Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC (16 page)

He stands and then picks me up in his arms without a word.

“Wait. Where are we going?” I ask, holding onto his shoulder and neck.

“We’re going to shower. Then, after I clean you up, I’m going to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop, and then I’m going to fuck you against the wall.”

His words thrill me and just to show my approval I bite the tendon that runs on the side of his neck before telling him the only word my brain can seem to form.

“Hurry.”

Bull

I
rub the
area above my left eye. The headaches have been getting better, but I can feel one forming. It pisses me off. After the workout that Skye just gave me, and the peace I feel, the last thing I want is another of these damned headaches. They vary in levels, but some of these fuckers can be blinding in pain. I’ve tried to keep the really bad ones hid from Skye. It shouldn’t make me feel weak, but it does. It’s worse now, because she needs me to be strong. She might not believe this threat is credible, but something in the pit of my stomach says it is. Which means, Skye needs a strong man, ready and able to defend her.

“Headache?” her sweet voice asks me. She’s sleepy and there’s a huskiness in her tone that I could easily listen to for the rest of my life.

“A small one,” I curve into her body, then turn her. I don’t want her to see me if the pain worsens. I kiss her shoulder, and I’m rewarded when she puts her hand over mine at her waist, and lets her fingers stroke gently against mine.

“I like this the most,” she says.

“What’s that, Doc?” I ask her.

“You holding me, feeling you surround me, and hearing your voice when I’m tired—all of it. When I think of us, this is what comes to mind the most.”

Her answer does funny things to me. No one has been proud of me like Skye is. At least none I can remember.
None that mattered.
Maybe that’s why my voice is so thick with emotion when I answer. It’s an unusual feeling.

“Us, Doc? You better watch it, you’re starting to sound like you want to keep me around.”

Skye turns her head, to look over her shoulder at me. A man could die happy when she looks at him like that.

“I never want to let you go.”

My hand goes to the side of her neck, to hold her in place. My lips come down on hers and our kiss is a promise. A promise that fills every part inside of me. I’m not going anywhere. I knew from the moment I saw her that she was my future. Every minute I get with her, I’m more convinced.

She turns on her back and our kiss deepens. She’s like aged scotch, going straight to my head. My hand trails down over her breast and stomach and that’s when it happens. Pain so intense that it flashes and hits me right behind my eyes. It’s like someone takes a red-hot poker and stabs them repeatedly. I want to keep it quiet, not to let her see, but when it happens all at once like this, I can’t prepare. I groan, and my eyes clench shut, then I fall back on the bed.

Skye leans over me and her hand goes to my forehead. Even with the pain, her touch feels good.
I just can’t enjoy it.

“Bull? Tell me what’s wrong. Is it your head?”

I hear her questions, but I can’t respond. All I can do is grunt, “Fuck.”

“Oh God, honey,” I hear her, and a minute later she’s moves to crouch beside me. She’s pushing on my shoulder, trying to turn me on my side. I go along with it, because I’m hurting so bad, I don’t much give a fuck. This is probably the worst one I’ve had since we’ve started seeing each other. There’s no way to keep it hid, like I have the others. Skye tilts my head forward, and then her hands are at the base of my skull. She presses hard there, and keeps the same pressure, but pushes upwards in a circular motion. Slowly it eases the pain. Not a lot, but it’s not as blinding. “Any better?” she whispers near my ear. I hear it, but barely. The roaring of my blood and the beating of my heart echoes in my ears.

“Little.” I can only manage one word. She clasps between my thumb and index finger. She moves her hand up to thickest area, and pinches—applying pressure. After a little bit, she switches hands. Slowly the pain lessens. It’s still there, but a dull roar compared to what it had been. “What are you doing?”

“Using pressure points to ease your pain. We need to get you back to a neurologist.”

“I’ve been to the doctors Skye. They can’t find a physical trigger. Which pisses me off, this isn’t in my mind.”

She moves situating herself behind me, maneuvering so I’m resting against her, in between her legs. My back is against her stomach and my head is on her chest. She tilts me to reach the base of my neck, and begins massaging there.

“Of course it’s not. I read a little bit about the trauma that you suffered in your hospital file. Do you still have the tremors too?”

“Well fuck, Doc. What’s the point of keeping shit from you, if you have already seen everything?”

“Gee, Bull. I don’t know. A better question might be, why in the world would you try to hide this from me?”

“I’m not weak, Skye.”

“I never thought you were. Though, I’m starting to wonder how smart you are if you think I could ever view you as weak. Now, sit up for a second, and let me get you some medicine…”

“No pills, Doc.”

“Bull…”

“I’m not taking no goddamn pills.”

Her movements halt abruptly, she takes a deep breath and lets it out.

“Now that I have you Skye, I’m not taking a chance on anything that might make me lose you.
No pills
.”

“Bull? What does that even mean?”

“I saw you and the minute you stood up to me, something clicked. I knew you were it. I wasn’t about to touch that stuff again when I had my future staring at me.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“No pills, Doc. I’m not putting that in jeopardy.”

“It’s Ibuprofen, and a very mild dose, and
your future
? Do you know how crazy that sounds? You didn’t even
know
me! Heck-fire! You don’t even know me now! I could be a serial killer! Bull, that’s not even sane and it’s a piss poor reason for being sober. You can’t pin your reason for staying sober on another person. That’s just doomed for failure.”

“Who says? It’s a damned good reason for me. And I do know you. I know everything about you.”

“No you don’t, we just started dating, Bull, seriously…”

“I know you love the smell of coffee, but can’t stand the taste. I know you take two hour long bubble baths even when you can barely stay awake, because it helps you unwind. I know your favorite food is Chicken Marsala, you only drink water with a twist of lemon on the side, but when you’ve had a really bad day, you will drink red wine. I know you love foot massages while you’re watching silly Christmas movies on television, even though you say you don’t like television. I know you hate the taste of spinach but love the dip made from it. I know you never talk to your parents and that they cut you off when you became pregnant with Matthew. I know you will come up with the craziest words to use instead of curse words, because you don’t want to be a bad influence on Matthew. I know you love chocolate ice cream, but hate chocolate pudding. I know….”

“Okay, okay. Stop it already. I get it. You take really good notes when I talk.”

“I’m not taking notes, Skye. You’re important to me. Everything you are, and everything you do fascinates me. I’m not taking notes. I’m learning about the woman I love, because it brings me joy.”

“Dang it, Bull! Do not make me cry. I’m going to get up and get you some ibuprofen. It’s not addictive and hopefully it will stave off the majority of the pain,” she says, patting my back, “lean up and let me out of here.”

I don’t want to. I don’t want to let her leave. I like this connection with her. I do it, but as she stands up, I grab her hand and pull her so her lips are near mine. I look in her eyes. They punch me in the gut, just like they have from the beginning.

“I love you, Doc.”

She doesn’t answer, like I hoped, but she leans in and gives me her mouth. My tongue leisurely invades her mouth, taking time to taste her, and relearn everything about her, from the flavor, the texture, and hidden areas. Her tongue mates with mine, just as slow, just as relaxed, and somehow, it draws a deeper response between us than has been there before.

When we break apart her forehead rests on mine, her fingers are caressing each side of my neck.

“You aren’t why I’m sober, Skye. You’re the reason I want to be a better person. The reason I want to be a man that deserves you,” I tell her, letting my hands get lost in her hair.

“You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Bull. If I didn’t believe that completely, I would never trust you with Matty, because he’s the most important thing in my life.”

I take in her words and let her leave me. Our eyes stay connected, because she backs away from me. I think it might be happiness I see in her. I can’t help but return her smile—even through the pain.

“There’s something you don’t know about me, Bull,” she says before she leaves the room.

I don’t want to tell her she’s wrong, but I’m pretty sure I know all things Skye.

“What’s that, Doc?” I ask, just to humor her.

“When you smile? I feel like I’ve just won the lottery.”

Damn. That’s all I can think.
Damn
.

“I’ll be sure to do that more,” I tell her.

“That’d be appreciated, heck I might even reward you.”

I do the only thing I can…I smile bigger.

Skye

I
definitely miss
riding on the back of Bull’s bike this morning. Even though the temperatures are cool this time of year, there’s something amazing about holding onto him, while the wind whips through my hair. Plus, you can feel the joy radiate from Bull. Thinking of Bull makes my heart speed up. I’m in love with him. I haven’t told him and I’m mad at myself because I haven’t. I’m letting fear hold me back, and that’s not fair to me or Bull.

I left Bull sleeping this morning. He’ll be mad, I know—especially after the note from my friendly-neighborhood-stalker. But, he was in so much pain last night, and it was almost three this morning before he fell back asleep. I sure wasn’t going to wake him up at four and tell him I had to leave to meet with my chief of staff in some emergency meeting. Walter texted. He asked me to come in for a meeting, before my rounds. He wouldn’t explain why, so I’m worried. If I had to explain all that to Bull, he would have demanded I wait for him, and then I’m pretty sure he would have insisted on being present at the meeting. Sneaking out was my best option. I sent a text to Blair, who gets up at four thirty every morning anyways. I told her I was going in early and that Bull was with Matty right now, but she would might need to be on standby because Matty’s holiday break at school starts today. I owe Blair so much and she barely lets me pay her.

I’m driving down the road and my brake light comes on. I want to groan out in frustration. This damn car just cost me two hundred dollars in repairs last week. I rub the tension at the back of my neck and pray it’s nothing serious. My Christmas fund is going to be awful tight if it’s something major. Matty wants a bike and I need to make sure he gets one, because he hardly ever asks for things.

I come to the stop sign at the end of my street and the car comes to a stop okay—but the pedal goes all the way to the floor, before it finally stops.
Damn
. I don’t know much about cars, I was hoping the light meant I needed new pads or something. But now, I’m starting to worry it is low on fluid or something. That was supposed to have been checked at the last service.

I decide to drive extra slow,
just in case
. Dr. Walter can just be pissed if I’m late. I listen to the music on the radio, while thinking over my night with Bull. Who knew life with a biker could be so…normal. Well,
fucking hot
, but normal. I’m grinning like a loon as I start down old Crawford Mountain. I came this route without thinking. There’s a second way to get to the hospital, it’s just that this one is closer. The bad part is, it winds and twists in
‘s’
shaped curves. They are so steep, that sometimes make you think you are passing yourself. I usually come this way, but if I had thought about it, I wouldn’t have—especially with my brakes acting up. I’m a little worried, but I can always gear the car down into a lower gear, and that combined with my brakes should be enough to make it safe.

My cell phone rings and I pick it up, glancing at the number.
Great
. He woke up early.

“Hello?” I answer, trying to interject cheerfulness into my voice.

“Doc, where the fuck are you?”

“I’m headed to work, honey.” I tell him and I’m distracted by his anger. His anger irritates me. I was trying to do something nice for the dumbass. Besides, I’m a grown woman!

“Damn it, Doc! You told me you didn’t have to go in until six this morning. It’s barely five!”

I take a deep breath as I top the hill, and try to remember he’s only being an ass because he cares about me.
He said he loved me
. That thought feels me with warmth.

“Walter called and asked me to come in before rounds for a meeting.”

“I bet that sorry sack of shit wants a meeting. Why in the fuck didn’t you wake me, Doc?”

“You had barely slept. I’m sure it’s nothing, and I’m perfectly safe.”

“You weren’t safe when he tried to force himself on you, and did you forget about the fucking notes?”

“Bull, for gods-sake, I’m going to be in public at the hospital, I’ll be fine.”

“And the fucking notes?”

“Will you give it a rest? I’m sorry I even told you about them. If the police aren’t worried about them, I don’t know why you should be!” I yell back, upset with him, and that’s bad because I forgot two very important things. I didn’t gear down when I started going downhill. That might not have been horrible in and of itself, but the more agitated I get, the more my foot presses on the accelerator. I’m going much faster than I do normally, let alone when I’m worried about my brakes.

“The police are morons and I’m worried, because someone has been targeting my woman! Damn it, Skye! You better call me the minute you get to the hospital, and make sure you tell me what that fuckwad wanted. I have to go meet with Freak this morning, but I’ll be…”