Storm (Storm MC 1)

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. Fuck, 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 fucking soon.”

Fuck. 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 pussy 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 fuck 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, fuck 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 fucking 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 asshole 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.”