanting to have a long fucking table between them, he snatched up his place-setting and moved it to his wife’s end, arranging everything to her right. Once he seated himself, he leaned over and thumbed away her tears, his heart breaking for her.
“You love me. Don’t you?” he added when
He didn’t want to stress her out, so he hadn’t ridden in months because it worried her too much. Missing his bike like fuck, he ran his fingers along the cold chrome, remembering how blazing down the highway at full throttle freed something within him.
Maybe, he’d list a spin on his bike as his most wished-for Christmas gift. It didn’t have to be a long ride. Ten minutes tops would tide him over until Kendall got better.
Then, again, according to Kendall, if he got a taste he’d want the full meal. Her very reasoning for not allowing him to toast at the Halloween party.
She’d rewarded his easy compliance with a dick suck and very raunchy sex, appeasing his disappointment at leaving the party early.
“Roxy has Rory again,” Kendall said from behind him.
Grinning at her sultry tone, he turned to her, her beauty hitting him in the center of his chest as always. He’d abandoned his suit the moment he’d gotten home, but she still wore her office attire—a finely cut winter white suit that showcased her height and figure. She’d swept her red hair up, allowing strands to escape and frame her lovely face.
“I have your aperitif,” she announced.
Johnnie offered a chagrined smile. “St. Germain’s again?” Shit. Elderberry liqueur.
She nodded. “I can’t wait until I deliver Matilda, so I can join you.”
“You know, gorgeous, I’d really love a cold beer.” Something she’d stopped stocking months ago, right around the time she stopped her meds. “Just one.”
Her face fell. “I don’t like beer.”
“I’m not asking you to drink it.”
Folding her arms, she sniffed. “You can take the man out of the club…” She trailed her voice off, leaving him to silently add, but not the club out of the man .
“Don’t start. I’m not out of the goddamn club. I don’t want to be. It’s where I belong. Where we both belong.”
Tears rushed to her eyes and she sniffled, turning on her heel. “I have dinner,” she tossed over her shoulder, switching tactics on him. She knew her tears upset him. Being pregnant kept her waterworks in overdrive.
Ever since the argument he’d had with the boys earlier today at the law office, he’d been out-of-sorts. He shouldn’t allow them to affect his thinking, but they did. Mainly, because they were right. No fucking reason he had to live in this misery. Kendall could take her antidepressants. She just chose not to, which, in turn, made her miserable. She didn’t want to be the way she was, but the side effects were so great she’d used the first opportunity available to her to thumb her nose at the pills.
Closing the garage door, he debated calling Megan for advice, then quickly nixed that idea. Kendall would have a shit-fit. Besides, Megan hadn’t spoken to him since Christopher’s stabbing when Johnnie had yelled at her one time too many. He sincerely regretted his behavior. However, that had been the only way he could think of to get her out of the way so they’d move Christopher.
But she was one of the few people who could actually reach Kendall. One of the few people who overlooked all of Kendall’s faults, to the woman beneath the hurt and insecurity.
Unfortunately, at this point, shooting down one of Kendall’s decisions with Megan’s help would do greater harm than good.
Inside the dining room, Kendall sat in her usual spot at one end of the table. He rubbed the back of his neck. Not wanting to have a long fucking table between them, he snatched up his place-setting and moved it to his wife’s end, arranging everything to her right. Once he seated himself, he leaned over and thumbed away her tears, his heart breaking for her.
“You love me. Don’t you?” he added when
Similar Books
