Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC

by Marie, Jordan

  I’m starting to feel the walls closing in on me. Now was usually the time I would reach for pills, but I’m not going down that road again. Time for me to go hop on my bike. Before I can make my move, one of the Twins glides into my lap, wraps her arm around the back of my neck, and pulls my face into her boobs. Before Skye, I would have definitely dived into them. Before Skye I would have done a lot more. Now that I’ve had Doc, I have no interest.

  “Listen Six, buddy I’m going to head out. I got some shit to do,” I tell him, pulling my head away.

  “Aw, c’mon man. The Twins are in the mood to party.”

  “Sure are,” the girls say, almost together.

  The one in my lap starts sucking on the side of my neck. Jesus, how can something that feels so good, make my damn cock stand up and take notice, and yet, make my skin crawl?

  I’m busy trying to pull away from her, to get the hell out of here, so I ignore the door when it opens. Oh, but I hear her voice….

  “I’m looking for Bull? I’m his…”

  “Skye?” I interrupt her, before I can stop my big mouth. The smart thing would be to fucking hide—or dump the girl on the floor. Shit any of those! No, I just sit there like an idiot with a semi-hard-on, staring at my woman in disbelief. I think my day just went from bad to fucking shit.

  Chapter 41

  Skye

  Insane. That’s what I am. I don’t know what I’m doing. After Bull left, I just kept getting more upset. I couldn’t contain it. He’s not completely right. I do think he’s a man. He’s an amazing man, and I love him. I have been keeping him at a distance, however. I’m terrified to drop my final defenses and let him in. I may have told him I loved him, but I did it when I thought I was dying, and besides, he never heard me. Knowing all of that, I haven’t tried to tell him since.

  I don’t want to lose him because I’m afraid. It’s time I move, and jump in with both feet, because I haven’t. I can do this. I hold life in my hands at work every day! Surely I can handle a relationship with a biker who scares the hell out of me.

  My bravado stays in place all the way there, until I get out of my car. There’s definitely a party going on, I understand why Nicole warned me. Now, I’m almost ready to run back home. There’s people out in the parking lot around a big bonfire. It’s dark, but there’s a street lamp, and I can see some man getting a blow job, there’s women dancing naked…

  Nicole warned me the parties here can get pretty wild. What will I see if I go inside? Do I really want to? I click the door locks on my keychain, the sound of my car’s horn makes me jump. I give myself a pep talk all the way to the door. I stand there, unsure what to do. My courage has taken a nosedive. I jump when the door opens and a man comes out in a vest like the one Bull wears all the time. It says Freak on it. I’ve heard Bull talking to him on the phone, but he’s definitely one of the members I haven’t met.

  I’ve gotten used to calling Bull by his nickname. I’m not sure I could ever call a man I care about Freak. Though when I look at him, I can’t say the name doesn’t fit. He has these piercings and ink, and when I say ink I don’t mean just some. No, Freak is covered in ink. I don’t think there’s one part about him not inked up. Even his face has ink on it. It disappears under his collar but right before it does there’s this…bullet hole, and it looks so real…it looks as if there is blood dripping from it. I jump back, quickly, barely resisting the urge to touch the tattoo. It has to be a tattoo, because if it was a real wound he wouldn’t be standing here.

  “Whoa, there sweet thing. You’re looking a little lost,” he says, putting his hands on my shoulders to steady me.

  “I uh…I’m looking for Bull?”

  He looks me over, before asking, “You Bull’s doctor?”

  “Yeah,” I answer, wondering if I still am.

  “Gotcha. Well, I’m late to pick up my women, so I’ll see you later. Be careful in there. It’s party night. Anyone comes near you, just tell them you’re Bull’s property.”

  I nod, unsure of what to say. Besides, I’m kind of speechless. Whether it’s because he’s late to pick up his women instead of one woman, or that he told me to tell people I was Bull’s property, I couldn’t say. Maybe it is a mixture of both. He holds the door open for me and I don’t have a choice but to go on in.

  When I’m inside, I really want to take off running back to my car. I get mad at myself. I’m not a woman without a backbone, and I’m not about to start now. I love Bull, and I’m not a pushover. I can do this, and if Bull’s not man enough to accept my apology, then I’m going to go back and enjoy a two hour bubble bath, a good book, a bottle of wine, and I’ll forget all about Dorian Kane! Even as I think it, I know I’m lying. I don’t want to forget Bull. I don’t think I can.

  Just inside of the door, there’s a man sitting with a similar jacket but instead of a name patch like Bull’s—it says nothing. Maybe he doesn’t have a name?

  “You been approved by the brother’s? You look different than the normal chicks, and you’ve got way too many fucking clothes on to keep a man’s interest.”

  I look down at my jeans, long-sleeved shirt, and then back to the man.

  “I’m looking for Bull? I’m his…,”

  Crap! What do I say? Girlfriend? Doctor? Property?

  “Skye?”

  I turn when I hear Bull’s voice, and what I see causes physical pain. He’s got a half-dressed, gorgeous woman, on his lap. Her hair is midnight black hair and so long it caresses her ass. I’d like to hack it off, and let it cover her body, after I beat the hell out of her. She’s beautiful. I hate her, but I hate him more. Bastard!

  “Well, I guess I’m not anything to you. Here I thought you were upset. Guess I needn’t have worried. It looks like you wasted no time finding someone to take my place. Gee! Maybe that is how you operate!” I tell him. I wish I had a something to throw at him.

  He just sits there with a stupid look on his face. I’d have to get closer to him to slap him, so instead, I just turn and walk out. Asshole.

  Chapter 42

  Bull

  It’s like watching a natural disaster. It happens in front of your eyes, and you just sit there watching, unable to tear your eyes away. I’m just sitting here like an idiot, when the woman I care most about in the world turns and walks away. When the door slams, I’m finally jarred out of my stupor, stand up, and then catch one of the Twins, before she falls. Of course, I literally shove her out of the way to get to the door.

  I run to catch up with Skye. Luckily, she’s standing at the door searching through her purse—muttering to herself. She pulls a key out and starts to walk away. Before she can, I wrap my arm around her, pull her into me, and guide us to the corner of the building—out of the main light. She starts kicking backwards, trying to hit me, most glance off, though she does manage to get in one pretty decent shot.

  “Let me go, you asshole!”

  “Careful Doc, that’s almost a curse word,” I goad her—which probably isn’t the smartest thing in the world to do.

  “Let me go, and then you can go back inside! Maybe whoever that was in your lap will use the words you like!”

  “I’d rather find ways to make you say them.”

  “Well you’re on the right track!” she huffs. Once I’ve moved us down to the middle of the cement block wall, I push her up against it. She starts fighting me again, peppering my chest with her small fists, and trying to push away from me. I capture her wrists with my hands, and hold them above her head.

  “You need to calm down, Skye.”

  “You need to take a long walk off a short pier!”

  “You realize that doesn’t even make sense, right?” I ask her, and for some reason I’m smiling.

  “It means you should go swim in shark infested waters!”

  “Wow, Doc. That hurts.”

  She stops fighting, looks at me, and her eyes are glowing. Her face is flushed, and her hair is falling from the clip in the back.

  “I
t didn’t feel great to see some woman half-dressed draped all over you! At least you changed hair color this time! I guess you get props for that!”

  “It didn’t mean anything, Doc. I was getting ready to tell her to leave.”

  “I’m sorry my timing was so bad,” she snipes back.

  “God you’re beautiful when you get all bitchy,” I tell her and it’s the truth.

  “Go tell her that,” she huffs, pushing against my hold.

  “Skye, she didn’t realize I’m not on the market. That’s partially your fault.”

  “My fault?” she asks, like I’m insane.

  “You don’t come to the club enough to claim me in front of the Twinkies.

  “Oh my God!”

  “Skye, it didn’t mean anything, I didn’t want her. Will you calm down?”

  “Gee, Bull maybe I’d believe you if you didn’t have a hard-on!”

  I look down and sure enough there’s a tent going on. I should have worn my jeans, instead of my fatigues.

  “That’s for you.”

  “Do not treat me like I’m stupid.”

  “Jesus, she was in my lap, kissing on my neck. It’s just a natural reaction. You’d do the same if your tits were being played with.”

  “I don’t know. Let me go find someone to do that, and I’ll be sure to let you know!”

  An image of another man’s hands on Skye, touching her, teasing her nipples and taking them into his mouth, flashes through my mind.

  “Fuck no! That is not happening.”

  “Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are to tell me that? Besides, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

  “Am I the goose or the gander in this scenario?”

  “Fuck you! You know what I mean.”

  “Oh, Doc, you said fuck.”

  “You drove me to it! And so help me, if I let that word fly in front of Matty, I will hunt you down and kill you slowly!”

  “I think I’m going to have to punish you, Doc,” I tell her, letting my hand slide under her shirt. I hold my palm against the soft skin on her side.

  “Oh no. We’re not playing this game.”

  “What game, Doc?” I ask her, letting my hand drift further up, enjoying the silken warmth my hand finds.

  “There’s no way you get to touch me when I find you with some skank on your lap.”

  “I told you Doc, it was nothing. If you had been just one minute later, you would have seen that for yourself.”

  “I don’t like it.”

  “So noted,” I whisper in her ear, letting my hand drift to the underswell of her breast. “What were you coming here to tell me, Doc?”

  “Bull! Let me go!” she demands, but I notice her fingers bite into me, instead of stopping my hand from cupping and kneading her breast—which I do and nearly groan the feel of it.

  “What did you come here to tell me?”

  “That I…what are you doing?”

  “Playing with your tits. Did I tell you how much I fucking love them?”

  “Oh…”

  “What were you going to tell me, Skye?”

  “That I…Oh! Don’t stop doing that,” she gasps, when I bend down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I bite it before letting go, to admire the wet spot on her shirt.

  “Tell me.”

  “I wanted to tell you, you were right and I’m sorry.”

  Her words lock into place, and I reward her by sucking on her nipple again.

  “Did I tell you, Doc? How I think about eating out your sweet cunt when we’re apart? How thoughts of your pussy drive me wild?” I ask her, letting my lips trail up her neck, so I can whisper into her ear.

  “No,” she breathes, “I find it hard to believe though, considering you have Twinkies when I’m not around.”

  I pinch her nipple and twist it hard to punish her.

  “They don’t hold a candle to you, and you know it. I don’t want anyone but you. I haven’t since I first met you. The minute you gave me lip I knew.”

  “Knew what? That you’re a jerk?”

  I grin and take my hand away. I hear a whimper of disappointment, but she doesn’t need to worry. I put a hand on each of her shoulders, then let my fingers move over the collar of her shit, following it down to the edges of the V-neckline.

  “I knew you were the one I was going to claim.”

  I let those words sink in, and then I pull on each end of her shirt, rending it in two. The sound of the fabric tearing is drowned out by her gasp of surprise.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, her nails biting into the skin on my side.

  “I want to watch your tits when you suck my cock,” I tell her.

  “Right now? Bull? We’re in public.”

  “Right fucking now. And when I come, you’re going to swallow every fucking drop.”

  “No condom?”

  “No fucking condom. Nothing but my cock and your warm, wet mouth. You got a problem with that, Doc?”

  “No…”

  “Then drop to your fucking knees, woman.”

  Chapter 43

  Skye

  “Bull…” I groan. I need to try and remember why I’m mad at him. I really try to, and it almost comes back to me. Then his hand pushes my shoulder, and I’m down on my knees in front of him. His hard cock is pushing against the khakis he has on.

  Almost on auto pilot, I reach up and undo his belt and pants. He’s going commando, not that I’m surprised. My hand cups his balls, loving the way the skin is soft, but still coarse. They are heavy with his seed. I move my fingers over his cock, tracing the veins that push against the tender skin. His cock is so thick, wide and long. The soft mocha color is just a shade lighter than his balls. It springs forth from a small, but neatly trimmed, dark patch of hair. I let my fingers play in the coarse nest. There’s not a thing about his dick I would change, especially the way it curves. My hand pumps him slowly and on my downward stroke I watch as the skin slides away and reveals his wide head. It seems impossible, but it is a different hue than the rest of him.

  My eyes zero in on the small crease which is covered in his pre-cum. I pump him again and this time stop on the upward thrust. Holding him taunt, I flatten my tongue against his cock and lick him, groaning as the salty taste of his skin.

  “Fuck yeah, that’s it Doc. Jesus, I wish you could see yourself right now. Is your pussy, wet for me? Does sucking me make your little clit beg for attention?”

  If only he knew. I might be fooling myself, but I think he was telling me the truth about the woman in there. Still, I plan on making sure he knows what he’d be throwing away if he fucks up.

  When my tongue reaches the top of his cock, I let it fan back and forth over the head before diving in, and finding that small opening, I’m starting to crave. I gather the fresh, hot pre-cum, as my hand works him by thrusting down. With his head is completely exposed, I look up at him and let him watch, as I take him in my mouth.

  He’s so big, I don’t see any way I can fit him into my mouth completely, but I put my hand at the base of his cock. I squeeze tight, so that part doesn’t feel left out. My tongue praises his cock, sliding along it, teasing, licking, and petting his dick, as I take inch after delicious inch into my mouth.

  Bull’s hand wraps into my hair, twisting it hard. The sharp pain does nothing but increase my desire. Up and down I fuck his cock with my mouth, working in tandem with my hand. My hand squeezes him tight, slides up, and then glides back down.

  “Jesus. I love watching the way I disappear into that fucking mouth. There’s only one thing you’re forgetting, sweetheart.”

  I look up, my eyes watching him in silent question—half of his cock still inside my mouth. Cum leaks out of the head and drips unto my tongue. I groan around him, at the taste. The vibration of my moan must break something loose in Bull, because that’s when he takes over.

  When I say he takes over, I mean it. He uses his hands on my head and he takes control. Pushing me down
on his cock until the head enters into my throat. Tears slide from the corners of my eyes, as he triggers my gag reflex, before pulling me back up.

  “Breathe through your nose, Skye. You can do it baby.”

  For some reason his praise, makes me want to do exactly that. When he thrusts his cock deep in my mouth again, I widen the stretch of my jaw and consciously relax my throat muscles. I breathe like he told me to. When he gets to my throat, I look up at him for direction.

  “Work your throat baby. I want to feel you swallow and deep throat me. I need this, Skye.”

  What is it about the man you love telling you he needs something? The plea in his voice, the need in his eyes, and his request all swirl together into a drug headier than any you could buy on the street. It’s impossible to ignore. I give him what he wants, and as he fucks my mouth hard, using me. Regardless, I’m the one who feels powerful. I’m the one who feels in control. His cum jets into my mouth, and I swallow it down. When he calls out my name, as he fills me full of cum, I definitely feel like the winner. It leaks from my mouth runs down his shaft, and pools on his balls that I’m palming. In this moment I feel sexy, beautiful, alive, and most importantly—loved. It doesn’t hurt that when he finishes emptying inside of my mouth, he pulls me from his cock, helps me to stand, and holds me tight into his body.

  “I love you, Skye. You’re my world, sweetheart. My world.” I let the warmth of his praise surround me.

  “I love you too,” I tell him, giving him the words he needs, and the ones that make me the most happy. “I love you too.”

  AW

  I tried to warn her. She wouldn’t listen. I can’t see what she does once she gets into that sinful compound. I can only imagine though. Why wouldn’t she listen? Why is she making me do this?