Size Matters (Chaos and Carnage MC 1)

“I don’t know if that makes you foolish or brave.”

She took a deep breath. Glancing down at the paperwork, she stepped that last little inch closer to him and placed the pad against his chest. “I know what you were doing today, and as much as I appreciate it, I don’t need to be treated like a child.”

Maddie let go, and the pad of paperwork fell to the floor. Bull didn’t even bother to reach out and grab it, instead, he captured her wrist and pulled her closer to him. With his other hand, he banded his arm around her waist, and she gasped at feeling his cock pressed against her stomach.

“Believe me, Maddie, the last thing I think of you as is a child.” The hand on her waist moved across her back, going down until he grabbed her ass. “I get you’ve got a lot of shit on your mind. Most people do. It’s natural. What I want to know is if you’ve been thinking about our kiss.”

She loved the way he grabbed her ass. The feel of his hard cock against her stomach. She didn’t want to like it, but she looked at his lips and had this desire for him to kiss her again.

Bull was a mystery. She knew her mother would be so angry if she even for a second considered being with this man.

She made your life miserable.

Maddie cut off the thoughts of her mother. She didn’t want her to plague this moment. Within seconds, both of Bull’s hands were on her ass, and his lips were on hers.

She cried out, circling her hands around his neck, drawing him to her, kissing him back. With her first moan, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she tasted him, the sharpness of his coffee. He demanded it black with no sugar. There was no sweetness to him. In her arms, he was all fiery and wild heat.

Bull moved her back, and before she knew what was happening, he had his hands on her waist. He lifted her, placing her on top of one of the counters. Some of the contents spilled to the ground, but Bull didn’t stop.

His hands though, they moved from her ass, up to sink into her hair, to curve her face. She loved how the kissing never stopped.

His lips helped to make her forget herself and everything around her. She moaned his name, not wanting him to stop, desperate for him to keep on kissing her. She craved his heat, his touch, his everything.

She had never felt like this with anyone.

Bull made her whole body vibrate with need. The men she’d talked to online, the dates she’d arranged, none of them had made her feel like this. Almost reckless in her need. Bull’s hands went to her shoulders and then down until he cupped her tits, and this made her cry out and break the kiss.

“I have to see you,” he said.

She wore an oversized t-shirt that had seen better days, but with quick easy movements, Bull had it up over her head and tossed aside. She wore a lacy bra. She liked having nice lingerie. They helped her to feel sexy with the soft lace rubbing against her skin.

“Oh, fuck me, I should have known.” He cupped her tits, pressing them together. His mouth going to each mound as he nibbled on the flesh.

Heat bloomed between her thighs, and Maddie tried to squeeze them together, but Bull was in the way, his hard body keeping them open.

Opening her eyes, she noticed straight across from her was a window. With the way the light reflected, she got to see herself. She wasn’t thin. Beneath her tits, she saw the evidence of the extra weight she carried in the roll of her stomach.

Maddie tensed up and quickly covered her chest.

Bull must have sensed the change in her as she tried to hide her body from him.

“I … can I have my shirt please?”

“Maddie, what’s going on?” he asked.

“Nothing’s going on.” She forced a smile to her lips. “I just want my shirt please.”

He kept on looking at her.

The truth was that she wanted to go run and hide. His kisses had been the fire she needed, but at the sight of her body, she was ashamed of herself. Her mother had always told her to cover up, to stay hidden.

“Maddie?” He bent down, and she quickly pulled on her shirt. She climbed off the counter, and even though it was so mortifying, she forced herself to look at him. “I’ve got to go.”

He cupped her face. “Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“I’m tired. I’m sorry. I don’t … I’m not … I don’t have sex randomly,” she said. She crossed her arms around her body. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The days were all blending in.