Storm (Storm MC) (5 page)

“Are you taking this seriously, Madison?” he asked, sharply.

His tone annoyed me and all thoughts of his body disappeared.  “Of course I am,” I snapped.

“Well, you don’t fucking seem like it.”  He was glaring at me now, waiting for my response.

I was still standing at the sink and decided it was probably best to avoid the rest of this conversation.  After finishing my drink I placed my empty glass in the sink and turned to leave the kitchen.  “I’m going back to bed.  I need more sleep to be able to deal with this, J.”

His eyes penetrated mine as I walked past him and I wasn’t sure what I saw in them.  It looked like lust but it was probably anger and frustration.  Lack of sleep often led me to the wrong conclusions.

I made my way to my bedroom door and was just closing it when he pushed it open again.  There was no light on here so I could only make him out roughly but the energy surrounding us was charged. 

He stood in the doorway, and as I adjusted to the darkness I could tell he was running his eyes over my body.  I had been right in the kitchen; he was radiating lust.  And fuck, it got me wet.  I wanted him in a way that I hadn’t wanted a man for years.  Sure, I loved sex and craved it, but J brought out carnal desires in me that no one else seemed able to.

“J...what are you doing?” I breathed out.

He took a step towards me and reached out, brushing his thumb across my cheek.  “I’d almost gotten to a place where I didn’t think about you every fucking day,” he murmured, surprising the fuck out of me.

His words snapped me out of my lust fuelled trance and I pushed his hand away from my face.  “What the hell?” I said.  Why was he saying that crap to me?  He was the one who had said he didn’t love me anymore, the one who sent me away.  Why would he still be thinking about me?

“You’ve no idea, baby.  No idea...” he muttered and walked out of the room, leaving me confused and annoyed.  J was a walking contradiction to me, and I sensed this was just the beginning of it.  Events from the past were going to start catching up with me and I was powerless to stop it.

J
ason

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.

***

M
adison

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?

She looked sceptical.  “You really think he’s going to let you out of his sight?”

“Well, if he doesn’t, it just means he is coming shopping too.  I highly doubt he will want to do that.”

“Ha!  Good luck with that,
sugar
,” she said, putting the emphasis on sugar, and I knew she was being sarcastic about J.  “I’m going to go and get ready just in case we are allowed out,” she said as she pulled a face and left the kitchen.

I made the coffee that I had originally come in here to make and sat at the table, enjoying the quiet while I drank it.  My thoughts wandered to what J had said to me last night.  I was still confused about it, and although I really wanted to know what he meant by it, there was no way I would ever bring it up with him.  My heart was still fragile where J was concerned.  Before I left Brisbane, we had been rebuilding our friendship and I had been sure we would end up back together again, after I managed to free myself of Nix.  But then Nix had turned on me, and J had been the one to find me beaten and bloody.  Something had snapped in him that day, and it had not been the same between us.  A week later he had come to me and told me there was nothing left between us and that I should leave Brisbane to get away from Nix; to start a new life.  He had sent me away; he didn’t love or want me anymore.

Startling me from my thoughts, J came back into the kitchen, freshly showered.  I took in his jeans and the fitted black t-shirt he wore that defined his muscles.  And then his scent filled the room; sandalwood.  God, I loved that smell; it was the one he had always worn, for as long as I had known him.  It hit my nostrils and then it hit my heart; memories came flooding back of the good times we had shared.  It’s funny how a smell can bring so much back to you.

I stood and at the same time he moved into my space.  Too close.  His presence, his smell, his breath; it was all messing with me and I couldn’t think straight.  Our eyes locked for a few silent seconds, and then I stepped backwards to escape whatever was happening between us. 

“I’m sorry for being an asshole to your friend before,” he apologised, and shocked the shit out of me.

“Since when do you apologise for things you’ve said?” I was intrigued.  This was a new side to J.

He shrugged.  “Since now.  Since I’m trying to get you to stop being angry at me.  I know you’re still mad at me for what I did, but babe, that was two years ago and we need to move forward if you’re gonna come back home.  Be a lot easier to do that if you weren’t mad at me.”

“Umm, who said I was coming back to Brisbane?” I cocked my head, interested in his answer.

He smiled.  “You will be coming back with me.  That’s a given.  Just a matter of time till you agree.”

“You’re still as cocky and bossy as you always were, aren’t you?” I speculated, trying hard not to let him annoy me.

Before he could reply, Serena waltzed back in and said to J, “So, biker boy, Madison and I have shopping planned for today.  Will you be coming with us or will you allow us to go out on our own?”

J smirked, and then looking from Serena to me, he said, “I like your friend, even if she does have a smart mouth on her.”  Then he focused his gaze on Serena.  “And, no, there won’t be any shopping today,” he said, firmly.

This only served to anger Serena.  “Maybe not for you.  We’ll be going though.”

He lent down and got in her face, all lightness gone from his eyes.  Nobody said no to J.  “No, you won’t be, sweetheart.”

Shock flashed across her face.  Serena wasn’t used to men like J; men that said no to her.  And she certainly wasn’t used to being spoken to in a menacing tone like the one J had just taken with her.  She quickly looked to me for backup.

“J, I think we will be okay going shopping.  I highly doubt that Nix will be out looking for us in a shopping mall,” I tried to reason with him.

He turned his head in my direction.  Oh, shit.  The look flashing in his eyes was not one I wanted to mess with.  “Did you not fucking take in what I told you about Nix last night?  Do you need to see those photos again or perhaps I should show them to Serena so she can fully appreciate what we’re dealing with here,” he fumed, reaching for his phone.

I held up my hand.  “Stop!  No, we don’t need to see those photos.  We won’t go shopping.”  I gave in, but I wasn’t happy about it.

He appeared like he was going to say something but then he changed his mind and nodded once before turning and stalking out of the room.

“What the fuck, Madison?” Serena rounded on me.  Now I had her mad at me; I couldn’t win.

I held up both my palms to silence her.  “Not now, honey!”  I paused for a moment to think, but nothing came.  “Fuck it, I need a smoke!” I decided, and left in search of one.

Five minutes later, I was outside, smoke in one hand, phone in the other.  I needed Blake.

He answered on the first ring.  “How’s it going over there, baby girl?”

“Well, J’s telling us what we can and can’t do, Serena’s mad at both of us, and I’m hiding outside having a smoke.  What does that tell you?”

“Do you want me to come over?” he asked.

This was why Blake was a superstar in my eyes.  He was busy running his restaurant, but willing to drop everything for me.  “No, don’t do that.  I just needed to hear your voice; it always makes me feel better.”

“Have you decided what you’re going to do?”

I sighed, and blew out a long breath of cigarette smoke.  “I don’t want to go back, but I probably will just so I can make sure Crystal, my friend’s daughter, is okay.”

“Yeah, I get that.  I would do the same thing.”

There was a loud bang inside the house.  “Shit, Blake, I’ve got to go.  I’ll call you later, okay?”  I said, putting my smoke out and getting ready to go and see what that noise was.

“Yeah, babe.  Later,” he said, and hung up.

Heading back inside, I yelled out, “What happened?”

I found them both in the laundry.  Turned out the noise I had heard was the dryer falling off the wall.  “Bloody hell, how did that happen?” I asked.

Serena looked sheepish.  “I may have slammed the dryer door really hard, and as a result, the dryer may have fallen down.”

J was inspecting the wall.  God, I hoped he could fix this because our landlord would not be happy.  He looked up at me.  “I can fix this.  But it’ll mean a trip for all of us to the hardware store.”

Serena rolled her eyes.  “How did I know you were gonna say that,” she muttered.

“Sure, just let me get dressed,” I said, and left them to bicker while I went to find some clothes.

Something told me that this was going to be one long ass day.

M
adison

God, the trip to the hardware store was a torturous experience.  Serena constantly took shots at J, who in turn, argued back.  By the end of it, I was ready to stab myself in the eyes and cut my ears off; anything not to have to see or hear either of them.