Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC by Jordan Marie Page A

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
    I t’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