Free Underworld Champions (The MC Outlaw Series) by Ella Stone Page A

Carla’s daughter right?”
    “Um, yeah.”
    “Come with me.” He takes me around the store and hands me a jacket and chaps to go over my jeans.
    “Seriously? Can’t I just wear the straight pants?”
    “If you want,” he says. “But you won’t be able to get them off at the end of the day from all the sweatin’.”
    I scrunch my nose up at the idea of sweating all day in a pair of leather pants and accept the chaps before going into the change room to try everything on.
    I’ve got to admit, that I love the smell and feel of the leather, and I feel a little badass (but more like a wannabe) when I see myself in the mirror. I hear the door ring as I’m finishing up.
    “She’s almost out,” the shop assistant says. I h urry to gather my bags. Prez must be here.
    “How much?” I hear as I step into view. It’s not my father. It’s Cole.
    My heart jumps in my chest, and I have this great urge to run over to him and wrap my arms around his neck. But I don’t. I just stand there, holding my bags as I watch him count out money.
    “What are you doing? I have money. I can pay.”
    “Baby, it’s all the same. We’re family.” He looks me up and down, his gaze lingering at my feet. “Throw in some boots too,” he says to the assistant.
    He brings me over a pair that are chunky, black and have a cool buckle on the side. Yeah, they’ll add to the badass look for sure.
    Cole hands over some more money and then collects all of my things from beside me as I pull on the boots. “Let’s go.”
    “Why did you come to get me?” I ask as he stuffs my purchases into the bags that hang on either side of his bike. I wonder what they’re called. Are they saddle bags like with horses?
    “Prez sent me.” He picks up the spare helmet and hands it to me, not really looking as he gets on the bike and waits.
    “Are you pissed at me?”
    “That depends. Are you still a fuckin’ psycho?”
    “Fuck you, Cole. I’ll fuckin’ walk.” I take the helmet off and throw it onto the ground, then turn and stomp away, pulling down the zip of my stupid leather jacket and throwing that down on the ground too.
    I break into a run. Heading for the park lands I can see up ahead. There’s a sign that says there’s picnic grounds and bushwalking tracks inside. I just keep running, my boots crunch along the gravel footpath as I run straight past an elderly man walking his dog. The dog barks. I keep going.
    Eventually, I run out of steam and stop on a patch of thick green grass that leads down to a creek bed, to catch my breath. As I lean forward and brace myself on my knees, taking in a deep lungful of air, I’m sideswiped.
    My feet lift off the ground as Cole tackles me. He fucking tackles me to the ground . We go tumbling down the hill toward the creek bed, rocks and sticks sticking into me painfully as we slide, before finally coming to a stop at the water’s edge.
    “What the fuck?! I stopped. You didn’t have to fucking tackle me!” I yell, pushing at him because I want him to get off me.
    Pushing up on his arms, he holds himself over me, looking at me intently with those fucking eyes of his. My breathing increases as I register his look. It’s a look that says I’m about to get fucked.
    “Stop runnin’ away from me. Stop fightin’ me. This isn’t wrong,” he growls as he drops his mouth toward mine, taking me roughly with his lips. My hands that were against his chest are now pushing his cut off his shoulders and pulling his shirt over his head as I respond with equal fervour, kissing him with everything I have in me. “God baby, I need to be deep inside you. I fuckin’ need your tight pussy squeezin’ around my cock. I need you now.”
    His hands work to unbutton my jeans, pulling them down just enough so that he has access. Reaching down, he undoes his jeans, freeing his cock. I feel the slick wet tip of his arousal as he slides his cock up the inside of my thigh, while he slips his fingers between my folds,