“Jesus,” he said, strained. “When ye come, ye fall hard.”
“Your turn.” I shook my head to return to my senses. Under me, his rigid cock strained at his jeans.
He grasped my chin and brought my gaze to his. “Did ye bring condoms?”
I blinked at him. “You don’t have any?”
“Bar’s out. I haven’t bought any in a long time so I don’t have a personal supply.”
“Me neither.” I hadn’t exactly thought that a priority when I’d left Scotland.
I adjusted myself on his lap so I was straddling him, completely naked to his fully clothed state. “I’m sure I can find a way to level the playing field without one.”
Standing, I brought Bull with me, encouraging him to his feet. “Sit there,” I instructed, pointing at a chair.
“Strange how I almost like you ordering me around.” His dark gaze never left me as he dropped into a leather wingback. “I dinna enjoy anyone telling me what to do.”
“Get used to it. Take your dick out.” I waited, a few feet back.
Bull complied, unzipping his jeans and dragging them over his backside then taking himself in hand.
Wow.
Sprawled in his seat, he was the image of a huge alpha male. His dark hair, now loose, fell into his eyes, and his thick beard and his huge body made him so heavily masculine my mouth watered. And that dick…
“You are fucking sexy standing there like that. Hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, then stroked himself root to tip, cupping his balls.
“I was just thinking the same about you. I’ve never seen a man like you.” Advancing on him, I dropped to my knees to the cold stone floor.
“Hands off.” Pushing between his thighs, I took his dick in my hands—the job requiring both—and gave him a long stroke.
Bull grunted encouragement, but I didn’t need it. I was going to blow his mind. If he thought he could resist me before, those barriers would be well and truly destroyed.
In a rapid move, I enclosed the head of his dick with my mouth, sucking hard and sliding down a couple of inches. I used my hand to cover the length I couldn’t get to and braced myself on his chest.
“Fuck,” Bull ground out.
There was something powerful to having such a man at my mercy. I used my tongue on the underside, working him, setting a nice rhythm, and loving the groans coming from him.
Bull took hold of my long hair and wrapped it around his fist. Oh God. I tested his strength, straining against his hold. Without knowing, he’d hit on something I loved in bed, not that I’d slept with many guys who were up for taking instruction. The slight pain of my hair being pulled sent me wild.
I moaned onto his dick and ramped up the pressure. Then I moved my hand to play with his heavy balls.
“Woman.” His deep voice reverberated through his chest. “Ye have no idea…”
His sentence broke off as I shifted up a gear, needing his surrender and needing it fast. I bobbed up and down over his lap, my breasts swaying with every move.
Bull jacked his hips in narrow circles, fucking my mouth. His breathing came ragged, and his grip on me strengthened.
In my mouth, his smooth dick swelled even further, and I knew he was close.
“Autumn, lass, fuck—” He gave a broken roar and thrust hard, then his balls pulsed in my hand.
Down my throat, he came a flood.
Almost as if he hadn’t come in months.
I sucked on him, working him through his orgasm and his aftershocks. Then I sat back on my heels and grinned.
Bull had his head tipped to rest on the leather chair, one arm thrown over his eyes, looking every inch the well-satisfied man. “Fuck,” he said again.
“Glad you enjoyed yourself.” With an irrepressible smile, I leapt up and located my underwear, dressing myself in quick order. “I’ve got to get back.”
He blinked, his hazy gaze focusing on me. “You’re leaving?” Then he stood, reinstating his jeans, and crossed to the window. “The snow’s heavy. I’ll take ye home.”
“I’ll be fine. Anyway, I borrowed Mark’s car so I can’t leave it here.”
“Then I’ll drive behind ye.”
“It isn’t necessary.”
Bull huffed and gave me a glare. “I’ve had a shite day. Just let me do one thing to make sure it ends on this high note.”
Ah, his other visitor this evening. “That was why I came here, other than wanting to jump you. Mark said what happened. I was worried.”
For a moment, he didn’t say anything, but emotion played out on his features.
I understood his hesitation. We were nothing to one another. A flirtation and a blazing-hot clinch did not make a reason to share life stories. I swallowed down my need to intrude in his personal life and spoke first to save him the pain.
“It’s okay. Let’s just leave it here. We both know what this was. If you still want to escort me home, I’d appreciate it.”
The light in Bull’s eyes dimmed, and he gave me a gruff nod then stooped to pick up my jacket.
In short order, we were on the road, in separate cars, fighting the snowstorm to reach Lena’s. Once I’d parked up, Bull waited on the drive for me to open the front door to the house. Then he spun his snow tyres on the ice and sped away.
10
Relief
Bull
For two days, I was a walking hazard, constantly distracted by Autumn. The bar was packed from morning to night, the town’s Christmas market bringing day trippers and the party bookings cramming every seat in the evenings. Tips flowed, the mood was high, and everyone was chirpy.
Apart from me.
By the second afternoon, I’d had it. The surge of relief I’d had at Autumn’s clever hands—and mouth—only served to make me hungrier. The secretive glances she gave me, and the sly touches as we’d worked side by side serving customers drove me insane.
I paced the hall between the bar and the kitchen.
She appeared at the end.
Her eyes widened as she spied me. With unspoken but mutual understanding, we took the few steps into my office, and I slammed the door behind us. And locked it.
Autumn launched herself at me, and I caught her, our mouths locking together in fever. We warred to control the kiss.
“Bull?” Denise hollered through the door. “The organiser of tonight’s party is in the bar. He’s worried about the storm coming in. Bull?”
“Fuck. Fuck it.” I put Autumn down.
“Tell him to have everyone come an hour early then be done by nine,” I yelled back, not taking my gaze off the lass. “They’ll be home in time.”
“Will do,” my bar manager called back.
I leaned in for another kiss when the voice came again.
“He also wants to talk about the menu. Food allergies.” Denise’s voice held laughter this time.
My growl could fell trees in the surrounding forest.
“Go. We’ll pick this up later. I’ve got er, provisions, this time.” Autumn gave me a squeeze.
“I do, too.” I’d restocked the bar’s supply of condoms as well as my own. No running out again.
“Then we’ll see how many we can get through before I go home tonight.” The lass winked then reached around me. She unlocked the door then mouthed, “Later.”