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

least they didn’t give in to their demands. They might be able to stall and pretend to negotiate, but for how long?
    Marly nipped at Bull’s mouth and then worked her way to his ear. She did what she’d wanted to throughout all their whispering. She brushed the whorls of his ear with her tongue and felt him shudder. “Bull, make love to—”
    He grabbed her hair and covered her mouth before she could finish the request. She didn’t have to complete the thought. He knew what she wanted. She knew that from the intensity of his kiss. How he possessed her lips.
     
    “Dammit, Bull.” Matt’s voice was an even more unwelcome intrusion than usual. “I was trying to be polite and ignore this tête-à-tête of yours, but come on. I’m getting pretty damn tired of listening to every guy on this team get laid during ops while I’m trapped here in the van with the equipment. We’re coming to get you out. Can’t you wait? You can fuck her later.”
    Bull ignored Matt as best he could while Marly straddled his lap. He ran his free hand down her back to cup her very cute, round little ass. It struck him again how tiny she was. He wanted to whisper things to her, but Matt would hear. He really wanted to have both of his hands on her, but he had to hold the gun.
    Though if the tangos came through the door while he was sunk deep into Marly, how accurate would his aim be? The team had never practiced this particular scenario in training.
    He should be paying attention to where the tangos were and what they were doing, but he couldn’t bring himself to break away from her lips. To give up what she offered. Christ, what if they did die and this was his last moment on this earth? He’d rather be in her than pressing his face to a keyhole.
    His actions were the exact opposite of what all his training had taught him to do, yet he couldn’t stop himself. He plunged his tongue into her mouth as he thought what it would be like to plunge into her.
    She slid her hand inside his pants and grabbed his cock, which was more than ready for some action. Any further thoughts flew out of his head the moment she wrapped her hand around his length. As surreal and ridiculous as the situation seemed, this was really going to happen. And he was going to let it happen and enjoy it too, because although he’d told her the truth—that his team would get them out—one question remained. Would it be a rescue mission or a recovery of their bodies?
    Matt’s words echoed in his mind. Ten minutes. They didn’t have much time. He pushed down the neckline of her top. He pulled her breast out of the confines of her bra and covered one nipple with his mouth. She drew in a sharp breath and pressed closer, but Bull still couldn’t totally turn off his brain.
    If the ten minutes expired and the tangos went for the detonator, would it be better to come out of the closet shooting and make a run for it, instead of sitting here and get blown up? But what if the bombers were lying and there was no bomb and Bull came out of the closet guns blazing? Most likely, both he and Marly would be shot in his attempt to escape.
    That left Bull with one thing he was sure of. He was going to take her now, before all hell broke loose. He tried to wiggle his hand into the waistband of her stockings, but they were so thick and unyielding, he couldn’t move. “What the hell are these things you’re wearing?”
    “Tights.”
    They were tight, all right. It was bad enough he was restricted to the use of one hand because of the gun, he at least wanted free range of motion with his free hand. “Take them off.”
    Of course, that would mean she’d be naked from the waist down when they were either rescued or killed. He considered if that really mattered or not.
    “Tear the crotch.” Luckily she had a better solution as she stroked his cock.
    That command made him groan. Now that she’d given him permission, he felt for the seam between her legs and poked through the weave