Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 16

Madison

J sat on the edge of the bed, putting his boots on, but also watching me get dressed. The desire in his eyes was clear, and even though we had just had mind blowing sex, both of us wanted more. However, we had agreed to go to dinner at Mum and Dad’s tonight.

“Why did you say yes to dinner? I could have f*cked you all night, baby.” he grumbled, finishing with his boots and standing.

I smoothed my dress down and slipped on my heels, noting J’s eyes slide down my legs and then back up to my breasts as I adjusted the top of my dress. F*ck, I loved it when he watched me like this.

He took a determined step towards me and snaked his arms around my waist, letting his hands drop to my ass, and I felt myself grow wet again as his hard cock rubbed up against my body. I hadn’t bothered answering him, and he breathed into my ear, “Dinner will be quick because I need to get my cock back in you real f*cking soon.”

F*ck. White hot desire coursed through me. My hands rested on his chest and I wound one up past his neck to tangle my fingers in his hair and pulled his lips down to mine. He willingly took my mouth, and our lips and tongues came together in a frenzy of love and lust.

J ended the kiss and separated us. “Jesus, Madison, I can’t get enough of you.”

I smiled, “Good, baby, and you better feel that way for the rest of your life.”

“With that p-ssy and those tits and legs... I have no doubt,” he said, and then, “Now, let’s get going because the sooner we get there, the sooner I can get you out of there.”

On the drive over he asked me, “So, what did you get up to today?”

A warm, happy feeling hit me. It was always the simple things like this that made me the happiest. Being with J, talking about our day, driving to dinner together; these were the things that brought a smile to my face and filled my heart with joy. “I visited your sister and Crystal this morning and then I went job hunting this afternoon.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You visited Brooke? How the f*ck did that go?”

I laughed. “Actually, it went really well. We had a good talk about things and cleared the air. She was supportive of us and I think she genuinely meant it. She’s different, J.”

“Yeah, losing Bec has hit her hard and I think she has done a lot of thinking since it happened.”

“Well, we’ve put the past behind us, and I’m happy about that because it will make it easier for you and me and also for me to help out with Crystal.”

He nodded in agreement. “Speaking of Bec, the club is organising hers and Georgie’s funeral for Friday morning.”

“Okay, I’ll let Brooke know so we can prepare Crystal for it,” I said, dreading the day, and that an innocent child had to even go through this shit.

“Good. Now, tell me about your job hunting,” he said, moving onto a much better topic of conversation.

I smiled broadly, “I got a job! I’ll be starting next week at that little clothing boutique on East Street.”

“That’s great, baby. Sounds like you had a really good day,” he said, draping his arm across the back of my seat, his eyes sweeping down my body and back to my eyes before fixing a lazy grin on me.

My heart fluttered. This was happiness to me and I was so glad to have another chance at it with J.

Dinner with my parents started out as a standard affair. Mum was her usual self, fussing over everybody, making sure we were well fed and trying to stick her nose in everyone’s business. Dad was in a pensive mood and was fairly quiet throughout the night. J was his cocky self, doing all he could to hurry it along so he could get us home and satisfy his desire for me.

And then my mother asked me a question that changed the mood of the night. “So, honey, have you decided if you will move in here with us until you get yourself sorted out?”

J’s head snapped up. “No, she’s moving in with me,” he said.

Mum didn’t miss a beat, “Don’t you two want some time to settle back into your relationship before moving in together again?” She was staring straight at J, not even glancing in my direction. I didn’t know what was going on here, but it felt like some secret communication was taking place.

J scowled at her, “No, Sharon, we don’t want some time. We’ve wasted enough time already.”

Normally, I would be jumping right in here to tell J to let me make my own damn decisions, but I wanted to see how this played out between him and mum.

“Has Madison agreed to this J, or are you back to making all the decisions in your relationship?” Shit, now my mother was stepping into unsafe territory.

J’s nostrils flared, and he was about to say something when my father spoke, “That’s enough, Sharon. This is between J and Madison. It has nothing to do with us.”

My mother’s head spun to face my father and she snapped at him, “Well, it will have something to do with us if Madison isn’t ready for it yet. I worry what will happen if she can’t handle it again.”

Oh, f*ck me! They were talking about my drinking, and it pissed me off that none of them could just come out and say that to start with. I slammed my chair back and stood. “Just an FYI for you all, you know, because you never actually asked me, my drinking is under control. I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol in nearly two f*cking years. Mum, I am moving in with J,” I fixed my glare on him, “Even though he never took the time to ask me. I do appreciate the concern, but I’m working through stuff in my head, and I think I’m going to be okay. I think I’m finally getting my shit together.”

J’s anger had dissipated and he was calm as he said to my mother, “We’re working it out together, and no, I’m not making all the decisions. I know I’m a bossy a*shole but I’ll do anything to make this work.”

Mum appraised him and then nodded, “I hope so, J, for both your sakes. I love you like a son, and when I say I’m worried, it’s not just for Madison. I saw what you went through last time too.”

I sat back down and put my hand on J’s arm, gently rubbing it. We held each other’s gaze for a moment and then I turned to look at Mum. “Thanks, Mum. It means a lot to me that you feel that way about J.” J just grunted in response; if it had been anyone other than my mother bringing this up, he would have told them to f*ck off and mind their own business. I loved that, for me, he showed her respect and answered her questions.

We were all saved from this conversation when Dad’s phone started ringing. He stood and took the call in another room and Mum started clearing the table.

I murmured to J, “You are a bossy motherf*cker. When were you going to have that discussion with me? The one about me moving in?”

He grinned. “I wasn’t, babe. It was a f*cking given.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course it was.”

Dad came back, hard eyes fixed on J. “You and me. Now.” He indicated with his head that they were to leave and J was straight up, concern visible on his face.

He leant down, took my face with both his hands and kissed my forehead. “You stay with your Mum till we’re back.”

I fought the need to ask what was going on and simply nodded in agreement. “Okay, baby,” I replied.

Mum and I watched in silence as they left, neither of us sure what was happening, both of us being guided by faith and trust. I had come a long way in the last few days.

Jason

Marcus and I entered the bar, scanning the room for Scott. He was keeping an eye out and saw us straight away. Seated next to him was Nash, and across from them were Bullet and one of his boys. They made room for us to sit as we approached; I was nervous about what this meeting meant and sat with some trepidation.

Marcus spoke first, “What the f*ck’s so important to drag me away from a family dinner?” He glared at Bullet; there wasn’t much love lost between these two. They had come to blows over club dealings in the past and Marcus didn’t trust him at all.

Bullet’s jaw clenched. “Got word that Nix’s crazy sister is out for blood. Thought you should know.”

“What are we talking here?” Marcus asked.

“She’s threatened your family. Madison especially.”

“F*ck!” I roared, and slammed my hand down on the table. “When the f*ck does all this shit end?”

Bullet threw his hands up in a defensive stance. “Got nothing to do with me. I’m just showing some courtesy by letting you know what I’ve heard. I figure it’s the least I can do after what Nix put your club through.”

Scott leaned forward, a menacing tone to his voice, “Where the f*ck is this bitch?”

“We’ve lost her. After we heard she’d made threats I sent some of the boys around to see her. Seems they scared her off and she’s done a runner, but I’ve still got concerns she means business.” He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and slid it across the table to Marcus. “This is a list of places to try first. We’ll be out of town on a run the next few days but when we get back I’ll contact you, see if you’ve located her. Trust me; I want this shit dealt with once and for all too.” He pushed his chair back and stood to leave.

“Once this is dealt with, we need a sit down. Nix f*cked our club’s relations and I want us to fix that, Bullet,” Marcus said.

Bullet stopped mid-stride, and contemplated Marcus for a moment before replying, “Yeah, seems he did.”

After they left, I looked at Marcus and ranted, “This is f*cked up. I want to find that bitch and deal with her. No f*cking loose ends this time, no f*cking holding back.”

“We find her first and see what she’s playing at, J. No need to start a war where one’s not needed,” Marcus countered, and then continued, “Tomorrow, first thing, you, Scott and Nash follow these leads up.”

I nodded, but I had no f*cking intention of leaving that bitch to carry out her vendetta. This time, I would make sure Madison was safe and do whatever the f*ck it took to make that happen.