Page 191 of Rebellious

CJ sidled a glance at Ryan, who smirked and drank deeply from his bottle.

“It doesn’t matter, Dad.”

“It does, son. You didn’t even have no cum catchers. If you want to have sex, you got to stay ready. There’re diseases and girls like Skye. But sex…you don’t have a fuckin’ tickin’ clock that’s about to fuckin’ expire.”

“You’d already had sex…”

“You a broken fuckin’ record, CJ. Me and you different, boy. My ass probably shoulda waited, too. Fuckin’ not the measure of a man. Heart and soul is. If you never fuck, that’s your fuckin’ business and your fuckin’ cock.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, Dad. It just never seems like the right time or place.” Once again, he dropped his gaze.

“Or the right person,” Christopher guessed, having an idea of who CJ wanted.

“Yeah, Dad.”

Draining his beer, Christopher grabbed another one, then looked at all the motherfuckers at the table, but stared at Narci. “Do any motherfucker have a problem with my boy, his cock, and what the fuck he do with it? Speak now or forever hold your fuckin’ peace.”

“I don’t,” Narci blurted, raising his hands as if Christopher had a fucking gun on him.

“What about you, Ryan?” Val asked.

“Ryan helped me a lot tonight, Uncle Val,” CJ said. “Seriously. I needed to hear what he had to say.”

Hope flickered across Val’s face, before he clenched his jaw and nodded. Christopher needed to talk to him about Ryan. As soon as him and Megan returned from the cabin.

“Girls are a lot of trouble, CJ,” Grant said.

Grumbles of agreement went up from all the motherfuckers except Christopher and Val.

“You have to be able to separate sex and lovemaking,” Grant added.

“Don’t forget to add fucking,” Torrin said.

They all snickered.

CJ’s eyes widened. “There’s a difference?”

“Yeah, CJ,” Diesel answered, and Christopher was so fucking glad.

How the fuck could he have answered that when every motherfucker knew he’d done all three only with Megan for the last seventeen and a half years?

“Maybe I can get Fia to teach you the difference,” Diesel said, addressing CJ but smirking at Kaia.

That motherfucker frowned.

“I don’t think it should be a club girl,” Val said with a shake of his head. “Imagine if it get back to Meggie? Especially if it’s Fia? She’d kill that bitch herself.”

“Yeah, she probably would.” It was Christopher’s turn to sound like a pathetic bitch. “Even though she barely at this motherfucker lately.”

“I would’ve thought she’d be blowing up your phone,” Val said.

“I called Mom when I got back to the club, Uncle Val. Before Dad came out. I just told her I had to watch football footage.”

Christopher pursed his lips. He should’ve warned CJ not to make a habit out of lying to his ma, but he had to allow his boy to share what he wanted with Megan.

“Have you washed your cock with antibacterial soap, by any chance, CJ?” Diesel asked.

“No,” CJ responded, blushed and then growled. “Why is this so fucking embarrassing? I’ve watched porn.”