Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC (22 page)

“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.”

Skye

“B
ull…” 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?

My tears fall unchecked. I grieve for what she’s making me do. Her sins can’t go unpunished.

They can’t.

Skye

“H
ey Buck. How
are things today?” I ask, as he mops up the floor.

It’s my first day back to work since the night I told Bull, I loved him. If you discount the fact that Bull’s going crazy trying to figure out who rigged my brakes, life is pretty much perfect. Heck, I’ve not even had to deal with Dr. Reynolds or Dr. Eldridge today. I’ve seen them of course, it seems like everywhere I turn one of them is lurking and watching me.
It’s creepy
.

“Pretty good. You doing okay? I heard about your accident while I was away.”

“I know I didn’t see you around last week! I’m okay, I was just a little banged up. I hope you had a good vacation though?”

“It wasn’t bad. Did they find out what happened to your brakes?”

“Nothing to worry about. Probably just rusted brake lines,” I lie. It’s not like you want to just announce,
oh I think someone is trying to kill me!

“Well that’s good. Are you ready for Christmas?”

“Not even a little bit,” I laugh. “Bull is going to pick me up here in a few minutes, when I clock out. We have a treat for Matty.”

“It’s a shame you have to work. A good woman like you ought to have a man who takes care of her, so she doesn’t have to worry about anything.”

“I’d go crazy,” I laugh telling him. “Do you have the holiday off?”

“Yeah, and I’m working up a big surprise for my girl. She’ll be shocked.”

“When do we finally get to meet this mystery woman? You’ve been talking about her for months.”

“Soon. We need some alone time first. There are problems we need to work out.”

“Well I hope it works out for you, and we finally get to meet this woman who has you wrapped around her finger.”

“I have it all planned out. I want it to be the best Christmas she’s ever had. I’ve been planning it for the last four months.”

“What a romantic. This world needs more men like you, Buck.”

“There you go flirting with other men, Doc. I just can’t leave you alone,” Bull says, walking up.

“Oh will you stop? I was just bragging on Buck because he’s been planning his proposal to his girlfriend for Christmas. He wants to make it special.”

“Hell Buck, you are going to make the rest of us men look bad.”

“You find a good woman you got to make sure you take care of her. You don’t want some other man to come in and steal her away.”

“Amen, brother. Amen. Or you can keep her tied up in bed, unable to get away.”

I slap Bull on the shoulder. “Will you hush?”

“What? I was just offering my advice.”

“We better get going or we’re going to be late. We’re taking Matty down to Burnside Island to look at the Christmas lights.”

Buck nods goodbye, and goes back to his mopping. “Have a good time then. I’ll see you later.”

Bull grabs my hand and we head out. He drove me to work on his bike, so he could pick me up. We’re going to surprise Matty by picking him up at school, then have dinner together, and finally head off to see the lights and meet Santa Claus. The way I figure it, this will be my last year with Matty where he still mostly believes in Santa. I want to enjoy it.

Skye

“I
can’t believe
Dr. Reynolds let you come back,” Dr. Eldridge says in his snarkiest voice. My hand shakes with the need to slap the hell out of him. I’ve been lucky, and I’ve not had to deal with him too much. The respite from him has been good. Bull told me he and the club were checking into people I work with, and have contact with daily. In fact, I’m supposed to go back to the club tonight, and go over surveillance video to see if I can identify anyone that was purchasing gift cards. I find myself wishing it was this guy, just for the sole purpose of watching Bull destroy him.

I don’t see it happening. I don’t think this guy is anyone I know personally. The very thought that I could be wrong, chills me. I want to put this behind me, and move forward. So, anything I can do to help, I will.

I do decide however, to ignore Dr. Eldridge’s hissy fit. Therefore, I don’t bother responding. Instead, I go back to writing in my chart, and smile at Alex, who is the floor nurse for my patient.

“Could you review the chart, Alex and make sure everything seems okay to you?” It’s ridiculous that I feel the urge to do this, but I don’t trust Eldridge not to go behind me and change my orders. It seems a good precaution to make.

“It’s all good Skye,” Alex says, and I nod, before walking around the idiot who is determined to ruin my good day.

I’m thinking of switching hospitals, Bull keeps saying no. He says his club will find who’s doing this and handle it. That’s another thing, he’s determined whoever this is, is a man. I don’t know what to think at this point, and I really don’t know what he means when he says he’ll deal with them. I got a feeling I don’t
want
to know.

I’m anxious to leave work. Bull, Matty and I are putting up the Christmas tree. Matty loves it and I want to make sure he has a wonderful Christmas. Bull and I are pulling out all the stops to guarantee it happens. My mind is on all the things I need to do this evening. I open my locker while on auto pilot. So I’m unprepared for what happens. As the door opens, photos fall out—so many I can’t count them. There are at least fifty and probably closer to a hundred of them. I pick a couple up, and at first I’m not sure what I’m looking at. It takes me a minute, and even as I’m staring at them, I don’t quite believe it. My hands begin to shake, my stomach rolls, and I can feel bile rise up in my throat. All around my feet are pictures of Nurse Allen’s mutilated body.
I scream
. I don’t do it cognitively, I just scream.

The first one to me is Judy and she wraps her arms around me. In the distance I can hear her asking me what’s wrong, but I can’t talk. I can do nothing but stare a picture of Melissa’s corpse. Pictures of her dead, and on the ground.
On the ground by my car!
Pictures of her naked on a cement floor. Pictures of her body slowly losing different pieces. Pictures of a bloody….bone saw… like one we use here in the hospital.