Page 23 of Property of Bull
“It’s the way you stand, it’s just the same,” she says, awe filling her expression as she leans closer to the oil painting. “Where were you?”
I reach for her hand, pulling her into my arms and pressing my lips against hers before scooping her up by her ass and carrying her to bed.
“I’ve never been there,” I say before peeling off my cut then my flannel shirt.
Sadness flashes in Margo’s eyes as she takes another glance at the painting before pulling her own shirt off and looks up at me.With a blink of her large blue eyes, she’s on the same page as me and not worrying about the painting.
Tracing a finger along the top edge of her bra cup, I mirror the touch with my tongue on the opposite side, pulling both sides down to expose her nipples.
“Tomorrow, we’re going shopping for lingerie,” I murmur, drawing a shocked gasp from her as she suddenly clasps her hands over her boobs.
“What’s wrong with my bra?”
“It might as well be a sports bra,” I chuckle, knocking her hands out of the way with my chin. “You’ve got fantastic tits, so I’m going to dress them up a little.”
The noise she makes doesn’t exactly sound like an agreement, but her hands slide back up my arms before reaching further along to explore my sides and back. A shiver rolls through my body when one brushes close to my underarm and from the look in her eyes, she’s filing that information away for the future.
“Unsnap my jeans,” I demand, my voice becoming ragged with need.
As soon as I see Margo bite her bottom lip again, I’m done going slow.
How can such a simple motion be so fucking hot?
Then, watching her hand slowly reach down to follow my command, it occurs to me that she’s probably the least experienced woman I’ve ever fucked and maybe the situation calls for some gentleness.
The problem being, I’m not a gentle man.
Chapter 6
Margo
I know I should tell him this is my first time, but somehow, it’s like I can’t remember how to speak.
The tremor in my hand makes it impossible to open the top snap, but Bull solves that issue when he rolls onto his back and quickly removes his jeans, kicking off his boots in the process. Instead of rolling back on top of me, he turns to his side and caresses my cheekbone with the back of his fingers.
It’s the little smile he has that finally helps me find my voice. “What are you thinking?”
“That Rage was right.” His words don’t make any sense to me, but I don’t question him again. “Why do you do that?”
“What?” I ask, trying to buy myself a second, still trying to piece together what he meant about rage and the follow-up question.
“Like earlier. You noticed that we got into a different truck, but you didn’t ask me about it.” His words don’t bring any great revelation. I was well aware that it wasn’t the same vehicle—which worked out better since I don’t think the state trooper would have walked away from the smell of lye.
He waits, watching me and while I do have a thousand questions for him, there’s no way of asking him without giving myself away.
That’s the funny thing about questions that most people don’t think about.
If I had asked about the lye, he would have been curious to know why I’m familiar with the smell.
And what was the point of asking? He obviously used the trip to Rapid City to switch vehicles with someone who needed lye,which tells me that they had a dead body, or two, that they didn’t feel comfortable driving up to the crematorium in Clear Creek.
There are to two truths staring me in the face right now and it doesn’t take me a second to decide which one to tackle.
This time, when I reach between Bull’s legs, my hand doesn’t shake. While I enjoyed David’s ‘love bombing’ when he first started pursuing me, it’s Bull’s steady calm that is making me burn hot now. I’m not misguided enough to think he’s a ‘good guy’, but I also don’t think he’d ever purposefully hurt me.
His velvety cock is pulsing and soon my heart is beating tempo with it as I stroke his length, I start to sit up, wanting to taste him—wanting to show him the only thing I actually know how to do, but he holds me down before shifting and opening my pants.
I wiggle enough so they’re halfway down my thighs by the time his body covers mine. Bull’s thick, veiny cock looks dark when he lays it along my abdomen, making me wonder just how much of it will fit inside of me.
