Bull (Kings of Mayhem MC 6)

Voight was the principal of the elementary school. And a more suitable date for our town mayor than me.

“He did?”

“Yes.”

For a politician, she was surprisingly honest. She didn’t beat around the bush. She called it as she saw it. It was one of the things I admired about her.

“And what did you tell him?”

She reached into my jeans.

“I told him yes.”

She started to stroke me.

“Sounds like a smart answer,” I replied.

When I hardened in her hand, she licked her lips and heat flared in her eyes.

“I’m going to miss your cock,” she said, as she released me from my jeans.

Bending her head, she wrapped her juicy lips around the thick shaft and sucked me into her tight, wet mouth, sending a shiver through me.

“And I’m going to miss your perfect mouth…” I replied, my breath ragged because this woman was extremely good with her mouth.

She pulled away and lay back on the bed, opening her legs. “What about my pussy, are you going to miss that too?”

I grinned down at her.

Our involvement had run its course. We would go our separate ways and move on to other people. There was no heartbreak. No disappointment. No pain. Just a finality.

But for now?

What the hell.

I climbed on the bed and took her in my arms, and kissing her fiercely, spent the next hour showing the mayor of Destiny exactly why they called me Bull, and why size really does matter.

TAYLOR

Watery blood swirled at my toes before disappearing down the drain.

I cried, tears streaming down my face as my fear and grief spiraled through me like a tornado. I held my hands out in front of me, they were shaking and the shower water mingled with the blood coating my fingers.

I did it to make him happy.

I did it because I loved him and wanted him to love me back.

But I hated every second of it.

It hurt.

It hurt right through to my soul.

My eyes dropped to the sopping wet wig laying in a pool of water on the bathroom floor and the overturned stilettos scattered beside it, and my stomach churned violently until I had no choice but to release its contents into the drain.

Sitting up, I hit the tiled wall with the back of my head and bit back my agony, reminding myself to stop being a pussy. I had been raised to be stronger than this. And this was my life now. I had to suck it up if I was to survive.

The bathroom door burst open and he walked in. Fear gunned its way through my body and I started to shake again.

This was my life now and I had nowhere to run.

But one day… one day I would run far, far away.

I sat up with a rush. Sweat soaked my skin as fear thrummed through my veins. My lungs heaved and burned, desperate for more oxygen.

I glanced out the window. It was dark. The middle of the night dark. Outside, a streetlight glowed in the blackness giving me enough light to see my surroundings, and the familiarity of them grounded me, bringing me back to Earth.

It was just a dream, Taylor.

Just a dream.

Just a distant memory.

Those days are over now.

But…

Feeling the sudden rush of panic I always felt after the nightmares, I ripped off the bedcovers and tore down the hallway to Noah’s room. Fear knotted in my throat and my knees buckled with dread as I pushed open the door, terrified I would find my younger brother was gone. But the relief was instant when I saw him sleeping soundly in his bed, hugging his pillow and lost in a sweet slumber. I gripped the door knob, the sudden absence of fear making me weak. Sagging against the door, I heaved out the breath I had been holding onto, sucking the cool night air into my lungs and willing my heart to stop racing.

See, it was just a dream.

Those days are over now.

For seven years we’d been running.

For seven years we’d been hiding in the shadows of one new town after another.

But soon we wouldn’t have to run or hide anymore.

I looked at my eleven-year-old brother and my grip tightened on the door knob.

He was my world.

The only thing I had left.

And I would do anything to protect him.

Anything at all.

BULL

“Is that a fucking hickey?” I asked, as I walked into chapel the next morning.

Davey, our giant, perverted teddy bear, grinned proudly. “Fucking A, it is. Haven’t had one of these bad boys since I was in high school.”

“That’s because you’re supposed to be a fucking grown up,” Cool Hand said, throwing a beer bottle cap at him. “What are you, thirteen?”

But Davey couldn’t care less as he sat back in his chair, and laced his fat hands across his fat belly, looking proud of himself. “What can I say? Tiffani could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.”