Size Matters (Chaos and Carnage MC 1)

His cock went stiff at the very image.

“We’re not going to talk about this.”

“I’m not pitying you,” Bull said. “I’m simply stating a fact here. Your mother was fucking wrong. I’m guessing she was a piece of work. Is that why you accepted your asshole prom date?”

She rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you need to drop all of this. It’s all in the past. So very long ago, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing. Please, don’t.”

He shrugged. “I don’t think I can help it. I think you’re a very beautiful woman, Maddie.”

“Okay.”

She was so stubborn.

He got to his feet and held out his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Dance with me.”

“But our table?”

“It’s my table, Maddie. No one will sit in it.” And if anyone did, people would immediately intervene.

Maddie looked at his hand as if it was going to bite her. He did like to bite, but he wouldn’t embarrass her too much in public.

She slowly slid her hand into his, and there was that feeling again. Bull couldn’t deny the zing of electricity that worked its way up his arm at the single contact of her hand on his. He felt on fire, connected to her.

Locking their fingers together, he walked her onto the dance floor. It helped that people moved out of his way when he was near. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed by that. People knew to get the fuck out of his way, and it was exactly how he liked it.

Bull pulled Maddie close, putting his hands on her hips after he wrapped her arms around his neck. He drew her as close to him as possible.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

The music pulsed in the background, but it all faded away. He didn’t need the music to dance with her.

“I wanted to talk to you without a table separating us.” He moved his pelvis against her so she had no doubt as to his aroused state.

Her eyes went a little wide. “Bull?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m a stubborn asshole. I embrace that about myself.” He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Your mother was a liar and a fucking bitch, Maddie. You are not ugly. You are perfect. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to talk to you, to get close to you?” He couldn’t resist a little nibble on her neck.

She released a gasp, and he groaned. He couldn’t wait to get her in his bed. She would be so vocal. She was so responsive already with the few smallest of touches and just hearing her was making him harder than he’d ever been in his life.

“Bull, you don’t have to lie.”

“Oh, baby, I’m not lying. I don’t believe in lying. I think nothing good ever comes from liars.” He had been known to torture a couple in his time. Even kill a few. Not that he was about to tell Maddie the bright colorful past that was part of his very existence. She didn’t need to know he’d taken a lot of lives. So much so people were afraid of him. “I’ve watched you around town. The way you walk, the sway of your hips, that’s so fucking sexy, and it calls to me. I’d watch your ass, your tits. Did you know I could sit and watch you walk toward me, with those tits swaying, for days?”

He flicked his tongue across her neck. “It’s true. All of it. I want to fuck you, Maddie. I want to make you mine in every single way possible. I want to take your pussy, your mouth, your ass, until you can’t walk because you are so full of my cock and my cum.” He wasn’t going to delve into another deeper fantasy, one that involved her taking his cum like a good woman and getting pregnant with his kid. The latest one was a new fantasy. One he was a little surprised at because he’d never wanted children, not for a long time.

“I’m not lying to you, Maddie. I want to show you every single dirty, amazing thing that could be had between a mad and a woman. I’m not wanting to show you this out of pity either. I want to show you because I can’t get enough of you.”

He’d hired her to keep her close, and now, he intended to stake his claim on her.

Chapter Eight

The following day, Maddie was still in an alternate universe inside her mind. After Bull’s revelation on the dance floor, their food had been ready. They enjoyed a meal to which the topic of conversation had changed quite quickly and rapidly. Bull had talked about the garage, the diner, the upcoming town fair that helped to raise money for the local foster kids. Not to mention the animal shelter’s latest event as well.

She didn’t like thinking about the animal shelter. Hellen had called her to say that George hadn’t arrived at work yesterday. She wasn’t due to go to the shelter until this afternoon.