I found Madison sitting at the bar with Stoney. I liked Stoney, but I didn’t like the way he was looking at her. “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. I took in the rapid rise and fall of her chest as 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 beautiful; 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, 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 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.”
