I rolled over and almost fell out of bed. Shit. It wasn’t a bed, it was a couch, and it was the most uncomfortable couch I had ever slept on. Sitting up, I realised what had woke me up. A fucking blender was going off in the kitchen. Who the fuck used a blender at this time of the day? Or maybe it was later than I thought. I checked my watch. Nope, it was six o-fucking-clock.
Shifting my legs to put my feet on the ground, I sat up and reached for my jeans. I slid into them, threw my t-shirt on, and then stumbled into the kitchen. My guess was that it wasn’t Madison. I’d never known her to be a six am blender chick. And I was right. I rounded the corner and discovered Serena making a mess with leaves and fruit as she concocted some fucking awful green drink.
As she lifted a glass of it to her lips, I asked, “What the fuck is that?”
She turned, startled, and grumbled, “Morning to you too. It’s a green smoothie.”
I rubbed my eyes; it was too early to take all this in. I had never seen anyone drink something that looked that disgusting. “Right,” I muttered as I headed to the kettle, “I need coffee.”
She pointed at the blender. “There’s smoothie left if you want some.”
“Not fucking likely, babe,” I said, and made my coffee as she stood there, drinking her drink and looking me up and down.
“How long you here for?” she eventually asked.
I shrugged. “For as long as it takes.”
“For as long as what takes?”
I stopped what I was doing and turned to face her. “For as long as it takes to get Madison to come home with me.”
“You do realise that she isn’t going to ever go home with you, don’t you,” she stated matter-of-factly.
I smirked at her, “You don’t know Madison as well as you think, sugar.”
This irritated her and she scowled at me before starting to clean up the mess she had made with the blender. Silence consumed us as we both retreated into our thoughts until a couple of moments later when we were startled by Madison walking into the kitchen. My dick was instantly alert as I took in the sheer t-shirt she was wearing. It barely covered her ass, and her long legs almost overshadowed her tits. Almost. Because those tits were to fucking die for.
Shit. I concentrated on drinking my coffee. Anything to busy me, and stop me checking her out. However, she made her way to the kettle and when she reached up to grab a mug out of the cupboard, her fucking t-shirt rode up, revealing a perfectly sculpted ass cheek. I let my eyes take that in, and as I looked back up, I saw Serena watching me. Her eyes narrowed and she shot me a filthy look.
Geez, what was up this chick’s ass? “You got a problem with me?” I asked, and settled myself back against the counter, crossing one leg over the other, waiting for her answer.
“Yeah, biker boy, I do. I don’t like you coming here, after what you did to Maddy years ago, and expecting her to just let you start controlling her. And I don’t like your eyes all over her ass. It’s not yours anymore.”
My eyebrows shot up. I kinda dug this chick now, and the way she was loyal to Madison. “Doesn’t mean I can’t admire it. And as far as me trying to control Madison? Are you sure we’re talking about the same Madison? Because the one I used to fuck never let me control her.”
Madison dropped her mug and it smashed across the floor. I flicked my eyes to her and took in her annoyed look.
“Classy, J. Fucking classy,” she muttered, and dropped to the floor to start cleaning up the mess. This made my day, and I continued to check out her ass and legs while she did it. Serena helped her, but not before giving me another dirty look.
Right. I had now succeeded in pissing them both off so it was time to get out of here for awhile. “Towels in the bathroom?” I asked, pushing off the counter.
“Yes, in the cupboard,” Madison replied, and I could hear just how pissed off she was in her voice.
I took one last look at her ass and then made my way to the bathroom for a shower, making sure to throw Serena a wink on my way out.
***
Madison
Serena and I watched J leave. “What an asshole!” she didn’t hold back.
I laughed. “He’s worked out how to push your buttons, honey. That’s all.”
She gaped at me. “Are you standing up for him?”
“Not really, but he’s not always like that. I have my issues with him, and yes I do think he was an asshole to me years ago, but what he said to you just then... that was J messing with you.”
Not looking convinced, she muttered, “Yeah, well I’m withholding judgement for now. I still call asshole.”
We finished cleaning up the mess I had made and then I helped her clean up the kitchen from her smoothie making adventure. “I don’t know how you can drink these things,” I said.
“That’s exactly what biker boy said.”
“Yeah, I doubt J even knew what it was.”
“So, now that he is here, are we still going shopping today or are you pulling out? Plus, I still need you to fill me in on what he told you last night,” she said.
I considered what she had said before answering, “I don’t see why we can’t still go shopping.” Why should we let J stop us from doing what we had planned?