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.