Savage Brothers MC Boxed Set Books 1-6
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Matty freezes, and turns to look at me. He studies me for a minute, before letting me have it.
“Nick says you’re only being nice to me because you’re trying to get in my mom’s pants.”
Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that. The kid’s what, nine? Hell, I know I grew up hard, but do kids with good homes really talk about this shit? This early?
“What did you tell him?”
“I punched him.”
I laugh, walking over to Matty. I kneel down in front of him, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Your mom would want me to tell you that fighting is not the way to handle things.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“As a man, I’m going to tell you what I really feel.”
He looks worried, I don’t want that. But, I need him to hear what I have to say.
“Men respect a good woman. They respect their family and they fight for them. They don’t let anyone talk bad about them, so you were right to do what you did.” He looks shocked, but then nods his head in agreement.
“So, are you just trying to get in my mom’s pants?”
Jesus Christ.
“Matthew man to man here, I love your mom. I plan on being around a long time.”
“How long?” he asks, his face giving nothing away.
“I want to marry her. I plan on raising a family with her.”
His face looks hurt for a minute, and I know I’ve handled this wrong. Hell.
“You probably don’t want me around then. You know, because I’m not your kid and all.”
I put both hands on him and look him dead in the eye. I may not know kids, but I do know what it feels like to think you don’t belong anywhere. That was me, before my stint in the service and then becoming a Savage member.
“Matthew. I love your mom. Everything about her. You’re part of her, and that automatically includes you.”
“It does?” he asks, and I can hear the hope in his voice.
“It does, but I can tell you this Matthew. Even if I didn’t know your mom, I’d still be proud to have you as a son.”
His eyes grow large. “You mean that, Bull?”
“I absolutely mean that, Matthew. When I say I want a family with your mom that family wouldn’t be anything without you too. You and your mom are my family. You understand what I’m saying?”
“I love you, Bull.”
There are times when words grab a hold of your heart and squeeze the fuck out of it. It can be goodbyes, like it was when I lost my friend to cancer. It can be heartbreak, like I thought I had with Carrie. And then there are moments like this. When a kid that barely comes up to your hip, says four little words that completely unman you. Warmth flows through me, and for the life of me I can’t think of a damn thing to say, so I just wrap my arms around the kid, and hold him tight.
“I love you too, buddy.”
He pulls away, and that look he’s been wearing on his face is gone now, replaced by a big smile. “So, you’re going to be my dad now?”
“If I can talk your mom into it, absolutely.”
“Good enough.” he nods.
“Good enough,” I tell him, my throat constricted with emotion. He runs off to his room, just before he gets to the door, I stop him. “Hey Matthew?”
“Yeah, Bull?”
“If you ever worry about picking a fight with someone? Afraid you might not win? You wait until your family is there to back you up.”
“My family?”
“Yeah. A man knows never to do things alone. Family, true family will always have your back. You’re never alone. You hear me?”
“I hear you. I’m going to go play my game. If you want to kiss mom and stuff, so maybe she’ll want you as my dad, I guess that’s okay.”
I try my best not to laugh. “I’ll try that very thing.”
“You might try picking her some of those white daisies out in the yard, or draw her pictures of horses. She really likes those. You need to give girls gifts if you want them to like you, Bull. Adam, from school told me that.”
“He did?”
“Yeah, he gave Suzie one of his Wii games, and she let him kiss her.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yeah, but that won’t work for you. Mom don’t play video games. So, if I was you, I’d try the flowers and pictures.”
“Thanks for the advice.”
“Hey, family has to have each other’s backs.”
“That’s right,” I say, and when he disappears into his room. I just remain sitting there. That kid rocked my world off its axis, and he has no idea.
“He’s right you know.” I straighten up at the sound of Skye’s voice, and look over my shoulder at her. She still looks half asleep, but the tears on her cheeks and the smile on her face tell me that she’s been awake long enough to hear my exchange with Matthew.
“About what, Doc?” I ask, wondering how I got to be such a lucky son of a bitch.
“If you give me a present, I might let you kiss me.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I don’t have any daisies, and God’s honest truth, I can’t draw worth a damn.”
“Well that is a problem,” she says. I stand up, turn, and wait for her.
“It is, because I sure could use a kiss.”
“Maybe you have something you could give me instead,” she whispers, walking into my arms.
“What would that be?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we could talk about it and something will come to me.”
“You don’t say?”
“Yeah, I’m sure if we talk long enough, something will pop up that will interest me,” she says, her hand sliding under my shirt.”
“I think that sounds like a great plan.”
“I was hoping you’d feel that way.”
“How long is it before Matthew will go to sleep, Doc?” I whisper against her lips.
“A couple of hours,” she says, and I stop her hand from reaching my chest.
“Oh God, I’m going to be in hell.”
“I’ll make it worth it, Bull. I’ll make it worth it,” she says with a smile, before my mouth claims hers.
35
Bull
“Is he down?” I ask Skye, laying on the bed in some gym shorts. Waiting…for her.
“Out like a light. You’re looking awful comfortable.”
“I was just lying here thinking,” I tell her, putting my arms behind my head as a pillow, my eyes never leaving hers.
“I’m almost afraid to ask,” she jokes. “Exactly what were you thinking?”
“You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”
She laughs. “You are definitely a boob man.”
“Definitely. But you know what, Doc? I don’t think I’ve got to see your tits bounce when you’re riding me.”
“Have I mentioned how romantic you are?”
“Maybe once or twice. Don’t much feel like being romantic right now, though.”
“Why’s that?”
“I want you naked and straddling me.”
“Bull…”
“I want you to wrap your hand around my cock and guide me inside that tight, little cunt of yours.”
“God…”
“Then I want you to use my dick like your own personal playground. I just want to lie here and watch you as you use me to make yourself come.”
She unties the belt of her robe, and slips out of it. It falls, revealing her gorgeous body, and landing at her feet. My dick was already hard, but now the fucker is standing straight up, begging for attention.
“Take your shorts off, Bull,” she tells me, her voice hoarse, like she always gets when she’s wet and needy.
“I think you forgot how fucking me works, Skye. Maybe I need to spank your ass to remind you,” I tell her, and I can physically see the way the excitement flares in her body.
“I…”
“You what?”
“Will you please, take your cloth
es off, Bull?”
Fuck. She destroys me. I reach down and yank my shorts off, kicking them out of the way. My cock stands tall, demanding attention. Pre-cum has already coated the head and a pearl white strand slides down the side. I grab my dick at the base, squeezing tight. My damn balls are right there, already full, wanting to release in her. I look at Skye and catch her licking her lips.
“See something you like, Doc?”
“God, yes,” she breathes, and her hand moves down to her pussy, its lips already coated in her arousal.
“Skye, if those fingers touch anywhere near your clit, you don’t get to come tonight.”
Her hand freezes—just like I knew it would.
“Now, I want you to straddle me at my knees.” She looks confused at my command, but does it. Her sweet little cunt is a few inches from my cock. Too far to fuck, but definitely close enough to tease. “Use your hands to hold your pussy open for me, Skye.”
I love the way her soft pale skin flushes with a mixture of embarrassment and heat. She’s fucking perfection.
“Like this?” she asks, self-conscious. She’s using her fingers to pull her lips apart, and her sweet cunt is displayed like the prize it is. It’s covered with her need, so shiny and slick, I could come for days using nothing more than this memory.
“Exactly like that. Doc, your clit is throbbing.”
“I know,” she whimpers.
“Do you need something, sweetheart?”
“Yes…,” she hisses.
“What do you need?”
“Bull…”
I slap my cock against her hard clit. She leans towards me, and I reward her by rubbing the hard head of my dick up and down her pussy. I can feel her body tremble, and nearly moan as her pussy tries to suck my cock inside, when I push it against her hot, creamy. Made for me. Fucking hell, this woman was made for me.
“Sweet, Jesus,” she gasps.
I slap my cock against her again, two more times and it’s such a good fucking feeling, this time tremors run through my body. I rub the head of my cock against her clit, dragging it down almost to her entrance. The tip breaches her this time and she freezes. Her eyes look down at me, hazy and dilated.
“Bull…what about…I mean…protection?”
I slide back up her pussy until I reach her clit, and rub against it in small half-circles. She starts grinding against me. Her body softly thrusting, her back is arched, and her breasts are pushed out. Beautiful.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes…,” she whimpers.
“Then I’m fucking you bare. I’m clean. You’ve seen the records. I don’t want anything between us, Skye.”
Her eyes look into mine and she nods in agreement, but that’s not good enough.
“The words, Skye. Give me the words.”
“Yes, I want you bare inside of me. I want to feel…”
“Feel what baby?”
“Feel your cock….,” she gasps, because I’m rubbing the tip of my cock harder and harder against her clit. “What are you doing to me?” she cries, her body trying to rotate the same direction my cock does—just to prolong the sensations.
“I’m fucking your clit. Do you like it baby?” I ask her, as I outline her opening with my finger. Her sweetness is thick, and I gather it up, and then bring my finger to my mouth, sucking it clean. Mine. Skye is watching me. White teeth bite into her plump lips. There’s no way she could know how fucking sexy she is.
“Yes. Bull, please. Make me come.”
What man could resist the woman of his dreams, asking that? I thrust a finger into her while still using my cock to tease her clit. Her pussy closes around my finger, the soft skin flutters around it, as her walls tremble. I slide another finger in and fuck her with both. All I have to do is hold my cock against her clit, because her greedy little body is doing all the work now. She’s rubbing off on my cock, while I thrust my fingers in and out of her.
“Fuck. Oh God. Fuck me, Bull,” she whimpers.
My balls draw up wanting to join her. It turns me on like nothing else, when I get those prim and proper lips of hers, to cry out fuck.
“I got you baby. I’m fucking this juicy little cunt. Are you going to come for me, Skye?”
Her body quakes, rocking back and forth. I can’t stop from groaning out loud as I watch her cum slide out of her pussy and caress my hand.
“I’m coming!” she cries out, sliding against my cock so hard and fast it’s amazing to watch.
When the final quake moves through her body, my hands bite into her ass, and I pull her over my cock.
“Hold my dick, Skye, hold it so I can get inside you. Now,” I growl, because growling is all I’m capable of at the moment.
She does as I ask. Then, using the hold I have on her ass, I shove her down on my dick hard. She cries out. She wants to move—I don’t let her. I hold her still. I close my eyes, because they nearly roll back in my head at the feelings bombarding me. The inner muscles of her pussy clamp down on my cock. She’s doing her best to pull away from my hold, wanting to ride me. Again, I don’t let her. I need this. I want to memorize every fucking thing about this. This is probably as close as I will ever get to a religious experience. She’s my fucking altar, and I plan on worshipping her the rest of my life.
“Bull! Fuck me!”
I grin, reach up, and pinch her nipple. She probably thinks it’s to punish her, but it’s definitely to reward her.
“I told you, Doc. I’m just going to lay here. You get to fuck yourself on my cock.”
She looks at me, and then she surprises the fuck out of me. Because she smiles. It’s a smile that could make men grown men quake in their shoes. She rises up on my cock and slams back down. Once I’m balls deep, she rotates her hips, and grinds her pussy against my body.
I can do nothing but watch as she rides me, and all too soon, I’m screaming out in release. I empty every last fucking drop of cum I have inside of her.
36
Bull
“Hey man! How in the hell did you manage to get uglier while we were gone?” Dancer says, and I throw him the middle finger.
“Fuck you,” I joke, slapping him on the back. Dragon comes in, carrying Nicole, and I just shake my head. He’s always carting her around. I think if it was up to him, she’d never walk. “Jesus, did you knock her up again?”
Dragon stops and smirks at me. Nicole is sound asleep in his arms. Behind him, Gunner who picked them up at the airport, comes in holding Little D—Dragon and Nicole’s baby boy. He holds the door open for Carrie, and she comes in holding her and Dancer’s little girl. She’s a cute little thing with her mommy’s red hair.
At one time, the sight of Carrie holding the baby might have hurt me. Now, all I can think about is Skye, and what it would feel like if she were holding my baby—our baby.
“Hey man, everything going okay?” Dragon asks.
“Yeah, it’s been quiet since the hospital man,” I tell him, reaching for Jazz.
Faith Jasmine Blake is a beautiful little baby who looks just like her mom, and very little like her dad. Well, maybe his eyes, but she’s her mom made over. We all call her Jazz, since the name is after the sister that Dancer lost. Dancer also named her Faith, because he said it was Carrie’s faith in him that helped him to survive.
“There’s my girl. Come give your Uncle Bull some love. What a pretty girl you are. Thank God you look nothing like your daddy.”
“I can’t say anything but amen to that,” Dance agrees. “She’s her mom made over.”
“She has your eyes Jacob,” Carrie interjects, walking to me and putting a pacifier in Jazz’s mouth. “Hey, Dorian, you’re looking better,” she says, leaning up, and kissing me on the cheek.
If I was still hung up on her, that would have killed me. I’m pretty sure it could make Dancer kill me now. Carrie is too naïve to know what it would have done to me, and she laughs off the way Dance gets jealous. She’s young, she has a lot to learn. Skye isn’t
much older, but she’s been seasoned by life. I’m starting to realize just how well she fits me. I also hate when Carrie says my name. Despise it. I could kill Dancer for letting her know my real name. Skye instinctively settled into calling me Bull. We just click. Fucking hell, do we click!
“I’m good, Carrie. I’d be even better if you guys would just give it up, and give me little Jazz here.”
“Not on your fucking life.”
“Jacob! Don’t use that language around the babies!” Carrie admonishes.
“Yeah, stop it,” Nicole mumbles. Dragon sits down, and Nicole curls in his lap. She’s awake now, but she has her head on Dragon’s chest, and she looks like she’s about to go back out at any second.
“Hey little Mama,” I tell her, ignoring Dragon’s scowl.
“Hey, Bull. Did you have a good Thanksgiving? I wish you had come with us,” Nicole says.
“Damn it Nicole, I have to have some men here watching shit,” Dragon grumbles, but I grin.
Even if there wasn’t a reason for it, he’d rather I be far away from Nicole. We grew pretty close when he pretended to be dead. We are only friends, but any reminder of that time pisses Drag off. It’s fun sometimes to fuck with him about it. Truth is, I wouldn’t have left either way. I would never think of leaving Skye. I would like to take her and Matty to see Crush and Dani someday though.
“Dragon! Stop with the language! Dom’s first words will get him kicked out of preschool!”
“Damn it woman, he can barely gurgle. I doubt he’s going to wake up and say, ‘Fuck you, mommy,’ any time soon.”
“If you don’t stop using those words, you will wake up someday soon, and you won’t get to fuck mommy for a very long time,” she warns him.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he growls.
“Try me,” she replies, sounding deadly serious.