“I’m nervous, these people are important to you, aren’t they?”

“Yes, but not as important as Luke and you two get along like a house on fire.”

Isabella sat next to him in his truck as they drove under the Tebow ranch sign. “Yes, but these are grownups. I can’t charm them with a bedtime story and bubbles in the tub.”

“I’m sure you could, but don’t you dare try. I don’t want to have to fight these cowboys off you with a stick.”

She shook her head at his teasing. He should know by now that she had eyes for no other man. “I appreciate you doing this. With all the information you’ve given me and the promotional opportunities, we should be able to foster some valuable contacts for Terra Dura.”

“Great, that was the plan.” He handed her a piece of paper from the console between their seats. “This is a list of upcoming rodeos. If you could get someone to design a banner, we could purchase some advertising spots in the arenas.”

“Thank you, I’ll do some research.” She placed the paper in her bag.

“Have you talked to your uncle?”

His question caught her off guard. “Yes, yesterday. He wanted to know when I was coming home.” Isabella hated the words as soon as they came out of her mouth.

“What did you tell him?”

“I…said I didn’t know. What should I have said?”

He didn’t answer her. Their arrival at the McCoy’s home disrupted the conversation. “First, we’ll meet with Aron and Lance, the ranch foreman,” he told her as they passed the main house and headed west of the barns and other outbuildings. “Once we finish with them, there are a few other folks I’d like you to meet.”

“Okay, whatever you say is fine with me.” As he found a parking place, Isabella couldn’t help but wonder what Bull thought about her uncle’s call. He’d said he loved her. Didn’t that mean they would be together?

A longing to talk to Renata swept over Isabella. She and her friend had exchanged several short calls and a few emails but that was all. After her trip to Texas turned into an extended stay, Isabella had asked her friend to take Lola to her home. Once she officially moved in with Bull, she’d bring the dachshund to Texas. “You do like dogs, don’t you?” she asked as they approached the ranch administration office.

“Yes, I like dogs.” He looked at her a little strangely.

“Bull! Hold up!” A man came galloping up on horseback. “Miss Cortez, good to see you. I’m Josh Long, we met the other night at Isaac’s place.”

Isabella nodded, recalling his face from among the people she’d been introduced to at Hardbodies. She remembered him because of his close resemblance to Adam Cartwright on her favorite Western series, Bonanza. “Hello. Yes, you’re married to the lovely Emma.”

“I am and I don’t mind being known for that at all.” His horse danced in place, anxious to be on his way. “Redford, I wanted to forewarn you about something.”

“Sounds ominous. If you’re going to be looking for another job, my offer still stands. I could use someone as knowledgeable about the industry as you are.”

“Well, thank you, Bull. I’m happy here at the moment.” He glanced at his surroundings, causing Isabella to follow his gaze. The ranch was well-kept and bustling with activity. “Tebow is a good place to work and Emma’s happy in Kerrville. Leakey is a little off the beaten path for her.”

“I understand.” Bull was sympathetic. “If you ever change your mind, just say so. You’d be the kind of employee I could trust to step into my shoes if need be.”

Isabella studied Bull’s strong face as he visited with his friend. He looked tired. She knew he had more work than he could manage and entertaining her was taking up a lot of his time. How inconsiderate she was being. She could be making herself useful, the learning curve in his business wouldn’t be insurmountable for her. Isabella resolved to bring the subject up when they were alone.  

“So, what’s on your mind, Long?” Bull asked.

Josh smiled as if he had a secret. “I hear rumblings that our names are up for the Cowboy Hall of Fame.”

Isabella squealed and threw her arms around Bull’s neck. “I’m so proud of you!”

Bull accepted the hug, but his expression didn’t change. “No one’s contacted me.”

“Well, they will. I ran into Phil Oden at the stockyard in Fort Worth on Tuesday and he gave me the head’s up. We’re both in the running and they say you’re a shoo-in.” He glanced at Isabella. “This man is the most decorated bull rider in the PBR. He’s a legend.”

Bull held up his right foot. “Some legend. My boots are worn and my pick-up is held together by baling wire. I pour all my extra cash back into the business.”

Josh laughed. “Great cowboys aren’t defined by the size of their bank accounts like CEO’s, Bull. We out rode our competition, defied the odds, and conquered beasts that outweighed us ten-fold.”

Isabella felt a little thrill at Long’s words. It bothered her that Benedict Redford could not see his own worth. When they were married, she would be his partner and Bull would have no more monetary concerns. What she possessed would be his also.

“Nevertheless, get your Western suit pressed. We’ll be attending a party in our honor not too many moons from now.” Josh tipped his hat. “Good to see you, Miss Cortez. I know it’s a daunting task, but try and keep this guy out of trouble.”

“She enjoys my kind of trouble.” Bull kissed Isabella on her cheek. “Don’t you, sweetheart?”

“You’d best be grateful she does.” Josh tugged on the reins to turn his horse toward the pasture. “If you get into too much hot water, give me a call. I owe you one, Redford. I’ll always be in your debt.”

When he was out of earshot, Isabella couldn’t contain her curiosity. “What did he mean?”

Bull opened the heavy glass door so she could enter the building. “Oh, nothing. I got him out of a little scrape once. Before Emma, Josh Long was the Casanova of the rodeo circuit. They called him the cowgirl whisperer. Sometimes his dalliances with the lovely ladies would intersect and backfire on him.” 

“May I help you?” a woman at the front desk asked.

Bull kept his hand on Isabella’s back. “Hey, we’re here to see Lance. I’m Bull Redford and this is Isabella Cortez.”

The receptionist gave Isabella a long look and Bull knew why. Gone was the ingenue and in her stead stood a sophisticated, exotic woman who looked like the millions she was worth.

“Welcome, please follow me. Lance and the big boss are expecting you.”

Isabella thought Tebow Ranch was an impressive place. She could tell the operation was run like the big business it was, a cooperation dealing not only in cattle, but also gas and oil. She’d watched enough reruns of Dallas to know the McCoys were the Ewings of Southfork come to life. Terra Dura was bigger, but it didn’t have the same energy as Tebow.

They followed the receptionist down a green-carpeted hall. The white walls were decorated with awards and candid shots of life on the ranch. She found herself smiling at one photo of several children about Luke’s age standing in front of a fence. They were all dressed in cowboy regalia with big smiles on their faces. Isabella knew she was looking at the next generation of McCoys. She couldn’t help but imagine little ones posed at the gate of Terra Dura, little vaqueros and vaqueras. Luke would need siblings. Many siblings.

“What are you grinning about? Do you see something funny?” Bull asked as he steered her into Lance’s office.

“No, I see the future and it’s wonderful.”

Bull let her mysterious comment go unanswered as he greeted Lance and Aron. “Gentleman. Thanks for seeing us. This is the woman I’ve been telling you about, Isabella Cortez of Terra Dura Ranch.”

Both men stood to shake Isabella’s hand. “It’s an honor, Miss Cortez. I’ve heard nothing but good things about your family’s operation.” Lance indicated a chair. “Please take a seat. You too, Bull. I’m glad you could stop by.”

“I hear congratulations are in order, Lance. I hope you and Tricia will be very happy,” Bull pointed to a picture of a bride on Lance’s desk. “This man just got married.”

“I’m a lucky fellow. Isn’t she beautiful?”

Isabella had to agree. “Yes, she is. Beautiful and very blonde.” She admired the bride’s long golden hair, her hand moving up to touch her own dark locks. Bull’s ex-wife was a blonde too.  

Aron chuckled. “Tricia does stand out in our crowd.” He glanced at Lance. “I think every other Tebow wife or girlfriend has dark hair.”

“Well, Josh’s Emma is redheaded and so is Denver’s new girl, Bryn Harmon,” Lance interjected, completely serious. “Bowie’s Cassie is a blonde.”

“What is this?” Bull asked with a frown. “Are we going to start comparing nail polish colors next?”

Aron held up his hands. “Sorry. Tebow used to be an all-male bastion. Now, we have women and children everywhere. Things change.” He grinned. “And we like it.” Aron offered his hand to Isabella. “I’m Aron McCoy, Miss Cortez.”

Isabella found that she liked these two men very much. “Mr. McCoy, we have a previous association. You sculpted Toro Roca for my father.”

“Oh, I remember, very well. That piece was one of my first.” He walked to a credenza and picked up a coffee pot. “Anyone?” There were no takers, so he poured his own cup, ignoring the cream and sugar. “Your father was an inspiration.” He settled down across from Isabella. “One day while I was working up on that ridge, Romero told me of his dream to take mainstream bullfighting in a new direction.”

Isabella was a bit surprised that her father had confided in the American. “Thank you, I am doing my best to honor his memory.”

“Well, let’s get down to business, shall we?” Bull nudged the trio into a topic change. “Tebow Ranch is known for its superb cattle. I know you’re always looking for outstanding new bloodlines to introduce into your herd and there are no finer seed bulls in the world than those that come from Terra Dura.”

During the next little while, Isabella answered questions about the available stock and their pedigrees. Bull was impressed by her knowledge and her bearing. She was a consummate professional, sure of her standing and confident in the value of what she offered.

As the meeting neared its end, Lance requested some additional information and Aron expressed interest in flying down to see some of the stock firsthand. “I enjoy looking at colorful catalogs and websites, but nothing beats standing near enough to look an animal in the eye.”

“You will be welcome,” Isabella assured him.

Bull noticed she never mentioned Don Luis. He was worried her uncle might not fade into the woodwork as fast as Isabella hoped he would.

A tap on the door drew their attention. Noah McCoy stood there with an older woman and a young Hispanic man. “Excuse me, Aron. Do you have any plans for the Lear in the next few days? I’ve got some loose ends to tie up in Oklahoma concerning Blue Dawn’s adoption.”

Isabella looked curious and Lance satisfied her unspoken query. “My sister Skye is married to Noah. They adopted a baby not too long ago.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful,” she smiled, “Blue Dawn is a beautiful name.”

“Thank you, we’re very proud of her,” Noah acknowledged Isabella’s compliment.

“Take the Lear if you need it,” Aron addressed his brother. “I don’t have anything going on.” He stood once more. “Let me make some introductions here.” Bull stood also. “Noah, I know you’ve met Bull Redford. Sophia, we used to compete on the circuit together. He’s one of the best stock contractors in the business. This lovely lady with him is Isabella Cortez, she’s a breeder of some of the best cattle in Mexico. Miss Isabella, Noah is my younger brother and this is his mother, Sophia Esteban. With them is Mateo Garcia, one of our ranch hands.”

Sophia’s eyes lit up with her smile. “I am very familiar with the Cortez family of Terra Dura. Her family has been considered one of Mexico’s first families for years.”

Bull was surprised to see Sophia bow a bit in deference.

Mateo acknowledged her also. “Your father was my hero. The legend of Terra Dura is known far and wide, Senorita.” The handsome young Mexican kissed Isabella’s hand and Bull frowned. He didn’t like this.

“If there is anything we can do for you while you’re here, you must tell us,” Sophia continued. “To know you have connections to our family is inspiring.”

Isabella hugged Sophia. “Meeting you is my pleasure. Have you spent much time in Mexico?”

She smiled a little sadly. “Yes, many years. I have some happy memories and some very sad ones. Regardless of the time that has passed, I still have many contacts in Mexico. Countless friends.”

“Mother has a whole network of co-conspirators in Mexico,” Noah teased with a shake of his head, “from ladies of the evening to men of the cloth.”

“Shush, Son.” She tapped Noah on the shoulder. “Those friends might come in handy one day, but Miss Cortez is special. Her family is known for their philanthropy, she represents the heart of the Mexican people.” 

“Senorita, if there is ever any way I can serve you, I am at your disposal. Always.”

When Mateo put in his two cents and kissed Isabella’s hand again, Bull decided it was time for them to go. “Well, I hate to break up this party, but Isabella and I have things to do. Is Canyon in his shop today?”

Aron seemed amused at Bull. “You never did play well with others, did you, old man?”

The group moved out of the office and toward the front entrance. Aron bid them adieu and left by another way to return to the main house. Isabella walked next to Sophia and they whispered of a shop the older woman had opened in Kerrville, right next to Lance’s wife’s flower shop, she said, “You’ll have to stop by one day, we’ll all do lunch.”

“I would like that very much,” Isabella agreed, warmed by her reception at Tebow. As they stepped out into the sun, even more people arrived, a man and a woman riding in an old-fashioned horse-drawn wagon. “Oh, how quaint.”

“Another dang McCoy, this place is overrun with them,” Bull teased as he grabbed the harness to one of the horses pulling the wagon. “Joseph, Cady, this is my friend, Isabella Cortez. Isabella, this is the daredevil McCoy and his very patient wife.”

“How do you do?” Isabella smiled at the couple. The man looked very much like Aron, while his wife was a beautiful woman of color.

Noah stepped forward to assist Cady to the ground. Once he did, Isabella could see that Cady was quite pregnant. “Where are you two headed?”

“Down to the river for a picnic. I’d invite you all to join us, but I don’t have enough ham sandwiches to spare.” Joseph eased up to Bull. “I see you took my advice in a most spectacular fashion. Good work, Redford.”

Bull felt his cheeks pinken, remembering Joseph’s words to him the day they watched the heifer be bred. You just haven’t met the right woman, Redford. Don’t judge them all by your ex. “It’s not like that, we’re in business together.”

Isabella tensed. It’s not like that? Last night he’d said he loved her. Today he called her ‘friend’ and ‘business partner’.

Noah and his mother said their goodbyes and Mateo gave her one last admiring look. While Joseph and Lance stood talking to Bull, Cady came to her. “Welcome to Tebow. You are a long way from home.”

Isabella nodded. “Yes, I am from Aguascalientes, a city in central Mexico.”

“Lola misses you and Bonita thinks you are lost.”

“Awww.” Tears came to Isabella’s eyes. “I miss them too.” And then it hit her. “What?” Her mouth went agape. “Are you a bruja?”

“I am a sensitive, an empath.” Cady placed an arm around her. “I just pick up impressions.” She looked at Bull. “You love him.”

“Yes, I do. Very much.” Isabella searched Cady’s face. “He said he loves me too.”

“How could he not? Your spirit is one of the purest I’ve ever seen.”

Isabella shivered. “Your sight is welcome. Do you see my future?”

Cady shook her head. “No, not clearly. I do see a time of testing. You have much love to give and the man who will receive it, he shall be very blessed.”

“Is he the man?” Isabella pointed to Benedict Redford.

Cady gave her a gentle smile. “I cannot tell, there is a cloud obscuring my vision.”

“What does the cloud mean?” Isabella was desperate for assurance.

“Future events, yet undecided. Fate is fluid. Sometimes our destinies are determined by our will. Our intent. This is true power, Miss Cortez. Decide what your fate will be and make it so.” With that bit of sage advice, the mysterious woman went to place a hand on her husband’s arm. The light that sprang to his eyes at her touch was amazing to see.

Isabella stood and pondered Cady’s words until Bull called her name.

“Hey, Isabella, there’s someone else I want you to meet.”

She straightened her shoulders and went to see who her friend and business partner wanted to introduce her to.

“This is my neighbor and best friend, Canyon Brady. Isabella Cortez is from Terra Dura Ranch in Mexico. Her family breeds prime stock.”    

“What a privilege it is to meet you, Mr. Brady.” She gave him a kind smile and a simple squeeze of her hand. “Benedict speaks very highly of you.” As she greeted the big blacksmith, all she could think of was what Bull had told her of Canyon’s losing a child to cancer.

“I’m surprised.” Canyon chuckled. “He’s usually too ornery to have much good to say about anybody.”

Yes, she’d noticed that. In the past few minutes, she’d been demoted yet again. From friend to business associate and now to just an acquaintance who breeds prime stock. If she stayed much longer, she’d fade into obscurity.

“How much longer will you be in Texas, Miss Cortez?”

She met Bull’s eyes. They were unreadable. Cady might not be the only one who could discern the future, she could foresee a very tense ride home, followed by an even more intense discussion. “That remains to be seen, Mr. Brady.”

Bull might be big, but he wasn’t dumb. He could tell their visit had accomplished more than adding another potential client to their list. From the look on Isabella’s face, she wasn’t happy. He’d blown it, not telling his friends they were together, not claiming her as more than a friend or a business associate.

“If you’ll have that trailer your men rolled the other day towed to my shop, I’ll see what I can do to fix it,” Canyon offered, leaning on the fender of Bull’s double-cab dually.

While they spoke, Isabella strolled over to the white wooden fence framing the perimeter of the adjoining field. Her eyes surveyed the lush pastureland, in some ways reminiscent of her own home. While she gazed outward over the landscape, her mind was otherwise occupied. What had changed? How could he be so loving one day and so cool the next? What had she done wrong?

“Thanks, Canyon, I’ll do that. Maybe we can get together in a few days and have a beer.”

After he said goodbye to his friend, Bull opened the driver’s side door of his truck and addressed Isabella. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes,” she said, climbing into her seat. She was ready to leave Tebow. She wasn’t ready to leave Benedict Redford.

The distance from Kerrville to Leakey was less than an hour’s drive. To Bull, it felt like an eternity. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d been given a gift from heaven and he was squandering it. “I think the McCoys liked what you had to say.”

“I think so too.”

He swallowed, trying to find firm ground. Seeing how Noah’s mother and the young Mexican had reacted to Isabella - their admiration, their respect – made Bull realize how far Isabella Cortez was out of his league. She was beautiful. She was rich. She was a celebrity in her country, both as herself and as La Diosa. There was simply no comparison between them, he couldn’t help but feel unworthy and inadequate. “How many acres is Terra Dura?”  

“A little over a half million,” she answered softly.

Bull’s eyes bulged. “Holy merciful mother of…”

Isabella’s heart constricted. “Why?”

“Just curious.” He kept his eyes on the road.

“Are you displeased with me?”

“Oh, Lord, no. How could you think that?”

“You’re acting…strange.” His eyes didn’t look happy.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned aloud. “I’m a fool.” Bull picked up Isabella’s hand and rubbed his lips over the back. “I used to lay in my bed and pray for someone like you. Loving you is like being caught up in an electrical storm, you light up my whole life.”

“Then…why? What did I do?”

Bull cursed under his breath. “You didn’t do a damn thing wrong. I’m just tired.”

“I guess so. You do your regular work on top of arranging all this extra to attract business for Terra Dura, then I keep you up half the night…

“Hey, don’t go cutting into my alone time with you. That’s what makes life worth living.”

“I wish you would let me help you. There’s a lot of things I can do.” She squeezed his hand. “I can ride as well as any vaquero. I can learn your paperwork. I’m here, you need to put me to good use. I could be handy to have around.”

Bull’s hand dropped to the bulge in his pants, kneading it, lifting it. “I can think of something you do very well.”

“I’m serious, Benedict! I don’t want you to work so hard and me sit in the house like a princess or something.”

“Duchess. Not a princess, you’re a duchess.”

Isabella froze. “Is that what this is about?” She could tell by his face that it was. “Do you think I care a fig about some antiquated title? I don’t use the thing. It means absolutely nothing. I just told your ex about it to put her in her place.”

“Well, you did that very well.” He glanced over at her. With those big brown eyes shining over at him, why should he be unhappy about anything? “When it’s just you and me, I don’t think about anything else. Those people today reminded me of how different we are.”

Isabella slid her hand to his upper thigh, rubbing circles that drew nearer and nearer his cock. “I like the differences between us very much.”

“Oh, baby, so do I.” Bull cut his eyes from the road to look at her exquisite face. “Do you want to do something special tonight?”

“I just want to be with you.” She had something special in her mind, something to prove to Benedict Redford how important he was to her.

Seduction.

 

 

 “Isabella, baby, I’m back. Where are you?”

He could smell dinner, some delicious concoction that she’d whipped up just for him. He wandered through the kitchen, but it was empty. Whatever comfort food she’d prepared was waiting in the crockpot, keeping warm.

He could use some comfort about now, this had been a helluva afternoon. He couldn’t remember a day more fraught with trouble.

It had all started when Dax had come to him.

“Boss, I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Esteban. Armando tells me that he’s a crook.”

Bull leaned back in his creaky desk chair and folded his arms over his chest. “What kind of a crook, Dax?”

“Well, Armando says that he’s laundering money for some guys in Mexico. He’s says he’s off-loading drug money from a cartel by buying cheap quarter horses for big dollars. Armando says he’s been bribing gate keepers to hold back horses and even injecting his with anabolic steroids. Armando also says he tortures his bulls, that’s what makes them so mean in the ring.”

“Armando says a lot, doesn’t he?”

Dax looked guilty. “Well, yea.”

“Why are you telling me this, Dax? What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. I just thought we shouldn’t get any more involved with him, having his name linked with Redford Contractors could be detrimental. You’ve used his seed bull and now you’ve bought Hurricane. If he goes down, I don’t want you associated with him in any way.”

“I appreciate that, Dax.” He eyed his foreman. “If Esteban is so bad and Armando is worried, why is he still working for him?”

“Well, his sister is Esteban’s housemaid and Armando is concerned for her. He says Esteban forces himself on his sister and won’t let her leave.”

“Won’t let her leave? He’s holding her captive? Where’s Doff’s widow in all of this? Why is she putting up with him having another woman in the house?”

Dax shook his head. “Armando hasn’t seen the lady in a while.”

“Well, this does sound suspicious.” He shut off his computer and grabbed his Stetson. “Let me go into Kerrville and talk to Sheriff Saucier. Maybe he knows something about Esteban or can at least check things out.”

“Good.” Dax looked sheepish. “Would you tell him about Armando? If something happens I want the authorities to know Armando isn’t involved.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

He’d driven into Kerrville and that’s when things went from bad to worse. Kane was out with two of his deputies on a call and Bull had been forced to just leave a message with his dispatcher for the sheriff to phone him later. As he was leaving the courthouse he’d heard a woman screaming and when he ran to investigate, he realized a man was trying to carjack the woman’s minivan with her baby inside. There were people watching, but no one was doing anything. He’d yelled at one gawker to go get help, then Bull did the only thing he could do. He backed his ears and took care of the situation. The woman was beating at the thief through the window with her fists, desperately trying to stop him from turning the key. She failed and the idiot began to back up and turn the wheel. Bull did the only thing he could think of, he’d taken off after the van, Oreos and all. Before the guy managed to get out of the parking lot, Bull rounded in front of him and faced the van down like a charging bull. When the vehicle went to veer around him, Bull jerked the door open and forced the fool to stop. The screaming baby was saved, the mother was grateful, and he was stoved up and embarrassed. No lawman had arrived in time to help, but someone had taken a damn lot of pictures. 

Right now, he just needed some rest and a little bit of TLC.

“Isabella?” He made for the stairs and that was when he saw it.

An engraved invitation.

A pair of lace panties lay on the bottom step and a matching lace bra hung on the banister. Something told him he had a surprise waiting for him in his room. Holding his breath, he eased open the door and what met his eyes sent Bull’s heart rate sky high.

Isabella lay propped up on his bed wearing the wickedest garment he’d ever laid eyes on. Her luscious wet dream of a body was lovingly encased in a little red corset with see-through lace over her breasts. “Sweet Jesus,” he muttered when he saw her legs were spread and her hand was between them. There was a slit in the garment, right over her pussy and she was touching herself, rubbing circles over her clit.

“Would you like to join me, cowboy?”

Bull almost went to his knees. His cock was instantly hard and throbbing.

To make this erotic scene even more outrageous, she wore her La Diosa mask and her hair was caught up in a high ponytail, just right to wrap around his fist. “You look fuckin’ amazing.”

“I was saving this little outfit for a special occasion.”

“Is this it?” He began to stalk across the room, one step at a time.

“It could be.” She held out her hand. “Come see.”

Bull stripped, he wasn’t careful about it either. Boots and hat flew in opposite directions and his underwear ended up on a blade of the ceiling fan. Once he was naked, his manhood stood out, proud and brutish, pulsing and throbbing at the vision before him. “Do you like playing with yourself?” He was mesmerized as she fingered her pussy, her hips moving with every thrust.

“I like thinking about you while I play. I would do this while we talked on the phone.”

“Really? I wish I’d known that, I would’ve joined you.” Bull went to the bed, straddled her thighs and loomed over her in a kneeling position. His lust was raging. “I like the ponytail, I’m going to use it.” Bull fisted his cock, a tight squeeze up and down the shaft.

Isabella’s lips parted and little panting noises slipped from them. “How will you use it?”

“To hold you in place, to pull your mouth away from me when you forget to breathe.”

“Why would I forget to breathe?” Isabella whispered, mesmerized by his cock. It was right there. She flicked her tongue out and licked the tip.

Bull’s hips jerked. “You’re almost too excited to breathe now. Wait until your mouth is full.”

She whimpered, lifting her head, longing to take him in her mouth.

Bull backed up, just a hair. “Do you want it?”

“Oh, yes, I need it. I need you,” she moaned.

“How much?”

Isabella whimpered again, she could feel herself growing wetter by the second. “Too much.”

“Touch your breasts,” he commanded, falling into a fantasy he’d had for years, one he’d never acted upon. “Pinch your nipples.”

She obeyed, an orgasm already hovering on the horizon.

Bull took his cock in hand and rubbed the head over her lips. When she opened them with a gasp, he pushed the rampant flesh inside. “Oh, fuck me!”

Isabella moaned, tightening her mouth around him and began to suck.

While she drove him crazy, he wrapped her long hair around his hand and tugged, just to hear her moan again. “You like this?”

She nodded, sucking him greedily.

Bull bucked his hips forward, using her ponytail as a rein, thrusting to the back of her throat. Isabella gathered him close, clasping his backside and digging her nails in until he shuddered. As he pumped in and out of her mouth, he seemed to swell even more. Feeling his cum boiling in his balls, he stopped moving, just let her lick and suck while he desperately tried to keep his sanity. “Stop. Stop.” He tightened his hold on her hair and pulled out of her mouth.

“No,” she whimpered.

Sitting back on his heels, he slipped both hands under her knees and pulled her forward. He could see her wet pussy lips glistening through the slit at her crotch. “I want to cum inside you.”

Isabella lifted her hips, needy sounds coming from her mouth. “Yes, please.” Her eyes dropped to his huge, throbbing cock and she started to shake, her thighs quivering. “I’m cumming already and you aren’t even inside me,” she cried in desperation.

“Oh, hell yea.” With fingers digging into her thighs, he thrust inside, a bellow of pleasure echoing in the room. Grinding his pelvis against her clit, Bull massaged her deep within. Isabella widened her thighs, lifted her hips and tried to ride his cock, those bee-stung lips opening wide as she groaned.

“No, no, I’m in charge here. You’ll take what I want to give you and when.”

His commanding voice just excited her more. Despite his threat, he gave her what she needed, surging forward and drilling deep. Over and over. Sliding in and out. Faster and faster. His balls slapping against her backside.

Isabella detonated, waves of euphoria swamping her. He was doing everything just right, filling her up and leaning forward to suck a lace-covered nipple between his lips. Massive shudders rocked her as he kept up the pace and added an evil little twist of his hips that blew her mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he thrust into her so hard and fast that he pushed her repeatedly against the headboard. “I love this. I love you, so much.”

Falling forward, Bull buried his face against her neck, his rush of breath warm on her skin. With her breasts bouncing against his chest and the walls of her sex squeezing him hard, her muscles locked with his in the sweetest embrace. As he surrendered to the inevitable, his goddess milked every drop of cum from his body.

For the longest time, he didn’t budge. Isabella caressed his back, rubbing the sweat-dampened skin. When he could move again, Bull rolled to one side, taking her with him. Lifting a finger to her face, he tugged off the mask. “Why did you wear this?”

“I thought you might like it. You fell in love with La Diosa.”

He put a finger under her chin and lifted it. “I fell in love with you.”

She lay there, looking up into his eyes, willing him to say more. To ask her to stay. To ask her to be his wife. But he didn’t. He kissed her on the lips and left the bed.