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Abandoning the box of condoms, his hand wrapped back around me and he lowered us both to the bed. This time, when he slid inside of me, I was the one who about lost control.

“Fuck. It feels even better bare,” he breathed, gritting his teeth. “I didn’t think it was possible, but holy shit.”

Okay, so maybe we were both riding the edge. He managed to get himself under control, though, and in no time, he was giving me exactly the friction I needed right in the place I needed it most. Unable to hold on anymore, I threw back my head and called out his name as I came.

I was in Bull’s bed.

He loved me, and I loved him.

If he ever so much as thought about shaking me loose again, I’d just have to fuck him into submission.

Piece of cake.

12

Bull

LILY REALLY DID have a dog. She told me she did, and it’s not that I didn’t believe her, but her living situation didn’t exactly lend itself to pets. It was by the grace of God—and the women of Ladies First—she had a place to stay at all, so I had a hard time imagining her bringing a dog into the situation. When she used him as a reason not to stay over, I thought she was brushing me off. I mean, a dog? Talk about a lame excuse. Especially after we’d made so much headway.

I couldn’t understand why she’d worked so hard to get into my bed and didn’t want to stay. Sure, the first time we’d fucked had been embarrassingly quick, but I’d made sure she was taken care of before I came. And then there’d been other orgasms… both hers and mine. Yeah, it was my first time, but she was walking a little funny, so I knew I’d given it to her pretty good. Regardless, her asking me to bring her home had still done a number on my pride.

Parking my bike, I helped her off before dismounting and walking her to the door. She didn’t want to stay with me, so I intended to kiss her goodnight and be on my way, but Lily tugged me through the front door before I could retreat.

“At least come in and meet him,” she said.

“Is he stuffed?” I asked, swearing under my breath. If she was ditching me for some plush dog, I was going to lose my shit.

“What?” She giggled. “No. Look. There he is.”

Stretched out over a dog bed in the living room, the pit bull mix eyed us, but didn’t otherwise move.

“You sure he’s not stuffed?” I asked, keeping my voice low. It was well past midnight, and Monica had texted Lily to let her know they were leaving the party over an hour ago. They were probably fast asleep by now, and I wanted to keep it that way. The entire club would know that Lily and I had taken our relationship to the next level soon, but I was enjoying our privacy for now. I didn’t want to wake anyone up and have them speculating about why we smelled like sex and couldn’t stop touching each other.

She elbowed me. “He’s had a long day and he’s tired.” Lily crouched down, slapping her hands against her thighs, “Come on, boy.”

His tail wagged. Twice.

This was the dog she’d been so excited to get home to? “I’ve never seen such a lethargic mutt in my life.”

She shot me a glare. “He’s not lethargic. He’s conserving energy so he can pounce on your rude ass. Get up, Brahma. Come meet Bull.”

“Brahma?” I asked. Being from Texas, I was all too familiar with the breed of bull, and couldn’t help but make the connection to my road name. “Did you name him after me?”

“Absolutely not.” She did her best to sound offended, but couldn’t quite hide her smile. “I was mad at you. If I attached your name to something, I’d want to kick it, and I’d never abuse a dog. I might have turned a picture of you into a dart board in my room, though.”

I chuckled. “I probably deserved that.”

The dog finally rose and waddled over to Lily.

“Look at his coloring. He looks like a Brahma. He’s tough and scary like one, too. Aren’t you my big, terrifying protector?” She scratched under his chin and his tongue about hit the floor.

When Lily stood, he wandered over to me, sniffed my hand, and then plopped himself down at my feet to roll over and show me his belly.

“Big, terrifying protector, my ass.” I said.

Lily scooted closer to me, brushing my arm with her fingertips. It’s like she didn’t want to stop touching me, and I understood the feeling all too well. I brushed against her.

“Brahma has this great sneak attack. He pretends to be all sweet and loving, but when you bend down to scratch him, he goes for you jugular. He’s trying to get you down to his level. It’s a ploy.”

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