by Nina Levine
Just when I thought I had him a shot rang out and I turned to see that the VP of Black Deeds, Bullet, had arrived, along with about six other members. “Enough!” he yelled and his guys all focused their guns on us.
Fuck.
Bullet was a nasty piece of work, and today he appeared to be in a murderous mood going by the look on his face, and his tense body language. He spoke at Marcus, “Let Nix go,” he trained his gun on Madison, “Or I shoot her.”
Marcus didn’t hesitate; he shoved Nix towards Bullet. Nix stumbled, but turned and attempted to punch Marcus, who saw it coming, ducked and then straightened, grabbing Nix by the throat.
Bullet stalked over to them and ripped Nix away from Marcus. “Fucking leave it, Nix,” he growled, “This shit is done.”
Nix turned his dark eyes on Bullet and seethed, “Watch your fucking mouth, VP. This shit isn’t done till I say it is, and it’s not fucking done.”
Bullet nodded at one of their guys who turned his gun from our people and aimed it at Nix. “The club says it’s done,” Bullet asserted, and the guy pulled the trigger.
I watched as Nix slumped to the floor; stunned. Never in a million years had I expected that they would take their own President out. But, it was possibly the best move they could have made.
My eyes shot to Madison and I took in her alarm. Fuck, this needed to be over but I had no clue where Bullet was taking it.
“Right, you get your guys out of here and this is done. No fucking retribution for anything Nix did; he wasn’t backed by the club for any of that shit,” Bullet said to Marcus.
Marcus considered what he had said, giving both Scott and I a quick glance. Scott lifted his chin, indicating his consent and I followed suit. We didn’t want a war with Black Deeds; it had only ever been Nix that we were after, and that had been taken care of. I was fucking pissed though; I had wanted to draw his death out and fucking make him suffer. I had wanted to be the cause of his blood pouring from his body.
Turning back to Bullet, Marcus agreed and then raised his hand in the air, circling his finger and pointing at the door. He had grabbed Sharon, and I headed towards Madison, who Scott had untied.
I held her face between my hands and searched her eyes, “You okay, baby?” I asked.
She kept her shit together and nodded, “Yeah,” she replied and then, with an emotion I couldn’t quite figure out, “Take me home, J.” Her hands covered mine and she grasped them both pulling them down to our sides. We stood there for a moment like that, her eyes no longer cold towards me but rather, there was a heat to her stare. And it fucking hit me in the belly and then, of course, my dick did his happy dance again. I growled and nodded, leading her out to my bike, not even giving Bullet, Marcus or any of the boys a second glance.
I was fucking taking Madison home, and no fucker was getting in my way.
Chapter 13
Madison
J was on a mission and I was going with it. I was letting myself feel again. After shutting my feelings down for so long, to now let myself go there was electric. My body was buzzing, my mind was dancing with the possibilities and my desire for J was in fucking overdrive. I needed to have him. Now.
Any doubts I had been having about how he felt had been erased when I saw the raw emotion he experienced when he saw me tied up by Nix. I never thought I’d see the day, but I had been relieved when he’d killed that fucker standing over me. It was no secret that I struggled with the violence surrounding Storm, but my eyes had been opened today and my Mum was right; anything J did was for those he loved. Even what he had done to Rob. I was shitty at myself for taking so long to see this because it had kept me from J all this time. And I didn’t want to be without him for one second longer.
I followed him wordlessly through his house into his bedroom, all the while holding his hand; I wasn’t letting him go.
When we reached his room he turned to me, and pulled me to him. Our eyes locked and I licked my lips, drawing his attention to my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his neck letting my fingers thread through his hair and then pulled his face to mine. The minute our lips met, my core clenched and my brain became a scrambled mess. I needed this man like I had never needed another and I pushed myself closer to him; I couldn’t get close enough.
He groaned, and reached his hands down to my ass and lifted me up so that my legs were wrapped around him. Next minute we were up against the wall, lips smashed together and his hands were under my top searching for my breasts.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he murmured as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.
“Fuck, J,” I moaned, and then kissed him before pulling back away, “Why did we wait so long?” It wasn’t really a question that required answering; more a statement of how much I wanted this right now.
“I don’t fucking know, but don’t think that you can stop me now, cause nothing will fucking stop me now. I’m yours and you’re mine, always have been,” he was staring intently into my eyes while he said all of this.
I nodded and smiled, “Yes,” I said simply, and then a little more aggressively, “Now, fuck me.”
He grinned, and then his lips were back on mine; hard, insistent. Gripping my ass he turned and walked us to the bed, laying me down while he stood and watched me from hooded eyes.
“Take your clothes off, baby,” he commanded and I didn’t hesitate to obey.
I shimmied out of my jeans and then lifted my top off and threw it on the floor, closely followed by my bra. Fuck, watching J watch me was getting me wetter than I already was and I decided to play with him a little. I ran my hands over my tits, pinching my nipples, and then reached one hand down into my knickers and rubbed my clit. My eyes did not leave J, but his eyes roamed my body, first watching me touch my tits and then following my hand into my knickers. He loved to watch, and I loved to be watched; I had forgotten how in sync we were.
“Taste yourself,” he said as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.
I watched as he pulled his cock free and stroked it; his eyes remained on my pussy, eager for a show, so I dipped my finger into my wetness and then lifted it to my lips, sucking and licking. He stroked harder and a little faster, which only turned me on more. I moved to a kneeling position in front of him on the bed and pushed his jeans down; I wanted all barriers to J removed. He stepped out of them and then pulled his shirt off. J liked to go commando so he now stood naked in front of me and it was a fucking sight to behold.
I traced the tattoo on his chest, remembering the day he had it done. It was my name tattooed in an anchor and I was surprised and thrilled that he still had it; I would have expected him to tattoo over it after we broke up. His hand cupped my chin and he tilted my face up to look at him while his other hand wrapped around my hand that had been exploring his chest.
“Baby, it’s always been you. Always. Tell me you believe that,” he said, his voice husky.
“Yes, I believe it, J,” I breathed out, full of love and desire. I reached my other hand up to his face and pulled him to me, kissing him deep and hard, before admitting, “And it’s always been you. I thought this was done, but it’s not, and I don’t ever want it to be.” I laid my heart bare before him and prayed he wouldn’t fuck with it again; that he would treasure it and help me to finally put it back together.
“It won’t ever be done. You and me, that’s forever, and this time... this time I will do right by you. I thought I had always put you first, but today, seeing you there, fucking tied up... fuck baby, today I realised that I would do anything for you. I won’t make the mistakes I’ve made in the past.”
And just like that, he had me. I was back where I should be; I was his. He had my heart again and now it was time to give him my body. I touched his tattoo again, briefly, and then trailed my hand slowly down to his cock. He sucked in a breath as I took hold and moved my hand up and down the length of him; slow at first and then faster.
J suddenly gripped my hand and stopped me, a feral look on his fa
ce. “Feels so fucking good, but it’s been too long without you, baby. I want this to last longer than a minute,” he grunted.
My body was flooded with warmth at his words and a tingle spread out from my heart. I was impatient to have him but his words hit my sweet spot, and I decided to let him set the pace so I pulled away and laid back on the bed. Touching my pussy through my knickers I enticed him, “It’s all yours J, you’ve just got to come and get it.”
J wasted no time; he leant over me and ripped my knickers off. He spread my legs and dipped his head between them. When his tongue hit my clit I had to grip the bed to steady myself because he was setting off a firework of sensations within me. He growled with pleasure and the vibrations raced through me, sending a desperate need for more, and I struggled to hold back, to let him continue this slow, maddening tease.
He continued to explore me with his tongue while his hands held my ass and positioned my legs over his shoulders. I tangled my hands in his hair and as I felt the pressure build I ground my pussy into his face. Fuck, I loved his mouth on me. When he pushed a finger inside I gripped his hair hard; I was almost there. One finger became two and he pushed and swirled inside me until the pressure grew and I came in a glorious moment of ecstasy.
J lifted his head and untangled my legs from his shoulders. He moved up the bed until his face was over mine and he kissed me, the taste of my pussy in his mouth. I loved it when he tasted of me and it sent me a little wild; I kissed him harder and moaned deep in my throat.
He kissed me back just as hard and then pulled away, chuckling, “You still like to taste your own pussy, babe?”
I entwined my leg around his, sliding my foot down his calf and pushed up so my sex touched his body. “Fuck, yeah,” I grinned at him before reaching for his cock. “J, I need you in me. Now,” I begged.
“You’ve no fucking idea how much I need to be in you, baby,” he rasped, slamming his mouth onto mine, our lips and tongues melding perfectly together.
The kiss was electrifying and J only ended it so he could move his lips to my neck and then down to my breasts, where he sucked and nipped at my nipples. I was enjoying this foreplay, but I was ready for him a long time ago. I pushed at his head so that he was looking up at me, “Now, J. I need you to fuck me now,” I demanded.
He pushed himself up and reached for his pants, grabbing a condom out of his wallet, eyes on me while he did this. I loved the desire I saw in those eyes and the heady feeling it gave me. Once he had the condom on, he came back to me for another hard and fast kiss. I wrapped both legs around him and finally he entered me, slow at first and then he thrust all the way in.
Fuck!
J’s cock filled me and he thrust in and out, in and out as he watched me, his breathing erratic. Every one of my nerve endings was on fire and I squeezed my eyes shut as the sensations shot through me.
“Eyes, babe,” J grunted and I snapped my eyes open. “Keep ‘em on me,” he ordered.
I raised my neck off the bed and flicked my tongue out to taste his lips and he bent his head a little and kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. Holy hell, I never wanted to have sex with another man again; J was it for me. My arms were already around him, but I clawed his back, trying to wrap myself closer around him while he pounded me. And then my core contracted one last time before I shattered around him, coming hard. J wasn’t far behind me and he let out a fierce grunt before he thrust as far and as hard as he could, and then stilled as he came. His head fell next to mine and he lay on me, spent.
We lay locked together for a little while, savouring the release and the joining. Eventually he rolled off me and stood, removing the condom and dealing with it before coming back to the bed and lying on his side, next to me. He propped himself up on his elbow, resting his head on his hand and reached out to smooth my hair. No words were spoken while he gently caressed my face, and yet his actions spoke volumes.
Finally, he spoke. “Your pussy, babe. It’s mine.”
“Really? And who says so?” I couldn’t help but play with him and his cocky, territorial attitude even though I wholeheartedly agreed with what he had said.
He raised his eyebrows. “After that, you’re gonna fucking argue?”
“Maybe I just like to have a say in these things.”
“Yeah, baby. I remember,” he rolled his eyes, “But let’s settle this now. You and your pussy are mine. Yeah?”
I laughed, “Yeah, J. We’re yours.” I leaned over, and gave him a quick kiss.
“Thank fuck, babe,” he said before pulling me close and turning me so that we were spooning. “Now have a rest, it’s been a long fucking day.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice; I was out fast, dreaming of a future with this man.
Chapter 14
Madison
A couple of hours later, I woke to the sound of J speaking in a hushed tone on his phone. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, running a hand through his hair. I admired his back and the way his muscles rippled as his arm moved. And the Storm tattoo that I had grown up with and knew so well from my father; it held so much meaning to me. I sighed. I was home; J was home, and Storm was home.
J finished his call and stood up. He gave me a quick glance as he walked towards his bathroom; but no smile, just a serious, focused look.
Shit.
My insecurities flared up. Was he having second thoughts about us? Even after the “your pussy is mine” speech?
I got up and quickly dressed. I felt the need to be dressed if he was going to reject me now.
He came out of the bathroom and abruptly stopped when he took in my state of dress. “What the fuck, Madison? I thought we had this sorted. Why are you leaving?”
“I thought -” I stuttered and he shook his head, looking really annoyed now.
“Stop fucking analysing shit.” He came to me and cupped my cheek, grazing my lips with his thumb. “I told you where I stand. What I want. Take that in, babe, and know it. Feel it. But you’ve gotta fucking stop over thinking everything ‘cause there’s gonna be times where I might not make sense and things might get messy. I need you to have faith in me, in us. Yeah?”
Shit. I was a neurotic bitch. Note to self, calm that shit down. “Yeah. But it might take me some time to get there so I need you to work with that. Okay?”
He nodded, “Done,” he replied, and then smacked me on the ass, “Now, we’ve got to get to the clubhouse. Marcus is pissed at me, something about wanting to make sure you’re okay, and then we’ve got some club business to deal with.”
I was about to come back with a smartass reply regarding my father, but then I remembered the conversation with my mum today. I had opened my heart to J; perhaps it was time to give my father another chance.
Fifteen minutes later we walked into the clubhouse and J left me at the bar to go in search of Marcus. The bar was full of club members who appeared to be celebrating something, most likely Nix’s death. Yeah, that was something to fucking celebrate. I smiled at them to let them know I was okay and went to find my Mum.
She was in the kitchen making food, for what I was now guessing was a full blown party, judging by the amount of food she had in there. “Hey, honey,” she stopped what she was doing and searched my face, “You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, and you?”
She waved her hand at me in a dismissive motion, “You know me, nothing fazes me.” Yep, that was true. My mother was unflappable; a tough bitch who could get through any situation.
“Do you need help with all this food?” I asked, changing the conversation. I hated discussing my feelings; better just to get on and deal with it yourself rather than whining to anyone who would listen.
“Thanks, honey,” she answered and for the next hour we worked together, getting all the boys and their families fed. News of Nix’s demise had spread fast, and loved ones had shown up to celebrate the end of the club’s battle with him. From what people told me it had been a long, hard two ye
ars here since I had left. The club had put a lot of work into bringing him down and everyone was glad to see the end of this episode.
Just as Mum and I were finishing up in the kitchen, J wandered in. He hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Your dad wants to see you, baby,” he said and the tenderness in his voice made my stomach flutter. J didn’t often do tender so it meant something to me; perhaps it indicated a change in the way he was approaching our new relationship.
I smiled up at him. “Where is he?” I asked, and he told me where to find him. “I won’t be long,” I promised, and gave him a quick kiss as I left the kitchen.
I found my father outside talking to some of the boys. He glanced up when he saw me coming, his jaw set, no smile in place, but I saw the relief that flickered across his face in that moment and noted his shoulders settle out of their tense hold.
“Madison,” he addressed me, and waved the boys away so we could have some privacy.
He exuded an agitated vibe and I didn’t want a confrontation tonight so I silently waited for him to continue, not wanting to say something that might set him off. When dealing with Marcus Cole it was best to let him do most of the talking.
“You’re okay,” he nodded, and it was more of a statement than a question, like he was reassuring himself.
“Yes, Dad, I’m okay,” I confirmed.
Another moment passed between us, with him deliberating over something and then he let out a huge breath, curved his palm around my neck and pulled me to him in a hug. “Thank fuck,” he uttered, softly.
Shit, first J going all sensitive on me and now, Dad too. And then, out of nowhere, everything slammed into me at once. Relief, gratitude, joy, anger; I felt it all and then some. It unfurled within me, and I was overwhelmed to the point of tears. I started crying and Dad’s hand lightly brushed over my hair, soothing me, and this made me sob even harder.
