“Because when I do finally fuck you, Maddie, you’re going to enjoy every single second of it. Not while you’re in pain and can’t have the full force of me. I can be gentle when you need me to be, but your first time, I think you need it hard, fast, and for you to be screaming my name by the end of it.”
She wanted that so much. “How do you do that?”
“What?”
“Make me want something I didn’t even know I did?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Because you have wanted it, Maddie. What you’ve been doing is pretending you don’t.” He stroked her cheek. “I don’t know what those other men were thinking, but I’m glad they turned their back on you.”
“Why?”
“They’re never going to get a chance to know how good you are. That’s why.” He kissed her lips again. She could gladly spend all day with him kissing her, but that wasn’t going to happen. “You need to sleep before I’m too tempted to go back on my word.”
She would be more than happy for him to go back on his word and said so.
“In time, babe. In time.”
He moved her so that she faced away from him. His large, strong hands ran down her body, captured her hips, and nestled her ass right against his dick. She felt the length of him as he pressed against her.
“Sleep,” he said.
As if it was so easy to do with just one instruction.
She licked her lips. “Why don’t you ever want to talk about your scar?” Maddie couldn’t help it. she wanted to know everything about him. Every single detail if that was possible.
He tensed behind her, his arm tightening around her. “It was club business, Maddie.”
“And I can’t know about it?”
“It’s best if you don’t know everything that went on at the club. For your own safety.”
“Is it dangerous?”
He sighed.
“I’m sorry. I just want to know everything about you. I’ve never had a chance to know someone before, and you’re a difficult man to get to know, Bull. Ignore me.” She forced her eyes closed and began to count sheep, trying to find the easiest way to fall asleep, even though sleep was the last thing on her mind.
“My dad used to call the shots. He was Prez of the club, but his greed got in the way. He made a lot of bad decisions. Nearly killed every single one of us in his search to gain power.”
“But you took over?”
“I had no choice. Grant was nearly killed because of decisions the old man made. I was there when half the club was put in danger. When you’re dealing with men’s lives, seeing them willing to die for you, I couldn’t sit back and allow that to happen. They trusted him, and now, they trust me. I would never put them in harm’s way. My dad didn’t care so long as there was enough money in it.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“The scar on my lips is a constant reminder to stay grounded. I got it while fighting for power. I won the club and got them out of most of the shit my father had embroiled us into.”
“Most of it?”
“Yeah, there are some things my father started that I couldn’t stop. For that, I will hate him forever.”
“Where is he?”
“Dead. Where he belongs.”
She nodded.
Not once did his arm leave his side.
He’d killed his father to take the club. To help people. To save them. She didn’t know how she knew this, just a feeling deep inside her gut. Bull was capable of many things. She wasn’t naïve, nor a fool. She had a hunch he had something to do with George’s sudden disappearance and why he knew no one would ever hurt her again.
Bull had the power to do so much damage. What Maddie wasn’t sure of was why she wasn’t terrified of him.
****
“Put your foot inside. Then your other foot. That’s right. Okay. Let me help you.”
Maddie’s face was bright red, but Bull wasn’t going to risk her falling again. The physical therapist had decided to make an early appointment yesterday, and in Maddie trying to be self-sufficient, she had fallen.
She hated him seeing her body and tried to cover her thighs as he pulled up the sweatpants.
“I can do this.”
“You can’t.”
“I know I messed up the other day, but give me another chance.”
“I’ve given you plenty of chances. Not happening. You’re not going to hurt yourself and that’s all I’m going to say on that. Got it?”
“You’re not being fair,” Maddie said.
“You’re cute when you’re angry. Also, have you seen how red you are? Can I say that I cannot wait until these delicious thighs are wrapped around my waist?”
She gasped. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing what? Telling you how your body makes me feel?”
“No one wants this.” With her good hand, she squeezed the flesh of her thigh. “I know this. Believe me.”