“Perhaps you should withhold the love tonight, babe,” she joked.
I laughed, “You always know how to cheer me up, honey. Thankyou.”
“Well, that’s what best friends are for. I think I need to come for a visit. How about this weekend?”
“Yes! Do you think Gina would give you Friday or Monday off as well so you could stay for longer?” I asked, excited at the thought of seeing her. It had only been a few days since I had left but I really missed her.
“I’ll ask, and will let you know,” she promised.
We chatted for a couple more minutes and then hung up. I felt so much better after talking with her; I had known she would lift me out of the shitty mood I was in. I sat quietly for a moment, thinking about our friendship and what it meant to me; how it had helped me through a really tough part of my life. I wasn’t sure how I would have gotten through all of that without her, and I smiled thinking about it, and also about how far I had come on my journey to give up alcohol. These days I didn’t even think about drinking.
“What’s got you smilin’ like a bitch who just had good cock?” I was interrupted by a sexy drawl.
I looked up to see Nash leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of him, sexy smirk plastered on his face. He was tall, all muscle and ink; he exuded a couldn’t-give-a-fuck attitude. Nash was one of the cockiest men I had ever met and the women flocked to him.
I rolled my eyes. “Can a woman not smile unless she’s had cock?” I asked.
He uncrossed his arms and pushed away from the door frame; coming towards me, “No, sweet thing, it all comes down to cock.”
“Well, I hate to tell you, Nash, but this woman hasn’t had any today, and yet I am still smiling. I think your theory is a little off.” I loved bantering back and forth with him.
He raised his eyebrows. “J’s fallin’ down on the job there sweetheart. You sure you don’t want to jump ships? I’ve got all you’ll ever need,” he grinned at me, opening his arms wide in an inviting gesture.
“You never give up do you?”
He shook his head. “Not where you’re concerned. Until J makes an old lady out of you, I figure I’ve still got a shot.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble but I really am taken, and as much as he pisses me off at times, I think it’s a forever thing.”
He cocked his head to the side and contemplated me for a moment. “You’re serious there, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, Nash, I am,” I replied.
The flirty tone of the conversation had just been replaced, and Nash pulled up a stool. “So, what’s givin’ you that smile today, if it’s not J?” he asked, genuine interest on his face.
I wasn’t one to share thoughts and feelings very often, and although we shared a flirty friendship, I had never really had a deep conversation with Nash. But something compelled me to open up to him today. “I was just thinking about my friendship with my best friend, and also about how I’ve given up drinking. That was fucking hard to do, Nash, but I hardly think about having a drink these days.”
“That’s fuckin’ great, sweetheart. And I should know because I have been where you are, and I know how hard it is to kick that addiction,” he surprised me because I did not know he was an alcoholic.
I leaned closer to him, almost like we were sharing secrets that no one else could know about. “You’re an alcoholic?”
“It’s been just over five years since I’ve had a drink, but I still have my days where I want one. I remember how you were before you left and you’ve come a long fuckin’ way. Best thing you ever did, getting outta here then. You reckon you can handle being back? Being with J? Cause being an old lady isn’t a piece of fuckin’ cake, sweetheart,” he said.
“Honestly? I’m going to give it a good go but I hear you. I know being with J won’t be easy, but I’ve realised things about him and the club that make me think it will be different this time; I’ll be different in the way I react to stuff.”
He leaned even closer to me and grazed my cheek with his thumb, his minty breath in the air between us. “You’re a strong woman, Madison, and J is a fuckin’ lucky man to have you. If you ever need someone to talk to, someone who understands how fuckin’ hard it is to battle this shit, you just call me. Okay?”
I nodded, overcome by emotion. Having never seen this side of Nash, I was surprised into silence for a moment. He pulled his hand away and leant back on his stool, serious for another few moments, and then he flashed me that sexy grin of his. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ll leave you to it. Gotta get back to work or your Daddy will have my balls,” he said.
“Thanks, Nash,” I said, quietly, “That means a lot to me.”
He winked at me, “Of course, if you ever get sick of J not sharin’ his dick with you, I can take care of that too.” And he was back to his cocky self.
I smacked his ass as he walked away which really only encouraged him, and I rolled my eyes again as he looked back at me to blow me an air kiss. Laughing, he finally left the room and I was still smiling like an idiot ten minutes later when Scott and J found me.
They stormed into the club bar where I was sitting, yelling at each other, not realising that I was in there.
“I don’t give a fuck what you or Marcus say about it. This time I am not leaving loose ends, Scott. This time I am going to do what I should have done last fucking time,” J roared, eyes blazing, body tense. He even scared me a little when he was like this.
“No! You need to calm the fuck down and get your head straight, brother. You do this, and there’s no telling where this shit will end. That chick has connections, and you piss those connections off, you could be bringing hurt to the club, the likes we haven’t ever seen,” Scott yelled back, trying to talk some sense into him, but I could see that J was focused on his own agenda.
“Fuck her, and fuck her connections! Madison needs -” and at that point, J saw me, and stopped dead in his tracks. He took a moment and then started yelling at me, “What the fuck, Madison? Why are you here?”
“I was looking for you,” I stood, and walked to him. Jabbing my finger at his chest, I continued, “God, you can be an asshole sometimes. You left before I woke up this morning and have not returned any of my calls, and now you speak to me like that,” I shook my head at him, “Not happening, J. Come and find me when you are ready to apologise.” We glared at each other while that sunk in, and then I turned and grabbed my bag and headed outside. I expected him to follow me out, but he didn’t and that pissed me off even more. Fuck, could this day get any worse?
***
Seven hours later I was thinking that yes, this day could in fact get worse. I had just left the hairdressers and was walking to the car when I saw J leaning against it. He hadn’t bothered to call me, and I had stewed on that all fucking afternoon. As a result, I was in the kind of mood where I could reach out and grab his balls, and yank them the fuck off. With one fucking hand. While punching him in the face with my other hand.
As I approached, he stayed where he was; shades in place, arms crossed and looking sexy as fuck. But I wasn’t getting sucked in by that. I had balls to rip off, so I stalked up to him and snapped, “Seven fucking hours, J! I thought we were doing it differently this time.”
“I had things to take care of,” he growled, still not moving from where he was.
“Things that were more important than me?” I was possibly being a bit selfish here but fuck it, I needed him to step up and put me first.
He ripped his shades off, his eyes dark and flinty. “Yeah, babe. Things that were more important than you, and let’s get this straight, from the get go, I’m not at your fucking beck and call. That’s not me and you know that, so don’t start trying to change that, cause it ain’t happening.”
“I don’t want you at my beck and call. I just wanted a damn apology!” I yelled.
“What the fuck for?”
“Seriously? We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, J, if you need to ask me that.” I
gestured with my hands for him to move out of the way so that I could get in the car.
He shook his head. “Passenger side, babe,” he held up a set of keys, “I’m driving.”
I looked around for his bike but couldn’t see it. Scowling, I muttered, “Oh, fuck me.” Knowing there was no point arguing with him, I did as he said.
“You didn’t answer me. What am I supposed to be apologising for?” he asked as he settled into the driver’s seat, eyes focused on me, a hint of anger still there.
“I did answer you. As far as I’m concerned you need to work that out for yourself.” Why did men always need things spelled out for them?
“Madison, it would be a lot fucking quicker for you to just tell me.”
“And I’d be a lot fucking happier if I didn’t have to tell you,” I blew out an angry breath, “Just take me home, J. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” I turned away from him and stared out the front of the car, willing him not to say another word because, if he did, I might just reach over and do some damage that both of us would regret.
We sat in a heated silence for awhile until, finally, he started the car and took us home; this day having gone to complete shit.
Chapter 18
Jason
I sat on the couch, mindlessly flicking through channels on the television. It was nearly midnight, and Madison and I still hadn’t spoken since we arrived home this afternoon. She had secluded herself in the bedroom as soon as we got home and hadn’t come out since. It had pissed me off at the time, but in hindsight it was probably the smartest move she could’ve made. After a long, stressful day that achieved fucking nothing, I had been all out of patience and she had fucking tested me.
Wanting to catch up with Nix’s sister, Mandy, I had headed out early to find her. I doubted that Marcus and Scott would deal with her once and for all, not wanting to stir up trouble, so it was up to me to make sure she didn’t fuck with Madison. All day I had chased the bitch with nothing to show for it. She was gone, and no one seemed to know where she was. On top of that, I had Scott breathing down my neck and Madison yelling at me for god only knows what. Fuck, I was beginning to think she would be the death of me. And yet, all I wanted to do right now was get my dick into her sweet pussy.
Christ, I was getting hard thinking about it. I undid my jeans and reached in, wrapping my hand around my dick. Shutting my eyes, I pictured Madison’s hand around it and her lips on me. Fuck, the imagery was too much; I needed her actual hands and lips; now. I got up and stalked into the bedroom, not even bothering to knock on the door. She was lying on her side and rolled onto her back at the sound of me entering the room. Her long hair was splayed across the bed, and all she had on were her knickers and a thin t-shirt that clearly showed her hard nipples.
I lifted my shirt over my head and discarded it, along with my jeans while she watched, her hands moving to her tits. My breathing was growing erratic and I could smell the desire swirling around us. I indicated with my finger that she should take her clothes off and grunted, “Off, and then show me how you want me to touch you, baby.”
She sat up and removed her top, eyes on mine before they dropped to my dick. Entranced with what she saw there, she lay back and slowly peeled her knickers down, not moving her gaze from my dick. Lifting two fingers to her mouth she sucked them and then moved them to her pussy, swirling around her clit while her other hand tweaked one of her nipples. Satisfaction shot through her because she moaned loudly, and then lifted her ass slightly off the bed before pushing both fingers inside her wet pussy. Her other hand moved down to stroke her clit, and she closed her eyes as she worked towards an orgasm.
I liked to watch but the need to taste her, to have her, took over and I positioned myself on the bed with my head between her legs, with my hands on either side of her. Her eyes flew open, and she shot me a sexy smile before tangling both her hands in my hair and pushing my face down into her pussy. I inhaled the smell I loved so much and ran my tongue from one end to the other before dipping it inside and tasting her sweet juices. Fuck, she was wet and it got me even harder. I moved one hand down to my dick to give it a hard couple of tugs while I continued to tongue her. Getting carried away, I kept pumping until suddenly, I needed to be inside her. Moving quickly, I knelt, spreading her legs wide and pulling her to me so that my dick was at her entrance. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in her glorious fucking tits, and then they found her eyes, locked on mine and full of desire.
“Fuck, baby. I’ve gotta have you,” I managed to get out before she pulled me to her, pulling my dick into her.
I entered her, thrusting hard and fast. Her walls clamped around me and it did fucking beautiful things to me. Madison was a greedy bitch with a greedy pussy, and fucking her was an out of this world experience. I continued to thrust in and out while leaning down to kiss her. Her legs were now around me, and her hands grabbed my face and she kissed me back, hard and hungry. We kept at this for awhile and then she pulled away from my kiss.
“Top, J. I want to be on top,” she grunted, and I flipped us so that she was now on top, straddling me.
I let her take control, and exhaled in pleasure as she wiggled backwards and leant down, taking my dick in her mouth. She sucked me hard and reached her hand to massage my balls. Coming up for air she murmured, “Love your cock, honey. Love sucking it, but I fucking need it in me.”
I wanted that too, but I wanted to watch her for a bit longer. “Not yet, babe. I want to watch you some more. Want to watch your finger in your pussy while your other hand is wrapped around my cock.”
Her eyes lit up at this; yeah she fucking loved me watching her just as much as I loved watching her. She moved so her chest was on mine, legs still straddling me and ground her pussy against my dick while she licked my lips and kissed me; slowly, lazily. I wrapped my arms around her, letting my hand slide over her ass, and then dipped a finger into her pussy from behind, pushing slowly, in and out. I could feel her lips curling into a smile while I kissed her and she moaned against my lips, “Feels so good, baby. My turn now.”
I stopped what I was doing and she moved back to a sitting position, legs on either side of me. She spread her legs and tilted her pussy forward. With our eyes locked, she started stroking herself. I shifted my gaze to take it all in, waiting patiently for her to take hold of my cock. I was so fucking hard, and watching her pleasure herself only intensified it. She continued to stroke and finger herself and I started to grow impatient; I needed her hands on my dick now.
“Babe. Dick.” I ordered, and she grinned wickedly at me, the fucking tease. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
When her hand grasped my cock a moment later, pleasure shot through me and I shut my eyes for a moment before opening them again and focusing my gaze on what her hands were doing. One hand was fingering herself and the other was pumping my cock; it was fucking heaven, and I felt it build in me. She was getting closer too; I could tell by the way her eyes were opening and closing, and the way her teeth were biting her lips while her tongue darted out every now and then to lick them.
Just as I was about to tell her to get her sweet pussy onto my dick she stopped everything she was doing, and did just as I wanted. I groaned as she sank down onto me and when she started moving I reached my hands to grip onto her ass. The pressure was building and she was fucking me harder, tits bouncing all over the place, and I enjoyed the view; it was a fucking glorious sight. And then she screamed as the orgasm hit her; she threw her head back, and closed her eyes as she let it take over her body. I reached my hands around to her tits and started pumping my dick up into her, trying to find my own release. And it was so fucking close; I could feel it coming as I pumped, and pumped, and then it hit. Fuck me; fucking hell! I came, and we held onto it for as long as we could.
Coming off the high, she laid down next to me on her back, one hand flung across my stomach. I placed my hand over hers, lacing our fingers together, and waited to see if she was still angry
at me. Madison was highly unpredictable. Well, as far as I was concerned, she was. Make up sex seemed to calm her, so I could only fucking hope.
She turned to look at me, so I rolled onto my side, propping my body up on my elbow. Tracing a line on her stomach, I started, “I’m sorry, babe.”
“Do you even know what you are sorry for, J?” she asked, with that slightly frustrated tone that she often took with me.
“For a million fucking things, but mostly for being an asshole to you today, and for not returning your calls,” I answered her truthfully.
Her eyes searched mine for a moment and then she said, “You were an asshole to me today and I didn’t like it. I get that you were busy with work but you’ve got to get that I was worried about you. With all the shit going on at the moment, I needed to hear your voice, needed to know you were okay. And then to speak to me the way you did... that hurt, J,” her vulnerability shone through her voice, and it hit me square in the chest.
I reached my hand up to her face and cupped her cheek. “This is gonna take a lot of work isn’t it?”
Confusion flashed across her face, “Do you want out?” she half whispered, and I could sense the tension settling over her.
“No, baby. I told you this was forever, and I meant it. It’s just hitting me now, though, how much we are going to have to put into it to make it good. But I need you to know that I want to do the work, I want this to be the best damn thing in our lives.”
She took a moment to process that and I knew when she had, because she let the tension in her body go and she smiled at me. “Me too, J. I tried so hard today not to get mad at you about the phone calls and I’m sorry if it came across like I was trying to keep track of you, because I really wasn’t. I don’t expect you to be there whenever I want you, and I’m not trying to change you.”
“Right. So, tomorrow we make it better. But, I need you to know that this could take some time on my end.”
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