Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC

by Marie, Jordan

  I look up at the exact time she shatters. Her hands move up to the roof of the car and she braces herself, as her hips rock back and forth, grinding down, hard on me, and covering me in her cream. I lick her slowly, letting my tongue pet her swollen overworked cunt, until she rides out the storm I’ve created. With a final shudder she collapses against me and all I can think is I’ll never have enough of Skye.

  Never.

  AW

  She let him defile her. In daylight with her son so close he could have seen what a whore his mother is. Does he mean so little to her? Do I? The times that we’ve spent together. The looks and touches we have shared. Can she ignore them so easily?

  I’ve been letting things slide. Letting her discrepancies pile up because they seemed innocent enough. This can’t be forgotten. She has stained her body. She has belittled us. She must pay.

  I watch as she walks to her house. That Neanderthal watches every move she makes. Skye opens the door and her son runs out into her arms. She holds him close and places a kiss on his head. A kiss with the same lips she kissed him with. She holds her child close, while she still smells of him.

  My decision is made. She was bad. She’s taken it out of my hands. It saddens me, but I must bring her down. When she is at her lowest, that is the only time I can rebuild her. I will have to spend months cleansing her body.

  It didn’t have to be this hard. I was trying to be nice.

  She caused this.

  Chapter 23

  Bull

  “You off to that doctor chick’s again?” Hawk calls out. Gunner is in on leave and they’re enjoying the party tonight. Before Skye, I would have been right in the mix. The party is in full swing and a mixture of the single men from our crew, and a few of Skull’s men, most notably Torch and Beast. Torch is presently getting his cock sucked on by the twins. My cock protests. He hasn’t seen action in so long, the bastard hates me. I’ve even stopped yanking off to my own hand, because it got to where it just made me miss sex more. My damn dick has been permanently hard, since I got Skye off in the car two days ago.

  “What doctor?”

  Son of a bitch, I look over at the nurse from hell, Melissa. You can see the hate pouring off of her. She’s been pissed at me since I called it quits. She’s in Nailer’s lap and it’d take an idiot not to see where that’s going.

  “None of your fucking business,” I growl, though I’m sure she knows. She’s just being a bitch. “Make sure you suit up man,” I warn Nailer. I’ve not advertised the fact that the fucking gash gave me the clap, but I’d feel like an ass if I didn’t warn him somehow. I need to talk to Dragon. He told me he was going to bar this bitch from coming back here.

  “Always man!”

  “Fuck you!” Melissa yells, and that’s it. I was just going to wait until I talked to Dragon again, but I don’t want this bitch in my club anymore. I march over to Nailer, yank her out of his lap, and pull her away.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!” she bitches, pulling against my hold, but I don’t let her go. Instead, I pull her to the front door.

  “You been talking about the club to Skye.”

  “So?” she huffs.

  “First, you are never to speak of shit that takes place in this club, but you not only did it, you did it to cause problems between me and her, and that fucking shit don’t fly.”

  “If you’re dating her, she knows all about us club girls anyways. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go inside, and get with a real man.”

  “Hey man, what’s going on?” Nailer asks at the door, but I ignore him.

  “That fucking shit right there can end too. You aren’t part of this club, bitch. You ain’t nothing but easy pussy. You think you can cause shit, and poison my woman against me? You think you can make yourself look big by saying you’re one of ours? Fuck that shit. You’re out of here. You don’t get back through these motherfucking doors, and if one of my brothers see you, they’ll kick you out on your ass.”

  “Fuck you! You couldn’t wait to get your dick in me before that fancy whore of a doctor came along. Well, she opens her legs just like the fucking rest of us. She ain’t special!”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. Fuck, the only reason I ever touched you was for the fucking pills you pushed my way. If I hadn’t been blown out of my mind, my dick would have never let my dick near you. Now get the fuck out of here, before I show you exactly what Savage MC does with people who think they can talk shit about us in public.”

  “You’ll regret this, and your damned girlfriend will too. Just wait and see. I have connections. You made a big, freaking mistake thinking you could tell me what to do.”

  “The only fucking mistake I made, was messing with you in the first damned place. But Skye is my old lady. You want to pick a fight with her, you better fucking realize she has the club’s protection, and I think you know what that means.”

  “Nailer! Tell him how….”

  “You best get to walking,” Nailer says slapping my shoulder and going back in—closing the front door.

  I stand there, staring Melissa down. Her body is tight with anger and the hate is rolling off of her, but thankfully, she turns and walks off.

  Fuck, I really must have hit rock bottom to ever deal with her ass. I need to get out of here. Being around a party these days makes my skin feel itchy. I can’t handle it. There was a time I’d be high as a kite enjoying that shit. I don’t think my brothers even noticed how far in the hole I had sunk. Well except, Crusher and Dani. He calls me pretty often to check on my ass. I miss the sad fuck, but the two of them are damned happy with Diesel’s crew.

  “Well that was exciting!” I look up when I hear Carrie’s voice. “Wish I had pictures.”

  I can’t help but laugh.

  “Where you headed?” Dancer asks as they come to a stop in front of me. We all three turn and watch as Melissa’s taillights disappear into the night.

  Dancer pulls Carrie’s back against him and wraps his arms around her, kissing the side of her neck. He isn’t doing it to be mean. He’s always touching her, holding her close. He’s totally in love with his girl. It doesn’t bother me now, like it once might have. All I can think is, I want my woman in my arms.

  “Headed over to Skye’s, and I’m running late.” I damned anxious to get there too. Matty is spending the night with a friend, and this is the first night she’s had off since meeting the club. Which hopefully means that after two days of reliving Skye coming as I finger her, tonight I finally get to fuck her until we both pass out.

  “You think that bitch will be a problem?” Dance asks.

  “Hell, I don’t know. Probably.”

  “I thought Dragon blackballed her from the club?”

  “He did. One of the prospects must have fucked up—we need to let him know.”

  “Will do. So this doctor? You’re hung up pretty bad on her,” Dance says with a cocky grin. Bastard, he’s happier about it, than anyone. I don’t mind it though. Hell, in his shoes, I would have kicked my ass for even talking to Carrie.

  “Pretty bad,” I agree. “And you two are keeping me from her, so I’ll see you later.”

  “Do you care to come in and have a beer with us in Dragon’s office? I’d like to talk to you about Jazz’s christening.”

  Fuck. I don’t want to, but they hit my weak spot. So, I follow them back in. I could almost laugh when Dancer keeps his body between the party and Carrie, until he gets her back into Dragon’s office. Except I can see me doing that exact same thing with Skye. The thought makes me smile.

  Chapter 24

  Melissa

  That asshole thinks he can make a fool of me? I have just as much right to be part of that club as some of them other bitches. I’m tired of trying to play nice. This is all that damned Skye’s fault. I’m done rolling over. She has the doctor I’m fucking mooning after her, and everyone knows the Chief of Surgery is dying to fuck her. All of that, and she goes after Bull too? I’ve had it
.

  I don’t think—I just drive out to her house. I figure I’ve only got about ten minutes, maybe less, before Bull gets here. Luckily, I’ll hear his bike before he gets there. That will be the only warning I have, so I have to make sure to pay attention. I park my car about ten feet past her driveway. I pull it off to the side behind the guardrail. That way if Bull’s bike’s headlight shines out this way, he’ll still never see it.

  I fish around in my purse until I find my nail clippers. Then I climb over the fence and walk through Skye’s yard. I try to stay in the shadows, away from the street light. I’m glad she doesn’t have a dog. My heart is thrumming against my chest. I probably should have thought this through further, but fuck, I’m tired of being treated like scum. Bull wanted me all the time when he could use me. Then the good doctor waves her ass at him and bam….

  I look at Skye’s Volvo, and instantly wish I had paid more attention to my brother when he worked on cars. Brake lines have to be easy to find though, right? I crawl under her front of her car. I know where the brakes are, I’ve seen my brother put new pads on. I follow them till I find a line—or at least what I hope is a line.

  I use my nail file—it takes six fucking times, but I finally stab a hole through it.

  Fluid squirts on my chin and neck.

  “Damn it!” I hiss, crawling out from under the car. I pull the tail of my shirt up to wipe my face and chin off. I can’t stop a scream when a hand clamps down on my shoulder.

  Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! How did I not hear Bull pull up?

  AW

  My hand bites into the whore’s shoulder. She screams, but I place my other hand over her mouth before much sound can escape. I jerk her around, keeping her screams muffled. Her eyes dilate with fear, her pupils expanding.

  I feel myself harden, and I hate her for it! She’s like every other whore, trying to tempt me with her body. She wants to soil me, and bring me to his knees. I take my hand away slowly, my eyes never leaving hers.

  “What? What are you doing here? Oh my God, don’t tell me she has you crawling up her ass too? Doesn’t she have enough men chasing after her ass…?”

  Her words end in a croak. I wrap my hands around her throat, applying pressure. I squeeze and she claws at my hands, digging her nails in and scraping my skin.

  The metallic odor of blood hits me and I smile. Her eyes expand and I can see the small red vessels darken in her eyes. My smile broadens. She jerks and tries hopelessly to pull my hand away. Tears stream down from her eyes and I’m struck that finally Melissa has reached the beauty she’s always longed for.

  She’s beautiful in death.

  As her body sags lifelessly, I brace her against my body, and use one hand to twist her neck until I hear it snap. Then I let her fall to the ground. I pick up the small pair of clippers with the pointed nail file she had used—it fell when I grabbed her. It is only a testament to her stupidity now. I quickly jog to my car and return with my screw driver. In no time, I loosen the connectors that the brake lines in. The lines are rusty. If they hadn’t been Melissa would have never made her small hole. Of course the small hole she made would have taken years to accomplish anything. Melissa always was an idiot.

  Once my work is done, I pick her up and carry her away. I came to show Skye what happens when women lower themselves into the pits of sin. Melissa at least helped me with that. Excitement runs up my spine. The way everything is snapping into place is yet another sign, all working together to show me that Skye is the one. I just hope she learns her lesson.

  Chapter 25

  Bull

  I make it to Skye’s on autopilot. When I get there, the last thing I expect to find is the front door opened.

  “Skye?” I call out, instantly concerned. I’ve been through too much shit with my brothers not to have fear run through me, when I see her door unlatched.

  Nothing seems off as I look around the living room. “Skye?” I call out louder this time, she doesn’t answer, but I hear her singing. I lock the door and follow the sound of her voice. I smile at the doorway to her master bath. She’s singing in the shower. It’s horribly off key, but I love it. While I listen to her singing about bringing sexy back, I can’t help but admire the view of her body in the frosted glass door. She’s washing her hair. Other than the color of her skin, and her general outline, I can’t see much. It doesn’t stop my dick from demanding we jump in the shower and join her. I want to. I should just do it and not worry about how she will react. I can’t bring myself to be that person though. Besides, I’m pissed at her.

  I ignore my dick and his demands and go into the kitchen. I order a pizza and turn on the television. Skye comes out a little later wearing a thick, pink fuzzy robe.

  “Hey,” she says smiling, and I turn the television off.

  “Why would you get in the shower with the fucking door wide open, Doc?”

  “What? You texted and said you were on your way.”

  “And I was, that doesn’t mean you jump in the shower and leave your fucking door open for anyone to come in.”

  She takes a step back, and stops running the towel through her hair.

  “Stop being grouchy. I couldn’t have been in there more than a couple of minutes. I knew if I didn’t leave the door cracked, you wouldn’t come in. There was no way I could hear you from in there, so this was just easier…”

  “Then you fucking wait until I get here to shower, or you text me and tell me where your spare key is. Or fuck, give me a fucking key. What you do not do woman, is leave your door opened, or fucking unlocked.”

  “Woman?”

  “You heard me.”

  “I think you should go.”

  “Not hardly.” I tell her, tossing the remote on the sofa. The doorbell rings and I get up to answer it, ignoring her.

  “What are you doing?” She growls.

  “Answering the door to get the pizza I ordered. Then, I might be nice enough to let you eat before I tan your hide.”

  “Tan my hide?”

  “You heard me Doc,” I tell her, yanking the door open. I give the guy some money and take the pizza back to the kitchen table, before coming back to the living room where Skye is still standing in shock.

  “I don’t want you here now,” she grumbles.

  “Too damned bad. Now, are you eating pizza or not?”

  “You know I’m kind of rusty at this whole dating thing, but I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be nicer to the woman you’re seeing.”

  “I’ll be nice to you, later—in bed.”

  “Bull!”

  “I’m only going to ask you one more time. Do you want pizza? If you keep arguing with me, I’ll punish you for giving me lip in addition to putting yourself in danger.”

  “Punish me? You do realize I’m not a child right? That I’m a grown woman?”

  “Believe me Doc, I am more than aware of that.”

  She blushes, and I know she gets my meaning.

  “You should go.”

  “I told you that’s not happening.”

  “You can’t treat me like a child, Bull.”

  “Then you need to stop acting like one.”

  “Fine! I shouldn’t have left the door open…”

  “Or unlocked,” I interrupt her.

  “Or unlocked! You can bet your blueberry pancakes I’ll lock you out from now on!”

  “Blueberry pancakes?”

  “I don’t say bad words when I’m at home! I don’t want Matty to hear them! You know that!”

  “I know how to make you curse…maybe we need to revisit that now instead of later,” I tell her and I’m not really kidding.

  “You should be glad I don’t curse, dang it! Because right now I really, really want to curse you until a fly wouldn’t light on you.”

  “Do it,” I dare her.

  “I…oh shut up!” She grumbles, marching down the hall.

  I’m going to punish her, but now it’s become a mission to see how many filthy words I can get
out of her mouth. I catch her just inside her bedroom. She tries to slam the door on me, but I push my foot against the door to stop her. I wrap my arm around her waist, bring her back hard against my chest, and lean down, whispering in her ear. “Are you getting pissy with me because I worry about you, Doc?”

  “I’m pissy with you, because you’re treating me like a child. You know, Bull, I got along fine before you came along. I don’t need to be talked down to.”

  “Trust me, Doc. It’s never occurred to me to treat you like a child.”

  “Then what was the flipping sermon for?”

  “Flipping?” I laugh and kiss behind the shell of her ear where she has a birthmark. I lick it and suck it in my mouth. My dick leaks and jerks. God, I can’t wait to fuck her.

  “Let me go!” she grumbles, but I can see small bumps of excitement come alive along her neck—besides I’m not ready to let her go. I’ll never be ready to let her go.

  “I can’t yet, Doc. You haven’t learned your lesson.”

  She grows completely still against me.

  “What lesson?”

  “You’re mine now, Skye,” I tell her, I’m done going easy. Waiting for her ends tonight.

  “What? I…Bull we’ve barely started seeing each other.”

  “Woman I’ve been chasing your ass for fucking months. It’s a nice ass, don’t get me wrong. But a man, especially me, doesn’t put this much effort into something if he’s not claiming it. You’re mine.”

  “Claiming it?”

  I untie the belt of her robe. She doesn’t fight me, so I count that as a yes. I lay my hand flat against her stomach, not moving it until she shows me some kind of sign. My tongue tastes the sweet skin of her neck, before I tease the side of her ear with my teeth. She tilts to the side to give me better access with a quiet moan.