Dead of Winter (Battle of the Bulls #2) - T. S. Joyce Page 0,35

of the bathroom, made his way up the three stairs to the bed and laid her on it. They were both slick with water, and he settled in between her legs as his lips brushed hers. She spread her knees wider for him, and she could feel the head of his cock right there at her wet entrance.

Dead pressed against her. She ran her nails through his hair and kissed him harder. She wrapped her legs around his strong waist and with a grunt, he slid into her. There was no stopping the storm they’d started now. It felt too good. Felt too right. He thrust into her with deep strokes, and her body sang with pleasure, building and building as he rolled his hips into hers.

She was making noises, but Raven couldn’t help herself; she was mindless. He’d made her lose all coherent thought. All that existed was this pressure they were building. God, he felt so good, gliding into her, then out, in and out, faster, harder. Her tits were smashed against his chest, his tongue was thrusting deep inside her mouth, and she was holding onto him for dear life because she was about to break apart.

Felt so good, soooo good, so right, so perfect. She tossed her head back and cried out, and his teeth grazed her neck as he slammed into her. And then he pulled back fast, shoved her knees to her chest and held them there, his darkening eyes locked on hers. He bucked into her harder.

Never would she forget the sight of his strong, muscular body pounding against hers like this. Never would she forget his abs and chest and arms flexing with every pump, or the way he looked at her like he owned her soul.

Her orgasm was throbbing through her, so intense, and he was slamming into her so fast now. She yelled his name with how good he felt dragging her release out. He pushed in, grunted, and spilled wet heat into her.

She never wanted it to end.

Apparently, Dead didn’t either because he stayed there, covering her, settled between her legs, his comforting weight on top of her. And then he kissed her for a long time. Kissed and touched her, not in any rush to disconnect from her.

They didn’t need words here for what they’d done or the bond they’d created. They spoke with their fingertips.

Dead didn’t know it yet, but with every caring touch, he was making her his.

Chapter Eleven

Five hours into the road trip, Two Shots, leading their caravan, pulled off the highway.

Raven pointed to the exit sign as they passed. “Exit sixty-nine.”

“We should do that tonight. Exit sixty-nine, I feel like it’s a sign,” Dead said. “See how I rhymed that?”

“Yeah, your whole career revolves around poetry.” She pointed to the shirt she wore, two sizes too big and tied at her waist. On it was a picture of the stands at some rodeo, and smack-dab in the middle was a woman holding a sign that read Dead, Dead, he’s good in bed.

“Oh, it’s fun to read what the fans come up with. Dead, Dead, you have a big head. Dead, Dead, he’s an inbred. That one came from someone who wasn’t a fan of mine,” he explained with a chuckle. Dead leaned an elbow against the window frame and draped one hand over the steering wheel. “Dead, Dead, he don’t eat bread. Dead, Dead, was it something I said? Dead, Dead, he’s seein’ red. Dead, Dead, horns full of lead. Dead, Dead, take us both home instead.”

“Let me guess. From two female fans?”

He took a right behind where Two Shots had turned in front of them. “Yep.”

Raven tried to make her voice nonchalant as she asked, “And did you take them home?”

“Hell no. One woman is enough. Y’all are crazy. I’m not doing double the work.”

She snickered and smacked his arm lightly. “We’re not that bad.”

“No, you aren’t that bad. Every other female I’ve met? Work.”

“Maybe you just don’t have patience for us.”

“No.” His tone went serious and he cast a bright-eyed glance at her. “No, that ain’t it. There’s a saying in the industry. If you get paired up, it takes away from your drive. You start worrying about being home and the mate you have waiting up for you. You start checkin’ your phone more, focusing on building a relationship, and you lose the drive to buck.”

“I didn’t think of that.” She drew her feet under her, crossing her legs. “I can