Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC

by Marie, Jordan

  “I don’t want to fight, Doc. Not tonight. I told you where this is going. I wasn’t lying.”

  She sighs, but she doesn’t argue. It wouldn’t do her any good if she did.

  “You’re a stubborn man,” she says finally.

  “Why do you think they call me, Bull?” I joke. “What are you doing?”

  “Just got Matty down, getting ready to crash.”

  “I’ll let you get back to it. I’ll see you soon.”

  “Bull, we really should talk about…”

  “I’ll see you soon, Doc and then you’ll be out of excuses,” I warn her as I hang up the phone. I’m not joking. Once I have my test results back…

  All bets are off.

  Chapter 9

  Skye

  “Hey Alex? Do you know where Judy is today?” I ask as I return the charts from my rounds. I missed Judy and I need her to calm me down about what’s going on with Bull. Plus, she always keeps me laughing and manages to make the day go faster.

  “You didn’t hear?”

  “Hear what?”

  “Her house caught on fire last night.”

  “What? Oh no! Is everyone okay?”

  “Yeah, but the back door was jammed and Judy almost died. Luckily Tony came home in time to get her out. Her children were with him.”

  “Well that’s good.”

  “Yeah. She turned in some leave. They’re going to move in with her parents in Somerset while they regroup.”

  “God I hate that. If you find out her contact information there, or if everyone takes up a donation for her, will you let me know?”

  “Sure thing.”

  “Thanks, Alex. I guess I better get back to it. I’m working a double and they tell me that tonight is a full moon.”

  “Damn.”

  “Exactly,” I laugh and head back to work, wishing I could talk to Judy now. I’ll try her cell at break.

  I spend the rest of the day on auto pilot. I had to deal with Dr. Eldridge and Nurse Allen a few times and I literally had to bite the inside of my jaw to keep from going off on them. I need to talk to Walter. I hate to try and pull the old, my-connections-are-bigger-and-better-than-yours card, but I’m getting desperate. I grab another chart and head into the exam room.

  “Hey Doc.”

  “Bull…” I say, my body laced with shock. He looks so good. Jesus, I’ve missed seeing him this week. It feels like it’s been forever. We’ve been exchanging short phone calls and texts, but that’s it.

  “Wasn’t expecting to see me?” he asks all cocky, already knowing the answer.

  “Do I dare ask what you’re doing here?” I try not to show him my smile. I shouldn’t feel like smiling—but I do. Inside there’s a little girl in me shouting; He’s here! He’s here!

  I’ve had a bad night. I hate working the graveyard shift and not only because it leaves Matty with my neighbors. Tonight is extra bad. People laugh but there is something about a full moon that always calls the crazies in. From the patients, the staff being extra stressed, to finding two new notes from my stalker. I’ve been here twenty-four hours straight and I’m dragging ass. It’s all I can do to pick one foot up in front of the other. Then, I walk in and find Bull here and bam, I feel energized.

  I look at him over my chart, trying to hide behind it. He looks as mouthwatering as usual. Dark skin, long sleeved thermal red shirt worn under his cut and the earring in his right ear shines in the florescent office lighting above us. His strong, hard face has a hint of playfulness in it, and his black velvety eyes glow. He’s so broad and muscular, he makes me feel small. It’s not that I’m huge by any stretch of the imagination, but a woman who is a size fourteen and stands five foot ten hardly ever gets the chance to feel small.

  “I’m having chest pains,” he says, and that catches my attention. I look through his chart, but I can’t find a record of anything in his past history. It worries me, because sometimes stopping medication, no matter how long you’ve been abusing it, can be rough on your heart.

  “How long has this been going on?” I ask him, opening up the correct page in his chart to take notes.

  “For about six months now,” he answers, his voice serious.

  “You haven’t mentioned it before. Bull, you should have told me. We should have been monitoring you. Have you had any other symptoms that you might not have noticed?”

  “Like what?” He asks.

  I warm my stethoscope in my hand by cupping it, and then push the collar of his shirt down so that I can place it against his chest and listen to his heart. I try to still my pulse rate, and my reaction to being this close to him. It’s not easy. The sound of his heartbeat fills my ears. It’s strong and steady—if not a little quick. The beat of it causes me to react and I feel myself getting wet. At my place of work. Where I should be my most professional. I look up and find my eyes trapped by his.

  “What do you hear, Doc?” He says and I can’t help but watch the soft movement of his lips as they form words. The fullness of them, the moisture over the dark skin, the glimpse at his white teeth and, being able to see just the tip of his tongue. How have I not noticed how sexy a man’s lips could be before? Dang it!

  I clear my throat and ignore his question. I’m pretty sure I hear my ovaries crying out, please. I go through the motions with the rest of the physical exam. I listen to his lungs, then check his ears and eyes. It’s all repetitive stuff, but right now, nothing about it feels routine.

  I sit down to make my notes. “Has there been any other symptoms that you can think of?”

  “Like what?” He asks, reclining back against the hospital exam bed. Again, I make it my job to ignore the way his thermal shirt stretches over his muscles.

  “Nervousness? Lethargy? Trouble sleeping? Depression? You’d be surprised of all the strange symptoms of heart problems.

  “I’ve been really horny lately,” he answers and I accidentally drop the chart on the ground. It’s then that I know, yet again, he’s playing games. I should have expected it of course. It’s just when he mentioned chest pains, I immediately went into doctor mode. He scared me and made me go through all of this. For nothing.

  “Bull, I should have expected this. You had me worried, you donkey butt! You need to leave, there are legitimate patients outside in the waiting room that require real medical attention,” I huff, standing up.

  “I’ve missed your made up words. Did you really want to call me Jackass, Doc?”

  “You need to leave. I don’t have time for this. You don’t get to come in here, taking up my time to make fun of me.

  “You’ve got me all wrong, Doc. I do require real medical attention. My chest literally hurts when I think of how long I’ve gone without a woman.”

  “Christ’s toenails! Are you for real? Do you even appreciate the fact that while you’re in here trying to get laid, outside there are sick children and older adults, who need medical care? You’re preventing that from happening!

  “Did you just say, Christ’s toenails? Is that even a make-believe curse word?”

  I ignore him, turning to leave the room. Bull grabs my arm, and keeps me from escaping. I look over my shoulder at him and luckily his mouth is nowhere near as tempting this time. That is, until he maneuvers my hand to his cock. Even through his pants I can tell he’s rock hard. The heat is coming off of him in waves and seeps into my body. I fight the urge to wrap my hand around the solid outline of his dick. His pants are loose and worn enough, it’d be so easy to grasp him and hold him…just once.

  Instead I yank my arm, trying to pull away. His strong hand, encircles my wrist, refusing to let me.

  “Bull.”

  “Doc, you’re killing me. I’ve been hard as a steel spike since the night we met, and it’s not getting any better. My boys are turning fucking blue. Be honest, you’ve missed me this week. Let me hear you say it.”

  “No one said you had to go this long without sex,” I tell him, hating the words even as I say them. The thought
of him with someone else bothers me, and makes me literally sick to my stomach.

  “I don’t want anyone but you. Hell, I can’t even get hard for anyone else. If I wear protection will you finally let me between your legs, Doc? Hell, I’ll even double bag it.”

  “You shouldn’t wear two condoms at once. It can increase the friction and…”

  “Trust me, Doc. There’d be plenty of friction.”

  “…and the condom would more than likely rip or tear,” I continue, ignoring him.

  “Doc. Come on. Let’s stop playing this game. You want me as much as I want you. You might be pretending to be unaffected, but I bet if I checked right now your panties would be wet.”

  “Dr. Walker! What on earth are you doing?”

  I jerk my hand away quickly from Bull. Or at least I try, Bull still refuses to let me. So here I am, holding Bull’s impressive package, in front of my boss—and not just any boss.

  No. The man standing in front of me is Dr. Reynolds. My Chief of Staff.

  Chapter 10

  Bull

  I watch the color bleed from Skye’s face, and then turn my attention away from her to look at the man who just came in. He’s older. Probably early forties, his hair is graying on the edges. His eyes are glued on Skye and for a second I see something I don’t like. Interest. I pull her hand away from my dick and bring it up to my lips to kiss it. The man’s eyes follow the movement and hate flashes in his eyes. Fuck you, motherfucker. You’re not getting her.

  “Dr. Reynolds, it’s not what it looks like,” Skye starts to explain, and I can’t help but smile.

  “It looks like you’re inappropriately handling a patient…”

  “Actually, I’m her man,” I interject, going to stand in front of the doctor.

  “Her man?” he asks, over the sound of Skye’s sputtering.

  That look on his face returns again, and right there I push forward. I pull Skye into me, my arm tight on her shoulder. She’s stiff, but even with that, she feels amazing. I shouldn’t have just showed up today. I should have called her, or arranged a time with her to meet tomorrow, after she rested. I just couldn’t not see her. Watching the way this asshole is eyeing her, makes me think I should have been here much sooner.

  “Yeah, me and Doc have been dating for the last six months,” I tell him and I know he can see the ownership stamped in my eyes. He better take fucking heed to it and stay away from her.

  “I wasn’t aware of that,” he says, as he looks between me and Skye. For some reason his entire attitude is pissing me off.

  “Why would you?”

  “Well I am Skye’s boss, as well as her friend.”

  I look over my shoulder at Skye. She seems frozen and unsure of what to say. I get the feeling I’m missing a very important piece to the puzzle, but I’ll find it out later. It’s time I put this asshole in his place.

  “Yeah, me and sugar-tits here have been keeping it quiet. We didn’t really want to put it out there until we knew for sure it was going to work. You know Doc, she likes to move slowly.”

  I hear Skye gasp behind me. I’m probably going to pay for that sugar-tits remark. I can’t find a reason to care. She should be proud I haven’t decked this guy yet.

  “Well, she would because of Matthew.”

  The fact that he knows about Doc’s son pisses me off. If it was just because he works with her, that’d be one thing. But, it’s as clear as the nose on his face that he wants my woman. That’s a problem, because she’s mine.

  “Walter, I was just…”

  Walter’s phone rings, interrupting her, and I’m damn glad.

  “One minute, Skye,” he says holding his hand up. He steps away from us to take his call, and that better be the last fucking time he uses her first name.

  Skye tugs, trying to get away from me. “Sugar-tits?”

  “God’s honest truth, Doc, I wake up hard thinking about how sweet they will taste or feel wrapped around my cock.”

  “Will you keep your voice down? Oh my God! What are you doing? Why are you letting my boss think we are a couple? Are you certifiably insane?” she whispers in anger. Her face is red, not quite as red as her hair, but damn cute.

  Skye is a gorgeous woman. I’m man enough to admit that was her draw at first. She’s tall and curvy and has the kind of legs a man wants wrapped around him all night long. Her sparkling blue eyes with flecks of gold in them, have haunted my dreams over the last few months. Her hair is a deep auburn red with hints of sunshine running through it. And her tits…large enough a man could bury his dick between and fuck them hard. Just the thought makes my already hard cock jerk and beg in reaction.

  “Bull!” she huffs. “Let me go!” she demands when I don’t answer her.

  “We are a couple, right? Or have you been talking to any other motherfucker every day and eating lunch with them or kissing them goodnight?”

  “What? Well no, but we haven’t actually…”

  “Would you rather I tell your boss how you’ve stepped over the edge of professional courtesy since day one? How he saw you playing with my dick and if he had been ten more minutes he would have seen you gagging on my cock, because you love sucking me? I know because you’ve done it numerous times, right here in this very exam room.”

  “What? I haven’t!”

  “He won’t know that, will he? After what he just saw, I figure he’d believe me over you.”

  “You wouldn’t dare!”

  She’s spitting fire at me and I should feel at least a little bit guilty. I don’t. I’m enjoying this, like I haven’t enjoyed anything in forever. Skye makes me feel alive again.

  “Try me, sugar-tits,” I tell her using the nickname she hates. “Wouldn’t it be better for him to think we’re dating, or that you’ve been using me for sex, while patients sit out there needing medical treatment?”

  “Who are you?”

  “The man you’ve drove to the point of madness. And while we’re on the subject, I’m also the man who’s not about to let Walter-boy think he has a fucking shot with you. I told you Skye. We are happening. It’s better he knows now, before I have to beat the hell out of him. Which I will still do, if he doesn’t stop looking at your tits like he has been.”

  “Oh my God! I think I hate you now!”

  “Is that anyway to treat the love of your life? Now smile, Walter-boy is coming back over here,” I tell her, pulling her back to me and squeezing her ass.

  “I’ll kill you for this,” she growls.

  “Sure, right after you explain why your boss seems to think he has a shot with you.”

  “What?” she stutters, and I was right. Oh Walter-boy has been putting the moves on my woman. Good thing I got here today. “Smile, it’s show time, lover,” I whisper.

  “That was Dr. Hoffensinger. The emergency bioprosethic valve replacement surgery is a go. I had thought it would be something you’d like to scrub in on, but of course if your attention is diverted, I can find…”

  “No! No, I want to be there, Walter. You know how important this is to me,” Skye speaks up and the way she keeps calling him Walter annoys the fuck out of me.

  “Very well, if you want, you can walk with me,” he answers, looking between us, and I don’t think it’s my imagination when I notice the way he’s looking at me—as if he has won a battle. He might have, but I don’t think Walter realizes, just what kind of war I can wage.

  “Definitely,” she says and pulls away from me. That annoys me too, but I don’t let her go. I let her walk until the grip I have on her hand pulls her back. She looks over her shoulder, as if she just remembers I’m standing here. That definitely pisses me off.

  “Bull, I need to…”

  I jerk her back so that she stops mid-sentence. She falls onto my chest. Her hands brace against me and I like the way her nails bite into my skin. I put my fingers under her chin and bring her face up to mine. Her warm breath stutters over my chin and neck. Awareness runs through my body. Why does she feel
so perfect in my arms?

  “You forgot to kiss me goodbye, Doc. That can’t be allowed,” I warn her and then my lips find hers. I drink from her, my tongue seeking hers out. It takes some coaxing but when my hand cups her breast, her tongue starts sliding against mine, dancing against it. The kiss deepens, and I swallow the moan she gives when my thumb brushes against her plump nipple. I can tell, even through her clothes and lab coat, that her nipples are big. Fuck, I’d love to have them in my mouth to tease and torture….

  “Really! Doctor Walker!”

  Fucking, Walter. I’m going to have to do something to take care of that fool. Skye’s body goes rigid and she pulls away from me. Her eyes seek mine out, hers are full of confusion, but her lips are swollen and well kissed. By me. Which is what I wanted.

  She doesn’t say anything, instead she follows Walter-boy out. When she gets to the door she looks back at me. I don’t know what it means, but when she licks her lips, I figure it can’t be all bad.

  AW

  She touched him! I don’t like that at all. I thought getting her away from Judy would help, but apparently I was wrong. Instead, Skye acts upon the carnal thoughts Judy put in her mind. He’s pushing her into something she doesn’t want. I can see it in her eyes, but if she doesn’t start staying him away I will have to act.

  I’m not ready. Things like this can’t be rushed. It looks like I will have to bring Skye down to the bottom so I can be the one to console her. She needs to learn it is me that she can turn to. She must learn that I am her salvation, her master.

  It makes me sad that it must be this way. Why does she make it more painful? Does she crave it? That’s something to consider. I will watch her a little longer to see exactly what path I must take. I have to be careful. I don’t want this to end wrong like the last time.

  This time it must be different. Skye must be forever.

  Chapter 11

  Skye

  I have a problem, and it’s a very big problem. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I should be telling Bull exactly where to go, not going along with this stupid game. Walter would be pissed, but he’d get over it. I don’t think he would fire me, I’m pretty sure he’d believe me. Except I’ve already had two bad reports against me from Dr. Eldridge and Nurse Allen. Walter is the reason I’ve not really felt the heat from those. I know it’s because he wants more than friendship with me. He’s become more and more insistent about that the last month. The sane thing to do would be to extricate myself from all of it. What’s the worst that could happen? So, maybe I’d have to go to another hospital to finish my residency. Would that really be so bad? I wanted London because I needed a town that was less stressful and busy. I needed a place where both Matty and I could be happy. London seemed like the answer to a prayer. Now, I’m not so sure.