Size matters, p.18
Size Matters, page 18
“You kind of get used to it.” Bull shrugged, sipping at his drink.
She took another sip, and it wasn’t so bad because she was getting used to the nasty taste.
“Come on, time to dance,” he said.
He took her hand, and she swallowed another drop of beer, putting the bottle on the counter before Bull led her away onto the makeshift dance floor.
The music was fast. Bull wrapped his arms around her, putting his hands on her ass as he pulled her close. The hard length of his erection dug into her stomach. With all the naked women around him, she didn’t know what he saw in her.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I know I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to. You’re beautiful, Maddie, and one day you’re going to see it too. I know you are.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, right there in front of the whole club.
Maddie jerked back.
He’d never kissed her in front of people before. They had always been in private. She didn’t know why this mattered to her, but it did.
“You’re mine, Maddie. Everyone here knows it.”
They were still having to yell to be heard over the music.
Bull cupped her cheek, bringing her in close, and she ran her hands up his chest, moving them around his neck to draw him as close as possible. Nothing seemed to do. The hand on her hip moved toward the base of her back, then down toward her ass. She released a gasp as he squeezed.
The music changed, seeming to turn down as a slow song erupted. There was a loud chorus of boos.
“I want to take you into my office, bend you over my desk, and fuck you so hard you can’t think straight. When we’ve had enough fun, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
He’d turned her into an addict when it came to sex. “Why not do it now?” she asked.
Before he could answer, someone patted on his arm.
“It’s time.” She recognized Pat’s voice.
“Hey, Pat,” she said.
“Maddie.”
Bull looked behind him, and his body tightened. Whatever he saw, he didn’t like.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” He grabbed her hand. “Fuck.”
“Bull,” a large man dressed as a pirate said.
“William.”
“Great party,” he said.
“Thanks.”
Maddie looked from one to the other. Bull didn’t even bother with the introductions. She stayed perfectly still at his side.
“Who is this lovely woman?” he asked.
“None of your business, that’s who. Come on, Maddie,” Bull said. His hands were at her shoulders, and she was being moved across the room toward the bar.
“Gaz, keep an eye on her. That’s an order.”
“Got it, Prez.”
Bull turned toward her.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“I’ve got some business to attend to. You have to stay here.”
“I could just go home.”
“No,” he said. “I’ll take you if you still want to go home, but not yet. We’re going to enjoy this party.”
He stroked her cheek and pressed a breathless kiss to her lips. In the next second, he was gone.
“What can I interest you in?” Gaz asked.
“A beer would be great,” she said.
If she was ordered to stay in this one spot for the remainder of the party, or until Bull came back, then she was drinking beer. The awful taste was soon numbed.
Gaz rarely moved out of her sight. When he wasn’t serving, he stood right in front of her, his gaze latched on to her.
“You know you don’t have to keep on looking at me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m doing what the prez said. He wants me to keep an eye on you.”
“Don’t you want to enjoy this party?”
“No, I want to make sure his woman is okay.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. Come on,” she said, looking back at the party. “Isn’t there someone here you’d love to dance with?”
There was a flash in his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, but she saw it and smiled. “There is?”
“No. There are a lot of women here. I don’t like to pick.” He went silent and his gaze stayed perfect still on hers.
“Okay, this isn’t creepy at all.”
It was creepy. Super creepy, but she tried to ignore it, wondering at the same time what was wrong with Bull.
Chapter Fifteen
“You are not a guest here,” Bull said the moment they were inside his warehouse at the back of the clubhouse.
He didn’t want to have this discussion with William back at the clubhouse. They had already checked for wires. He didn’t trust anyone, not even a crime lord like William.
“And here I was thinking we were becoming good friends.”
“Cut the crap. We both know there’s no friendship here. We’re two completely different people. Now just tell me what you want,” he said.
All Bull wanted to do was return to his woman. He didn’t like her being alone in the club. If Gaz wanted his patch, he’d keep an eye on her and make sure nothing happened to her. Most of the guys knew who she was and would steer clear, but there were a few who’d see her as fresh meat.
Just thinking about that made his hands clench into fists.
Maddie was his. All his.
“It is a nice place you’ve got here.”
“Thanks. What are you doing?” Bull asked.
“Did you look into the dogfighting ring?” William asked. All playfulness was gone from his expression.
“Beyond your brother and George, no. I took care of it.”
“I’m reaching into my jacket pocket for a picture,” William said.
“Go for it.” He was bored of this.
William approached him, and their men drew guns.
“Enough,” William said. “We are not here to fight.”
Bull waved his hand for his men to put down their weapons and then took the photograph from William’s hand. “This isn’t me,” he said.
“I know it’s not you. I looked into your history and you have never delivered heads of dead family members.”
“I’m sorry about your brother.” Bull looked toward the door to see Grant guarding it.
As much as he hated his brother from time to time, the man was still his flesh and blood, and he would never do anything to kill him. He may want to, but Grant was family. The only family he had left.
“Thank you.”
“Do you know who killed him?” Bull asked.
“Have you ever heard of the Vito Crew Cartel?”
Bull tensed. They were one of the cartel crews he had no choice but to still have dealings with.
“You know I do.”
“I know that the cartels are a tough gang to get rid of. They’re fucking pests,” William said.
“Look, I’m sorry about your brother, but I do not need you to go and stick your problems into our club’s messes. I’m dealing with the Vito Crew. I don’t know what your brother did—”
“They’re the ones who reached out to George,” he said.
“What?”
“Permission to reach inside my jacket.”
“For fuck’s sake, just do it. You’re the one to call this meeting, and last time I checked, we left this on good terms, but if you keep being cryptic, this is going to get bloody.”
“Does your impatience have anything to do what that woman here?”
Bull tensed up again. “You don’t talk about my woman, got it?”
William smirked. “It will be. Here.”
He had a file, and Bull snatched it from him, losing his patience with every passing second.
“I make it my business to know who is playing close to home. The Vito Crew Cartel has been running drugs through my city. They got to my brother. He was addicted to their … product. He showed weakness, and from that moment, they were in. I don’t know what they want from this town, but the fact they had started to do business right underneath your nose without you realizing, I say we both have a problem.”
Bull looked through the file and he didn’t like what he saw.
The Vito Crew were never supposed to be on Carnage property, but right here, clear as a picture, they were calling the shots.
He didn’t know how William had gotten the proof of George’s involvement, but there on the arms of one of the men in the photograph was the mark around the man’s wrist that marked him as a Vito.
Snapping the file closed, he looked up at William. “Your brother had dirty dealings with the Vito club.”
“I have reason to believe that Ceaser, the man you were dealing with, is dead. The crew has been taken over by a man named Julio. You killed at least four of his men at the animal shelter.”
“Why are you giving me this information?” Bull asked.
“They killed my brother. I received his severed fucking head in the mail at one of my salons. Craig was a fucking prick, but he was family. He should have been in rehab, but they got to him. While I was enjoying my dick getting sucked by a fucking expert, he was being tortured. I have yet to find the rest of his body,” William said.
Again, his gaze went to Grant.
“Do you think the Chaos and Carnage MC is going to last? They were already working a dogfighting ring on your property. It’s not going to take long before they remove you, Bull. They want Carnage.”
Bull knew that was true. He ran a hand down his face, real fucking pissed.
“I need to talk to my club,” Bull said. “Not tonight. They enjoy the party tonight.”
“Then you better find me a room because I’m not leaving.”
“You’re not club.”
“No, but seeing as I’ve given you the information you need, I’ve shown you that I’m on your side. I need to fucking kill this gang, once and for all. Do you know what I mean? I’ve got a head to bury, that’s it. This is war to me, Bull.”
“Then you can stay at the clubhouse, but your men have to go.”
Guns were once again raised, and Bull had heard enough.
“Enough!” William yelled the word once again.
“Your men are connected to that trigger,” he said.
“It’s their job to be. Now if you’re done, I’ve got a party to get back to.”
“There’s one more thing,” William said, causing Bull to stop and turn toward the man who had delivered such bad fucking news on Halloween night.
He wasn’t in the mood for fun and games. “What?” Bull asked.
“The sweet piece of ass you brought to the party. Is she yours?”
He clenched his hands. It would be so easy to wipe the floor with this fucker. “Why?”
“I’m just saying, Vito Crew isn’t run by a bunch of saints. They were in your town. They probably already know you have feelings for this woman. That you care for her deeply. They knew my brother was my whole world, and look what they did to him. I’ve looked into Julio, and he makes us look like saints, Bull. Your woman would be better off dead than at the mercy of these fuckers. They don’t just rape women and hurt them. They break them. They shatter their fucking souls. Death is a kindness. They never grant it.”
Bull looked at William and as he did, he imagined Maddie as a shell of herself. He hated the very thought of it.
“I’m returning to my party, do you understand? Then we will talk real business tomorrow.”
William held his hands up. “I’m on your side.”
He didn’t truly believe that. William was a fucking monster to the core. What made Bull pay attention to this new monster was that he was clearly fucking scared, and because of that, it was forcing him to reach out.
Vito Crew was a problem. He was very much aware of what they did to loved ones who turned against them. Just his meeting with William could have set them off.
“Bull, what are you doing to do?” Grant asked, coming toward him.
His brother was dressed up in a suit, looking like some kind of waiter but was probably going for a special agent or something.
“What I have to do,” he said.
None of the brothers stopped him as he walked back into the main clubhouse’s room. One look at him, and people moved out of his way.
He spotted Maddie at the bar, attempting to talk to Gaz, who had noticed him and stepped away.
Maddie lifted her bottle of beer and took a sip.
There was no way he could allow anything to happen to her. She was too fucking precious.
He made his way across the crowded room. The moment he was close, he cupped her face, tilted her head back, and kissed her.
She dropped the bottle she’d been holding, and her hands went to his sides.
“Bull,” she said when he broke the kiss.
There was no time to talk. He grabbed her hand and led her through the main clubhouse. After tonight, he wasn’t going to get a chance like this again, and he wasn’t happy about that.
Bull had her inside his office, the door slammed shut, and her pressed up against it within seconds.
Grabbing her hands, he moved them above her head and stared at her.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I just want you, Maddie. You know this, right? I told you once I got you in here, all bets were off.” He reached between the valley of her breasts and yanked. The fabric tore easily, and her tits spilled out.
He flicked the catch of her bra, and then her heavy tits were within his palm, and he groaned as she whimpered.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said.
Palming her tit, he let go of her hands above her head. “They stay there,” he said.
She nodded, and then he took both of her tits in his hands, squeezing them tightly together. Her nipples were so large, and he couldn’t resist sucking one into his mouth. The sweet sounds she made would stay with him forever.
He let go of her tits and tugged her costume off, wanting her bare for him and him alone.
Stroking her body, he reached between her thighs and touched her clit. He moved up, and as he fingered her clit, he sank his other hand into her hair, tilting her head back and slamming his lips down on hers.
From her clit, he moved toward her entrance and pressed a finger inside her. She gasped, and as he plundered her pussy, he took her mouth at the same time, plunging his tongue inside.
It wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough with this woman. He’d been wanting her for so long, and now he finally had her, he didn’t want to give her up, but he would have to. For her sake.
Releasing her pussy, he moved her across the bedroom toward his desk. He let her go long enough to swipe his arms across the desk, letting the files, the stationery, his name on a plaque, and the computer all fall to the floor, and then he bent her over it.
Her body shook just a little, but he didn’t care.
Grabbing her ass, he spread her cheeks, and she gasped as he ran his fingers from her pussy up to her asshole.
There wasn’t going to be any time to enjoy her ass, but he needed her pussy.
After opening his jeans, he eased down his boxer briefs and placed the tip at her tight pussy. In one long thrust, he was balls deep inside her. He held her ass cheeks open so he could see the way she took him. The opening of her cunt was so fucking sexy, and he wanted to look his whole fill so he didn’t miss a thing.
She moaned his name. That was what he wanted. Over and over and over again.
Grabbing her hips, he began to rock into her. He started with slow thrusts, but they didn’t last. He needed to imprint his brand on her skin, so she never for a single second forgot who she belonged to.
He fucked her harder than he ever had before.
Bull let go of her hips and wrapped her hair around his fist, drawing her back so she was pressed against him. Running his hand up her body, he cupped her tit.
All his.
Maddie belonged to him.
And for now, he was going to have to let her go, for her own safety.
****
Two days later
Something wasn’t right.
Maddie hadn’t seen Bull since the Halloween party. He had fucked her long into the night and then, out of nowhere, vanished, as if not to be seen.
She nibbled on her lip as she looked inside the garage. The gates were locked.
Pulling out the cell phone Bull had given to her, she found his number and called.
No answer.
She called Pat.
No answer.
The club had disappeared.
The garage was closed, and she didn’t know why, nor why she had been told.
She rubbed at her temple.
Bull hadn’t spoken to her, and she’d gotten used to him checking in with her. Other than her time in a coma, this was the first time he hadn’t been with her.
She attempted to push on the gate, but it didn’t give way.
Putting her hands through her coat, she stepped back and headed toward town. She would have to wait for him to call her. The weather had taken a horrible turn. It had been cold on Halloween, but now it was freezing. With each exhale, she saw her breath being carried on the wind. The wind whipped her hair back and forth.
As she neared the diner, she looked up and froze. In front of the diner was a row of bikes. She recognized Bull’s bike first.
Why were they at the diner rather than at the garage?
Seeing Bull’s bike made her smile though. She walked a little faster. She had missed him these past few days, and as she stepped into the diner, she glanced across the breakfast rush. What she saw made her freeze into place.
Bull had a woman sitting on his lap.
Maddie stopped. She had never seen him with another woman before.
Glancing down at her feet, she looked back up, and sure enough, he was still there. But this time, someone must have pointed her out.
“Excuse me, babe, I’ll be right back,” Bull said.
She kept her hands thrust into her coat as Bull came toward her, but he also picked up a box, which he held out to her.
“Here, this is all your shit,” he said.
