I've had some readers request this Valentine's Day short story with Madison & J.
I hope you enjoy it!
I love writing these two and am looking forward to getting their novella out to you sometime in March.
Warm breath
tickled my neck and strong arms enveloped me from behind. I leant back into him and placed my hands on
his arms. This was my safe place, and
being with him like this drowned out the noise from the party that was in full
swing around us.
His lips brushed my neck and he
murmured, “You’re driving me fucking insane in that dress, baby. I need it off you and I need that soon. How much longer do you want to stick around
here?”
We were at the Anti Valentine’s
party at Scott’s house that Harlow had organised, and had been here for more
than four hours now so I figured we could split anytime soon. She wouldn’t be upset; nothing much fazed her
and it was one of the reasons why I loved her so much. Actually, Harlow was the best thing that had
ever happened to my brother so I loved her unconditionally for that alone.
I decided to play with J a
little though. “We can’t leave yet, we
haven’t been here long enough.”
He groaned in my ear and then
moved his hand to cover my breast, fingers circling my nipple. It was a good thing we were in a dark corner where
nobody could see what he was doing. J
wouldn’t care either way; he’d fuck me wherever and whenever he could, but I
preferred privacy. “I don’t give a fuck
how long we haven’t been here. In ten
minutes I’m taking you home so I can rip that fucking dress off you and taste
your sweet pussy, so I’d suggest you say your goodbyes now. We clear?”
Heat sizzled throughout me; this
was the side of J I loved the most. His
dirty mouth and bossy ways never failed to turn me on. He moved his hand off my breast but I quickly
stopped him and directed it back there. “For
the next five minutes I want your hands on me, J, and I want you to imagine
tasting me and fucking me. Then I’ll go
and say goodbye and then you can take me home and rip my dress off. Oh, and by the way, you’ll be buying me a new
one. Are we clear?”
He growled, and gripped my
breast harder. “Fuck. If you’re not careful I’ll be ripping this
dress off here.” His other hand came up
to my other breast and he roughly kneaded both of them. Lust for him took over both my mind and body,
and I leant my head back on his shoulder and softly moaned with pleasure. His erection pressed firmly into me and I
reached around behind me to stroke him.
When my hand found him, his body jerked and he pulled away from me,
dropping both hands from my breast and catching my hand in his. “Fuck ten minutes, babe, we’re going now.”
As he started to stalk towards
the front door, I pulled on his hand to slow him down. “J, I need to say goodbye, at least to Harlow
and Scott.”
He contemplated that for a
second, and then replied, “Fine. But
make it quick, Madison. No fucking about
because my dick can’t take much more. I
need to be inside you.”
I pulled his face down to mine
and kissed him. “I need that too,” I
said softly as I ended the kiss.
His hand wrapped around my neck
and he drew me closer to him so that our faces were only a breath apart. Our eyes locked and his searched mine for a
moment. “Valentine’s Day is a load of
fucking shit as far as I’m concerned but for some reason it’s making me want to
tell you how much I love you, baby. And
even though we’re not married yet, you’re mine for fucking ever, even if this
bloody wedding doesn’t go ahead.”
Smiling at his possessiveness, I
said, “J, this wedding is going ahead. I
know it feels like everything has been against it happening but trust me, it’s
happening. In less than two weeks I will
be your wife, and you’ll be stuck with me forever.”
“Thank Christ for that,” he
muttered, and then a deadly serious look came across his face as he added, “I
hope you know that I will never let you go.
Even if shit gets bad, I’m not letting you go. I will fucking kill anything or anyone that
comes between us if I have to. And if
you ever think about walking away, you’ll have a fucking fight on your hands,
babe.”
I pushed myself into him and
pressed my lips to his, tasting him. The
sensations that his words caused in my body were amazing; he had the power to
set me alight with desire from his words alone.
“That’s why I love you, J. That
you would fight for me, that you won’t let me go… that’s all I need. I don’t need roses or chocolates on Valentine’s
Day to know how much you love me.”
“Good. Now, find Harlow and Scott so we can get out
of here.”
Doing what he said, I found
Harlow a couple of minutes later in the kitchen. Of course she was in the kitchen; this girl
could cook up a storm and every man in the club was in heaven whenever she
visited the clubhouse with her food.
She saw me and her face lit
up. We hadn’t had much time to catch up
tonight and I knew she’d be a little disappointed that we were leaving now but
she’d understand. “We’re going to head
out now, honey,” I said.
She took one look at J and
nodded. His intent to get me home must
have been evident, and everyone knew not to mess with J. Especially where I was concerned. “Thanks for coming,” she said as she hugged
me goodbye. “Even though I dislike
Valentine’s Day, I’ve got to say that I’m looking forward to the after party
and it looks like you and J are too,” she whispered in my ear before letting me
go. Her eyes were twinkling and she laid
a huge smile on me.
I laughed and held up my hand in
a defensive type gesture. “I’ve told you
before, I don’t want to hear the words sex and Scott in the same sentence, so
don’t go there. I don’t need to know
those things about my brother.”
Scott wandered into the kitchen
at that moment, catching only my last sentence.
“What things don’t you need to know about me?” he asked as he stood
behind Harlow and put his arm around her shoulders. I watched as she sunk back into him, a
content look crossing her face.
“I don’t need to know about your
after party activities.”
He smirked. “No, you definitely don’t need to know about
that. Nobody needs to know what I’ve got
planned for Harlow tonight.”
I held up both hands now. “J and I are leaving now; before you say anymore. Thanks for a great party.”
J was laughing by now. “Thanks, brother. I should have got you to start talking
sooner. Would have gotten Madison home a
lot earlier if I had.”
I smacked him on the chest and
glared at him. “Don’t encourage
him. Seriously, you two are wicked
together.”
“You’re forgetting one thing,
Madison. I don’t share Harlow with
anyone and that means my lips are sealed.
What Harlow and I do at our private parties is between just the two of
us so you never need to worry that you’re going to hear about it because that’s
never going to fucking happen.”
“Thank goodness for that,” I
replied. I couldn’t tell you why, but
even though I loved sex and wasn’t a prude in any way, I didn’t want to know
about my brother’s sex life.
J slapped my ass. “Time to go, babe,” he said before leaning
down to whisper in my ear, “I’ve got a dress to rip off.”
Scott let Harlow go and we
hugged goodbye while J and Scott said goodbye.
Then he led me outside to his Jeep.
He’d had to drive that tonight rather than his bike due to what I was
wearing. Opening the door for me, he
stood back and watched me, a small smile playing on his lips.
“What are you smiling at?”
“I’m just enjoying the show,
babe. Watching you in that dress is pure
fucking heaven.”
Leaning forward, I murmured, “It’s
a shame you didn’t realise that all night I’ve had nothing on underneath it
then, isn’t it?”
I watched as he took this in;
playing with J like this was one of my favourite things to do. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman. Get in the damn car now.”
Smiling, I said, “Happy
Valentine’s Day, J.” And then I did what
I’d been told.
