by Levine, Nina
“I’m clean,” I managed to get out, not wanting him to stop; not ever stop.
“Good, me too,” he uttered before thrusting in me hard and fast, to the hilt.
“Fuck!” I cried out. “Don’t fucking stop, J. Fuck me hard,” I demanded.
He didn’t need further coaxing. He rammed into me repeatedly, our faces mashed side by side, our breathing hard and heavy while we each took what we needed. The rhythmic slapping of our bodies and our grunts were the only noises in the room and it turned me on even more. J began to move even faster with his thrusts and I felt it build; the divine pleasure intensifying until my pussy tightened and clenched and the release hit me, exploding throughout me, and I screamed with satisfaction.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, and then he thrust hard one last time, and straightened and stilled as his release pumped into me. His head fell forward and he stayed like that for a moment, spent.
We eventually pulled apart and he let me down to stand next to him.
J smoothed my hair so it hooked behind my ear and then he kissed me, a slow and lazy kiss and I could feel the smile forming on his lips. “So fucking good, baby,” he murmured as he ended the kiss.
I laid my palm across his cheek. “I’m sorry I overreacted,” I apologised, my head so much clearer.
His face lit up in a wicked grin. “Yeah, me too, but only a little bit because it meant I got to fuck you like that.”
“You can fuck me like that anytime you want. In fact, if you don’t, I might just unleash my inner bitch on you so that you do,” I promised.
He grinned at me for a moment longer and then said, “Okay, time to get you clean and then to sleep.”
Fifteen minutes later we were in bed, me on my side and J behind me with his arms and legs wrapped around and over me. He murmured in my ear, “Goodnight, beautiful. I love you.”
Yep, this and J were home. “I love you, too,” I replied and drifted off to sleep.
15
Jason
Wednesday rolled around and it was back to club business. With Nix out of the picture, we could focus solely on our business interests and I sensed a distinct change in attitude in the clubhouse that morning. Marcus had called a meeting for ten a.m. and he outlined where we were at with key dealings. Storm had numerous business interests – restaurants, retail outlets, clubs – all legit, because we liked to keep our nose clean these days. We moved ourselves out of drugs years earlier and it had taken a lot of heat off the club. Currently, we had some distribution problems that needed resolving and he asked Scott and me to deal with that while he handed other jobs off to everyone else. The meeting was finished by ten thirty, and I was about to head out with Scott when Marcus stopped me.
“I had a talk with Madison last night. Seems she thinks she’s gonna be okay. I’m not convinced and need to know where you think her head is at,” he said.
“She told you we’re back together?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No, but any fool could work that out, J. And to be honest, I think that’s a good fuckin’ thing. She needs someone like you to pull her into line and I’m hopin’ like hell that you can help her keep her shit together. All this stuff with Nix and Bec must be doin’ her head in, but she’s fuckin’ stubborn and won’t talk about it.” He was frustrated and with good reason; Madison could be a pain in the ass when it came to leaning on others for support.
“I think she’s stronger than you give her credit for. Your daughter’s a fighter, Marcus, and yeah, she doesn’t like to talk about shit, but she’s obviously learnt other ways of dealing with it. I’m keeping an eye on her and will let you know if anything comes up,” I replied.
Marcus’s steady gaze lingered on me for another moment, taking in everything I had said and then he nodded, “Okay. Good. I’ll leave that with you.” He seemed reassured and I left him to find Scott so we could go and sort out this distribution issue.
“So, you and Madison, huh?” Scott looked over at me as we drove back to the clubhouse. We had been out all day dealing with problems and I was more than ready to call it a day. Madison called around lunch time to tell me she was going out job hunting and to organise to meet me at the clubhouse by five o’clock. It was nearly five now and I was distracted thinking about her. “Brother, did you hear me?” Scott pulled me from my thoughts.
“Yeah, we’re together,” I confirmed.
“Good, it’s about fuckin’ time.”
I chuckled. “Seems you and Marcus can agree on that. It’s a work in progress but mark it, I’m gonna marry her one day.”
Scott snapped his head in my direction, a stunned look on his face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Haven’t told her yet though,” I answered.
Scott laughed. “Uh, I hate to break it to you, but you don’t generally tell a woman you’re gonna marry her, J. And I really hate to fuckin’ break this bit of news to you, but nobody tells Madison to do anything.”
“Mark my words, brother. I might ask her, I might tell her, but either way, it’s happening.”
“You two are made for each other, both as stubborn as fuck.” He shook his head.
As we pulled into the parking lot of the clubhouse, Madison was walking towards the front door and I took in her sexy dress and heels. Her long hair was up in a ponytail, which excited my dick. Christ, I couldn’t wait to get her upstairs. She turned and waved at me before going inside.
Scott looked at me, shaking his head. “Keep your dick in your pants.”
“You wait till you find someone, Scott, and then you’ll understand.”
“Not fuckin’ likely,” he muttered.
I found her sitting at the bar with Stoney. I liked Stoney, but I didn’t like the way he was looking at Madison. “Eyes off her tits, Stoney,” I snapped.
Madison’s eyes widened and I waited for her response but she surprised the fuck out of me with her silence.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, moving off his stool to stand. “I’m outta here.”
“His eyes weren’t on my tits, J,” she said as we watched him leave.
“Yeah, baby, they were.”
She rolled her eyes. “You weren’t even standing in front of him to be able to know that.”
I moved into her space, pushed my body up against her side and wrapped one arm around her shoulders. We were now the only ones in the bar. Leaning my face down, I spoke into her ear, “I know they were because you’re wearing a low cut, tight dress that your tits are almost spilling out of, and it’s exactly where my eyes would have been if I was Stoney.”
Madison’s lips parted and her tongue darted out to touch them. My eyes took in the rapid rising and falling of her chest; I knew that she was wet and I pushed my erection harder into her side before stepping away slightly. She stood swiftly and turned to press her body into mine, reaching her hand down to rub my dick. I groaned and put my arms around her, gripping her ponytail and pulling her head backwards. Dipping my head, I licked up her throat and then took her mouth in a hard kiss. She was like a wild fucking animal, kissing and tonguing me, all the while rubbing up and down my dick with one hand, the other on my ass.
I abruptly ended the kiss and she whimpered, clearly not ready to let go. “I’m gonna come in my pants if we don’t stop,” I muttered.
“Fucking tease,” she complained. “I’m so wet for you right now, J. You don’t know what you’re missing.” Her hands stopped what they were doing and she pushed me away. Fuck, she was glorious; her face was flushed, lips swollen, nipples hard and it took all my control not to throw her over my shoulder and continue this upstairs.
“We need to talk,” I said, and with those four words, I killed the mood completely.
Madison’s body tensed. “About?”
I sighed and reached for her arm. “Not here, babe. In my room,” I said, and guided her out of the bar, towards the stairs.
We walked in silence, and when we reached my door, she turned to me and asked, “Am I going to like this talk
, J? Because I’ve had a really good day and I don’t want to ruin it.”
I ignored her question and ushered her inside. “Sit on the couch, baby, and no, you probably won’t like this talk, but we need to have it, and once it’s done, I promise it will be the last time we discuss it.”
I expected an argument but she surprised me for the second time that day by doing as I said, sitting and waiting patiently for me to start talking.
Moving to sit next to her, I took a minute to get the words out because I needed to say this right. “For us to move forward, we need to sort out the shit we left behind last time; the shit we didn’t sort out then,” I asserted, and let her take that in before continuing, “What happened with Rob really screwed us and I’m still not sure why, but I know that was when it all started to fall apart. I need you to tell me why.”
A pained look crossed her face and she sat right back in the couch, away from me. I reached out to hold her hand, but she snatched it away, placing it over the scar on her arm instead. Taking a deep breath she began, “Growing up, my dad sheltered me from the club a lot. Sure, I knew the guys and they were my family, but I didn’t know about the guns, the drugs or the violence. You know that already. When I started seeing it, I wasn’t concerned by it, or so I thought…” she stopped for a moment, getting herself together, “…until that night, J. When I saw what you were capable of and what Scott was capable of, it freaked me the fuck out. Neither of you seemed fazed by what you did, and at the time, it bothered me. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I also felt guilty that it was all my fault.”
“Rob was trying to rape you, Madison. He sliced your fucking arm and attacked you, and I couldn’t stop him so I did what I had to do,” I pointed out calmly.
“I get that, but the way you two just dealt with his body and carried on like nothing had happened… I found that hard to comprehend.” She was honest, and even though I didn’t like what she was saying, I was relieved that she was finally being open with me.
“Do you think that I like that part of me? That I enjoy doing the dirty work that being in the club requires? I fucking don’t. But I do it for a reason. And six years ago, when I fell in love with you, my reason became you.”
Her eyes widened, and for a moment she just stared at me. I had no idea what she was thinking until she finally said, “I know. I realise that now, J, but I didn’t back then. I didn’t work that out until I talked to Mum yesterday. I get it, and I’m okay with it.”
I cocked my head. “Really, baby? How can you go from not sure to totally okay in a day?”
She smiled and it hit my heart; it was so pure and genuine. Then she moved back towards me on the couch and touched my chest, and that fucking hit my dick. God, this woman turned me the fuck on. “J, we went through so much, and I let it break me, but having to put myself back together has made me strong, stronger than I’ve ever been. I didn’t get this until now. I also didn’t get just what we had, how we fit together. I didn’t appreciate you and what you are willing to do for me. Mum helped me see that, and she made me realise I need to trust you more. I don’t know if I’ll ever be totally okay with all the stuff you have to do for the club, but I’m okay with putting my trust in you and in the fact that you do it for me and our families.”
Fuck. Mind blown. I hadn’t realised she had come this far. “To give me that is to give me everything,” I confessed.
Nodding, she said, “I thought I had given you all I had to give, but this is the final piece of me. Now you have it all.”
Fuck. “Thank you, baby.” I leaned forward to catch her lips in a kiss.
She kissed me, but then pulled away with a sly grin. “Don’t think this means I will roll over and let you control me though.”
I chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby. You wouldn’t be you without that fucking attitude and that need to argue with every damn thing I say.”
“Good. Now, are you going to fuck me?” she demanded, reaching her hand to touch my dick.
16
Madison
J sat on the edge of the bed, putting his boots on, but also watching me get dressed. The desire in his eyes was clear, and even though we had just had mind blowing sex, both of us wanted more. However, we had agreed to go to dinner at Mum and Dad’s.
“Why did you say yes to dinner? I could have fucked you all night, baby,” he grumbled, finishing with his boots and standing.
I smoothed my dress down and slipped on my heels, noting J’s eyes slide down my legs and then back up to my breasts as I adjusted the top. Fuck, I loved it when he watched me with such intensity.
He took a determined step towards me and snaked his arms around my waist, letting his hands drop to my ass. On contact, I grew wet again as his hard cock rubbed up against my body. I hadn’t bothered answering him, and he breathed into my ear, “Dinner will be quick because I need to get my cock back in you real fucking soon.”
Fuck. White hot desire coursed through me. My hands rested on his chest and I wound one up past his neck to tangle my fingers in his hair and pulled his lips down to mine. He willingly took my mouth, and our lips and tongues came together in a frenzy of love and lust.
J ended the kiss and separated us. “Jesus, Madison, I can’t get enough of you.”
I smiled. “Good, baby, and you better feel that way for the rest of your life.”
“With that pussy and those tits and legs, I have no doubt,” he said, and then, “Now, let’s get going because the sooner we get there, the sooner I can get you out of there.”
On the drive over, he asked, “So, what did you get up to today?”
Warmth hit me. It was always the simple things like this that made me the happiest. Being with J, talking about our day, driving to dinner together; these were the things that brought a smile to my face and filled my heart with joy. “I visited your sister and Crystal this morning and then I went job hunting this afternoon.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You visited Brooke? How the fuck did that go?”
I laughed. “Actually, it went really well. We had a good talk about things and cleared the air. She was supportive of us and I think she genuinely meant it. She’s different, J.”
“Yeah, losing Bec has hit her hard and I think she’s done a lot of thinking since it happened.”
“Well, we’ve put the past behind us, and I’m happy about that because it will make it easier for you and me, and also for me to help out with Crystal.”
He nodded in agreement. “Speaking of Bec, the club is organising her and Georgie’s funeral for Friday morning.”
“Okay, I’ll let Brooke know so we can prepare Crystal for it,” I said, dreading the day, and that an innocent child had to even go through this shit.
“Good. Now, tell me about your job hunting,” he said, moving onto a much better topic of conversation.
I smiled broadly. “I got a job! I’ll be starting next week at that little clothing boutique on East Street.”
“That’s great, baby. Sounds like you had a really good day,” he said, draping his arm across the back of my seat, his eyes sweeping down my body and back to my eyes before fixing a lazy grin on me.
My heart fluttered. This was happiness to me and I was so glad to have another chance at it with J.
Dinner with my parents started out as a standard affair. Mum was her usual self, fussing over everybody, making sure we were well fed and trying to stick her nose in everyone’s business. Dad was in a pensive mood and was fairly quiet throughout the night. J was his cocky self, doing all he could to hurry it along so he could get us home and satisfy his desire for me.
And then my mother asked me a question that changed the mood of the night. “So, honey, have you decided if you will move in here with us until you get yourself sorted out?”
J’s head snapped up. “No, she’s moving in with me,” he said.
Mum didn’t miss a beat. “Don’t you two want some time to settle back into your relationship before moving in together aga
in?” She was staring straight at J, not even glancing in my direction. I didn’t know what was going on here, but it felt like some secret communication was taking place.
J scowled at her. “No, Sharon, we don’t want some time. We’ve wasted enough time already.”
Normally, I would be jumping right in here to tell J to let me make my own damn decisions, but I wanted to see how this played out between him and mum.
“Has Madison agreed to this J, or are you back to making all the decisions in your relationship?” Shit, Mum was stepping into unsafe territory.
J’s nostrils flared, and he was about to say something when my father spoke, “That’s enough, Sharon. This is between J and Madison. It has nothing to do with us.”
My mother’s head spun to face my father and she snapped at him, “Well, it will have something to do with us if Madison isn’t ready for it yet. I worry what will happen if she can’t handle it again.”
Oh, fuck me! They were talking about my drinking, and it pissed me off that none of them could just come out and say that to start with. I slammed my chair back and stood. “Just an FYI for you all, you know, because you never actually asked me, my drinking is under control. I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol in nearly two fucking years. Mum, I am moving in with J,”—I fixed my glare on him—“Even though he never took the time to ask me. I do appreciate the concern, but I’m working through stuff in my head, and I think I’m going to be okay. I think I’m finally getting my shit together.”
J’s anger had dissipated and he was calm as he said to my mother, “We’re working it out together, and no, I’m not making all the decisions. I know I’m a bossy asshole but I’ll do anything to make this work.”
Mum appraised him and then nodded, “I hope so, J, for both your sakes. I love you like a son, and when I say I’m worried, it’s not just for Madison. I saw what you went through last time too.”
