Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC Page 9

  “Do you know who I am?”

  “Other than your name is apparently Dragon, no, I don’t.”

  “Let me ask you something, why do you think you’re good enough for my boy?”

  “Dragon, man…” I try again to stop him. I can understand why he’s questioning Skye, but I don’t need more strikes against me.

  “It’s okay, Bull. Let him have his say.”

  “Yeah Bull, let me have my say,” Dragon chimes mockingly, and I flip him off.

  “Are you an ass to everyone? Or am I just lucky, Dragon?” Skye asks, and everyone stops moving.

  “Skye, you can’t…” I interrupt the exchange. I need to try and stop this before it gets out of hand. Dragon might be out of line, but he is the club president, and you just can’t talk to him like that.

  Dragon waves me off, and leans on the table, looking at Skye intently.

  “I’m an ass to anyone who thinks one of my brothers isn’t good enough for them.”

  “I never once said that. Bull is an amazing person.”

  “Then why you making my boy jump through hoops?”

  “Bull is a grown man, I doubt anyone could make him do anything he didn’t want to do.”

  “You like my boy?”

  “Jesus, Dragon. Let it go. Skye and I got this,” I interject, because I’m about to step out of line even more than Skye, and I know what that means.

  “Very much,” Skye says, and when I turn to her, I notice she’s looking at me this time—not Dragon. Hell, that’s enough to do something to a man.

  “Then what’s your deal?” Dragon prods, yet again.

  “You have a child, right?”

  “Dom, yeah.”

  “Then I’d lay odds that whatever you do in the future, you will go slow and worry about how your decisions will affect him. Or maybe I’m wrong. Will you just jump in with both feet and let him live with the consequences?”

  “What happens if you decide to take a chance, Skye?”

  Fuck! I hold my head down when Nicole asks her that. This is a fucking nightmare. I’m one step away from grabbing Skye and taking her the hell out of here.

  “Then I will jump in with both feet and fight like hell to make it work.”

  Dragon, seems to consider her answer.

  “You’re mouthier than Bull’s regular type.”

  “Since I’ve met some of his past playthings, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “Playthings?” Dancer asks, and before he can even begin to think she’s talking about Carrie, I answer.

  “She works with that fucking bitch, Melissa.”

  “Fuck a duck, and you’re still here with him?” Dance asks.

  “Someone told me I need to live a little,” Skye answers, and the tension inside of me lets go. I squeeze her side and kiss the top of her head.

  “I think there’s too much damn testosterone in here. Would you like to meet baby Dragon, Skye?” Nicole asks.

  “I’d love too.”

  Nicole gets up and kisses Dragon quickly on the lips, but pulls away before he can grab her—like I know he wants to.

  “He’s just like big Dragon, but not as bitchy. Well except when it’s dinner time.”

  “Woman!”

  “Hush, sweetheart. You can spank me later.”

  “Always busting my balls,” Dragon grumbles.

  The women walk off, and I sit down. The prospect I elbowed earlier brings me a beer. I rarely drink now. But hell, after watching Dragon lay into Skye, I need one.

  “You really think this chick is the one?” Dancer asks, but I can feel both his and Dragon’s eyes on me.

  “I know it,” I say easily, taking a sip, and staring them head on. “Zero doubt.”

  Dancer nods. Dragon seems to be considering something and then sighs.

  “She’s got gumption. I’ll give her that. And if she’s still here after dealing with a club hanger-on as fucked up as Melissa, she has staying power.”

  “That bitch put a bug in her ear about the Twinkies, Drag. Even went so far as to call herself a member of the club,” I tell him.

  “I’ll bring that fucking shit up at our next Church meeting. I’ll let the boys know she’s not allowed in the club from here out.”

  “Good. Hell, with the shit she keeps pulling, I’m surprised Skye will even talk to me.”

  “You’re keeping her?”

  “Absolutely. She’s a hell of a woman,” I answer honestly.

  “I hope it works for you man, but if you keep her, you need to explain how things work. I can’t have her disrespecting me again.”

  “I’ll explain things to her once we get settled,” I tell him, because in my eyes there is no if. There is nothing to consider. As far as I’m concerned, Skye and I are a done deal. I just need to make sure I give her every reason to hold on and keep trying.

  Chapter 21

  Skye

  I survived. That’s all I can think. Once I got through Dragon’s unnerving interrogation, I had a really good time. It’s definitely not what I expected. Though, Nicole did warn me it gets wild during parties. She pretty much confirmed everything Bull said. As well as, tell me things about Bull that I was starting to suspect, but still, it was nice having confirmation. She told me how he took care of her when everyone thought Dragon had died, and how he was always there to depend on. Later, I got to see him with Little Dom and that helped even more. The man who is slowly unraveling before my eyes is not the Bull I had painted in my mind.

  The question remains, where do I go from here? I told Nicole if I jumped it would be with both feet and I would fight like hell to make it work. I meant that, and I want it….

  “Skye?” I look up to notice that we’ve pulled in my driveway and the car is off. I didn’t even realize we had stopped.

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re awful quiet. Care to clue me in on what you’re thinking?”

  “Just going through everything that happened today.”

  “Doc, I know Dragon was rough on you, but he’s just being a fucking busybody. He wouldn’t…”

  “He was worried about you. He and Nicole care a lot about you.”

  “Skye…”

  “It’s okay Bull, honestly. I really liked them. They’re your family.”

  “They’re the only family I’ve ever known,” he says and I can see that. You can tell they are close.

  “We don’t really make sense, do we Bull?” I ask him, looking out of the passenger window at my house. Matty is somewhere inside with Blair and probably her husband. I have rounds tomorrow, my life is this tight little ball of organization and Bull…Bull just doesn’t really fit into any of it.

  “Not on paper, I guess Doc. But everywhere else, I think we make perfect sense.”

  “The house is full inside, or I’d invite you in,” I tell him and I’m telling the truth. I don’t really want him to leave just yet.

  “I know, Doc. When’s the next time you have off?”

  “Who knows? Dr. Eldridge and Walter have been working overtime to make sure I’m miserable.”

  “I need to have a talk with Walter-boy again,” he says and I sigh.

  “No, you don’t. I think you made a big enough mess the first time around. It’ll die down eventually.”

  “Doc, that’s not who I am. Someone or something bothers my woman, I fix it. End of the fucking story.”

  “Real life isn’t solved that easily.”

  “It is for me, Doc.”

  “Let’s just see if it gets better on its own. If it gets worse, I’ll tell you.”

  Bull sighs. He doesn’t answer. I take that as his agreement.

  Then, we’re left in an awkward silence. And everything about it feels wrong.

  I take a big breath and let it out slowly.

  “Bull? I don’t want this.”

  Chapter 22

  Bull

  I don’t want this…

  Her words slam into me, and damn, they hit me harder than
any punch I’ve ever taken in my life. She’s mine. I know I said I would walk away, but I didn’t really think it would come to this. Fuck!

  “Damn it, Doc, I know we come from different worlds, but…”

  “No! I mean… I don’t want us to be awkward with each other, and talking everything to death. I want to keep seeing you. I want you to spend time with me…with Matty.”

  Talk about a gamut of emotions—from one extreme to the other. She’s definitely sent me into a tailspin here.

  “So, we’re going to do this? I ask her, because I need the words.”

  “I think we should.”

  “No backing out, Doc.”

  “No backing out. Where do we go from here?”

  “Well, if your house wasn’t full of people, and Matty wasn’t going to be awake for hours, I would take you inside and fuck you hard.”

  She lets out an audible breath, it’s shaky, and she shifts in her seat. “Yeah,” she says, and it makes me feel good that she is definitely not happy about waiting. “That’s probably not going to happen today.”

  “Soon though, Doc, because I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

  She turns those blue eyes on me and gives me a nervous smile, “Soon, Bull.”

  “I’m going to need a kiss to tide me over.” I click the lever on the car seat and scoot it back as far as it will go. I adjust the steering wheel and then recline the back. “Come over here and get in my lap woman,” I tell her, waiting to see if she will.

  She looks at me, and then back to my lap, like I’m crazy. She shrugs, before unlatching her seat belt, and sliding next to me.

  “Not good enough.” I lift her so that she has a leg on each side of me, and we’re looking straight at each other.

  I swear I can feel the heat from her sweet little pussy, even through my jeans. I pull the edges of the long dress she’s wearing even further up and rest my hands on each of her hips.

  “Have I told you, Doc, that I like it when you wear dresses?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “I fucking love it when you wear dresses,” I tell her, and she smiles, looping her hands around the back of my neck.

  She leans into me, kissing the side of my face, before whispering in my ear.

  “I’ll see what I can do about wearing them more often.”

  I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours worrying if I was going to have to give her up. Now that I know I’m not, I can’t hold back. My fingers trace the small thin strip of lace that crosses each hip. I let my hand slide down her stomach to hold the soft silk of her panties. I move further down, pushing my finger against the material, using enough pressure so that her lips are pushed apart, and her hard little clit pulsates against the pad of my finger. The fabric between us is wet with her need. I push and slide the fabric around, using it to torture her clit, while hating it, because I don’t like having it between us.

  She whimpers my name, “Bull…”

  “I’m going to make you come, Doc. Right here in the car, I’m going to make you come all over my hand, so that while we’re apart you will have something to remember.”

  “Oh, God…”

  I take my hand away, bringing it back to her hip. I loop my fingers into the soft lace on each side of her hips and pull. They snap, almost at the same time.

  “I liked those panties.”

  “I’ll buy you new ones.”

  “I can’t believe after months of trying to run away from you, I’m letting you…”

  “Letting me what, Doc?”

  “You know!” she says, gasping, when I pull her torn underwear away. I put it in the pocket on the inside of my cut. “What are you going to do with those?” she asks, while rocking against my cock, which is now pushing against her heated opening.

  “Wrap them around my cock while I jack off, remembering the way you looked when I finger fucked you and made you come.”

  “Bull…” she whispers, bearing down on me and shuddering in my arms, her eyes go hazy with lust.

  “Tell me, Skye. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

  “God, I do. It’s been so long, Bull.”

  “I told you once before, Doc. I don’t want to hear about anything that happened before me. As far as I’m concerned, I will be your first and I’m going to make sure it blows every other memory out of your mind. Now let me hear you beg me to fuck you.”

  “Please,” she says, pushing harder against me and riding the hard ridge of my jean-covered cock.

  “No. I want the words. Tell me you want my fingers in your pussy. Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want to hear those words.”

  “Why?” she cries when I pinch her hard nipple, for resisting.

  “Because I want those dirty words falling from your lips right before I take them. Now say it, Skye.”

  “I want you…to put your fingers in me and…fuck me, Bull. God, make me come. I need to come so bad.”

  “Fuck yeah, I think I like this side of you, Doc.”

  “You’re talking too much,” she tells me, grinding on me again.

  How long have I dreamed about this?

  I push two fingers into her, and groan as they sink into that swollen, slick pussy. I want my dick in there so bad my balls are screaming at me. I want to march her in the house and tell everyone to get the fuck out. I need her stretched out on a bed where I can fuck her the rest of the night. Hell, when I finally get her in a bed, I may never let her out of it.

  “Jesus, Doc, you feel good.”

  Her walls close in on my fingers, milking them. My cock fucking throbs, and I feel my pre-cum slowly glide down the head. I need in her soon. Maybe I shouldn’t wait. Maybe I could fuck her right here in the car….God knows I want to. I pull my fingers out, groaning at the slick wet sound it makes when her pussy is forced to release them. I hit the lever on the side of my seat again. It takes some fumbling, but I finally connect and the back of my seat extends until it lies completely flat. I praise the car maker’s ingenuity. I may hate cars and miss my bike, but right fucking now, I’m a fan for life.

  “What…what are you doing?” Skye asks, her hair rumbled, and her skin flushed with desire.

  “You’re going to move up here and ride my face, Doc.”

  “We’ll break the seat,” she says, letting her self-consciousness close back in on her.

  “I don’t give a fuck. You have two choices. You ride my cock or my face. If you don’t pick soon, I’ll pick for you.”

  She watches me briefly, and I can see her indecision. She wants my dick as much as I want to give it to her. The only thing holding me back, is that when I have her, I will not be able to leave her afterwards. When I take her, I want to make sure I can love her all night long. Still, if she chooses my dick, I’m not stupid. I’ll fuck her so hard and quick her head will spin.

  Finally she makes her decision and part of me rejoices—my balls throb in pain and curse me. I’m scared to see what the fuckers look like at this point.

  “This is crazy. We’re going to break the seat,” she mumbles, while she inches up my body. I slide down a little to make it easier. My hands bite into her thighs. I grab the dress at her back, and pull so it exposes her bare pussy to me. Sweet cream, thick and glossy, coats her lips and there is not a single hair in sight.

  I flatten my tongue, licking just the outside of her lips, and when her taste hits me, I shudder in response. I push my tongue into her opening, and the tiny muscles in her pussy flutter at my entry. Cream drizzles from her, dripping into my mouth. I rake my tongue across her tender skin, trying to drink it all. I drink from her pussy, wanting…no needing more. My tongue swirls around her clit, mixing her desire against the hard pulsating little nub, as I suck it in my mouth. I latch on, torturing it, I can feel it pulsating, and she cries out when I slide a finger into her pussy. I bite gently on her clit, then use my tongue to pet the same spot, while sliding yet another finger in her. Her body jerks and twists above me. My other hand bites into her thi
gh, keeping her where I need her.

  Now with two fingers in her pussy, I bend them so they scrape the top of her walls, while my tongue continues to work her clit. Her body clamps down on me, demanding everything I’m giving it. Her greedy pussy is grinding against my face, while she takes what she needs form me. I glance up and watch her as she rides. Her head is thrown back in pleasure, her hands are caressing her breasts, and her body is moving back and forth in the same rhythm my fingers are setting.

  Damnation! I could come just from watching her take what she needs. My dick is throbbing about to explode, and I can feel my balls draw up with need. It’s not happening though. When I unload for the first time, you can bet your ass, it will be inside this sweet heaven I’m feasting on.

  “Bull…make me come please. Oh God honey, I’m so close.”

  I shouldn’t have noticed, because I have my fingers deep inside of her, I have her taste all over my tongue and I have the best fucking fantastic show in the world happening above me, but I do.

  Honey.

  She called me honey. She’s begging me for more. Me.

  I’ve been close before, allowing myself to have feelings for another woman, but never in my fucking life have I felt anything close to what grabs hold of me right now.

  Mine. Motherfucking-son-of-a-bitching, mine. I’m not giving her the fuck up. I’m not backing down, and I sure as hell am never fucking letting go.

  Her softly spoken, honey is my undoing. I growl with ownership, with pride, with complete fucking pride. Then, I set off making her come all over my face. My fingers thrust in and out of her pussy hard and fast, while my other hand imprisons her thigh, not letting her lift away. She’s my prisoner. Harder and faster I fuck her, curling my fingers up, keeping them closed on entry, and then stretching them apart when they dive deep inside of her. I let the tops of my fingers scrape against her walls, causing her whole body to jerk in reaction.

  I bring her against my lips, rewarded as her breathing gets louder. She pants, while clamping down so tight on my face I could fucking smother in her juice. The fine tremors in her pussy increase and she convulses, sucking my fingers in so deep, my dick is jerking, demanding his turn. I suck her clit in my mouth one final time and bite down on the hard nub, giving her just a small spike, and that’s all it takes.