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

groaning when he feels how soaked I am.
    Sitting back on his knees, he takes his long, thick, hard cock in his hand, and holds it ready as he inserts two fingers inside me, pulsing back and forth as he caresses his length. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m gonna keep fucking you until you can’t walk no more, let alone run. You feel me, baby?”
    “Just fuck me,” I pant, not wanting to talk about ownership, or being claimed. I just want him. My body is screaming for him as he rolls his fingers over my clit . We can deal with all the other shit later.
    He touches himself at my entrance, his blue eyes piercing as he focuses on me and pushes himself in, inch by inch. Back and forth. Until he’s balls deep inside me. I gasp.
    “You feel so fucking good baby.” His hips thrust as I rise up to meet him, grinding us together as his speed increases, pounding us together. He slips his hand between us, rubbing at my clit, causing me to call out as my hips buck.
    My voice and the slap of our bodies echo in the bush setting, besides us, there’s only the sound of cicadas and the gentle trickle of the water running through the creek.
    “Oh god!” I call out, my orgasm on the brink of exploding.
    “Say my name. There’s no fucking god out here, and you know it. There’s just you and there’s me. Call my name baby. My name.”
    “Oh fuck!” I groan, rocking my head back as the intensity increases.
    “My name baby. Say it. Say it as you cum.”
    “Fuck! Cole!” I shriek, as I climax beneath him, my body pulsing as my hips buck uncontrollably.
    He groans and shudders, shooting his hot cum into my depths , saying my name. My full name. “Oh Madeline.” It causes me to stiffen.
    There are two names I don’ t like being called anymore. One of them is ‘Sunshine’ and the other is ‘Madeline’. Both because he – Liam – used to call me those. The name turns my stomach.
    “Don’t call me that,” I say, my voice gone cold and emotionless as I fight the demons inside me, trying to keep the memories at bay.
    “What’s wrong?” he asks, staring down at me, his face filled with concern.
    “Just… get off me,” I say, pushing at him and looking away. Fuck. There are tears stinging my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to cry.
    “What the hell happened to you that’s got you so messed up?” he asks, taking a hold of my chin and forcing me to look him in the eye. I don’t want to, so I shut mine tight.
    “Look at me baby. Open your eyes. Don’t do this again. There’s nothing wrong with this. We fucking belong to each other.”
    I shake my head, and the tears come. I don’t want them to, but they come anyway. In torrents, they come.
    “Oh fuck,” he says, hi s voice strained as he scrambles to get us both dressed and decent again. His strong arms lift me up, and he carries me up the hill we rolled down and back through the park, all the way back to his bike.
    I cry the whole fucking time. I can’t stop. I’ve lost control. I’ve lost complete control.

Chapter Eight
     
    When we come to a stop, Cole switches off the motor, he removes my helmet, and lifts me off the bike. He doesn’t bother checking to see if I’ll walk myself. You see, he somehow knows me – understands me. Even though I don’t really want him to.
    He carries me in side a house. It’s not my parent’s and it’s certainly not the club. The décor is simple, yet rustic, with solid wooden floors, painted white walls and either wooden or leather furniture.
    “Where are we?” I manage to ask, confused by the different surroundings.
    “We’re at my place,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss on my head before carrying me to the bathroom where he has this massive claw foot bathtub. It looks like something out of a movie or a TV show. Not at all what I’d expect in the home of a man like Cole.
    He runs the bath for me, then helps me out of my clothes and unties my hair, unravelling it gently, just like he did before. Lifting