by Stasia Black
Bull.
Heading straight toward her. It was huge. It had giant shoulders and a giant hump on its back. Holy shit.
“Run!” Hunter shouted.
Isobel didn’t need to be told twice. She started sprinting toward the fence.
The bull was already halfway across the field, though, and her second of hesitation had cost her. He seemed to be gaining on her and she pushed harder. The ground was uneven though. If she tripped or fell, she’d be trampled.
She watched the ground trying to avoid any divots or dips in the field. She looked over her shoulder. The bull was far too close. Shit. He couldn’t be gaining on her.
People ran with bulls all the time in Spain. So a human could outrun one. Right?
Right?
She looked forward. The fence was close now. Maybe twenty feet.
The bull bellowed behind her.
Ten feet.
Hunter had jumped up on the fence and reached out his arms. “Run,” he kept shouting, features screwed up in terror. “Run.”
The roaring bull noises got closer than ever behind her but she didn’t dare risk losing momentum by looking back. When she got close to the fence she jumped, reaching for Hunter’s arms even as he stretched over the fence toward her.
He caught her and dragged her over the top of the fence. Their momentum kept carrying them and the next thing she knew, she was flying toward the ground. She landed on her back and Hunter collapsed over her, his chest to hers. He barely stopped himself from smashing into her by catching himself with his hand on the grass beside her.
Isobel blinked hard and gasped, her breath having been knocked out of her.
“Are you okay?” Hunter asked, his eyes frantically searching her face. Then he pulled back and grabbed her cheeks. “Isobel, focus on my finger.”
He lifted his index finger and waved it back and forth in front of her face. She followed his finger with her eyes, feeling ridiculous. She would have told him how ridiculous he was if she had the breath to speak with.
Instead she just flopped her head back against the grass as Hunter demanded, “Tell me if it hurts,” while he felt down one arm and then the other, then ran his hands up and down her legs.
When he started up the thigh of the second leg she sat up and knocked his hand away. She took a deep breath and finally got enough air to say, “Normal to have,” she gasped in more air, “two near-death experiences in two weeks,” another gulp of air, “on this job?”
She closed her eyes and focused on getting several deep breaths. “Should have read the fine print.”
She smiled and reached a hand out for Hunter to help her to her feet but he wasn’t laughing at her joke. No, he was glaring.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“Excuse me?” Isobel asked, affronted.
“I was waving my arms and yelling at you for a full thirty seconds before you started running. What the hell else do you think this—” he waved his arms in an overexaggerated motion that had to be tugging on his back stitches— “means?”
Was he seriously saying it was her fault that she almost got trampled by a bull?
“Are you blaming me for that?”
“You never enter a situation where you don’t know the variables. The first thing you ask when you’re dealing with cows is if there are any uncastrated males around.”
“Well I didn’t see you asking!” Isobel yelled back at him, finally getting to her feet on her own.
Hunter took a step forward like he was going to yell something else but he couldn’t think of anything to say.
Instead, he turned on his heel and stomped back toward the four-wheeler they’d used to get out to the field.
Well, he wasn’t the only one who got to be pissed and act like a preschooler. She stalked over to the four-wheeler and got on the seat ahead of Hunter. She felt more than a little smug satisfaction when his arms had to snake around her waist so he wouldn’t fall off.
While she’d been overly cautious on the way out to the pasture to be careful not to go too fast because of Hunter’s back, now she had no such qualms. She gunned it along the uneven dirt path all the way back to the farm house.
Hunter’s arms tightened around her reflexively and for some stupid reason, it made her smile. It was nice to be in the driver’s seat for once where Hunter was concerned. He always made her emotions fly all over the map.
As soon as they got back to the house, however, Hunter was vaulting off the four-wheeler and stomping up to the door. He about banged the thing off its hinges before the owner came out.
Hunter immediately lit into him for not warning them about the bull.
The owner hemmed and hawed about how the bull had never hurt anyone and was docile.
Isobel couldn’t help arching her eyebrow at that and Hunter went through the roof. “Well you and your docile bull can find another veterinarian because I refuse to work for someone who endangers the life of my staff.”
Hunter pulled out the check the man had written him earlier and ripped it in half before flinging it in the air. It fluttered to the ground as he turned and stalked away from the farm house.
Isobel just lifted her eyebrows again at the farmer because, well, what was there to say after that? She hurried to follow Hunter back to the truck.
His mood had not mellowed any, if the way he slammed his door and yanked his seatbelt on were any indication.
He was riding as a passenger since his back still wasn’t healed up enough to lean back against the seat and Isobel tried to get him to rest in between stops. Not that she thought he’d be doing much resting at the moment. She pulled her seatbelt on and put the truck into reverse, executing a three-point turn in the wide gravel driveway and then heading back out onto the road home.
She’d heard that saying before—the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Well, she thought she might need a hacksaw for how tense things were in the cab of the truck. Hunter looked strung so tight that he’d snap with the slightest provocation.
So she really should have known better before asking, “Was it really necessary to ream that guy out so bad? It was probably just an honest mistake, him forgetting to tell us about the bull.”
Maybe it was the devil in her, wanting to poke the bull beside her, because he immediately erupted.
“Mistake? You call that a mistake? That asshole almost got you killed and you think it’s just a fucking mistake?”
“Whoa, chill out.” She waved one hand at him.
“Both hands on the wheel,” he snapped.
Oh he did not just—
“I know how to drive, thank you very much.” Picking. He was always picking at something. Yes, he might be further along the path in life than her but that didn’t mean she was stupid. “And I know how to take care of myself. I saw the bull without any of your help. You yelling and calling all that attention probably just made him start running faster.”
“Me. Yelling?” He enunciated each word and then angled his whole body toward her. “If I hadn’t been yelling, you would have kept your nose up that cow’s ass until the bull was trampling you. If I hadn’t been there you’d be a goddamned—”
He took a deep breath but Isobel was already incensed.
“What?” She looked over at him furiously. “I’d be a what?”
“Pull over,” Hunter snapped.
“What?” Isobel looked back at the road, then checked her mirrors. It was empty blacktop on all sides.
“I said pull over.”
“Why?”
“Goddammit for once can you just do what I ask?”
“Fine!” Isobel yelled, slowly applying the break and bringing the truck to a stop on the side of the road. She jammed it into park and then glared at Hunter while crossing her arms over her chest. “Why are we stopped?” she demanded.
“Because it’s not safe to argue while you’re driving.”
“Ok,” she threw up her hands. “Now I’m so incompetent I c
an’t even drive your precious truck right?”
“Stop putting words in my mouth. That’s not what I—”
“You know what?” She swiveled back around to face front. “You don’t want me distracted while I drive? Then how about we just don’t talk at all?”
She reached for the gear shift to put the car back into first but Hunter grabbed her hand.
“Goddammit, woman.”
She swung her head toward him, glaring daggers. So help her God, if he said one more thing about her driving or—
And then Hunter was kissing her.
He yanked her roughly into his arms and his mouth demanded response.
And oh God, she couldn’t help but give it to him.
“You don’t know how fucking terrified I was,” he whispered frantically before kissing her again. Then he pushed her back against the car door, his elbow honking the truck’s horn, but he apparently didn’t care because he didn’t stop.
He was wrong. She thought of the blood that had covered her arms when he’d collapsed in front of her. She did have some idea just how scared he’d been.
Thinking of that moment and then having him, hot and alive and demanding in her arms— Suddenly her need to have him was all consuming. Her core throbbed with needing it. Needing him. Needing to be filled.
Her hands scrabbled down to his belt. A second later, she was pulling his cock out. He was hot and hard in her hand. She squeezed him and he jerked in her fingers.
Oh God, that giant cock of his. She wanted to lick it and nip it and tease it, but even more, she wanted it inside her.
“Christ,” he swore, his hands just as frantic to pull down her jeans and underwear. She lifted her butt so he could yank them down her thighs and off her feet.
As soon as she was free, Hunter pushed her legs open wide and positioned his cock at her pussy. He didn’t even hesitate a second before shoving in. There were no sweet words. No preparation. He just speared her against the car seat.
Isobel moaned and threw a hand up against the back window. If anyone was driving by, if anybody saw them— But the next moment she couldn’t care because oh God, he felt so good inside her.
“Harder,” she commanded, shoving her pelvis up toward him as soon as he pulled back.
“Baby,” was all he said before thrusting into her so hard his balls slapped her pussy.
“Yes,” she cried out. “More. Fuck me harder. Hunter, I need it. I need you so bad. You don’t know. You don’t know.”
She kept saying it over and over because he didn’t know—couldn’t know. How bad she needed this from him. After such a run of shit luck in her life and then to have almost lost him, too? She needed him to make love to her so hard that he fucking marked her. So that it felt real. With him fully aware of who was underneath him.
Maybe he felt a little of what she was feeling. Because the next thing she knew, he pulled out and then lifted her by her waist so that she was spread out beneath him on the long bench seat.
His eyes were dark and almost feral as he looked down from above her. Mr. Nice Guy Veterinarian that everyone else thought they knew had left the building. Or the truck, as it were. Instead here was a man who excited Isobel more than any other ever had before.
“I’m going to take every one of your holes until you know who you belong to. You’re fucking mine.”
Her nostrils flared at that. Okay, she couldn’t decide if that was the hottest thing she’d ever heard or the most chauvinistic, but him dropping to an awkward perch on the floorboard and starting to eat her out was definitely winning him brownie points toward the hottest lover of the year award. Or you know, the century.
“Oh shit,” she couldn’t help cursing, dropping her hand and winding it in one of the seatbelts. Hunter had latched on her clit and that plus the sight of his dark head buried in her pussy—
Oh God, oh God, yes. Don’t stop. Never stop. Never, ever, ever—
The hand not twisted in the seatbelts dropped to his head and she shamelessly thrust her pelvis into his face as her climax hit. One pulse of heat, then two. And she held it, that fucking perfect explosion of everything, the center of light and heat and—
When she finally sagged back against the seat, Hunter was moving, scrambling in the cramped space.
“Goddamn, I love it when you fuck my face like that. Do you know how crazy you make me? My dick is hard as fucking iron. I’m always having to hide stiffies around you. Not anymore.”
He slid her even further down the seat and shoved her shirt up. Then he yanked down her bra to expose her breasts. “That’s right,” he hissed out. “Love those beautiful titties of yours.”
He leaned forward and rubbed his cock in the valley between her breasts. Then he massaged and pressed her breasts together until her cleavage made a tight channel around his cock.
He thrust back and forth several times. Seeing his cock jump toward her face from between her breasts—God, why was that so freaking hot? Even though she’d just come, the sight of him using her body for his pleasure like that, holy shit.
She stuck out her tongue to lick the slit of his cock the next time he thrust forward through her breasts and his whole body jolted.
“Christ, I need your mouth, Bel. I need every inch of you.” He shifted so that his cock was right at her mouth. He grabbed it and rubbed it back and forth over her lips, teasing her.
“Tell me you want it.” His voice was so low and gruff and full of lust that Isobel would swear she almost spontaneously orgasmed on the spot.
In answer, she dropped her mouth open wide and sucked him inside.
“Shiiiit,” he swore as his hips jackhammered forward, almost like he couldn’t stop himself. Isobel didn’t mind. She loved him like this. Unrestrained. Free in a way he could only be with her. Completely real.
She swallowed around him and he swore. He grabbed her head, but instead of using it to shove deeper down her throat, he stroked her hair. “Fuck baby, that’s so good. Do you know how good that is? Christ your throat’s like a vise. I just want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.”
He emphasized each fuck you with a thrust of his hips. The juxtaposition of his gentle hand at her head and his fat cock forcing its way in and out of her mouth, making her drool all down his shaft and over his balls—Isobel couldn’t help groaning little needy moans around his cock. And when she did that it seemed to make him even crazier.
“Fuck, that’s right baby. Let me know how much you love my fat cock. That’s right. Christ, this is the best hummer— Isobel, shit, I’m gonna— Not yet— I—"
With a growl, Hunter pulled himself away from Isobel’s mouth, using her shoulders to hold her still because she kept chasing after him with her tongue. He’d been about to blow and she wanted to taste him and suck him dry and make him beg at her mercy and—
He glared down at her like he knew what she’d meant to do. But the next second he was leaned down and kissing her so deep, she could taste herself on his lips.
“Fucking vixen,” he whispered, and then thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth in an imitation of fucking.
Her legs squeezed together but then she realized—wait, that’s stupid. She had the hottest fucking man in the universe above her. She reached for his cock and tried to guide him back inside her but was only met with his dark chuckle.
“Oh no you don’t.” He pulled his hips back from her grasping touch. Her eyes flashed up to his in confusion.
“I told you I was taking all of you. Right now.”
His meaning barely had time to register before he was grabbing her and flipping her over on the car seat. “Hands and knees,” he bit out.
Holy shit, he wasn’t really going to— His hands were immediately on her ass, massaging the fleshy globes in his hands.
She squeezed her eyes shut in horror. Her giant ass was in his face. He must be disgusted. She should just turn back around—
But when she made a move, his hand came down in a thwack across her left bu
tt cheek. She yelped and jumped on the seat.
“Goddamn but I love this ass. Do you know how many nights I’ve spent dreaming and jerking off over thoughts of this ass?” She felt his warm breath against her flesh and then his teeth nipped and bit at her, up and down all over her ass. She yelped but he just gripped two handfuls again and growled low.
“After the hotel and knowing what your sweet mouth and pussy felt like, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. Maybe if I’d claimed you completely you’d stop playing these fucking games with me.” He gave her ass another sharp smack.
“The hotel?” Her voice barely came out above a whisper as she looked over her shoulder at him. Did that mean he— “You remember that night?”
His mouth dropped open and his eyes narrowed. “You thought I forgot it?” The question was a mixture of disbelief and anger.
“You didn’t say anything!”
“Neither did you.”
She just stared at him. So he remembered. And he— He—
“You drove me so fuckin’ insane that night.” He kept her gaze as he dipped a finger in her pussy and dragged it along to press at her back entrance. “Now it’s my turn.”
He remembered that night. And he’d known it was her.
Her.
He’d called her gorgeous. He loved her body.
It seemed so obvious now with his body so hot on hers. They were a match. This was right. It always was between them. So why had it been so hard for her to believe it? Why was it always so hard to believe the good stuff?
He sank one knuckle, then two inside her. She clenched around him and moaned, her sex clenching too. Oh God, oh fuck, it was so hot. Was he really going to take her there? Would he fit? Would it hurt?
She was so caught up in him, in the craziness of everything they were doing, she didn’t care. She wanted it to hurt if it meant what he said was true. If it meant it would mark her as his. She’d never belonged anywhere. And he wanted her to belong with him. God, that night in the hotel, he’d said he loved—
Nope. Couldn’t think about that right now. Every nerve was on sensation overload. So instead she tried to shut her brain down and rely instead on her body and what it wanted.
And what it wanted was: “More,” she groaned, twisting restlessly on the finger he had up her ass. “More, Hunter. You said you’d take me. Stop fucking around and do it.”