Size matters, p.15
Size Matters, page 15
Maddie didn’t fight him as the bra was removed and he cupped her breast in his big palm.
“You look at these tits and you think they’re fat and ugly? They’re not. They are so beautiful.” He pinched a nipple, and she cried out. “And so sensitive.” His teeth grazed her ear. “I love how tight they are. It’s like your body knows I’m its master, and I am, Maddie. I’m the one who’s in charge of this body.”
He let go of her hair and then both of his hands were on her tits, pressing them together. “I can’t wait until I can fuck these tits. You’ll squeeze them together around my dick until I come all over them.” He groaned.
Bull kept one hand on her breast and slid the other down her body, touching her stomach.
“Your curves don’t intimidate me, Maddie. They make me fucking hot for you.” He pressed his cock against her ass, and she moaned, wanting him inside her.
He teased the edge of the waistband, and she didn’t think he was going to do it, but all of a sudden, his fingers went beneath the sweatpants. He touched her pussy over her panties. Again, they were ugly, but he hadn’t exposed them.
Maddie should have known it was only going to be a matter of time before he did that though.
He let her go and crouched down, grabbing the waistband of the pants and tugging them until they hit the floor.
She cried out, but he held her still and firm.
The panties, he tore them from her body. Other than the cast, she was completely naked. She tried to cover herself, but as Bull stood, he captured her arms and placed both of her hands behind his neck.
“Keep them there, Maddie.”
She wanted to hide. So he didn’t see all the lumps and bumps on her body, but Bull put his hands on her hips.
“Now, I want to fuck you so bad. Do you know how long I’ve imagined this moment?”
“You’ve imagined having me naked in front of a mirror?” she asked.
He laughed. “No. But I’ve imagined many times stripping you naked, spreading you out, and tasting every single inch of you.” He let go of her hip and traced a finger around her body, going up her stomach, between the valley of her breasts, then back down, straight toward her pussy.
Bull cupped her between her thighs, and she gasped, taken aback by the touch. It was so bold, so full of ownership. She truly believed him when he claimed her body as his own.
“You feel wet for me, Maddie.”
“Please,” she said.
“Has any man ever touched you like this?”
“No.”
“Good. I’m going to be all of your firsts. That boy from all those years ago doesn’t count.” He slid a finger between her slit and she cried out.
Maddie didn’t know how he did it, but he touched the spot she wanted so desperately to be touched.
Bull groaned as he fingered her. “I need to taste you.”
She didn’t know what he meant until he moved them both toward the bed and had her flat on it within seconds.
How did she go from looking at herself in the mirror to being flat on her back like this?
Bull was careful as he moved her leg out of the way. With the other, he squeezed her thigh, lifting her leg. Both of his hands grabbed her ass, and then she was in heaven. His mouth was on her pussy, licking between her slit.
She cried out, lifting up and rocking against him as he teased her.
His touch was unlike anything she’d ever felt before in her life. He knew exactly what he was doing. His lips were magical, sending her higher than ever before on a pleasure point that she didn’t think she was ever going to come down from.
Her teeth sank into her lip as she tried to contain the noises, but Bull had other ideas. “Let me hear how good this is for you.”
He took her clit between his teeth, using just enough pain to make it almost too much to be good, but he soothed it out with the flat of his tongue, tracing across her clit as he moved back and forth, working her up. She had read books about this but had never once felt it. She figured a man giving a woman pleasure like this was all in the pages, but Bull was bringing it to life. As he stroked over her clit, she felt that sparkle. The heat. There was no way for Maddie to hold in her screams as he took her over the edge, giving her her first, true orgasm.
****
The following day, Bull looked into the shop and smiled. Keeping Maddie at home all day had been a big mistake. Finding her in the bedroom, crying, had broken his heart. She had no reason to cry. At least he’d gotten something out of it, and that had been the beautiful sounds of her orgasm, not to mention the sweet taste of her. Just thinking about it made his cock hard as rock.
The car in front of him was suffering because of how distracted he was, but he couldn’t care.
Molly, the physical therapist, had told him Maddie’s progress was amazing, and she had no doubt she would gain full function of her leg in no time at all. Broken bones were subjective, according to Molly. The healing time all depended on the person.
“All finished, Prez,” Sweet said, wiping down one of the cars he’d been asked to fix up. This one had been damaged in a parking incident and had scratched half of the paint right off.
“Good job.”
Sweet nodded at him and whistled as he made his way around back.
“Do you want me to take over?” Pat asked.
Bull turned toward Pat with a raised brow.
“You’ve been staring through the glass. Why don’t you take her out to lunch or something?”
“You think I’m distracted?”
“Yeah. This car has been on the ramp for two hours, and so far, you haven’t gotten to check on it.”
Bull glared at Pat, who immediately held up his hands.
“I’m not judging. I’m jealous, man. You got a girl that makes you think about her more than the cars. That’s a gift, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes for you to keep her.”
“She’s a distraction,” Bull said.
“A good distraction, Prez, and you need it. You don’t have to keep sacrificing your life for us. Believe me.”
“Since when have you gotten so philosophical?”
“Been doing some reading. Finally getting shit together in my head. I know what went down over there wasn’t my fault, and I can’t keep blaming myself for not bringing every single guy back. I’ve got to live my life. It’s what I’d want every other guy to do, and I know deep down, it’s what they would have wanted.”
Bull put his hand on Pat’s shoulder. “You’re a good man.”
“Oh, please, I’m the fucking sergeant at arms of the Chaos and Carnage MC. I’m not a good guy.”
He looked at Pat, and for the first time since knowing him for nearly thirty years, he had to wonder if this was the life he wanted.
“You want out of the club?”
Pat frowned. “No. I don’t. This club is my home. I guess I should put it another way. Out there, with my men, I was a good guy. I was serving my country. Back here, I’m the guy serving my club, doing whatever is possible for my men. This is my home, and I’m not the kind of guy to get a nine-to-five job and be stationed outside of a desk, Prez. I’m right where I need to be. Now, do us both a favor, and go take that sweet piece out to dinner. She looks so fucking miserable and happy at the same time.”
Bull laughed as he stripped out of his overalls and headed back toward the office.
He changed it for his leather cut, then headed back into the main reception desk. There was no one inside, and he went to Maddie.
“Come on, it’s time for us to head out.”
“Bull, it’s not even eleven yet.”
“Still, I’ve got plans and I’ve been keeping you all to myself. I think it’s only fair that I share you.”
It was the last thing he wanted to do, but Beatrice and Carl had been driving him crazy with the endless supplies of soup and lasagna to help Maddie on her recovery. With her staying with him and going to the clubhouse for her therapy sessions, he hadn’t been accepting visitors for her.
Taking her to the diner would hopefully make up for that, and he was so tired of eating the same food. The boys were grateful for it because they didn’t want any of the club girls to cook for them, but he needed a break, a long one.
Now was a good time for Maddie to see them as well. All of the bruising on her face was gone. She was only down to one cast, which would be welcome to them all. Her mobility was much better, and she was able to handle the crutches like a pro. He knew Maddie wouldn’t be happy with people worrying about her, which was why he waited.
“Do you want to walk or go by car?” he asked.
“Where are we going?”
“To the diner?”
“I can walk.”
He chuckled, moving in to step beside her.
“Thank you,” Maddie said.
“For what?”
“For letting me come back to work. Staying at your place was driving me crazy. Not that there’s anything wrong with your place.” She groaned. “You know what I mean.”
“I do know what you mean, and you don’t have to worry. It’s your place as well.”
“When I can, I will find somewhere else to live. I won’t be a bother.”
He didn’t like that, not one bit. “Did I say you needed to leave?”
“No, but I don’t want to impose.”
“Maddie, you’re not imposing when I’m the one who arranged it in the first place.” He moved in front of her. “My house is your house.”
“Okay, thank you.” There was a smile on her lips, and Bull had decided to make it his mission to always make her smile.
They headed through town. Everyone had heard what happened, and so they were stopped multiple times with people asking Maddie how she was. They also said if she needed anything then not to hesitate to reach out.
Maddie didn’t like any of the attention.
When they arrived at the diner, he heard her take a sigh of relief.
“You okay?” Bull asked.
“I’m fine. I think that’s the most anyone has ever talked to me.”
There was a sudden gasp, and he looked toward Beatrice who put the coffee pot she’d been holding on the table she was serving and rushed over.
Maddie didn’t have much time before she was pulled into Beatrice’s arms. “I’m so glad to finally see you.”
Maddie smiled and patted the woman’s arm, almost as if she was trying to reassure her. “It’s good to see you too.”
The crutch fell to the floor, and he made no move to catch it so Beatrice would give his woman time to breathe.
“Crap, I am so sorry. I’ve been going out of my mind worrying about you.” She cupped Maddie’s cheeks. “I’m so pleased you stopped by.”
“We’re here for some lunch,” he said.
“Of course. Of course.” Beatrice pointed out a private booth that had enough space for Maddie with her crutches and her foot.
Bull made sure to follow close behind her, to keep an eye on anyone who might intend harm to come to Maddie.
Everyone averted their gaze and Beatrice helped Maddie slide into the booth.
“Do you have everything you need? Carl and I were talking and if you need a place to stay, we’re happy to have you.”
“She’s with me,” Bull said.
“Oh, but in case you were too busy.”
“I’m not too busy for Maddie. She’s with me.” He looked at Beatrice as he took Maddie’s hand within his own, letting the other woman know without a shadow of a doubt exactly what he meant.
“My goodness. I’m so happy for you both. I will go and get you some coffee. Do you want coffee? I can whip you up that special hot chocolate you love so much with extra whipped cream and a sprinkle of chocolate?”
“No, no, I’m fine. Thank you. I’ll just have the coffee,” Maddie said.
Beatrice nodded and was gone.
Once again, Maddie breathed a sigh of relief.
“What’s going on?” Bull asked.
“In all honesty, I’m not used to this kind of attention. I think I prefer to be ignored.”
He didn’t get time to comment as with speed, Beatrice was back with mugs. “Have you ordered?” she asked.
“We haven’t had time to look at the menus yet,” Bull said.
“Right, right. Of course, you need time. Silly me.” She laughed. “Well, let me know when you are.”
Beatrice left, and Maddie’s hands were on her shoulders. He noticed the tension in her body.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
“As if I can,” she said, nodding at her crutches.
He noticed Maddie attempted to use humor when things were bothering her.
Bull ignored the staff only sign and followed Beatrice to where she stood, a hand on her chest, looking a little worried.
“You need to calm the fuck down,” Bull said.
Beatrice opened her eyes and looked at Bull. “I’m fine.”
“You’re acting guilty.”
“I am guilty.” Beatrice covered her mouth, and he saw tears fill the older woman’s eyes.
He knew what part Beatrice played in what happened to Maddie. Beatrice didn’t have a clue that she was leading the attackers right to Maddie, nor that she had served them after they’d beaten Maddie up.
It was with Beatrice’s help that he’d been able to locate the men who hurt Maddie.
“I should have known. The look of his knuckles. I’d known he’d been in a fight.” She blew out a breath. “I feel sick just knowing what he did. That poor girl.”
“Maddie’s got me. I would appreciate it if you would stop offering her places to go.”
“Bull, I know who you are. I know what you’re capable of. Do you think you’re the right fit for Maddie?”
He chuckled. For weeks now, this woman had been pissing him off with her constant questioning. With the way she kept asking about Maddie, second-guessing his decisions. Offering to come and help out where he didn’t need it.
Maddie didn’t need a babysitter. She needed someone who helped to make her feel like a person, and above all else, a desirable woman.
Each minute he spent with Maddie, he saw the damage her parents and people had done to her. She hadn’t had a good time of it. She had this warped sense of what she looked like, and he was trying to change that.
“You don’t get to tell me who I have the right to be with, Beatrice. You and I both know that Maddie hasn’t had it easy. You’ve kept your distance now, and it’s time for you to keep your distance again, do you understand me? Maddie doesn’t need to know the truth.”
Beatrice went pale.
“Now, I’m going to head back out there, and you’re going to stop being a mother hen as we both know you gave that right up a long time ago.”
Beatrice bowed her head, and he knew he had her.
The good thing about living in a town like Carnage was that he had dirt on most of the residence. Those that he didn’t lived good lives. Maddie was one of those people, but Beatrice and Carl had a history that only he knew about.
“Don’t hurt her,” Beatrice said.
“I’m the only one who will never hurt her.”
He left Beatrice and went back to find Maddie staring at the menu. She looked up at him with a smile as he came back.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said.
“Do you know what you fancy to eat? I can’t pick between the salad or the pasta salad.”
“Salad, seriously?”
“What? Carl does amazing salads, and you know I’m right.”
He snorted. “Babe, get a burger and fries.”
“I don’t want to.” She looked down at the menu.
“That’s what I’m getting because I know it’s all that will satisfy me. Don’t get the salad unless it is all that you want, Maddie.”
She glanced down at her menu and nibbled on her lip.
He waited.
“A burger and fries sound great.”
“Good.”
Chapter Thirteen
“I can’t believe you’ve never even considered decorating your house for Halloween,” Maddie said.
She couldn’t help but keep checking Bull out as he pushed the cart through the local supermarket. She’d been living with him now for nearly three months. Her physical therapy was going great, and there were times she didn’t even need to use the crutches to hobble around as much as she did. Molly was very optimistic about her next appointment with the bone doctor.
Maddie only hoped they removed the cast so she could have full mobility once again. Hellen needed someone to help her run things at the animal shelter. The poor woman was having a hard time trying to cope with the endless calls, demands, and attempting to raise money. George had left the place in a state.
Chancing another glance at Bull, she had to wonder if George had disappeared for good. She never broached the subject with him. There was no point. It wasn’t like he was going to give her the magical answers for everything.
“Halloween is a pointless investment,” Bull said.
They stopped at some pumpkins. “Is that the only way you see the holidays? Investments?”
“I’m a businessman.”
She held up a pumpkin. “You’re right, there’s no real investment in Halloween. It’s not like people go out and buy way more candy than they need. Or pumpkins for that matter.” She put two pumpkins in the cart. “No investment there. You know what else, cupcake cases.” She saw them just across the shelf and she reached out, grabbing a pack. “I mean, who would have a little more fun with these bad boys in your life? I know I sure wouldn’t.”
“You’re mocking me.”
“Oh, no, not at all. I completely agree with you. Halloween is the worst of the worst.” She smiled. “Now I’m mocking you.”
“I’ve never been into the whole Halloween thing.”
“When my parents were alive, and when I was living with them, I wasn’t either. They sucked. They never had a single pumpkin or spare pair of lights. They hated Halloween. Kids would come and knock on the door, and they’d ignore it. No candy. No tricks or treats. It sucked big time. Kids at school hated me just because of my parents.”
“How come your parents never had any more kids?” Bull asked.
