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  There was no way I wanted to hear what he had to say. Not when I was close to crying. I was done letting people hurt me, and I sure as hell didn’t want Bull seeing it.

  I was backing my car out when Bull exploded through the back door of the bar. He bellowed my name and started toward me. Ignoring him, I slammed my foot on the gas and shot out of the parking lot.

  God, I felt like I was going to be sick.

  I truly never thought Bull would ever—could ever—hurt me.

  I’d been wrong again.

  Chapter Twelve

  Quinn

  My phone had been lit up nonstop for the past few hours. I’d ignored it, hadn’t listened to the messages or read any texts.

  They’d finally stopped because my phone had died…along with my car.

  I didn’t think I’d ever been this cold in my life.

  Instead of going home, where Bull might try to talk to me, I’d driven around for so long that I’d run out of freaking gas. I’d parked at a rest area halfway between Rocktown and Springhaven, where no one would find me, and when I tried to leave, my car wouldn’t start. And now, not only had I been cheated on for the fifth time, I was going to die of hypothermia.

  It wasn’t rational, the way I’d run off—I knew this in a distant kind of way—but every fear, every doubt I’d had about myself had felt like a weight dropping out of the sky and landing on my shoulders, so heavy the ground had collapsed beneath my feet.

  I’d already been shaky after seeing that picture of Bevan and Tonya. Seeing Bull with Lynette had been more than I could handle in one night.

  I kind of felt like I was being flayed alive as old wounds tore open one by one, each horrific betrayal and rejection playing over in my head in a loop.

  You’re not good enough. You’ll never be good enough.

  I’d only planned to sit there for a little while until I pulled it together, but then my thoughts had spiraled.

  I’d sat too long without my jacket, and now my hands wouldn’t work. I didn’t think I could move. I’d have been crying if my tear ducts hadn’t been frozen.

  Light hit the back window of my car, tires crunching on the gravel before skidding to a stop.

  A door slammed. Heavy boots, someone in a hurry, kicked up stones that tinged off my hubcaps as they ran to the driver’s side of my car.

  I squeezed my eyes shut because I knew who it was and I didn’t want him to see me like this.

  The door was wrenched open and then Bull was there.

  “What the fuck, Quinn—” His words stalled out as he got a look at me. “Sweets, Christ, you’re frozen.”

  I tried to pull away, but the effort was futile as he tugged me out of my seat and into his arms.

  “Where’s your coat?” he asked, pulling off his own and shoving my arms in the sleeves before zipping it up. “Fuck, Quinn, you could have died out here.”

  I was lifted, carried to his truck that was still running. It was warm inside, and I curled into myself as he shut me in. I watched, detached, through the windshield as he grabbed my phone and keys and locked up my car then climbed in with me.

  Without a word, he cranked up the heater and tore out of the rest area onto the road, heading back to Rocktown.

  He kept sliding glances my way, but I kept my eyes trained out the front window.

  “What were you trying to do, baby? Sitting there like that?”

  His voice was that mix of soft and rough and sent pleasurable tingles down my spine. How pathetic was that…was I?

  I was starting to thaw out and could actually unhinge my jaw. “M-my c-car d-died and m-my p-phone d-died, too.”

  “Fuck,” he bit out. “When I think what could have happened…” His big fingers were curled tight around the steering wheel, knuckles white in the glow of the dashboard lights. “What’s going on in that head of yours, sweets?”

  I ignored the question. “Just take m-me h-home.”

  We were quiet the rest of the way, and I thought he’d let me get out of the truck on my own when we pulled up at my house, but he was out before I was, striding around to open my door.

  “Leave me, I’m f-fine.” I was cold and humiliated. I didn’t want Bull’s hands on me, his warmth, his scent. It hurt too much. I just wanted to be alone.

  But then my knees almost gave out when I jumped down. Bull growled and scooped me up into his arms and strode to the house, using my keys to open the door. Warmth hit us as soon as we walked in.

  “Where’s Mase?”

  “Crashing on Dane’s couch. I didn’t tell him about you running off, but I needed to leave. Dane said he’d take care of him.”

  I pushed at his chest when we walked into the living room, and he let me slip to my feet, keeping his hand on my arm to steady me. I tried to unzip his jacket to give it back to him, but he grabbed the front and held it shut.

  “Keep the damn jacket on.”

  I forced myself to look up at him. “You can leave, Bull. D-don’t let me keep you f-from Lynette.”

  He growled again, picked me up, and planted me on the couch then dragged the blanket off the back and tucked it around my legs.

  He paced away then back, fingers shoved in his hair, eyes wild. “You’ve got it all wrong. Jesus.” He ate up the distance between us and went down to his knees, one hand going to the back of the couch, the other arm caging me in. “I’m not interested in her—”

  “You used to be. You were sleeping with her when I moved back,” I said, voice devoid of emotion.

  “That was nearly four fucking months ago, Quinn. That’s how long it’s been since I was with her, since I’ve been with anyone.”

  I blinked up at him in shock. “But…” I shook my head. “She was in your lap. I saw her.”

  “But you didn’t stick around to see me lift her right back off again and tell her I wasn’t interested. No, you took off.”

  “I thought…I thought that—”

  “I know what you thought. You seriously think I’d fuck you over like that? Christ, Quinn.”

  I chewed my lower lip, stomach in knots. “She’s beautiful. I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to be with her.”

  “Don’t want her. I just want you. The whole time I sat there with your brother I just wanted to come find you. Christ, Quinn, you’re the only woman I want.”

  My heart started to race.

  “Shit, sweets, I’m sorry I made you feel any different.” He cupped the side of my face, tilting my chin back, making me look at him. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. But you can trust me. I’m not your ex. I don’t fuck around. I make a promise, I keep it.”

  I realized in that moment just how deeply I’d been affected by my past. I mean, I knew it to a certain degree—of course I did—but tonight, the way I’d reacted, how I’d felt, had been kind of intense.

  And doubting Bull, of all people, when I knew he wasn’t like that. “I’m sorry,” I whispered then leaned in, closing the small gap between us, and pressed my cold lips to his warm ones. “I’m so sorry.” I kissed him again.

  Bull made a sound like a wounded animal and tugged me off the couch and carried me up the stairs. I felt a shudder rack him. “I thought you’d gone off with some asshole, that you were letting another man put his hands on you, his mouth on yours. I was out of my mind trying to find you.”

  I pressed my face in the crook of his warm neck. “I was hurt and lashed out. It was stupid. I…I don’t want anyone else either. Just you.”

  He lowered me to the floor and tore the zipper of his jacket down, pulling it off my arms and tossing it aside. His eyes flashed as he tugged my shirt up and over my head and my jeans down my legs.

  “No one touches you but me,” he rumbled.

  I nodded, feeling breathless.

  In only my underwear, Bull ushered me into bed and pulled the covers over me, tucking me in.

  “You’re not…you won’t leave me, will you?”

  His chest was pumping and his eyes were bright. “Not going a
nywhere, sweets. A tornado couldn’t tear me from this room.”

  He reached back and pulled off his shirt.

  I watched as he stripped, only leaving his boxer briefs on. The muscles in his massive inked chest and thighs, his biceps, danced as he prowled toward me and climbed in, pulling me in tight to his body. “Put your feet between my calves.”

  I did as he said and wriggled closer. Being this close to Bull, it didn’t take long for a low throb to start between my thighs. I squeezed them together restlessly.

  He rubbed his big, hot, rough-skinned hand over my back. “I know it aches, sweets, and once I warm you up, I’m going to make it better.”

  I let out a shuddery breath. “I’m warm.”

  He chuckled. “Your skin’s like ice.”

  That began twenty minutes of divine torture. His massive body radiated heat and it seeped into my bones, making me melt, while those big hot hands moved over me, offering warmth and comfort. And all the while his hard cock was pressed between us like molten steel.

  One of his hands slid to my butt and squeezed in a way that was possessive and exciting. I shivered.

  “You still cold?” he rumbled.

  “No.”

  “That pussy getting wet before I even touch it?” he rasped.

  “Yes.”

  Now it was his turn to shudder. “Fuck, I want to take this slow, but thinking I almost lost you tonight, then knowing that I actually could have…don’t think I can.”

  His hand slipped between my thighs and he growled softly. “Tell me you trust me? Tell me you know I’d never hurt you. I need to hear it. The fact you even believed I’d, shit…I almost lost my mind knowing you thought that I could hurt you that way.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. “Tell me.”

  “I do, I trust you,” I said, turning to him, seeking his mouth, but honestly, I wasn’t sure I knew how to trust anyone anymore.

  He rolled us with a groan, covering me with the heat and weight of his body like he couldn’t get enough contact. His mouth hovered over mine, his ragged breaths mingling with mine.

  “Please, I don’t want you to go slow,” I said, my lips gliding against his. I didn’t want to talk, to think anymore. I just wanted to feel.

  He curled an arm under my shoulders, his other hand in my hair, and he finally kissed me, really kissed me. It was deep and all-consuming, his tongue dueling with mine, his hold unyielding.

  I was cocooned in his arms, covered by his body, and I wanted more, wanted to get closer when I wasn’t sure that was possible. Still, I tried, wrapping my legs around his hips and shoving my hands under the waistband of his boxer briefs, digging my fingers into his firm butt cheeks and grinding up against him.

  He pressed his hips forward in reply, giving me the contact, the friction, I was desperate for. He was huge and hard and so hot. He released my hair and reached around, undoing my bra before leaning back enough to tear it down my arms.

  His gaze dropped to my chest. “Look at you. Fuck, sweets, so pretty.” He dropped his head and pressed kisses to the undersides of my breasts, over my tattoos there before moving back up and sucking a nipple into his mouth. I cried out as he worked it until I was writhing then doing it all over again to the other side.

  He teased me until I was so turned on my brain felt scrambled, and then he moved lower, pressing sucking kisses down my ribs as he tugged my panties down my legs.

  His breath puffed against the inside of one of my thighs a moment before he flung one of my legs over his shoulder and pressed his mouth to my aching core.

  The fingers of one hand were wrapped around my outer thigh, holding my leg in place as he slid his tongue through my center. The fingers of his other hand spread me wide for his tongue, and he lapped at my slick flesh again before opening his mouth over me and kissing me with the same hunger he’d just kissed my mouth.

  I arched and cried out again, fisting his hair with one hand and tearing at the sheets with the other. “Oh God, Logan. I’m going to—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence as I began to clench and release, clench and release against his mouth. I sobbed my way through my orgasm, Bull working me with his lips and tongue the whole time, until I finally collapsed back.

  Bull flipped back the covers and reached for his jeans, this time producing a condom. He shoved his underwear down at the front and his massive cock sprang free. God, angled down by its own impressive weight, it was beautiful, all long and smooth and pink and thick. The sound of foil tearing came next, and I watched as he rolled the latex down his hard length, chest pumping, fingers shaking.

  My legs fell open, spreading wider on their own, desperate to feel him inside me. Bull saw this and a muscle in his cheek ticked before he fell on me like a man starved. He slid a knee up, using it to keep me spread for him, and gripped his cock, dragging the fat head between my folds.

  “Ready, baby?”

  “Yes, please. I need you inside me.”

  He cursed then the tip was pushing inside, stretching me in a delicious way, making me moan. He covered me again fully, and I grabbed his ass, feeling the flex and release as he eased in an inch then withdrew, then more before retreating again, driving me wild.

  “You feel so good. So tight and hot and perfect,” he gritted out.

  I was incapable of speech at that point and whimpered incoherently.

  His mouth stayed against mine, not kissing, just stroking, like he couldn’t bear not to have every part of him touching every part of me.

  “I shouldn’t even be here between these gorgeous thighs. I sure as fuck don’t deserve it. Being inside you will probably send me straight to hell. A sin I can’t ever come back from. But not having you, not sinking inside you? Impossible. Fuck, sweets, I’ve been burning with how much I want you. Either way I’d be reduced to ash.”

  I clung tighter, trying to comprehend what he’d just said, but too lost in the feel of Bull sliding in the last inch, filling me in a way I never knew was possible, to really hear him.

  He started moving slow and deep, face buried against the side of my neck, his muscles jumping, body trembling against mine with the effort to go slow.

  I didn’t want slow. I turned my head, mouth going to his ear. “You’re so big.” I moaned. “God, so hard. I never want you to stop.”

  He shook harder. “You talk like that and I’ll lose control.” He puffed out a harsh breath. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

  “You won’t. I won’t break. Fuck me, Logan, please. Like I know you want to.”

  He growled and the last thread of his control broke. He moved faster, harder, going deeper. His big, muscled body pressed into mine, owning it. Fucking me.

  Biceps bulging, he lifted to his arms and looked down between us, watching his long, thick length move in and out of me, filling me. A shudder rolled through him. “Fuck,” he growled, then he came back down, and I gasped as he went deeper still, filling me harder, faster.

  The thick base of his cock started working my clit over and over again, and there was no stopping the intense feeling building between my thighs.

  I started coming again almost instantly, clenching madly around the hard, relentless flesh thrusting into me.

  He snarled and kept going, harder, wilder with each roll of his hips.

  “Jesus fucking Christ.” His thrusts grew erratic, his ass going rock solid under my hands, and then he was pulsing heavily inside me, groaning as he came in a way that left us both breathless.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bull

  I had no idea what to call what we’d just done, what to name it, but it wasn’t just sex. Even now, spent and barely able to catch my breath after coming so hard I didn’t know which way was up, I was still trying to get closer to her. My hips were smashed into hers, semihard cock still buried inside her, mouth working the side of her throat on the way to her sweet little mouth.

  I was fucking bewitched.

  Quinn had me addicted to her after being inside he
r once and I wasn’t sure how I was coming back from it.

  “Okay?” I forced out after pressing my lips to her soft, pliant ones. The taste, the feel of those lips on mine was just as addictive as being inside her. Yeah, I’d been rougher than I should have been, but, Christ, I couldn’t hold back, not when she grabbed my ass and tried to force me deeper, begging for more.

  But then giving her what she wanted was all that drove me lately. This was no different. Shit, I still couldn’t believe she wanted me. That she chose me to be the one to make her feel good.

  She smiled up at me, open and bright. “Yeah, Bull, I’m most definitely okay.”

  My gut tightened, breath coming out in a rush from the sight of that gorgeous smile. “I thought I might’ve been too rough?” I said, because hurting her in any way would probably have killed me.

  I thought about the way I’d found her earlier and fear and anger knotted inside me. If I ever laid eyes on that fucker Bevan, I’d lay him out flat. Quinn had almost frozen to death in her car after running from me. She’d assumed the worst instantly. He’d done that to her when he did what he had, and he’d decimated her own self-worth in the process.

  She truly believed she wasn’t worth it, that she wasn’t enough. She was still in pain, so insecure, struggling to trust even me.

  If I could make it better, if I could scrub that prick from her mind, I would.

  Quinn wriggled and I realized I was still on top of her, crushing her small body with my massive one. I slid out of her carefully, rolled to the side, removed the condom, tossed it in the trash, and dragged her back against me.

  Nope, not ready to let her go yet.

  Quinn liked to cuddle, and since I was all about giving her what she wanted, I did just that.

  She rested her hand on my chest. “You weren’t too rough. I loved it. I loved everything you did to me.”

  Jesus, she was sweet and sexy. Everything about her, even what she’d just said was a combination of both. I wanted to kiss her, keep on kissing her.