“Please, Skye. I understand hormones, but for you to lower yourself to that man’s level, is preposterous.”
His statement leaves me speechless. I’d love to say what I really think, but I’m trying really hard to remember that this is my boss.
“Walter, I’m upset that you would insinuate such a thing. Further…”
“Surely you see that it is what it seems like, Skye. To allow that filthy…”
“I think you should stop there. I happen to like Mr. Kane.”
“You can’t feel anything for him, you’re too different. And what about your son? How can you find this thug a respectable role model for him?”
He hits on the one thing that worries me the most, but right now, all I can think is what an asshole Walter is. I want him out of my house.
“I think you’ve said enough tonight. I need some rest,” I tell him—intent on nothing more than getting him to leave.
He stands, but he doesn’t go to the door like I expected. Instead, he pulls me into him, with a strong hand on my neck. Then, before I can stop him, he kisses me. The first thought I have is that his kiss is nothing like Bull’s. No, Walter’s kiss leaves me cold. His taste is slightly acidic. I can even taste the hint of onions. My insides recoil. This is proof-positive that there is no way I should ever encourage his attentions. On paper he might be the better choice for stability with Matty, but in reality, he is all kinds of wrong for me. Something tells me the same would be true for my son.
His tongue pushes into my mouth and I want to gag. I push against his shoulders, trying to break free. His hand is at my chest, and I feel it dive inside my shirt to cup my breast. I push harder, finally getting my mouth away from him. He starts biting on my shoulder, and I suck in air to keep from vomiting.
“Walter stop! I don’t want this!” I growl, apparently the full moon tonight has caused him to lose his ever-loving-mind.
“Give us a chance, Skye. We could be good together. This could be so good.” He says, but even his voice sounds cold to me. His head goes down, and before he can lay his lips anywhere else, I push him hard.
“I said…No!” I growl, he goes back a couple of steps when I shove him. My shirt tears—just slightly, but I feel cold air hit my body. I pay no mind to it though, just relieved because Walter’s hand is no longer on my breast.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
My head jerks up, and I look at the front door. Suddenly, I get the name behind the man, because in this moment, he is a bull seeing red and ready to charge.
Crap.
Chapter 15
Bull
I hear Skye’s cry from outside.
I was debating whether to come in or not. I pushed Skye pretty hard today. Fuck, my head is kind of screwed up lately. It has been, since the mess with Carrie. Something about Skye throws me off kilter and I just got tired of waiting. Now, I’m starting to have second thoughts about pushing her.
Why should Skye give me a shot? She sure as hell deserves better than me. I’ve been a fucked up mess for so long now, I’m not sure I remember who I was before. Dragon feels guilty over the attack at Dancer’s. He shouldn’t. That’s on me, it’s all mine. I was drunk. If I hadn’t been, the fucker would have never gotten the drop on me. I never told my brothers that, and I got Melissa to help bury the toxicology results the hospital ran. That’s my dirty little secret. Fuck, it seems like I’ve been searching for something to get lost in forever now. The bottom of a bottle, pills…women. I disgust myself.
And what if I’m wrong? What if I backslide? I’ve been clean for six months, sure—but it’s been a fucking hard ride. That’s the main reason I haven’t pressed Doc, but today I snapped. I couldn’t stand the waiting anymore, and I went caveman on her. She probably thinks I’m a desperate fucker who has to chase women down. God, is that who I am now? I should just tell her goodbye, find my motherfucking balls, and walk away. I shouldn’t have to force her to spend time with me. That’s really why I’m here, and I had every intention of telling her that—until I hear her scream.
I open her door to find Walter-boy and Skye standing way too close together. Skye looks extremely pissed and more than a little scared.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I’m trying to stay calm, but I notice the top of Skye’s shirt is torn. I go off.
I grab Walter by his scrawny throat, and wrap my hand around it. I’m going to end this motherfucker. What would have happened if I hadn’t been here? I’m going to choke the life out of this miserable fucker. Nah, that’s too easy. I’ll cut off his dick, force-feed it to him and then choke the life out of him.
I slam him up against the wall and hear something fall. Then there is the sound of glass breaking. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a picture lying on the floor beside me.
“Who the fuck said you could put your hands on my woman?” I yell at the asshole, ready to tear him apart. Skye hits my bad arm with a….Fuck! She hit me with a bible! And not just any bible, it’s a hardback and looks like it belongs on an altar at church or something.
“Fucking hell, Doc!”
“Let go of him! What are you doing?”
“Teaching Walter-boy some manners so he’ll know to never put his hands on you? You’re welcome by the way.”
“I had it under control! What in the hell are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you.”
Her head snaps back like I slapped her. Then she looks back at Walter-boy.
She touches my arm and quietly says, “Let him go, Bull.”
Now normally I would have ignored her, but she did something good here. She touched me. That makes me feel charitable, so I drop him.
“What are you doing?” she cries, bending down to help the asshole to his feet. He pushes her away and stands up.
“You said to let him go. Maybe you should ask him what he was doing?”
“I was kissing her, you moron,” he says, adjusting his suit.
Yeah, there went my generosity. I introduce his lying mouth to my fist. He falls back down with a thud.
“Kissing doesn’t involve a woman screaming no, asshole,” I tell him, and I’m congratulating myself on being so calm.
“Bull! I’m so sorry, Walter. Perhaps it would be best if you leave. We can talk about this tomorrow when…”
“What the fuck are you apologizing to him for? You weren’t trying to force yourself on his sorry ass. There will be no talking about it tomorrow. You’re going to stay away from Skye, and treat her with the utmost respect from now on, right, Walter?”
“Real classy guy you’ve aligned yourself with Dr. Walker,” Walter says.
“You remember that before you try anything else, or even try to talk to her, asshole. I can bury your body in places no one will think to look. You get me, right?”
“Bull! Walter, he’s not serious. We’ll discuss this…”
“I’m deadly serious. Try me, Walter. Try me, one time,” I tell him, crossing my arms.
He looks at Skye, then back at me, then leaves, slamming the door hard.
“I can’t believe you!” She huffs at me, and goddamn she looks beautiful, even if she wants to kill me right now.
“I can’t either,” I tell her.
“You just can’t come in here…wait… what?”
“I can’t believe I let that asshole walk out of here. You got me going soft, Doc.” I let my hand go down and adjust my dick. I grin as she watches the movement, and when her eyes come back to mine, I wink. “Well not all of me.”
Chapter 16
Skye
“You are completely insane!” I bark at him. He is, the only problem is I like what he just did. I can’t remember anyone ever standing up for me. Here is this man doing it without even being asked. I’m not sure how to react and on top of that there’s Walter. I may like what Bull did, privately. Walter might have been so far out of line that there was no way to recover, but he is my boss. My very vindictive boss and Bull just threatened to kil
l him. No, correction he threatened to bury him where no one would ever think to look. What do I do with this? What do I do with Bull?
“Mom?”
I turn to see Matty coming down the hall, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The familiar tug at my heart hits me. Just seeing my baby infuses me with pride. We may not have had an easy time of it, but I don’t regret a minute of it.
“I’m sorry sweetie, did we wake you?” I ask him, getting down on my knees, so I can hold him close and ruffle his hair.
“I heard yelling,” he says looking at Bull. “Who are you?”
“He’s…”
“I’m a friend of your Mama’s. You, Matthew?”
I watch as my son straightens his back and looks Bull over like he’s seeking out everything he can find out about him.
“Yeah. Were you yelling at my Mom?”
Bull smiles widely, almost proudly, at Matty. He’s given me cocky grins and flirty looks before, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a genuine smile from him before, until right now. The fact that he gave it to Matty means more than I could say. Maybe that was the exact moment I decided to soften. Up until this point, I was just fighting an unexplainable attraction for a man I should in no way be attracted to. Now? Now, I think there might be more to this attraction than just hormones.
“Horse feathers…,” I mumble.
“What’s that Doc?”
“Mom always says horse feathers when she gets upset.”
Bull laughs, “Or Christ’s toenails?”
“Sometimes,” Matty says and I feel myself blush. “Did you yell at my mom?”
“No, there was someone else here, but I got rid of him.”
“You like my mom?” Matty asks, and I hold my head down. I want to interject, but I don’t know what to say. What can I say? Sorry Matty, this can’t be the daddy you’ve been asking me for, because he’s a player who is just now recovering from a disease you get when you bump uglies with another person without protection. I don’t think that would work.
“More every minute.”
Damn it, why does he have to be so sweet and be an ass?
“Let’s get you back in bed, baby. We leave for the zoo awful early. You need your rest.”
“You want to go to the zoo with us?” Matty asks, and I wish the ground would swallow me up.
“Mr. Kane, can’t…”
“I’d love to. I love the zoo. I’m a big turtle fan.”
“Me too!”
I shoot Bull a look that could freeze Lake Michigan harder than any winter storm. He just gives me another cocky grin. I’m starting to hate those. I know he looked at Matty’s pajamas. Jerk-face. He ignores my look.
“Let’s get you to bed,” I say again, leading him back to his room.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Matthew.”
“Later…Hey! What’s your name?”
“Bull.”
“Bull like the animal?” Matty asks.
“That’s it.”
“Cool! See you tomorrow Bull.”
“Bye, little dude.”
I say nothing. All I can think of, over and over are words I can’t say around Matty. Sometimes horse feathers just isn’t a strong enough expletive.
Damn.
Chapter 17
Bull
It’s the first of November and it should be cold, or at the very least, cool. Not today. Today, Mother Nature decided to be a bitch and bless the state of Tennessee with a heatwave. Since we drove down to Knoxville to spend the day at the zoo, you would think that would make this the most miserable day I’ve had in my life. It’s not. I can’t remember having a better day in my life. Skye and her son…
Hell, I was intrigued by her before, but after today I’m pretty much gone for the woman. I used to think Dragon and Crusher were pussies for falling for their women so hard, but hell if Skye gives me the opening, she’s never getting rid of me.
I was afraid the reason I was attracted to Skye in the beginning was because she reminded me of Carrie. The more I get to know her, I realize she’s nothing like Carrie. The color of their hair—that’s it. Skye has more grit. Where I felt the need to be gentle all the time with Carrie, Skye is like electricity to my system. She can be mouthy as all hell, and it makes me itch to grab her, push her against the wall, and fuck her into submission. Then I watch her with her boy, and see the way she takes care of him. Fuck, even that makes my dick grow hard. I want a taste of her, I want her fussing over me. Hell, I even wonder how she’d be with a kid we had together. This leads me to imagining her pregnant with my baby and I get a fucking hard-on just thinking about her stomach tight with my baby, her tits swollen. All of this means I’ve pretty much spent the day walking around with a cock hard enough to bust through concrete.
“You’re looking tired sweetheart,” Skye’s voice grabs my attention. So motherfucking sweet my teeth hurt. I’ve got to have a taste of her.
“Mom, I’m okay. I just want to see the kangaroos!”
I watch Skye, and I know she’s been working a ton of overtime. She’s worn out. It amazes me that with all of her responsibilities, she still manages to be such a great mom.
“Hey Matthew, I’m dying of thirst man. How about we stop in the food court and grab a bite to eat and then head to the Down Under exhibit? I’m an old man, you have to have a little mercy on me,” I joke, determined to get Skye a small rest.
Matty’s shrewd eyes are looking at me and he knows what I’m about. I can see it. So I cave and point towards his mom, giving him a wink. He looks over and sighs, but then nods back, smiling.
“Okay, Bull. I could use a cherry slushy anyways.”
“Cherry? Man that’s whack. Lime is where it’s at.”
“You’re both wrong, it’s raspberry,” Skye chimes in.
“Raspberry?” Matthew and I both ask her—like she’s crazy.
“That’s just gross, Mom.”
“It’s not even a real color,” I add.
“It’s a fruit!” she defends.
“Not a very good one,” I come back with a smile, as the three of us walk over to the tables. I leave them there, waving off Skye’s attempt at giving me money. Damn woman has a huge independent streak. It’s cute, but she has no idea who she’s dealing with. It’s going to be fun, showing her.
“What is that?” she asks when I come back to the table.
“One of life’s greatest pleasures,” I tell her, winking at Matthew while handing him a chili-dog.
“Oh man! Thanks, Bull!”
I hand one over to Skye, and then sit down beside her.
“This doesn’t look healthy,” she says, but she’s licking her lips. She’s been doing it all for so long by herself, I think she’s forgotten how to enjoy herself. I still feel like I should have let her go, but that’s off the table now. I’m just going to bust my ass trying to be a better man.
“C’mon, Doc. Live a little.”
“Yeah, Mom! Live a little!” Matty joins in.
That’s probably when it happens. Skye laughs—not just a little, but a lot. She laughs hard. I’m frozen with the damn hot dog half way to my mouth, and all I can do is watch her and hear the joy coming from her. It’s beautiful. Then I look over to Matty, and see the chili running down his face, as he’s stuffing the damn thing in his mouth. He forgets to take the time to breathe, and I can’t help but laugh too. That’s probably when I fall completely for her. Maybe.
“Slow down there, sport. Take time to enjoy it. I’ll get you another one if you’re still hungry.”
“Really?” he asks like it’s Christmas morning. “What about mom?”
I look over at Skye and she looks at the two of us and then takes a huge bite of her hot dog too, licking some of the chili off her lip when she’s done. My poor dick.
“I want another one too,” she says with a grin. Matty giggles and goes back to eating.
He must forget about wanting seconds, because one of the traveling workers comes to the line just
beyond the tables, with a green wing macaw. Kids are gathering around to watch the bird and to feed it peanuts.
“Can I go over there, Mom? Please?”
“Don’t go any further,” Skye tells him. He nods his head yes, while running to the kids already there. It’s then she lets the worry come back into her face.
“He’s fine, Doc.”
“I know. I just worry.
“You need to unwind. Matthew’s good, Doc. He’s a happy kid.”
“I worry over everything. I’ve made so many mistakes, I try to make sure I don’t misstep now. I forget I need to let Matty have a life sometimes too. I’m sorry. You were right. I need to live a little.”
“I get it. You’re a Mama, and from what I can see a damned good one.
“Bull, about last night…well all of it really…”
I put my hand along the side of her neck and pull her to me, so I can look in her eyes.
“I want your body, Doc. I want it so fucking bad, I’m having fucking wet dreams about it. But regardless of what you think, I don’t have to buy a woman’s interest. What I’m feeling for you woman, is special. Today has been one of the best days I can ever remember having.”
“It has been for me too, Bull.”
“That has to mean something, right?”
“Can, we take it day-by-day?”
“That sounds good to me.”
“You’re wrong you know,” she says, licking her lips and I swear it’s all I can do not to attack her right there. How much is a man supposed to stand?
“What do you mean?” I ask, mentally apologizing to my balls.
“I’m starting to have a very good impression of you,” she whispers, leaning further into me.
Her tongue darts out and caresses against my bottom one. I suck it in briefly, then let it go.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Doc?”
“I think I might be,” she answers, and I let my thumb pet the pounding pulse point along the side of her neck.
“I’m not sure that’s a smart thing to do,” I warn her, because if she lets me in, I’m not letting her go.
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