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.
***
Madison
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.
“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.
***
Madison
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.
