Chapter 2
J he kept stroking until the moment he growled, “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
He pulled his fingers out and walked me forward to the bedside table where he placed my hands on it. “Hold on tight,” he directed before thrusting inside me from behind.
“Jesus, Madison, two days without you is too fucking long,” he rasped in between thrusts. I had to agree with him, but coming home to this was almost worth it.
My hands gripped the bedside table as his thrusts grew harder and faster.
His fingers dug into me, but I hardly paid any attention to them—the only thing touching the edge of my consciousness was the intense pleasure pulsing through my body.
J had tipped me over the edge again, and as I came, I dropped my head down and let it consume me.
“Fuck!” he roared as he slammed into me one last time and then stilled.
When he was finished, he pressed a kiss to my neck before pulling out and letting me go. His hands were only off me for a second before he lifted me and placed me on the bed.
Once he had me settled, he positioned himself next to me and placed his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close.
I rested my head on his chest and curled into him.
Tiredness threatened to claim me, but I did my best to fight it.
I wanted to spend this time with J, and reconnect after two days apart.
Shifting so I could look up at him, I said, “Maybe I should go away more often if that’s how you’ll fuck me when I come home.”
He scowled. “Madison, if that’s how you want me to fuck you, I can do that every day. There’s no need to go away just to get that.”
I smiled and pushed up off the bed so I could go to the bathroom. “Be back in a minute,” I said and left him.
When I came back to the bed, I took in the tiredness that lined his face. “Has work gotten worse?” The club was under a lot of pressure at the moment with a new drug dealer in town giving them hell, and I worried every day for J’s safety. Actually, I worried for every member’s safety.
He frowned. “No, nothing has changed. I don’t want you to worry, okay?”
I positioned myself next to him on my stomach and draped my arm across his chest. “Of course I’m going to worry. You guys are out there every day dealing with that asshole. Until he’s sorted out, I’ll keep worrying because losing you would kill me.”
He took hold of my hand and changed the subject—probably to distract me, but also because this was a subject he always wanted to talk about.
“It’s time you agreed to a baby.” The way he watched me and the fierce tone he took let me know we were headed into dangerous territory.
J’s desire for children right now clashed with my desire to wait at least six to twelve months.
We’d only been married for just under a year and I wanted more time alone with him before bringing a child into our relationship.
J, on the other hand, was a stubborn bastard and had been doing everything to convince me to have a baby now.
I held his gaze. “Now is most definitely not the time for me to be getting pregnant. Not with all the shit the club is in at the moment. I don’t want to bring a child into that kind of environment.”
“Bullshit,” he said, annoyance flashing in his eyes. “You’re just using that as an excuse. This shit will be over soon so there’s no reason to even factor it into your decision.”
“You don’t know that for sure.” I was clutching at straws. Hopefully he’d let it go like he usually did.
He watched me for another couple of moments.
Then, without warning, he flipped me onto my back and positioned himself over me, pinning my arms above my head.
Bending his head, he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked it.
He then did the same to the other one. His knee moved so he could push my legs apart.
When he had me how he wanted me, he brought his face close to mine.
“Maybe I should fuck you into agreeing to this because I’m sure as hell getting tired of hearing the word ‘no’. ”
“You don’t fight fair, J.”
He raised his brows. “I don’t fight fair? Who the fuck do you think controls my dick? And who the fuck do you think always gets what she wants by way of controlling my dick?”
I bit my lip. He had a point. J might be a bossy asshole, but when it came down to it, I had my ways of getting what I wanted out of him.
When I didn’t reply, he carried on. “Now that we’ve established that, let’s establish the fact that this is going to happen.”
“Baby, I told you that I do want kids with you, but I want us to wait a few more months before we try to get pregnant.”
He shook his head. “No, no more waiting. I’m done with fucking around.”
Something in his voice caught my attention. “Tell me why this is so important to you,” I said softly. There was definitely something there that I’d missed every other time we’d had this conversation, and something told me it was important.
He let my wrists go and sat back. After a beat, he said, “I want a family, Madison. I want kids running around and I want you as their mother. And I don’t want to waste another minute arguing about this. Life’s too short not to have what you want.”
I sat up and shifted close to him. Laying my palm gently on his cheek, I said, “This is because of your mum and dad, isn’t it? You don’t feel like you have ties, and you want them.”
“I have you. And Brooke. And Storm. I have ties.” His voice was gruff, and I knew I’d hit the nail on the head even if he was being stubborn about admitting it.
“It’s okay, J, I get it now. I understand where you’re coming from.”
We sat watching each other for a few moments, silently communicating our understanding. Finally, he nodded and I knew that was the only acknowledgement I would get that I was right, but it was all I needed. “So, you’ll change your mind?”
I smiled as a sense of peace about my decision flowed through me. Nodding, I said, “Yes.” Of course I would give J what he wanted. What he needed. I could never deny the man I loved those things. Not now that I knew his reason.
Relief filled his face. “Jesus, woman, you know how to make a man work for something.”
Grinning at him, I said, “It was all just practice for the main event. Now we get down to the real work, and let me tell you—you’re gonna have to work hard if you want to get me pregnant.”
He returned my grin. “I’m all about the hard work, Madison. Christ, you’ve put me through my paces over the years. I think you might be the one underestimating just how worn out you’re going to get.”
I shifted so I was sitting in his lap, and put my arms around his neck. Kissing him, I said, “Let the games begin.”