Joker takes the folder and grabs my hand as we walk downstairs towards the kitchen. I go to the fridge and grab two beers. I take a sip as Joker rounds the counter, pulling me into his arms.
“Are you okay?” He kisses the top of my head, and I breathe his scent into my lungs. His arms feel like home.
After a few moments, I pull back and smile up at him. “I’m okay. It’s just been a lot the last few days. But signing those papers knowing Bailey is now ours has made it all worth it.”
“Seeing how happy she was today was everything. It’s not going to be easy, but together we've got this. I love you, Madison.” His words make my heart race, as this is the first time he's said he loves me. He tilts my chin up and lowers his lips until he's hovering over mine.
I can feel his breath on my face as my heart beats faster. “I love you too.”
I lift up and meet him the rest of the way. His kisses have become my favorite thing. He’s addictive. I melt into him as he claims my mouth, stealing my breath. His kisses were like a promise- firm and unshakable that made my knees weak. A preview of what’s to come. He slows down the kiss, pulling back and leaning his forehead against mine. I pull back and take a sip of my drink to cool myself off before I jump him where he stands.
Joker looks towards the stairs and back at me. “Later, when you guys are sleeping, I will be leaving tonight to go to the clubhouse. I’m putting an end to Bailey’s nightmare.”
“Good, just as long as you make it hurt.” I can’t wait until this is all behind us and Bailey can start living. Tomorrow I’m going to be looking for a therapist for her. I think it would do her some good.
Joker's shoulders move up and down as he laughs. “So viscous.”
I wag my finger at him, trying not to smile. “And don’t you forget it.” I drain the last of my beer. “I’m going to check on Bailey and have a shower.” I walk around the island, and Joker grabs my hand, stopping me, and leans in and gives me a kiss.
“I’ll be up soon. I'm going to let the dogs out and lock up.”
I walk upstairs, my feet tired from today. I make my way to Bailey's room and peek my head in to see that she’s already fast asleep in bed, making me smile. I walk over quietly and cover her with the blankets, smiling at how peaceful she looks in her sleep. Walking out, I leave the door open slightly, knowing the dogs are going to want to go in and head towards my and Joker's room. Throwing my hair into a bun, I walk into the bathroom, which is amazing. Two showerheads and a shower big enough to fit ten people along with a claw-foot tub that’s just begging me to soak in. I turn it as hot as I can stand it and get in, letting the water rain down on me, loosening up my tight muscles. Washing the day away and just taking a moment to myself. As soon as Joker told me he was taking care of that bastard tonight, the tension in my shoulders loosened. But I won’t fully rest until I know he is completely gone. I’m not a killer, and that might seem harsh, but what he did to Bailey is unspeakable.
Not wanting to linger, I grab my favorite vanilla-scented body wash and scrub my body and shave everything. I know what’s going to happen tonight, and I can’t wait. Each lingering touch today had my body ready to go, and I know he was doing it on purpose to see my reaction.
The way Joker makes me feel is everything. Of course, I initially fought him, but who wouldn't have? When I see him, my heart races, and my stomach flutters. It's as if my world has finally opened up, seeing things more clearly for the first time. I finish up my showerand step out, grabbing a fluffy towel and wrapping it around myself. Drying off, I lotion my body, and my hands shake slightly because I can hear Joker moving around in the bedroom. A small part of me just wants to stay behind this door and hide. I look around for my sleep clothes and realize I didn’t even bring anything with me. Shit. I’m going to have to walk out of here in my towel. I’m normally a confident woman, but now my nerves are starting to kick in. I take a deep breath and open the door, making sure my towel is secure around me. Good Lord, he’s standing there in just his boxers and nothing else. His body is like a work of art with all his tattoos and six-pack abs. Good Lord, give me strength not to drool; he is that delicious.
My mouth goes dry as I watch him watch me. My heart rate spikes as I watch his eyes darken and he fists his hands, clenching them at his sides. I'm sure he can hear how fast my heart is pounding.
“Jesus Madison. You're beautiful.” He splits the distance between us until he’s standing in front of me. He pushes a hair behind my ear that’s fallen out of my bun. His touch lingering until he’s cupping my cheek. I lean into his touch, closing my eyes.
“Joker.” I whisper his name in the quiet room. The only thing I can hear is our shared breathing. We are so close I can feel his breath on my lips. If I move slightly, I will have his lips right where I want them. It's taking everything in me to stay still.
“The things I would do to keep you safe would scare you. You have had me from the moment I looked into your eyes and you threatened me with banning me from the bakery. And now here you are in our room in our house, right where you are meant to be all along. If we do this, I’m never letting you go. If you try to run, I will just follow you because you're mine, Madison, mind, body and soul, just like I’m yours in all ways. So what's it going to be?”
My body shivers as goosebumps rise on my skin. I take his threat for what it is, and I know he would follow me to the ends of the earth. He would burn this world to the ground if it meant keeping me safe. But one thing he doesn’t have to fear is me leaving him. Joker is it for me. He has embedded himself so deep that I don’t know if I would ever survive it if he walked away. Each day he walked into my bakery gave me an excitement I had never felt before, and each time I banned him, it was an empty threat, and he knew it, which is why he would always be back the next day. Each time the door opened, I secretly hoped it would be him. I always felt I was missing something in my life, and now I know for certain it was always him.
So, I say the words I know will seal my fate. “Show me what it means to be yours.”
Thirteen
Madison
His eyes darken at my words as his nostrils flare. His hand wraps around my throat, not enough to hurt. Oh no, I know with 100% certainty that Joker would never hurt me. With his other hand, he takes my hair down from my bun, letting my hair fall down my back as he grabs a fistful, tilting my head back. My breaths are coming out in pants as I can feel myself dripping already, and he’s hardly touched me. Up until this point, Joker has been gentle with me, but I'm definitely loving this sideof him.
He lowers his head and slants his lips over mine; this isn’t like his other kisses. This is Joker unleashed. As soon as I gave the go-ahead that this is what I wanted, he let his dominant side out. The playful Joker is now gone, and in its place is the wild and untamed Joker, and I’m loving every moment. My legs threaten to buckle, and Joker chuckles against my lips and lifts me up in his arms as I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel how big his cock is against me, and it’s taking everything in me not to rub myself against him like I want.
I rip my mouth from his, panting. “Bed. Take me to bed.” I moan in his ear as I leave kisses on his neck.
He walks to his bed and lowers me gently as if I’m made of glass. He stands above me, looking at me with an intense look in his eyes. I take that time to slowly open the towel so I’m lying here fully naked. His eyes darken as he takes me in from head to toe. I can feel his eyes on me as my body shivers. I watch as he lowers his boxers until they hit the floor, and my eyes widen as I see the size of that monster between his legs. Jesus, he’s huge. I may not be a virgin, but that is going to hurt tomorrow. Those thoughts leave me as I grab his cock, stroking it from root to tip. I watch as pre-cum leaks. So, I do the only sane thing and lean forward and take his tip into my mouth, sucking him as far as I can.
I look up with him still in my mouth to see his head thrown back, eyes closed. “Fuck.” He grits out. He pulls back, panting, looking at me. I pout at him, making him chuckle. “You can play later; right now, it’s my turn.”
Oh, hell yes, finally. I move so I’m lying in the middle of the bed watching as he climbs on, hovering over top of me. I open my legs so he can fit. He boxes me in, leaning down, sealing his lips to mine in a heated kiss. He doesn’t let up, and he takes my breath away as he nips, licks and sucks his way into my mouth. Everything narrows.The world fades to sensation and emotion, and the undeniable truth of this moment. My heart is pounding hard enough that I’m sure he can feel it, and somehow that only pulls us closer. I cling to him as my body shivers with each kiss. When we break apart, it’s barely a pause—foreheads touching, breaths uneven, the space between us vibrating with everything yet to come.
He doesn’t waste time as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along my chest until he takes my breast into his hot, wet mouth, pulling and tugging until I’m tugging on his hair. It's that intense. He lets go with a pop and shows my other breast equal attention until I’m withering on the bed begging for more.
“Please, Joker.” He knows what I want and what I need.
