I lasted another minute or so and then I lost control of my body to the pleasure. My head rolled back and I shut my eyes again as it took over. I came on a scream and everything around me blurred as I let it take over. J was lost to me in that moment; I knew he was still pounding into me but the intense bliss I was feeling was all I could focus on.
It wasn’t until I heard him roar, “Fuck,” that I scrambled to get my bearings again. He came with one last thrust and then collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck. I wrapped my arms tighter around him and kissed his neck. We stayed like that for awhile. I could have stayed there for hours but eventually he lifted his head and looked at me. “Christ, woman. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
“Never again, right?”
He looked confused. “What?”
“Never again will you leave me for that long.”
Pushing up off me, he nodded. “Never.”
“Good, because if you do, I might just turn into queen bitch from hell.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.
“What?” I playfully smacked him on the arm and pushed him off me.
He landed on his back, grinning like an idiot and then rolled onto his side, resting himself on his elbow. Reaching his spare hand out to rest on my stomach, he asked, “Just what would that entail? You being queen bitch, I mean.”
I pouted, playing along; playful J was one of my favourites. “Well, I would withhold sexual favours for sure -“
He starting laughing and cut me off. “There’s no fucking way you would ever be able to last the distance so if that’s your sole method of driving me crazy you’d better rethink your plan.”
“Are you saying that I couldn’t go without sex?”
“Baby, you were fucking built for sex. I’d give you a day but that’d be it.”
“I lasted two months!”
“That’s because you didn’t have my cock in the same room as you. Your pussy has a fucking tracking device for my dick built into it, I am sure of it.”
Shit, he had me at that. I poked my tongue at him and rolled off the bed. “You’re right, I can’t turn you away. But trust me, if need be, I can be queen bitch,” I said as I walked towards the bathroom.
“I have no fucking doubt, sweetheart,” he muttered, but I could hear the playful tone in his voice.
Ten minutes later, I was clean after a shower, and exited the bathroom to find J passed out on the bed. It was so unlike him to do that; he must have been exhausted. I threw my t-shirt back on and headed out to the kitchen to get a drink. My phone was on the kitchen counter and the flashing light to indicate I’d received a text caught my eye. I smiled when I saw it was from Serena.
Serena: Good to have biker boy home?
Me: Yeah but I think I killed him with the sex...
Serena: That’s my girl.
Me: You getting any, babe?
Serena: Ha! Next question.
Me: I miss you...
Serena: Well you did move the fuck away...
Me: Yeah...I did...
Serena: Ok, ok...I admit it, I’d move for a hot ass like that too.
Me: BAM! Knew you’d admit it eventually.
Serena: We will never talk of this again. I’m still pissed that I’ve lost my best friend.
Me: Talk of what?
Serena: That’s why I love you.
Me: Goodnight, honey.
Serena: Night. Talk tomorrow.
Serena always brought a smile to my face; every woman should have a best friend like her. We’d spent some time together last month in Coffs when I visited her and Blake but I wasn’t sure when we’d see each other again. Maybe one day I’d convince her to move to Brisbane.
I switched off the lights and made my way back to the bedroom where J was fast asleep. Lingering in the doorway for a moment, I thought about our earlier conversation. J seemed concerned about my father and how he might come between us. I decided in that moment to do everything in my power to make sure that didn’t happen. My relationship with my dad had often been a hard one over the years, and now that the truth had come out about his secret family and the way he treated Mum, I truly wanted very little to do with him. J really was the most important person in my life and I resolved to show him that.
Chapter 1
2 months later - November Jason
I checked the time.
Again.
Fuck.
I wanted to go home, wanted to be with Madison more than any-fucking-thing in the world, but I couldn’t make myself do it. Everything had changed; I had changed. And I didn’t know if she could accept these changes. And the not fucking knowing was driving me insane. It was driving me to do things I never did. Like not chasing her pussy like I fucking wanted to.
Shit.
I craved her pussy like a man fucking possessed. Craved those eyes of her on me. Craved those lips of her; wrapped around my dick and every-fucking-where else on me. And yet, here I was, at a fucking strip club, at eight o’clock at night when I should have been at home with her.
I reached for my drink and swung my eyes to Scott as he came towards me. I nodded at him and then drained my glass.
His face creased with concern as he pulled up a seat next to me. “You alright, brother?”
There were no secrets between us, not even where his sister was concerned. I shook my head. “No.”
“What the fuck’s wrong?”
“Marcus. That’s what the fuck is wrong.”