Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC (18 page)

Bull

“W
hy are you
carrying mom?” Matty asks, as we go through Skye’s front door.

“She’s worn out and full of turkey,” I joke laying Skye down on the couch. I use her favorite afghan to cover her, then go back to make sure I locked the door. “Hey little dude, can you stay here with your mom while I check the house out?”

“Sure, whatever,” Matty says, I get the feeling something is bothering him. I’ll have to try and figure that out a little later.

Right now, I need to make sure the house is clear. I’ve had prospects watching the place all day, but you can’t be too careful. It’s a one story house, so it’s relatively easy. I save Skye’s room for last. It all seems fine, and the tension in my body eases slightly.

“All’s good buddy,” I tell Matty, when I come back in. He doesn’t answer me for a minute, then nods. Without saying another word, he walks towards the hall. I have zero experience with children. But I do know that something has Matty upset. We’ve had a really good relationship, and I don’t want anything to get in the way of that. “Do, you want to tell me what’s wrong?” I finally ask.

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.

Bull

“I
s he down?”
I ask Skye, lying 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 clothes 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-consciously. 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.