Underworld Champions (The MC Outlaw Series) (13 page)

“She just took off. The rest of us were tryin’ to save her son, and she just took off with ‘em. Fuckin’ bitch of a woman. I hope she’s dead by now. She certainly deserves to be after messin’ up her kid so much.”

We have a procession line going now. The pasta is on the boil and we’ve moved on to chopping up vegetables for a salad. Mum and I are peeling carrots and Cora’s cutting them up to drop in the big silver tray on top of the lettuce that’s already in there.

“She seems like she was really nasty
to him. I mean, some of the things she did,” I comment, keeping my eyes down so Cora can’t read that I’m lying.

“That woman shouldn’t have been able to have children. We tried to keep Cole away from her as much as we could. But we couldn’t always protect him from her. There was no love in that woman. None at all.”

“Maddie?” one of the younger bikers says from the door, his cut says his name is ‘Jekyll’. “Prez wants ya.”

I look over at Cora
and mum, not wanting to leave them a pair of hands short. “Go, we’ll get one of the other girls. Don’t worry about it,” mum smiles.

I follow Jekyll out and he takes me to my father who is in the meeting rooms with about five other bikers
. Cole isn’t there though.

“He’s on a run,” my father informs me when he sees me looking around.

“Ok,” I say, sliding my hands into my back pockets as I stand in front of him and wonder what I’m doing in here. From what I’m told, Old Ladies aren’t supposed to be in here.

“The scouts contacted us. Said the
Demon Brothers are gearin’ up. Wanna tell us a bit more about this deal you made with Burke?”

“There’s nothing to tell. Are you sure they aren’t gearing up to go somewhere else?”

“Of course we’re not sure. It’s not like we can go and fuckin’ ask them what they’re doin’,” he growls, scuffing his hand over his greying beard.

“I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to tell you.”

“How about you tell me exactly what the deal was.”

“I already told you. I had to give what I had.”

“I want to know exactly what was said.”

“I…I can’t remember exactly,” I lie again, feeling as though I’m digging myself deeper and deeper.

He bangs his hand on the table, the loud clap causes me to suck in my breath as I jump out of my skin. “You can’t remember ‘cause you’re fuckin’ lyin’,” he booms.

“I’m… I’m not…” I start.

“You fuckin’ are, and you’
d better tell us exactly what was said. There are lives at stake here Maddie, and if people die ‘cause you were lyin’ then even bein’ my daughter ain’t gonna save you.”

“I’m not lying. They won’t come. I guarantee it.” I clasp my hands together in front of me,
to try and still their shaking as I force myself to stare my father directly in his eye.

I’m not sure he believes me until he breaks eye contact and tilts his head toward the door. “Get her out of here.”

Tears burn behind my eyes as I walk back to Cole’s room. I’ve realised that I’m going to have to leave even sooner than I planned. I’m going to have to give Cole up before I’m ready. Although the way my heart twists at the thought of never seeing him again, I know I never would have been ready. That man fills the blackest holes of my heart. That man made me feel again after I’d resigned myself to a lifetime of being numb.

And now I have to go back to it… the numbness… I’m scared.

***

“Baby,” Cole whispers, as he climbs on the bed and reaches an arm around me, his stubble brushing lightly against my skin
as he plants soft kisses over my shoulders. “You’ve missed dinner. I brought you some food.”

I inhale deeply, breathing as though I’ve just been asleep.
But I haven’t. I’ve been in here, hiding out as I try and think of how I’m going to leave without anyone knowing. “I skipped lunch too,” I tell him.

“You feelin’ ok?” he asks, brushing a fe
w stray hairs away from my face, a look of concern in his beautiful eyes as he looks down at me.

“I just have a really bad headache. I was just escaping to the quiet.”

“It’s probably ‘cause you still have all these bloody braids in your hair from last night. Sit up. I’ll take them all out for you.”

I do as he says, sitting quietly in front of him as he unravels my hair. I think there are a good fifty braids in there. But
it’s the first time I’ve ever had my hair done, so I was happy to leave it in. When he finally finishes unwinding them all, he runs his fingers through my hair, starting from the top of my scalp, pressing lightly against my skin until he reaches the end of my hair where it falls at my waist.

“You know
that painting of the naked chick, standing in a shell with her hair wrapped around her?”

“Yeah
.”

“When your hair
’s out, that’s what you remind me of. You’re fuckin’ otherworldly, baby.”

I take that as a beautiful compliment
and reach my arm up behind me, running my hand over his head and through his hair. He turns his head to kiss my palm before turning me in his arms and bringing our lips together.

Our kissing starts out slow as our tongues glide over each other’
s then increases as our need grows and I find that I start to whimper in his mouth. Needing more of him. He pulls up my shirt and unhooks my bra, removing them all at the same time and dropping them on the floor before he leans over me, kissing my neck, my chest, and then my breasts, sucking back firmly on my nipples while rolling the other one around in his hand.

He switches sides, swirling his tongue around my hard nipple, making sure his tongue piercing presses against my firm peaks before he grazes his teeth against it and then continues his way down, kissing me to my belly button, then my jeans. With his teeth, he pulls at the denim, releasing the top button, before biting at the zip, and dragging
that down too.

His hands slide back up my body as he kisses the skin my zip has exposed
and cups my breasts, squeezing and pinching, sending delighted chills through my body. Releasing my breasts, his fingers press lightly into my skin as he drags his hands down to my waistband, hooking his fingers inside and pulling my jeans and panties off in one go.

Standing up, his eyes slowly drag over my body hungrily.
My breathing deepens as my pussy throbs between my legs, aching for him, needing him to touch me. His hands move to his waist and he pulls his shirt up over his head, exposing his ripped chest, his muscles rippling underneath his skin as he moves to drop his shirt next to him.

My mouth waters for
a taste of him as he unbuckles his belt and the button fly of his jeans, releasing his proud cock. It stands there, firm and strong, telling me he wants me just as much as I want him.

We still haven’t spoken since he told me I looked like a painting, and I don’t want to.
I don’t want him to say a word. I don’t want him to talk dirty. I just want him to come over and lie with me. Be with me. Because when he falls asleep, I have to say goodbye to everything I love. I have to give it up. I just want one more beautiful moment with him. One that I can keep in my heart forever.

He settles himself between my legs and blows lightly over my exposed clit. I gasp, wriggling my hips a little
as he snakes his tongue out and slides it between my folds, being sure to rub against my clit with his piercing. The ache inside me grows as he works me externally, only letting his tongue dip into me slightly. I keep tilting my hips up slightly, urging him to enter me, but he’s holding off. He’s teasing me.

Humming gently, he sucks on my clit, grazing it lightly with his teeth as I gasp out, my hands finding thei
r way into his hair, sliding my fingers over his scalp lovingly as my thighs press around him.

Just when I feel like I can’t stand the ache anymore, he runs a finger around the edge of my opening, pressing just enough so that my craving grows to the point where I explode
, my orgasm bucking my hips as he sucks firmly on my clit, moaning as his own need increases.

I slide my hands to either side of his face, tugging gently to urge him upwards
. He moves for me willingly, trailing his tongue over my skin and pausing to suck at my nipples before finding his way to my mouth, sharing the taste of my pleasure as his tongue moves languidly against mine.

Reaching between us, he
positions his cock at my entrance and slowly pushes in, little bit by little bit, filling that ache as I moan into his mouth.

A rumble erupts from deep within his throat as he drives himself in fully, his hips rolling back and forth in a slow and steady pattern
.

I wrap my legs around his middle and tighten my arms around his chest, pulling him into me as his kisses travel d
own the side of my face and over my neck. He pulls out of me momentarily, sitting back on his knees as he guides my left leg straight down and bends my right over my left, so I’m on my side and he’s entering me sideways.

The angle causes his cock to press directly against my g-spot, and I moan. A long deep shuddering moan as my body quivers beneath him. His strokes are still languid
as he moves inside me, his breathing deepening as his throat releases deep throaty hums.

My orgasm reaches bursting point and I clutch at his forearm, moaning as it hits me, my eyes wide
as I watch him move over me and admire the calm pleasure that crosses his face as he pulses inside me, spilling his juices into my depths.

He leans over me, and kisses my shoulder before pulling out
of me and laying down beside me. His body curls around mine as he continues to drop kisses on my skin.

“Wow,” he breathes. “That was…”

“Intense?” I finish for him.

“Yeah, and fuckin’ transcendent.”

I twist in his arms so I’m facing him and reach my hand up, gently running my fingers over the rough stubble on his beautiful face as I tilt my head up and kiss him gently on his chin before moving along his jawline.

“I love you, Cole,” I whisper when I reach his ear, my voice shaky from my emotion
as the pain of our impending separation fills my chest.

“I love you too, babe. Always.”

We lay together for a little longer, kissing and touching, saying s
weet things to each other. None of them the kinds of things you’d expect to come out of a biker’s mouth, and none of them things I ever expected to be directed at me in my lifetime. But they’re filled with love, and I repeat them in my mind to commit them to memory.

“
Tell me about this tattoo,” I say, tracing my finger over the tattoo of an anchor on his chest. On his arms, he has a skeleton riding a bike on one side, then a massive skull on his left arm that has snake tales coming out of its mouth and robotic looking ribs that creep out over his chest. Also on his back, he has the club’s insignia, just like I now do on my arm. I understand all of those tattoos, they’re the kind of one’s you’d expect. “This anchor one isn’t very biker. What made you choose it?”

“Remember how I told you that I spent a bit of time travellin’ around? Well, I did that with the Navy. I was a Clearance Diver with them until I came back a couple of years ago.”

“A Clearance Diver. What’s that?” I’ve never heard of it before.

He lifts a stra
nd of my hair and wraps it around his finger, watching as it springs free and coils slightly when he releases it.

“It’s kinda the Australian version
of the Navy Seals.”

“Did you like it?” I ask, tracing my finger over the curved rope that swirls through the anchor.

“Yeah. It was alright. The Navy’s kind of like a big family as well. A lot like here. But, more rules though.”

“Is that why you left? Too many rules?”

“Yeah, that and they kicked me out.”

I sit up and look down at him
, wondering what he could have possibly done to get kicked out of the Navy. “They kicked you out? What did you do?”

“Put another guy in hospital with my fists.”
His expression darkens a little at the memory.

“Did he deserve it?”

“Yeah baby. He fuckin’ deserved it.”

“
Good,” I say, laying back down beside him.

“Would it matter if he didn’t deserve it?” he asks after a while.

“Probably not. It’s just better if you have a reason, that’s all.”

“I always have a reason baby.
”

“I know you do.”

I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart beating and the air filtering through his lungs and I close my eyes. I think about how rough Cole seems, and how straight forward and abrasive he can be. Then I think about how beautiful his heart is. That underneath it all, he just wants to love and be loved. Just like we all do.

Eventually, his breathing evens out and I know he’s fallen asleep
. Quietly, I roll away from him, being careful not to disturb him. I have a small bag packed under the bed, so I slide that out as I wriggle into my clothes.