by Levine, Nina
“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 it was time to give him my body. Briefly, I touched his ink again 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 face. “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 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, so I let him set the pace. Pulling away, laid back on the bed. Touching my pussy through my panties I enticed him. “It’s all yours, J. You’ve just got to come and get it.”
He wasted no time. He leant over me and ripped my panties off. Spreading my legs, he dipped his head between them. When his tongue hit my clit, I gripped the bed to steady myself, the firework of sensations within me leaving me gasping for breath and threatening to make me come undone. Growling with pleasure, the vibrations raced through me, sending a desperate need for more. 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 fingers in his hair and tugged when the pressure built, grinding 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 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. While I enjoyed the foreplay—his mouth on my nipples incredible—I was ready for him. Hell, I’d always been ready for him. I pushed at his head so 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. In truth, I’d always known this. My arms were already around him, but I clawed his back, trying to wrap myself closer around him while he pounded into me. And then my core contracted one last time before I shattered around him, coming hard. J wasn’t far behind me, releasing a fierce grunt before he thrust as far and as hard as he could, before stilling as he came. Spent, his head fell next to mine and he lay on me.
We lay locked together, savouring the release and the joining. Reluctantly 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.
Once our heavy breathing calmed, 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 him.
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 my man.
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, including the Storm tattoo 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. 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—” He shook his head, annoyed.
“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 search for Ma
rcus. 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 Mum.
She was in the kitchen making food, for what I was 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 years since I 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 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, 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 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, making me sob even harder.
We stayed like that for what felt like a long time: him calming me with soft reassurances and me clinging to him in a way I never had. I had needed him to be this father many times in my life and he had never come through for me, but that time, I felt a shift and it affected me. Letting my guard down a little was liberating.
Eventually, my tears dried up and I let go. “Thank you,” I said quietly, looking up into his eyes to see a mixture of concern and love.
He nodded and brushed his thumbs across my cheeks, wiping away my tears. “Madison, I know you and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, and I fuckin’ know I can be an asshole sometimes, but I’m workin’ on it. I’m sorry you and your mother were put in that situation today; that you had to witness what you did. And I’m fuckin’ worried about you, worried that this will send you back to that hell you were in after that motherfucker beat the shit out of you.”
Well, fuck me, Marcus Cole was going all emotional on me. It was time to put his mind at ease. “You don’t need to worry about me, Dad. Yeah, that was a fucked-up situation, and seeing Nix killed was not on my bucket list, but you know what? I’m happy it’s done because it means you guys can get back to concentrating on club business and we can all breathe easier now. And as far as me losing the plot? It’s not going to happen. I’m stronger now and I have all of you to back me up. This time around, my eyes are wide open and I’m seeing everything in a different light,” I assured him, and then, needing to lighten the mood, I winked at him and said, “I’m not good at asking for help, but I’m working on it, just like you’re working on not being such an asshole.”
He threw his head back and laughed, and it was so good to see my Dad loosen up a little. “Okay, sweetheart, it’s a deal,” he agreed. “Now, let’s get back inside to the party. We’ve got some celebrating to do.”
The party lasted into the early hours and I was exhausted by two a.m. It had been a great night though, catching up with everyone after being away for the past couple of years and watching the boys shed the tension they had obviously been feeling. Even Scott let loose a little and I watched with interest as he flirted with a woman I didn’t know. This was out of character for him; to my knowledge, Scott didn’t usually put the hard yards in with the ladies; he just scored whenever he felt the need.
As I watched him, he caught my eye and smiled. It was a dazzling smile, one that Scott didn’t often bring out. He was far too serious, and shouldered too much responsibility as far as I was concerned. I smiled back and then went looking for J.
“There you are,” he said as I walked into the pool room. The club had three pool tables and J could often be found in there.
I was taken aback by the woman who was next to J, leaning over the table getting ready to take her shot, tits falling everywhere and ass barely covered by her animal print mini skirt. J had obviously been about to help her take her shot and their closeness sent a rush of jealousy through me. My fists clenched, and my face flushed with a burning heat. It stopped me dead in my tracks and all clear headed thought escaped me. A primal need to stake out my territory took over, damn the consequences.
“What the fuck?” I snapped at J.
Irritation spread across J’s face and he stepped away from the skank and came towards me. “You’re kidding, right?” he demanded, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me to the side.
I yanked my arm out of his grip. “No, I’m not fucking kidding!” I yelled at him, but my eyes were focused solely on the chick who was now looking me up and down as if I was the shit on the bottom of her shoes. “Who is she, J?”
His lips pinched together and I could tell he was fighting to remain calm. “She’s no one, and you need to settle the fuck down,” he warned me.
My head jerked back to look at him. “And you need to stop telling me what to do.”
We glared at each other, neither saying a thing, but my mind was racing. How dare he tell me to settle down! I threw my hands in the air and madly declared, “I’m out of here. I need some space.”
I turned and stalked out of the room, giving the skank a filthy glare on my way. Fucking club whores; they were all the same and I couldn’t believe that J would let one drape herself all over him on the day we got back together.
Having no idea where I was going, I just kept walking and eventually found myself in J’s room upstairs. I was mentally and physically exhausted from the day, but I needed a shower so I undressed and submersed myself under the steaming, hot water, letting it wash away the heaviness I was feeling.
Having not been in a relationship for the last two years, I had enjoyed the peace of not having to work my way through shit like that. My relationship with J had always been a little volatile; it was the only aspect of it that I wished was different. Something had to give, to change if we were going to make it work this time. I just didn’t know if either of us was capable of that.
As I was contemplating all this, J’s ragged breathing engulfed the room and I turned to see him standing outside the shower. His wild eyes were on me, raking over my body with an int
ense passion that shot heat straight to my core and sent whatever thoughts I was having straight out of my mind. All I could think about was having J, having his cock in me again. He lifted his shirt over his head and discarded it, and then did the same to his shoes and jeans. I watched every movement intently, my hand snaking down to my clit to massage it while his body was revealed to me. Once he was naked, he opened the shower door and stepped in next to me, his body filling the small space. I continued touching myself and reached my other hand down to take hold of his cock and started stroking. J was hard and ready, and he emitted a groan with my movement.
Slipping his hands around me he ran them over my ass and pulled me closer to him, dipping his head to catch my mouth in a hard, forceful kiss. I kept massaging myself, circling and dipping my finger in my wet folds with one hand, while my other one ran up and down his cock. Our kiss became desperate, our breathing more erratic until J broke away to move his lips down my body, sucking, kissing, licking me on my neck and breasts. His hands were on my ass, my stomach, my tits and finally they were where I wanted them, where I needed them; he took over my pussy and began finger fucking me.
Fuck! It was almost more than I could take. The sensations shooting through my body were electric; J was fucking electric, and although I was overwhelmed by him, I also couldn’t get enough. I started to climb up his body, the need to have him inside me taking over, desperate for his cock. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and moved his hands to my ass, helping lift me up and then moved me so that I was leaning up against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, my hands gripping the back of his neck. Needing his mouth on mine, I took it, plunging my tongue in. I moaned with pleasure. He felt so fucking good. I would never get enough of him.
“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you now but I don’t have a condom,” he grunted between kisses.