Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC Read online

  By: Jordan Marie

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  Previous Titles in the Series

  Breaking Dragon Savage Brothers MC Book 1

  Saving Dancer Savage Brothers MC Book 2

  Loving Nicole Savage Brothers MC Book 3

  Claiming Crusher Savage Brothers MC Book 4

  Skye

  The minute I saw him, I knew I was in trouble. Bull.

  What kind of man flirts with the doctor who lectures him on STD’s?

  And why am I attracted to a man like that?

  He wasn’t what I wanted, but he could be exactly what I need.

  Slowly I’m learning to trust him.

  It’s perfect, except for one small thing….

  Someone wants me dead.

  Bull

  To say I lost my way is an understatement.

  Then I meet her. Skye.

  She’s smart, beautiful and way beyond my reach.

  It doesn’t matter, I’m keeping her.

  I know what I want and I go after it.

  Now someone is trying to take her away from me.

  I won’t let that happen.

  She’s mine and I’m not giving her up.

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Previous Titles in the Series

  About the Book

  Dedication

  Note From the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Saving Dancer Full Book

  Loving Nicole Full Book

  Sneak Peek of Captured by Jordan Marie

  Author Links

  Dedication

  To Bo. My best friend, my heart, my companion. I miss you more every minute that goes by. You were my best friend. The ten years with you went too quickly. Rest easy my friend. Until we meet again…

  Note From the Author

  Dear Readers,

  I hope you enjoy Trusting Bull. I was supposed to get Captured out in December, but Bull wouldn’t quit talking. This story is different than the other Savage Brothers’ stories, but hopefully you give Bull & Skye a try.

  I feel out of touch with some of my readers because life has been so hectic. I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you that you helped make this year one of the best I’ve ever had in my life.

  You have my thanks and my love, for taking a chance on me. I hope you stick around to see what’s coming up in 2016. I’m excited to share not one but two new series with you.

  Happy Reading & Merry Christmas

  Jordan

  Prologue

  Skye

  I look at the man on my exam table. I shouldn’t be attracted to him. I mean he’s good looking, so he would catch any woman’s eye. He’s tall and has arm porn that would make any woman weak in the knees. He’s got an aura of danger about him and a bad boy vibe that goes on for miles. That’s not why I shouldn’t be interested in him though. No, that reason is pretty much summed up in one sentence.

  “You have gonorrhea, Mr. Kane.”

  “That’s not fucking possible.”

  “I’m afraid it is, the good news, is that despite your lapse in judgment, it is curable. However, I would suggest we test you for other sexually transmitted diseases including HIV.”

  “I don’t fucking have AIDS lady.”

  I frown at his reply. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with a belligerent patient, but after working for thirty-six hours straight, I’m just not in the mood.

  “Mr. Kane, have you or have you not been having sex?”

  “Yes doctor, but I always wrap my shit up. So I’m telling you, your goddamn diagnosis is wrong. Now how about you get your ass out there and find me someone who knows what the fuck they are doing around here.”
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  I hold my head down and let out a big breath. I rub the tension headache starting at my temple. I really should have tried to do my residency in New York. I stupidly thought the small town atmosphere of London, Kentucky was what I wanted.

  I’d like to say my next actions are because I am tired, or the fact that I’m on my period. I’d also like to think it is because of this patient’s crappy attitude. Still, I know the truth. The truth is Mr. Kane hit a sore spot. I’m vain enough to admit it. His words are startling similar relate to the chewing out the chief resident gave me this morning. The reason I was hauled onto the carpet wasn’t my fault, but a mistake made by a nurse. Yet, since the resident in question is busy banging said nurse, I took the hit. So, with Mr. Kane’s words, I can’t hold back. I don’t even try. I snap.

  “I do know what I’m doing. I absolutely know, Mr. Kane. The fact that you’ve had sex with someone who has gonorrhea, upped your chances of getting the disease. Now if you did in fact wrap it up, then possibly you didn’t when you gave or received oral sex. Perhaps you had one night of drunken sex and forgot to wrap your shit up, as you so colorfully stated. I do not know how or with whom you transmitted the disease. What I do know is that you have, in fact, contracted gonorrhea, or more commonly referred to as the clap, if that helps. So what’s going to happen, Mr. Kane, is simple. You can keep a civil tongue in that pretty boy head of yours when speaking to me and be thankful that you do just have gonorrhea, or you can leave. Now, I will warn you, should you choose to leave, that foul discharge that you’ve kept hidden that keeps leaking out of your penis, will only get worse. That burning sensation you have when you urinate, will only increase. Those swollen glands along your neck, will only get worse. What I suggest you do instead, Mr. Kane, is man up.”

  He looks at me strangely. I can’t say as I blame him. In fact, had my chief resident walked in during my speech, I would be in major hot water. However, he didn’t and I’m tired, plus Mr. Kane is the last patient that stands before me and a much needed three days off. So instead of practicing caution, I forge ahead.

  “Pretty boy?” He asks. “Did you just call me a pretty boy?”

  “I told you to step up. Take your medicine like a grown man, without belittling those of us who are trying to ensure that you receive quality medical care. Take tests to confirm you don’t have something worse and, finally, make a list of your sexual partners to determine where you contracted the disease and make sure they get treated so that the cycle ends.”

  “You just called me pretty boy,” he repeats and I try not to blush.

  That was probably going a step too far. Well, in actuality, the entire speech was going too far. If he files a complaint, I am most likely through here. I’m not sure I care at this point.

  “Mr. Kane, honestly, it’s late. I’ll have the nurse come in to give you a shot, and I’ll need you to follow up with your family physician…”

  “Your eyes sparkle, when you’re mad.”

  “I really…what did you say?”

  “I said, your eyes sparkle, when you’re mad,” he repeats.

  “Are you seriously…you’re hitting on me?”

  “Is that so hard to believe?” He asks as he leans back in the chair and I think that perhaps I’ve lost it. It’s definitely past time for me to go home.

  “Considering I just told you that you have a venereal disease and the fact that I am your doctor, oddly enough, Mr. Kane, I do find it hard to believe.”

  “I don’t happen to believe you, but even if what you say is true, I take the meds you give then I’m good right?”

  I’m at a loss. I choose to ignore the part about him hitting on me. Hopefully after tonight, I won’t see him again. So, I concentrate instead on the only thing that matters.

  “Providing you make sure the woman or women you have been having sexual relations with are treated, then yes.”

  “Sexual relations? C’mon Doc, let’s call what it is. Fucking.”

  At his explicit words, I feel heat creep into my face and it annoys me. I’m not a prude for God’s sake, it’s just this is not the type of conversation I would choose to have with a patient.

  “Regardless of what you call it, you need to contact them and find the source.”

  “You’re telling me to get a list of names of everywhere I’ve stuck my dick? Hell, I can’t remember that, Doc. It’s impossible.”

  “The symptoms have a limited gestation period, so really the last three weeks to be…”

  “That’s impossible,” he says again interrupting me and I’m taken back. Seriously?

  “You can’t remember who you’ve had sex with in the last three weeks?”

  He shrugs, “Not really, no.”

  “Of course you can’t,” I mumble, without meaning to. What were my original thoughts of this man? Yeah, scratch that, I’m definitely not attracted now. “Regardless Mr. Kane, that is for you and your doctor to discuss. I will of course give you a shot of antibiotics tonight. Your primary care physician can further treat you when you follow up.”

  “Excuse me, Dr. Walker, I heard my boyfriend was here. Oh, Bull baby, are you okay? I told you, you should see a doctor about that cold. How about I take you to my place and make you some soup and…”

  I’m frozen as the whore of St. Lutheran’s Hospital walks through the door—otherwise known as Nurse Melissa Allen. The very nurse who was responsible for my ass chewing earlier tonight. Of course she’s this guy’s girlfriend. Of course. The only bright spot I can find in this scenario is that perhaps Melissa has also passed along the gift of love to Dr. Eldrdige. It really couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.

  “I take it you two know each other?” I sarcastically add since she’s about to smother him in her breasts. To his credit, Mr. Kane pulls away from her and looks more annoyed than anything.

  “We’ve been dating for the last three months,” Melissa pipes up proudly.

  “Odd, I thought you were dating Dr. Eldridge,” I say, marking the medication orders down in the chart, ready to get out of there.

  “We’re not exclusive,” Nurse Allen says.

  “We’re not dating, we’re just fucking,” Mr. Kane says, almost at the same exact time.

  “I see. Well then, I’m sorry Nurse Allen but you probably should be tested for gonorrhea and, in fact, you should ask Dr. Eldridge also.”

  She gasps and steps back like I slapped her. Oh if only I could.

  “What did you say?”

  “It would appear your boyfriend…”

  “We’re not dating. We’re just fucking,” Mr. Kane interjects again, and I want to laugh when Melissa shoots him a dirty look.

  “It would appear Mr. Kane has contracted the STD. For the sake of your health, you should also be tested. I can order it done now if you’d like?” I say and I try to keep the glee out of my voice. I would love to ask the hospital tech to run the tests. It would be so much fun to watch it filter through the hospital grapevine.

  “That’s not necessary, there’s no way that I have the clap! And if you mention this to anyone, I will make sure that your supervisor…”

  “Shut it, Melissa. I think I want you tested,” Mr. Kane interjects.

  “I will not,” she counters.

  “You will if you want to step foot back in the club.”

  Really this could almost be fascinating if I had any sleep. I haven’t, and I desperately hate being anywhere near Nurse Allen. So I decide to extricate myself from the situation.

  “Well, you two can discuss this later. I’ll have one of the nurses come in to give you your shot, Mr. Kane, and to discharge you. Please make sure you follow up with your doctor.”

  “Oh I will. Don’t you worry about that,” he says and he seems to be smiling a lot for a man who has just been diagnosed with an STD.

  I close the door and take a deep breath. Dr. Torres is already being handed charts. I’m officially off duty. Hallelujah!

  Chapter 1

  Skye

 
One Week Later

  “You’re looking good tonight, Doc.”

  His voice stops me. I hold my head down and breathe out the moment of fear he caused in me. Then I pinch the bridge of my nose, between my eyes and think again for the hundredth time…Why me?

  “Mr. Kane, this is getting to be a habit,” I tell him as I turn and lean on my car. He walks closer and doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me. One of his hands rests on my car door, effectively boxing me in as leans down and gives me a smile.

  It should be illegal for a man to look this good. Dark mocha skin reminds me of another weakness I have: hot chocolate. So sinfully enticing that I want to lick every inch of him to see if he’s just as sweet. His dark eyes always seem to glow and tonight competes with the diamond stud he’s wearing in his right ear. His body is chiseled to perfection and he’s a walking billboard-ad for Wrangler jeans. His head is shaved completely bald. I’ve shamefully imagined holding it while he works between my legs. He’s wearing a white t-shirt under his leather cut that proclaims him part of the Savage Brothers’ Motorcycle Club. There’s a patch under his nickname that says Enforcer and that should just be reason number nine hundred and ninety-nine why I should get in my car and run. Not have fantasies about him, like I have from day one. What kind of woman, let alone a professional woman—a doctor completing her residency—already with too much on her plate, daydreams and fantasizes about a man she diagnosed with the clap? A woman who needs therapy, sex, or possibly both. I should be searching for therapists and accepting Dr. Reynolds’ invites out to dinner.

  Unfortunately, I’m not that smart. I haven’t been since I met him in the emergency room. Because here I am, one week after diagnosing him with the clap, standing in a parking garage at the butt-crack of dawn, engaging in a conversation with my own personal stalker. Again. This is becoming a regular thing… every other day, just like clockwork, he’s here waiting for me, boxing me in against my car, talking to me. Flirting, invading my space, making me feel alive, making me get a little more addicted to his smile, his humor and to his presence…that’s what he’s doing. I should run screaming, but instead I find myself flirting back. Like I said, I’m not that smart.