Page 105 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

But with me?

I want to be the one who gives.

Gives her peace.

Gives her pleasure.

Gives her every goddamn thing she’s never dared to want for herself.

So I do what I can.

I leave notes in her books.

Make her favorite tea before she even asks.

And when the sun goes down and we’re alone?

I worship her.

Because the way she submits to me? To us?

It’s not just sex.

It’s reverent.

Deep. Binding.

She listens to my body.

She heeds the Bull when he growls for her.

And fuck, she gives everything to me.

Her trust.

Her body.

Her heart.

And me? I take it all.

I mark her over and over, with my scent, my cum, my kiss, and my bite, because it never feels like enough.

Not until her body is trembling under mine.

Not until I’ve taken her completely.

She’s always ready. Always hot and tight and clenching me like she was built to hold me.

Like the gods carved her body with only mine in mind.

Fuck.

I shift the bundle in my arms and hiss under my breath, because my dick is harder than rebar and I am definitely in full view of Dante, who’s moving the dairy cows to pasture with a knowing smirk.

Great.

Nothing like a public display of boner to say hey there, Crew! Don’t mind me, just a Bull hopelessly in love and dangerously close to coming in my jeans.

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