Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC
By:
Jordan Marie
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Skye
The minute I saw him, I knew I was in trouble.
Bull.
What kind of man flirts with the doctor who lectures him on STD’s?
And why am I attracted to a man like that?
He wasn’t what I wanted, but he could be exactly what I need.
Slowly I’m learning to trust him.
It’s perfect, except for one small thing….
Someone wants me dead.
Bull
To say I lost my way is an understatement.
Then I meet her.
Skye.
She’s smart, beautiful and way beyond my reach.
It doesn’t matter, I’m keeping her.
I know what I want and I go after it.
Now someone is trying to take her away from me.
I won’t let that happen.
She’s mine and I’m not giving her up.
Sneak Peek of Captured by Jordan Marie
To Bo. My best friend, my heart, my companion. I miss you more every minute that goes by. You were my best friend. The ten years with you went too quickly. Rest easy my friend. Until we meet again…
Dear Readers,
I hope you enjoy Trusting Bull. I was supposed to get Captured out in December, but Bull wouldn’t quit talking. This story is different than the other Savage Brothers’ stories, but hopefully you give Bull & Skye a try.
I feel out of touch with some of my readers because life has been so hectic. I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you that you helped make this year one of the best I’ve ever had in my life.
You have my thanks and my love, for taking a chance on me. I hope you stick around to see what’s coming up in 2016. I’m excited to share not one but two new series with you.
Happy Reading & Merry Christmas
Jordan
Skye
I
look at
the man on my exam table. I shouldn’t be attracted to him. I mean he’s good looking, so he would catch any woman’s eye. He’s tall and has arm porn that would make any woman weak in the knees. He’s got an aura of danger about him and a bad boy vibe that goes on for miles. That’s not why I shouldn’t be interested in him though. No, that reason is pretty much summed up in one sentence.
“You have gonorrhea, Mr. Kane.”
“That’s not fucking possible.”
“I’m afraid it is, the good news, is that despite your lapse in judgment, it is curable. However, I would suggest we test you for other sexually transmitted diseases including HIV.”
“I don’t fucking have AIDS lady.”
I frown at his reply. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with a belligerent patient, but after working for thirty-six hours straight, I’m just not in the mood.
“Mr. Kane, have you or have you not been having sex?”
“Yes
doctor
, but I always wrap my shit up. So I’m telling you, your goddamn diagnosis is wrong. Now how about you get your ass out there and find me someone who knows what the fuck they are doing around here.”
I hold my head down and let out a big breath. I rub the tension headache starting at my temple. I really should have tried to do my residency in New York. I stupidly thought the small town atmosphere of London, Kentucky was what I wanted.
I’d like to say my next actions are because I am tired, or the fact that I’m on my period. I’d also like to think it is because of this patient’s crappy attitude. Still, I know the truth. The truth is Mr. Kane hit a sore spot. I’m vain enough to admit it. His words are startling similar relate to the chewing out the chief resident gave me this morning. The reason I was hauled onto the carpet wasn’t my fault, but a mistake made by a nurse. Yet, since the resident in question is busy banging said nurse, I took the hit. So, with Mr. Kane’s words, I can’t hold back. I don’t even try.
I snap
.
“I do know what I’m doing. I absolutely know, Mr. Kane. The fact that you’ve had sex with someone who has gonorrhea, upped your chances of getting the disease. Now if you did in fact
wrap it up,
then possibly you didn’t when you gave or received oral sex. Perhaps you had one night of drunken sex and forgot to
wrap your shit up
, as you so colorfully stated. I do not know how or with whom you transmitted the disease. What I do know is that you have, in fact, contracted gonorrhea, or more commonly referred to as the clap, if that helps. So what’s going to happen, Mr. Kane, is simple. You can keep a civil tongue in that pretty boy head of yours when speaking to me and be thankful that you do just have gonorrhea, or you can leave. Now, I will warn you, should you choose to leave, that foul discharge that you’ve kept hidden that keeps leaking out of your penis, will only get worse. That burning sensation you have when you urinate, will only increase. Those swollen glands along your neck, will only get worse. What I suggest you do instead, Mr. Kane, is man up.”
He looks at me strangely. I can’t say as I blame him. In fact, had my chief resident walked in during my speech, I would be in major hot water. However, he didn’t and I’m tired, plus Mr. Kane is the last patient that stands before me and a much needed three days off. So instead of practicing caution, I forge ahead.
“Pretty boy?” He asks. “Did you just call me a pretty boy?”
“I told you to step up. Take your medicine like a grown man, without belittling those of us who are trying to ensure that you receive quality medical care. Take tests to confirm you don’t have something worse and, finally, make a list of your sexual partners to determine where you contracted the disease and make sure they get treated so that the cycle ends.”
“You just called me pretty boy,” he repeats and I try not to blush.
That was probably going a step too far. Well, in actuality, the entire speech was going too far. If he files a complaint, I am most likely through here. I’m not sure I care at this point.
“Mr. Kane, honestly, it’s late. I’ll have the nurse come in to give you a shot, and I’ll need you to follow up with your family physician…”