“Bull will be here in a minute.”
“That’s okay. Bull doesn’t want to talk to me.”
She frowned. “Then why are you here?”
“I was hoping to be able to talk to you.”
“To me? Why?”
“You’re the only one who can talk any sense into my brother.”
“I don’t think that’s true.” She didn’t believe that for a second. Bull was his own man, and he didn’t need her meddling into his affairs.
“No? You don’t? Look around you. You just got my brother to go grocery shopping. He leaves that to a prospect or one of the sluts who stays with us. Not that he’d allow any of them to go to his precious house.”
“I thought you lived there as well.” In the three months she’d been there, she hadn’t seen Grant. It was why in the beginning she’d been so nervous about living with Bull, as she didn’t want to risk running into the guy who’d made her life miserable.
“I do, but that’s the problem. Since you moved in, I haven’t been able to go home. I was wondering if you could perhaps ask Bull to consider talking with me, or for us to just have a meeting. I … I fucked up with him. I got angry and I said some shit I shouldn’t have. I want to make it right with him.”
“I don’t think I should get involved in this. I have no idea what any of this is about.”
“It’s about club stuff. Just, please, he’ll listen to you.” He opened the door and then was gone. What was it with the Reynolds men and just disappearing like that? They were starting to annoy her.
She sat back in her seat, and she didn’t have to wait long before Bull arrived.
“I’ve got you a present,” Bull said, putting a brown paper bag on her lap.
Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened up the brown paper bag. There was some folded-up fabric, and as she pulled it out, she couldn’t help but laugh. There was a nurse uniform in her size.
“You got me a costume.”
“Yes.”
“What will your costume be?” she asked.
“The one I’m wearing. There ain’t nothing scarier than a biker, babe.”
She smiled. They drove back home, and once again, Bull ordered her inside the house while he did all the walking with the groceries. She rebelled and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on.
Boiling up some water, she began to unload the groceries she had purchased. She heard the door close, and seconds later, hands wrapped around her waist.
“I thought I told you to rest.”
“I can do other jobs. You know I’m good for it.” She leaned back against him, putting her hand on his.
He hadn’t touched her since that day a few months ago when he’d licked her pussy. Maddie hadn’t brought it up with him, but now as she stood in the kitchen with his arms wrapped around her, she couldn’t help but wonder why.
“Grant was camping out in the car,” Maddie said.
Bull tensed. “Did he say anything?”
“He wanted me to ask you to talk to him.” He loosened his grip enough for her to spin around in his arms and look at him. “You’re mad?”
“No, I’m not mad with you.”
“Grant’s your brother.”
“He needs to learn to keep his mouth shut and to start using his head instead of his fucking dick.” Bull took a deep breath. “No, I’m not going to get in an argument with you about any of this.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back. “I want to kiss you.”
He pushed her back until she stood against the wall.
She let out a gasp as he thrust his pelvis against hers.
“Do you feel that?” he asked.
Maddie did but she put a hand on his chest. “Wait.”
“What is it?”
“Why now?” she asked. “Are you doing it to distract me?”
“Maddie, babe, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“You … er … you haven’t touched me since that day when you…” Why was this so hard?
“Licked your tasty pussy.”
“It couldn’t have been that tasty,” she said. “You didn’t come back for seconds.” She slapped her hands across her mouth, and Bull laughed. “I can’t believe I said that to you.”
“Don’t worry about it. I find it real sexy when you talk all dirty to me.”
“That wasn’t me talking dirty, Bull.”
He pressed his face against her neck and groaned. “Do you have any idea how hard it has been to be a good little boy?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve wanted to taste you so many times, but I held myself back. Molly told me that if we got it wrong, if I hurt you, it could put your recovery back months. I didn’t want to do that to you. The key to healing fast is not overdoing it. Resting for the right amount of time, not doing anything strenuous. Lying next to you these past few months has been fucking torture. All I’ve wanted to do is fuck you every single chance I’ve got, but I’ve been good.” He kissed her neck, her cheek. “Molly believes you’ve got a good chance of that cast coming off. It’s getting in your way more than it’s helping you.”