“I don’t care, J. I hate him for what he’s done to our family and I don’t want anything to do with him anymore. I told you that already.”
“Yeah baby, but it’s all still fresh for you. In time you’ll move on from that but I don’t think he and I ever will. He’s changed in the last couple of months. I mean, he’s always been an asshole but I at least had some respect for him. That’s all gone now, especially after the way I saw him treating some of the boys today. He doesn’t seem to have any respect for us anymore so why would we give that to him? He’s my President and I’ll do what he says as far as the club’s concerned but outside of that, I don’t want anything to do with him.”
I took in the tenseness of his jaw and the worry lines creasing his face, and ached to take all of that away for him. Reaching my hand up to his cheek, I softly ran my thumb across it. “J, you’ve been back for twenty-four hours and already you’re worrying about stuff that you don’t need to be worrying about. Your relationship with my father is exactly that; yours. I don’t want you to factor me into that at all. In fact, forget he’s my father because I sure as hell want to.”
He reached his hand up and placed it over mine, stilling me. “Babe, it’s all well and good to say that now but what’s to say in six months or sooner, you patch things up with him. What then? I don’t want him coming between us and I worry that he will.”
Shaking my head, I tried to ease his mind. “No, I won’t let that happen. I promise. We’ve worked too damn hard to get us back on track; I’m not going to let anything or anyone mess it up again.”
J still didn’t look convinced. I needed him to be but I had no idea how to do that so I resorted, for now, to the one thing that always brought us closer together. I moved into his space, pushing my body as close to his as I could get. The feel of him against me caused me to moan; we’d been apart for too long and I craved his touch like never before.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled, and circled my waist with his arm, letting his hand rest on my ass. Our eyes locked and in that moment all outside issues took a back seat as we came together. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me. I was surprised at the gentleness of it; J and I didn’t do gentle very often. This kiss enveloped me though, with its tenderness; it joined us and connected us in a way that we desperately needed to be connected after months apart, and especially with all the problems surrounding us and my family.
I moved my hands to the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Dropping it to the ground, I ran my gaze over his chest. My stomach was full of butterflies and my heart rate was picking up; J turned me on more than any other man I’d ever been with. He’d packed more muscle on while he was away even though I would have sworn it wasn’t possible to fit anymore on him.
He cut into my thoughts, “Baby, the way you’re looking at me is making me so fucking hard. I like your eyes on me but I’d fucking kill to have your mouth on me.”
I looked him in the eyes for a long moment before moving my mouth to his chest. My teeth gently grazed his nipple before I licked and sucked him. I then repeated this on his other nipple, teasing him because I knew that this wouldn't have been what he meant when he said he wanted my mouth on him. Once I was finished, I eyed him and murmured, “Is that where you wanted my mouth??”
He smirked before grabbing my chin in his hand. Rubbing his thumb over my lips, he muttered, “This mouth was made for my cock, sweetheart, and you damn well know it.”
Smiling, I said, “I know, but it’s so much fun to play with you first.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So, we’re finished playing now?”
As he continued to rub his thumb back and forth over my lips, I moved my hands down to his jeans and popped the button. I unzipped them, and let his cock free, catching it in my hand. “Yeah baby, we’re finished playing now.”
His reaction was fast. He roughly pulled me to him, one hand sliding around to grip my ass, and the other hand gripping the back of my neck to steady me. “Good, because I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want your mouth on me anymore, I need to sink my dick as far in you as I can; need that sweet pussy of yours around me.”
J’s dirty words never failed to get me wet; I was so ready for him. “Baby, I’ve missed your dirty mouth the last few months,” I whispered in his ear as he nuzzled my neck and kissed me.