Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC (44 page)

We got here around three in the afternoon and we’ve been here ever since. Dr. Lyn, who is apparently the chief resident and director of the trauma-care floor, directed us to this small waiting room. We got to see Bull once, but he didn’t know we were around. He went in for surgery about an hour ago. They’re putting a gage in to help relieve pressure on his brain. There’s swelling, bruising and several spots bleeding. With each minute that passes by, the pit in my stomach seems to grow. The old adage about no news being good news, I am totally not buying it. Anything would be better than the not knowing. The door opens and we all look up expectantly.

“Kane family?” Dr. Lyn asks as she comes into the waiting area. All four of us stand up.

“I assisted in Dorian’s surgery. We successfully put in the gage to monitor the swelling and pressure on his brain. Considering everything, the bleeding we found was not substantial.”

“Will he be okay?” Dragon asks the question we all want the answer to.

“We’re hopeful. The swelling on the cranium is measured on a scale. Mr. Kane’s swelling measures in at fifteen. While that is something to worry about, the real danger area is around twenty. He’s on a ventilator and we’re going to keep him in a medically induced coma for the next day or so to keep him calm. We’ll start to slowly bring him out of it after that. Hopefully then we can run some tests and try to ascertain the extent of the damage inflicted.”

“Can we see him?”

“I’m sorry that can’t happen right now. Mr. Kane is medically sedated but we can’t risk that something might agitate him.”

“Will you have one of the staff update us if there are any changes?” Nicole asks, while Dragon walks off to stand facing the wall away from us.

“I can, but I suggest you leave a number where we can reach you with the nursing station and get some rest. There’s nothing else you can do tonight.”

Nicole nods and the doctor gives a tight smile and walks away. I turn into Jacob’s arms while I look over at Dragon. Nicole puts her hands on Dragon’s back. He’s got his head bent down and he slaps his fist on the wall. I wince at the force of the hit.

“I can’t lose another brother Mama.”

“I know. Sweetheart, let’s go back to the hotel and get some rest so we can be here for Bull tomorrow.”

Jacob’s hands tighten against my back and I look up at him. I see the worry and fear on his face and do my best to give him a reassuring smile. I’m sure it falls short. We give our information to the nurses and make our way back to the SUV. We head to the hotel that Nicole booked before we arrived.

*

I’m sitting on
the bed wearing one of the silk negligees that Dani gave me. All of my clothes were destroyed. Thankfully Dani and I are pretty much the same size. It is way too sexy and not something I would pick out on my own. I miss my pajamas. It is a deep purple color which I love though. Plus, it feels good against my skin. It has thin spaghetti straps with the delicate silk trimmed in the prettiest lace. The top is loose and falls about mid-thigh. The bottom is a barely there strand of silk that seems small even for a thong. I quickly put lotion on while Jacob is busy in the bathroom. If I can get this done and under the covers I won’t feel so self-conscious around him. I’m not used to being dressed like this and dressed like this in front of Jacob is intimidating.

I don’t quite make it. I feel the bed shift with weight behind me. Jacob’s arms come around me, as he pulls me close. His hands come up and brush my breasts teasingly before cupping them, while he buries his head into my neck.

“Care Bear, you are so fucking beautiful.”

I lean back into him, my eyes close savoring this moment and holding it close. This moment, this exact moment and the feeling that Jacob pulls from me, is why I’ve held onto my love for him.

“Mmmm…I like this side of you, Jacob.”

“I like this get up you have on. You look good enough to eat.”

His voice is husky with need and that combined with his touch makes me instantly wet and ready.

“You should sleep,” I say because he should and I’m worried about him, but even I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice.

“After,” he says moving the strap away from my shoulder, his lips grazing the same path.

“After?” I gasp as he bites into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, sucking the same area. Will he leave his mark on me? I want that.

“After I fuck you and make you beg to come.”

“I…Oh god…” I moan as he pulls the top off of me.

I try to turn towards him, wanting more, but he doesn’t let me.

“Oh no, I got plans for you. Now if you don’t want me to rip off that thong you’re barely wearing take it off.”

I lift up and he guides them off my hips and down my legs.

“Keep your back to me baby, and climb up on my lap.”

“Like this?” I ask feeling unsure. I crawl backwards to straddle him.

“Oh fuck yeah.”

He grabs my hips and holds me still before I can settle back on his lap. I feel his hand move between my folds and then his fingers push inside of me. I gasp at the intimate contact. He moves in further. I’m so wet his fingers slide smoothly.

“My Princess is all ready for me aren’t you?”

“Yes…” I groan when his fingers slowly leave my depths, only to begin teasing my clit. “Jacob!” I call out. I feel his teeth bite into the right cheek of my ass. His tongue flicks over the bite.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Stop torturing me…” I whimper.

“How am I torturing you? Is it because I’m teasing your clit?” He asks pushing hard against the swollen nub. At the same time, he uses his other hand to thrust two fingers inside of me. My knees are shaking from the force of the sensations attacking me, so much so I’m not sure how much longer they will hold me up.

“That’s it Carrie, ride my hand. Do you need fucked, sweetheart?”

“Yes….please, Jacob.”

“Tell me, Carrie. Come on baby, tell me you want my cock.”

“I need your cock, Jacob. I need it so bad.”

“Reach down and wrap that sweet little hand of yours around my cock and slide down on me.”

My hands are trembling, but I reach down and grab his cock in my hand. It’s soft and hard at the same time. I stroke it slowly, because I can’t stop myself.

“Fuck yeah. Stroke my cock.” Jacob groans, his hands have moved to my breasts, holding them, kneading them and teasing all at the same time. He’s kissing along my back and it all feels so good my brain goes hazy.

“Jacob… I need…”

“I know what you need. Hold my cock still and slide down on me, Carrie. Slide down slowly.”

I do as he instructs, lowering on his staff, slow…feeling everything, as he sinks deeper and deeper inside of me. Every inch stretches me and satisfies something I didn’t know I was craving.

“Perfect…” I gasp.

Jacob hums his agreement against my ear. I feel one of his hands tangle into my hair and pull so that my head bows back to rest against his shoulder.

“You were made for me, Carrie.”

“I know,” I admit it freely, because I was. I’ve known it since I was five years old.

“Rotate your hips and rock baby, get used to my cock moving inside you.”

I do as he instructs, careful at first, since I’m unsure. It feels so good though I find myself grinding against his lap and tightening my inner muscles against his erection. He lets me experiment to the point I am about to come. Just when my moves become erratic and I can’t contain the moan of pleasure he grabs my hips and keeps me from moving.

“No!” I call out desperate to finish the fire I’ve started.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Remember how I taught you to ride the other night.”

“Yes,” I whisper as he pinches my nipples. His breath on my skin is just another instrument of torture.

“Ride me like that, Carrie. Fuck yourself with my cock.”

“God, yes,” I say as I start riding him using the movements he taught me. Movements that I know will bring us both pleasure.

“I wish you could see how gorgeous you are right now, sweetheart. Taking your pleasure, and demanding it. You’re so fucking wet it’s like being inside of heaven. You’re my heaven. The closest thing to a miracle I’ll ever see.”

“Jacob!” I yell desperate for more than I’m getting and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.

“Are you ready to come now, sweetheart?”

“Help me,” I gasp my breath short and ragged. “I can’t…it’s not enough…Jacob, I need…”

“What do you need? Tell me, Carrie.”

“I need you to fuck me!” I growl near mindless with the need for completion.

He rises behind me holding my hips tight as he tilts us so that we are propelled forward. I brace myself on my hands and knees and slowly slide from his. All the while, Jacob makes sure we stay connected. This new position takes what little breath I have away. Before I can gain it again, he is withdrawing and slamming back into me. The force of the blow moves me on the mattress. It takes a few tries to get the rhythm, but I grab it and soon I’m pushing back to meet his thrusts. It’s so intense, so primal that it feels like he’s getting larger, and stretching me even more. I wonder if I might die trying to take all of him. His hands are biting into my hips and the pressure is harsh, painful and everything I want all rolled up together. I will be bruised tomorrow from the force of his hold and I like it. Every time I see it I can remember how wild he was with me, how much he lost himself in our lovemaking.

“Touch your clit, Carrie. Rub your fingers over it baby, and stop fighting it. I want to hear you scream as I fill you so full of cum it’s dripping down your legs. Do it.”

I hear his words and I want to do as he orders, but I’m so lost in the need he has created, I can’t get my mind and body to work together. His hand wraps once more in my hair and he pulls it to get my attention.

“I said fucking touch that clit now. Do it, Carrie.”

I groan, but my hand moves down as he orders. I’m already so close it just takes a couple of teasing touches and I’m ready to climax. Jacob isn’t satisfied though. He pinches my nipples hard. My body jumps and tightens up on his cock all at once.

“Pinch your clit, Carrie. Hard.”

My hands are shaking and with the force that he’s using to fuck me, it’s hard to manage it all. Somehow I do though, at the same time he pinches and twists my nipples and thrusts so deep inside of me I can almost taste him.

I detonate giving a scream that echoes with his cry of release.

Perfection.

Dancer

S
ix weeks. That’s
how long it’s been since all hell broke loose. It’s also the closest thing to happiness I ever imagined I would have. My days are spent working at the club garage. I’ve always had a knack for working on vehicles and the busy work keeps me from going insane. Nights are spent in bed with Carrie and fucking her every way I can think of. She might have been shy when we first started, but each time we’re together she becomes more vocal. It’s fucking phenomenal.

The whole thing with Francis (aka Phoenix) took a lot out of all of us. Crusher has recovered from his gun shot. The bullet somehow managed to go straight through and missed anything vital. He lost a lot of blood at the time, but that probably saved his life. We figure the goon working for
Francis
saw the blood and decided Crush was dead, not bothering to finish the job.

Bull is another story. Bull was released from the trauma center a couple of days ago, but he was sent to a rehab center in Nashville that is part of the Vanderbilt Hospital Complex. The hit on the head combined with the oxygen deprivation he endured (however briefly) took a toll on his body. He doesn’t talk much, not that he ever did—but now it is even less. Something happened with his vocal chords and talking pains him physically, but more than that, he has a stammer. His right side is weak as a result of the damage and for someone like Bull that’s probably the hardest thing to accept. We got him settled and offered to have one of us stay down there with him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. In fact he told us to go fuck ourselves. No one else understood, but on this I totally understood where my brother was coming from. Unless we had been there, our words were useless and pathetic. Dragon is planning on going down and spending the weekend there next week. Carrie and I might go, though to be honest? Fucking bastard that I am? I don’t like Carrie being around him one bit. For all I know, she has a thing for trying to heal the broken and she’ll switch her interest in me over to my brother.

The other thing I’m dealing with is this house of cards I’m building with Carrie. I’m not sleeping. I take a nap through the day so I can function. Carrie believes I sleep when she does. I haven’t been able to manage that. Ever since Dragon confronted me about my dreams, I have this big knot of fear inside of me. I don’t want anyone else to know about the …about my attack. No one, but especially not Carrie, I can’t handle her knowing. The thought literally makes me break out in a cold sweat.

She also thinks I’m going to therapy twice a week. I hide out in a hotel on old State Route 25 and sleep for a couple of hours instead. I’m not about to share those memories with anyone, but especially some jerk in a suit who knows shit about the real world.