“I need to taste you, baby.  Need my tongue in that sweet pussy of yours,” he murmured into my ear, while backing me up against the wall.

I didn’t argue as he knelt in front of me and spread my legs.  When his tongue hit my clit, I scrunched my fingers in his hair, and cried out with pleasure.  He grunted his satisfaction, and slid his tongue down and into my pussy.  Oh, holy fuck, it felt divine.  His hands moved slowly up the backs of my legs until they hit my ass.  He kneaded my bottom, while his tongue continued to lick and stroke my sex.

Pleasure moved through me until my whole body was alive with it.  When he began to fuck me with his fingers, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I came.  The pleasure intensified and built, until it crashed all around me, and I came with his mouth wrapped around my pussy.

My hands were still in his hair, and I pulled him up to me, to kiss him.  I needed his tongue in my mouth now.  And the taste of me in his mouth only made me want him more.  I groaned into his mouth, and pushed my body closer into his.  My arms were wound tight around him, fingers clawing his back.  One leg was wound around one of his, and all of a sudden, he gripped my ass and lifted me, carrying me to the bed.

As I fell to the bed, he leaned over me and smiled.  “Fuck, I love fucking you.  But tonight I want to make love.”

I shook my head, and trailed a finger down his chest.  “No, baby.  Fucking is our way of making love.  I want you to fuck me.”  And with that, I reached down to his cock, gripped it hard and pulled him to me.

“Fuck!” he roared, and thrust in.  Hard; just the way I liked it.

A deliciously wicked grin flashed across my face, and then our lips were locked while he fucked me just like I’d asked him to.

Chapter 25

Madison

I started going to regular AA meetings again.  J insisted, but I had already decided it would be an important part of my life from now on.  I think I had fooled myself into believing I was better than everyone at those meetings; that somehow I didn’t really need to be there.

It was now a month after my relapse and things between J and I were good.  I was worried though; there was something bothering him and he wasn’t talking to me about it.  We’d had the discussion about his refusal to share club business with me, and he had been sharing more with me since.  Even though I sensed he still didn’t tell me a lot, I knew he was trying, and that was all I could ask for.  Strong relationships weren’t built quickly; I knew this would take a lot of work, so I was being patient.  And yet, I felt it in my gut that something wasn’t quite right with him.

The club still hadn’t found Mandy, so I guessed that he was stressed about that.  I’d brushed my concerns away for a few weeks now, but this week he seemed even more preoccupied with whatever it was.  He was being elusive, and there also seemed to be some tension between him and Scott.

It all came to a head on the Friday afternoon of that week.  I was waiting for J at the clubhouse when Griff wandered into the bar and locked eyes on me.  Now, here was a man who I wasn’t quite sure what to make of.  He had been a member of Storm for about three years and I still knew nothing about him except that he liked to keep to himself.  If I had to choose one word to describe him it would be broody.  I took in his appearance.  He was tall with dark hair that was a little long, kind of like he just needed a good haircut, but the ruggedness of it did it for me.  He also always wore a five o’clock shadow; another great feature as far as I was concerned.  I liked a man who wasn’t perfect looking and he definitely fit the bill.  Griff was one of the only bikers I knew who wasn’t covered in tattoos; well, tattoos that could be seen anyway.  His tanned skin was clear of them on his arms, neck and hands.  I had no idea if he had any on his legs as I had never seen them.

His green eyes penetrated mine, and I felt a little disloyal to J with the sensations he evoked in me.  His voice was deep and commanding when he spoke, “Scott wants to see you in the office.”

“And why couldn’t Scott come and see me?” I asked.

“In the office now, Madison,” his voice rumbled, and his hand slid around my back to guide me in the direction he wanted me to go.

I wanted to argue with him, but something about Griff told me not to bother.  If it was at all possible, he seemed bossier than J, with an air about him that screamed not to challenge him.  So, I did what I was told and went to see Scott, with Griff close behind.

Scott was sitting at my father’s desk when we found him, and he looked up with a frustrated look on his face.  Putting his pen down he motioned for me to sit.  Griff closed the door behind us and stood next to my chair.  My senses were going into overdrive; something wasn’t right here.

Scott finally spoke, “Are you up on what J’s been doing this week?”

“I’ve got no idea what J does with his time when he is not with me,” I answered truthfully.

“Fuck,” Scott cursed and shot a look at Griff, who nodded and then exited the room.

Okay, now I was really fucking confused.  “What is going on, Scott?”

He sighed and then gave me a hard look, like he was contemplating just how much to share with me.  “I was hoping you could tell us because we sure as fuck don’t know what he is doing.”

“Spit the rest out, Scott.  What are you hiding from me?”