Blaze (12 page)

I broke out in a huge smile.  “I like the sound of that,” I said.

He chuckled.  “Yeah, so do I, babe.”

I shook my head.  “No, J.  I meant that I liked you calling me Mrs Reilly.”

His face softened, and he lightly kissed me.  “Been a long time coming, sweetheart, but I finally made you mine.”

The music started playing, and J nodded as I took in the words of the song he’d chosen.  Tears threatened again as I listened to “(Everything I Do) I Do It For You” by Bryan Adams.

I curled my hand around his neck and pulled his face down to mine.  “I was yours from the first day we met, J, you just didn’t know it.”

J
ason

I sat up and looked at Madison.  “You ready?”

“Yeah, move.”  She waved her hand indicating I should get out of the way.

I laughed, and stood up, and she took my place.

The tattooist smiled at her and then she got to work on Madison’s tattoo, the one on her wrist that matched mine.

The tattooist enquired, “Is this your wedding date I’m adding to this tat?”

“Yes.  Is it a dead giveaway that we’re on our honeymoon?” Madison laughed.

“You do have that just married feel, yeah,” the tattooist admitted, and then asked Madison, “How the hell did you get your husband to agree to ink himself with this tattoo?  Mine wouldn’t have a bar of it.  He’d mutter something about sentimental bullshit and how he’s not into that shit.”  She looked at me and winked. 

“J actually got the tat before me; it’s his design.  And I’m starting to realise, after twelve years together, that he’s a sentimental bastard.”

“No shit,” the chick muttered, hitting me with a look of surprise.

Madison dug my grave marked ‘pussy’ even further by adding, “Oh, you should see my wedding ring that he had engraved.  On the inside of the band is a replica of this tat with these dates on it too.  His is the same.”

“Fuck me,” the tattooist said, shaking her head.  Then she looked at me again and said, “For future reference, where do I find a guy like you?  You know, just in case my husband runs off with some slut.”

“Trust me, babe, you don’t want a guy like me.  I’m a moody fuck at the best of times, just ask my wife,” I said.

“Good with his hands though,” Madison teased, and they both laughed.

“Well, you can’t argue with that.  But this tat is something else; I love it when guys come in here getting symbolic stuff like this.”

My phone rang and I excused myself, and walked outside.

“Griff.  What’s up?”

“Just sending through an email conversation I tracked down?”

“Why are you sending it to me, brother?”

“It’s between Marcus and the Adelaide President; a conversation about the pictures of you and that blonde that were taken when you were down there.  They set you up on that one, J.  Seems he paid the bitch to hit on you and make it look like you guys had hooked up.”

“The fucking bitch was all over me that night; I couldn’t get her off me.”

“Marcus always planned to use it against you.”

I fought the rising anger I felt towards Marcus; this anger never seemed to go away, and I wondered what would happen if the day came where I failed to contain it.  “Thanks, Griff.”

“Thought you might want to show it to Madison, in case she had any lingering doubt.  You don’t need to start your marriage off with that shit between you.”

I saw what he was saying.  Madison had surprised the shit out of me when she’d blindly accepted my word that nothing happened, and for me, it had been a real turning point for us.  It proved to me just how much faith and trust she had in me. 

We hung up and I headed back inside.  Madison was just finishing up with the tattooist so I paid the bill, and then we headed outside into the sunshine.  March in Port Douglas was beautiful and we’d had a great time over the last two weeks.  Tomorrow we headed home; back to deal with this club shit.  Until then, I’d enjoy having my wife to myself.

“Who was on the phone?” she asked.

“Griff.”

“Is everything okay?”

I pulled my phone out and passed it to her, the message open and ready for her to read.  “Yeah baby, he sent me this for you to read.”

She frowned as she took the phone off me.  A minute later she looked up at me, smiled and handed the phone back to me. 

“So?” I asked her.

“J, I didn’t need to read that to know you were being truthful about that woman.”

“Really?”

“Really.  We’ve been through a hell of a lot together, and I’m at a place now where I know you.  I know that you love me.  I know that this is forever, no matter what.  And I know that I’m the only one for you.  You’ve laid your soul out for me, baby, flaws and all; you’ve given me all of you.”  She rested her hand gently against my cheek.  “You might be a dirty mouthed, moody asshole, but you love with all your heart and that’s all a woman can ask for.  So yeah, I don’t need further proof of your love and commitment.”

Fuck me
.

I kissed her and then murmured, “I love you.”

She leant her forehead against mine.  “I love you, too.”

We stayed connected like that for a couple of minutes, letting that settle in.

When we finally pulled apart, she smiled and promised me the world.  “We’re getting our forever, J.”

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THE END

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N
ash

After the Wedding

Fuck me, this chick was something fucking else.  I’d be having words with Madison when I saw her next for not introducing me and Serena earlier.  I stood transfixed as she kicked her heels off.  Most chicks would just kick them off.  Not this one.  She wore sexy like a second skin.  Her flirty eyes held mine as she seductively eased out of those fuck-me shoes.  My cock stood up, screaming for some attention.  Hell, who the fuck was I kidding?  She’d had my cock hard all fucking night.

“Nash, how many chicks do you screw in an average week?”

What the fuck
?  What kind of chick asked that type of question?  I answered her honestly.  “As many as I can talk into it.”

She gave me an impatient look.  “Yeah, give me a number.  Ball park.”

I shrugged.  Fuck, I hoped this didn’t put an end to our fun tonight.  “Seven on a good week.  But average is probably three.”

I waited for her to call it quits but was happy as fuck when she started taking off her dress. 

“Thank Christ,” she said, “I’m sick to dead of dud lays.  You sound like a man who knows what he’s doing.”

I grinned, and popped the button on my jeans.  “Sweet thing, once I’m finished with you, you won’t even fuckin’ remember those dud lays.  I’ll wipe them from your memory.  All you’ll remember will be my cock and its many talents.”

Her dress hit the floor and a minute later so did her bra and panties.  I ripped off the remainder of my clothes and grabbed my cock, stroking it.  Her gaze was fixed on it.  “You gonna suck it, darlin’?” I asked.

She stepped towards me, and promised, “Oh, I’m going to suck it.  It’ll be my pleasure.”

Christ. 
This chick was fucking hot; I was beginning to worry she’d have me shooting my load before the festivities really got going.

She moved my hand and took over the stroking of my dick.  Her hands were fucking magical but I wanted that sweet mouth on me.  “Babe, time to get down to it,” I urged her.

She grinned.  “You’re a pushy bastard, aren’t you?”

A moment later she was on her knees and my cock was enjoying the mad skills of her tongue and lips.  She swirled and sucked her way to getting me off and when she began massaging my balls, I placed my hand on her head and groaned, “Darlin’, unless you want my cum down your throat, you’d better get your lips off my dick.”

She slowly eased me out of her mouth and gave my balls one last lick before she stood up.  Her hand gripped my dick and stroked it.  “You got a condom?” she asked.

I nodded at my jeans on the floor, and she let me go to grab it.  My gaze travelled over her ass as she bent over.  Shit, that was one fine ass.  I’d bet my last dollar that she spent a lot of time working on that ass.

She came back to me with the condom out of its wrapper, and quickly got it in place.  Standing on her toes, she whispered in my ear, “My pussy’s so fucking wet for you, Nash.  You ready to bang me and wipe my memory?”

Holy fuck
!  My lips smashed down onto hers and I kissed her like a mad man possessed.  She was fucking into this and that was the biggest turn on for me.  I walked her backwards to the bed and as the back of her legs hit the bed, I swiftly lifted her and threw her down on the bed.  Her long blonde hair splayed out underneath her, and her eyes begged me to get down and fucking dirty.  I took a minute though to bless my eyes with the sight of her glorious fucking tits.  Serena had one of the best racks I’d ever fucking come across.  The way she was lying on the bed, all revved up and ready to go, was a vision of pure sex.  Hell, this was going to be a damn good fuck.  Of that, I was sure.

She surprised me by sitting up and kneeling on the bed in front of me.  “I’m on top,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows.  “Thought you wanted me to bang you, not the other way around?”

She smiled devilishly.  “Yeah, that too.  But first, we do it my way.”

Fuck, I loved the sound of this.  “We’re going all night, aren’t we darlin’?”

“I fucking hope so, biker boy.  You’ve got a reputation to live up to; I want to still be screaming out your name tomorrow morning.”

I didn’t waste anymore time; a minute later I was under her and her wet pussy was making sweet promises to my cock.

She slowly lowered herself onto me but didn’t let me very far in.  Her hips swivelled and she circled the tip of my dick with wetness.  Those lips of hers felt divine, and I tried to thrust a little.  Smiling at me, she shook her head.  “All in good time, baby,” she said.

The maddening tease continued as she kept circling my cock with her pussy, until finally she took my full length inside.  Christ, she felt so good.  I held her hips and we began to fuck.  I let her control the pace and she went slow.  Slow and deep.  I kept my eyes glued to her tits; they were magnificent in the way they bounced, and I couldn’t wait to get some speed up so they bounced a whole lot fucking more.

“Nash,” she breathed,” Your cock fucking rocks.  Anyone ever told you that?”

“Yeah, babe.  All the fucking time,” I groaned.  Serena had a dirty mouth to match mine and it was getting me off quick.  “Now, you gonna let me fuck you or are you gonna keep fucking teasing me?”

“I’m ready for you to take over, biker boy.  Show me what you’ve got.”

I flipped her and wasted no time getting back inside of her.  She wrapped her legs around me and held on tight while I screwed the fuck out of her.  We fucked hard and fast, and were covered in sweat as we reached for our orgasms. 

“Nash!” she screamed out my name, and her pussy clenched around me as she came.  Her head fell back on the pillow and her eyes squeezed shut as she lost herself in the pleasure.  I kept thrusting, the feel of her pussy amazing as it kept pulsing around me.

“Fuck!” I roared as the orgasm gripped me and I came.

I collapsed on top of her and she moved her arms so that her hands tangled in my hair.  We stayed like that for awhile; both needing the time to recover from that fucking amazing orgasm.

Eventually she shifted, so I moved my head to look in her eyes.  She was smiling at me. 

I grinned back at her.

“The girls didn’t lie to me when they said you were the one who could rock my world tonight,” she said.

“Anytime you want your world rocked, you call on me, sweet thing.  Cause you rocked my fucking world just as much.”

“It’s a shame you live so far away.  I could do with a talented cock on call like yours.”

I threw my head back and laughed.  “You know how to turn a man on, baby.  Give me a minute and then we can put my talents to use again,” I said and winked at her.

Yeah, I’d be having strong fucking words with Madison when she got back from her honeymoon.  It was a fucking crime keeping this chick from me.

H
arlow’s POV

Takes Place At The End Of Fierce - At Scott’s Birthday Party

“Sit,” I said to Madison as I patted the lounge next to me.

She smiled and sunk down into the lounge. “I’m so tired but it’s only eleven and I know that J will want to stay awhile longer to help Scott celebrate his birthday.”

Looking at her, I noticed that she looked exhausted. “Why are you so tired?”

She paused; it looked like she was weighing up what to say. Eventually she sighed and said, “J and I have been fighting. Well, not full on arguing, but let’s just say that we have some issues to work through and I’m not sleeping well while we do that. Plus, I’ve been working some long hours at the shop lately.”

I frowned. “I don’t want to pry, mainly because we’re still getting to know each other, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

She reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Thanks, honey. I really appreciate that.”

“It’s what friends are for,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze back.

“Absolutely,” she said, and gave me a huge smile. “I’m so glad that Scott found you. I never in a million years would have pictured him with a woman like you but I’m over the moon that he has you in his life. And not just for his sake; I’m glad because it means I’ve got you in my life too.”

Her words sent warmth through me; I loved that she felt the same way about me that I felt about her. After my best friend had cheated on me with my boyfriend, I’d lost faith in friendships a little. Once trust has been broken in your life, you tend to find it hard to give it to others. Cassie was the first person I’d opened myself up to after it all happened. She’d taught me to trust again and Scott was also teaching me this. I had a feeling that Madison would be another new friend worthy of my faith in her.

We were interrupted by a sexy drawl we both knew well. “My two favourite ladies. Why are you sitting in the corner away from the party?”