Underworld Champions (The MC Outlaw Series) (7 page)

“You wanna get out of here for a bit?” she asks.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Come on then. We’ll take the van to Costco. You can help me shop.”

“Costco?”

“Yeah. We gotta eat right? Food doesn’t just materialise all by itself.”

So that’s what we did. Spent the rest of the day buying enough food to feed an army at the biggest grocery store I’ve seen in my entire life. It’s like this giant warehouse just filled with food and whatever else they can pack in there. Seeing such an overabundance of food, just reminds me of all the years I’ve spent hungry. But at least it takes my mind off Cole.

I manage to get another week of avoiding Cole. He and my father took a small group of men on some sort of a run. So it’s just been me and Carla at home all week, and at the compound, I’ve been able to move about freely without the worry of bumping into Cole while he’s busy with one of those other women.

Monique has kept out of my way as well. I guess she’s laid up recovering from the arse kicking I gave her. Which is probably lucky for her. I’m not sure how nice I can be if I see her bitchy face again.

“I overheard your mum talking to Prez on the phone earlier. They should be back today,” Pip smiles as she polishes the glasses that have come out of the dishwasher.

She’s looking forward to
her man returning. She’s the Old Lady of a guy named Towball. He’s big and scary looking to my eyes, but to her, he’s her world. They’re actually really sweet together.

I on the other hand, get a thud of dread landing in my stomach. I’m not sure I’m ready to see Cole again. What if he wants to talk to me again? Or worse – what if he doesn’t want to talk to me again?

“Maybe I should take a day to go and look around town,” I say suddenly, glancing toward the door, looking for an escape.

“There’s not much to see. We’re here because it’s quite and we get left alone. You went shopping with Carla. The next big city is over an hour away. Around here, there’s just a handful of shops. Not much to see.”

“Oh. I don’t mind. I just need a bit of a breather from all this.”

She stops what she’s doing and narrows her eyes at me. “This doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I just told you that Cole is coming back.”

“No,” I say quickly, my voice all high pitched when it comes out.

I place my hand on the door and open it to go outside. I need air. I can’t seem to breathe properly right now. My aim is to find Banger and get him to let me out so I can go for a walk. I’d ask to borrow a car, but I can’t drive. Toby and Liam never allowed me to get my license.

But, just my luck, all the bikers return as I’m halfway to the gate. I’m standing right out in the open, so there’s nowhere to hide and nowhere to pretend I was going to instead.

Prez rides in first, lifting up his visor to give me a smile and a nod. Everyone else rides past with a nod too. Except of course for Cole, who stops right in front of me.

“Aw sweet. You comin’ out to welcome me home, are you babe? I was faithful to you baby. Not one girl turned my head all week,” he informs me with a wink. He’s got such a huge cheeky grin on his face that I’m not sure if I want to slap it off or kiss him.

“What are you talking about?” I say instead.

“Where you headed babe?”

“Out. I want to go for a walk into town.”

“Ain’t no one gonna let you do that one your own. Wait right there. I’ll be back in five.”

“What? Why?”

“I told you before. It’s not safe walkin’ on those roads. I’ll be right back. Take you wherever you wanna go.”

I stand
there, watching as he motors back toward the main building and has a quiet word with Prez and Carla, before turning his bike around and heading back to me. As he turns, a massive cloud of dust is kicked up behind him. I can see my parents, watching after us, Prez’s arms are folded across his chest. I wonder if they have any sort of issue with this.

“Where to?” he yells over the engine, handing me a helmet as I climb on.

“Anywhere. Just ride.”

He nods and lifts his hand, signalling Banger to come over and
re-open the gate. “Hold on tight,” he yells, as we start to move. So I do. I wrap my arms around his warm hard body, and I hold on for dear life. It’s the most at home I’ve felt in forever.

***

We’ve been on the road for a while, and this feeling inside me, seems to be growing. I want this man I have my arms around. I want to be the woman who sits on the back of his bike. Right now, being with him is making me feel free. Free from all the shit that’s happened. I don’t know if it’s Cole, or if it’s riding on the bike, but right now - I think I actually feel happy.

I giggle a little. I
t feels strange to me because I’ve never had reason to giggle. I’ve always had such great misery; sitting like a lump of lead, heavy, in my stomach. But right now, I feel light; my chest feels full to the point of aching. But it’s a good ache. A beautiful ache.

Cole shifts his body a
little, and I wriggle closer. I squeeze my arms and thighs around him. My breathing quickens. Being near him, on his bike, and pressed up against him is doing wonderful things to my body.

My breathing deepens as I wonder why he’s so interested in me. And then in turn, would he still be interested if he found out I was no better than those girls he uses for sex toys. Would he still want to claim me then?

What happens if I let him stake his claim and then things go really wrong? I can’t guarantee that I’ll stick around forever. I came here to get some help, so I could get away from my old life. I didn’t come here to get trapped into a new one.

The vibration of the engine is making it harder to ignore my arousal. Harder to ignore the man I have in my
arms - between my legs. I press my hips against him, grinding my pussy into the seat as I move my hands downward. Suddenly, he veers off the road, coming to a stop under the trees on the side of the road.

Pulling off his helmet, he drops it on the ground as he twists around and grabs
me by the waist, hauling me over to him like I weigh nothing. Depositing me in his lap, I wrap my legs around him. I can feel his cock pressing against me.

His
normally light eyes are so dark and full of arousal that I lick my lips, panting for him - wanting him more than anything else in this world. He reaches up and pulls off my helmet, dropping it on the ground with his, then takes my braid in his hand and slowly slides his hand down the length of it, stopping at the elastic to pull it out.

Slowly, he slips his fingers between the entwined strands of hair, letting my thick hair loose so it falls like an enormous curtain around my body.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous. I’ve been hard ever since I tasted you. I want you. I want you every fuckin' way there is.”

He slides his hands either side of my face and brings his mouth to mine. It’s a press at first. Kind of like it pains the both of us to give into this. To kiss someone. To be honest. I’ve never kissed someone because I wanted to. I’ve never actually
had sex with someone because I wanted to. It’s all been for survival. Cole is my first. The first one I’ve ever actually wanted.

I let out a slight whimper as I give in, opening my mouth against his.
His tongue slides against mine, slowly at first, until the hunger becomes too much, and we’re grabbing at each other. Devouring each other.

“Fuck,” I cry, pulling at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin. I don’t even think about the fact we’re on the side of the
road, and anyone could see us. I just want skin to skin.

Lifting his arms, he pulls his shirt off, immediately reaching down and removing my singlet, freeing my brea
sts at the same time. With our shirts off, we press our chests together, wrapping ourselves in each other’s arms as I rock myself against him.

“Pants off
baby. I need to be inside you. I need you now or I’m going to fucking explode.”

He reaches down and undoes the button and zip of my jeans, before lifting me up and swinging my legs to the side like I’m a rag doll.
Kissing whatever bare skin his mouth can reach, he reaches down and removes my boots, throwing them to the ground.

“Take them off,” he growls into my ear, pulling at the waistband of my jeans.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I bring my legs up, and stand in front of him on his bike. “You take them off,” I tell him, my voice husky and filled with lust as I balance in front of him, my pussy right in front of his face.

He looks up at
me. His face fills with such carnal need that I feel my clit pulse. I’m throbbing with desire, and I need him to make me cum. Hooking his fingers into my waistband, he pulls my jeans down over my hips, and I lift my feet to help him, allowing them to drop on the ground beside us.

Now I’m standing, gloriously naked, on the front of his bike, his hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders as he practically fucks my body with his eyes. He pulls me toward him, with a growl.

“Oh baby, I’ve been dreaming about that sweet-tasting cunt of yours all night. I need to taste it again.”

My knees almost buckle as he slips his tongue between my folds and finds my clit.
Fuck
. I jolt. He has a really long tongue. I feel the stud in his tongue, brushing against my clit as he reaches my opening, lapping up my juices like it’s the nectar from the gods.

“Holy shit,” I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I force myself to stay standing. “Fuck!” I yell, my orgasm building inside me, ready to burst forth with one last brush of his tongue.
The intensity of my orgasm causes me to lose my ability to stand, but Cole has me. He’s ready for me.

Just as I scream, he grips my hips harder and brings me down on top of his cock.
I gasp out, completely impaled, then wrap my legs around his hips and grind.

He groans.
“Fuck. Me.” Our eyes lock, our faces only an inch apart as he guides my hips, up and down the length of his shaft. “Taste yourself,” he whispers, bringing his mouth to mine, sharing my juices with me as his tongue slides along mine.

I whimper into his mouth as he moans into mine, my own orgasm building again as I
increase my movement. Panting, I struggle to maintain lip contact as my body spasms around his and white lights burst behind my eyes. He lets out a deep groan as he spills himself inside me. His cock pulsing between my thighs.

Neither of us speaks. We just hold each
other, and he drops his head against my chest, gently kissing the flesh of my breasts as he catches his breath. As we both catch our breath.

We get lost in the moment, touching each other, kissing, stroking. Neither of us really thinks about the fact that we’re still sitting on the side of the street. Well, not until a truck come
s sailing past, honking its horn at us as the driver yells obscenities out the window.

“Holy shit,” I hiss,
jumping off his lap and the bike, scrambling about the ground for my clothes. “Fuck. What the hell are we even doing?” I pull on my jeans and singlet as fast as I can, before stuffing my feet back into my boots. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you fuck me on the side of the road? I’m not one of your fuck dolls Cole! Jesus Christ.” After being caught, what we just did feels sordid – cheap. It was wrong, all wrong. I came here to change, and here I am, fucking some guy I barely know. Fuck, maybe I should just join the whores and the strippers of the club. At least I’d know what I was doing then. I’d know where I stand.

“What the fuck? You were here for all of that right? You remember being the one that reached down to grab
my
cock right?”

“Oh god,” I cry, pacing from side to side. Freaking out a little. My mind is reeling. I’m not sure if I’m freaking out because we got caught, or if I’m freaking out about what I just felt. I’m now gasping for breath.
Oh fuck, I’m freaking out about what I just felt.

Cole climbs off his bike and pulls his shirt back over his head, picking up his cut and laying it across the seat of the Harley. “Maddie? What’s going on?”

He reaches out to me, but I flinch away, shaking my hands in agitation. “No, no, no. Don’t touch me. You don’t want me Cole. You don’t know anything about me. Oh god, this was a huge mistake. Huge.” I hold my arms out as wide as they can go to emphasise what a colossal error I think we just made.

“Were you here just now?
Did you just experience the same fuckin' thing I did? Because babe, that was no mistake, and I’m fuckin' insulted that you think it is.”

“You don’t know me. You don’t know the things I’ve done.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you’ve done. I want you. That’s all that fuckin' matters.”

“Well you can’t have me. This was a mistake. I can’t do this.”

“I don’t care if you can’t do this. We’re fuckin' doing it. I’m claimin' you babe. That pussy of yours is mine, and I will kill any man who tries to touch it.”

“I don’t want to be claimed. You said I could choose.”

“You just did when you wrapped your tight little pussy around my cock. Now get on the bike.”

“Fuck you.” I turn and start to walk away, stubbornly heading toward where I think the compound is.

He comes up behind me and lifts me off the ground. I kick and scream, hitting out at him to let me go. But he doesn’t. He just plonks me down on the bike and leans close to my face.

“You’re fucking mine.” He crashes his mouth against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Stubbornly, I try to fight, but it’s useless. My arms just end up circling around him anyway as my body responds.

When he pulls away, his eyes meet mine, and I say the first thing that pops out of my lips. “I’m not yours.”