Bull (Red, Hot, & Blue) by Cat Johnson Read Free Book Online

She sighed. Oh, well. Better with a crazy guy than all alone.
    He leaned close to her ear again. “You can’t hear Matt because the communications device is implanted surgically in my ear. Like a cochlear implant. He can hear you though. He hears whatever I can.”
    Jesus, Homeland Security had some serious spy stuff going on. “Wow.”
    He leaned closer. “Matt says to tell you he thinks you’re very pretty.”
    Now she knew he was crazy. “What, can Matt see me through your ear too?”
    “No, but he popped up your FBI file on his computer.”
    “I have an FBI file?” That was news. “Why?”
    “You work a lot of high-profile events. You’ve been cleared.”
    “Wow.”
    “We shouldn’t be talking this much. They could hear.”
    If they hadn’t heard by now, chances are they wouldn’t, and she had more questions. She’d just have to ask them more quietly. She turned toward him, but he held her still. “Shh. Jeez. Stop moving. Your skirt is too loud.”
    If she got them both shot over her love of taffeta, she’d feel really shitty. She reached behind her, undid the button and the zipper, braced herself against his shoulder and stood. She rose, but the skirt remained in a giant puff on the ground. Stepping out of it, she waited for him to slide it to the side. She sat down again in between his open legs. It was close quarters, but they had to be close enough to whisper.
    “Better?”
    He swallowed loud enough for her to hear. “Yes.”
    Squashed against him, she felt pretty much every part of his body in detail, one part in particular. His adrenaline was raised again, and so were her curiosity and interest.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Bull.”
    Hmm. She had a feeling she knew how he’d gotten that name. “Do you have a girlfriend, Bull?” Might as well get to know a little bit more about him since she already knew the size and shape of his penis. Hard to miss since it was ground into her at the moment. She could swear she could feel his pulse throbbing through it.
    “No.”
    “You hesitated.” Was he lying? In light of the situation, did it matter? She shouldn’t care if this were the last man she’d ever lay eyes or hands on.
    “We broke up last night.”
    “Really?” She’d broken up with John last night too. Was this fate putting her in this horrid situation with Bull so they’d find each other? She needed to know more. “Why did you break up?”
    “Why are you asking?”
    He was the suspicious type. Probably came with the job. Fine. She could answer him with the absolute truth. “Because your hard-on is crushed against me. Since I’m pretty sure we’re going to die, I’m thinking about taking advantage of it.”
    That shut him up for a bit. He was silent except for a sharp intake of breath, until he said, “I found her naked in the hot tub with another guy.”
    “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Hell of a time for a counseling session, but Marly thought the poor guy might need to talk.
    “Besides the men in the next room with guns? Yeah. I’m fine.” Bull had a morbid sense of humor. She liked it. “What about you? Boyfriend?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    She guessed fair was fair. “I broke up with him.”
    “Why?”
    “He’s a dick.” That explained it well enough. She couldn’t begin to go into all the many reasons he was a dick here and now. Maybe later. She realized she liked the thought of seeing Bull again, since he most likely wasn’t crazy.
    “Marly?” The warmth of Bull’s breath as he said her name against her ear had her chest tightening. More than that, parts lower were reacting to his closeness as well.
    “Yes?” She swallowed away the dryness in her throat. All the whispering, tightly pressed bodies and true confessions were getting her so turned on she couldn't think.
    “Were you serious?” Bull hissed the question into her ear, sending another tremor through her.
    “Yes. My ex was a total dick.” She laid her cheek against the warmth of his and