Avet, Danica - Ain't No Bull [The Veil 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) (22 page)

Then she was in his face, her eyes angry and hot. “That’s bullshit and you know it. You think you could handle mating an Amazon?” she growled, her gaze drifting down to his mouth. She licked her lips. “You’re used to cow-swans who bend over backwards to accommodate males. You don’t know what to do with a strong woman, which I am.”

That pissed him off. “You think I’m scared of you, Isola? Is that what it is?”

Her beautiful lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Oh, baby, if you’re not scared of me yet, you will be,” she taunted just as she settled her mouth over his.

Grant was surprised she was willingly kissing him, but as she plundered his mouth, he knew she was going to show him how a strong woman made her man behave. Almost giddy with delight, he let her take the lead, let her think she was in complete control. His heart hammered. Damn, he couldn’t wait to see what she’d do to him!

* * * *

Izzy was playing with fire, but since she was a closet pyromaniac, that was nothing new. Although she had to concede this fire could do a lot more than burn her, it could break her heart.

The minotaur was relaxed against the door, his breathing measured and steady. He almost seemed completely calm, except the thick bulge pressing against her belly told a different story. In two days he’d given her two of the most powerful orgasms of her life and hadn’t asked for anything in return. He’d brought himself to climax at least once and though it had been a sight for sore, horny eyes, she hadn’t done it to him.

He was so confident he could control her with sex, so confident he could break her will to stand alone that he didn’t think Izzy was more than capable of reducing him to a puddle of goo. Hell, it might’ve been a long time, but some things a woman never forgot.

So she kissed him, tasted him, recognizing herself on his lips which made her wetter than before. Her body hummed with relaxed delight. She could have been a bitch and left him hanging, but Izzy liked to give as good as she got. And she planned to make Grant beg for
her
.

He didn’t try to take over the kiss, though he participated, following her lead. Izzy stroked her hands up his rock-hard thighs, enjoying the sensation of heat beneath soft denim. Grant made a soft sound in the back of his throat that set her nipples to throbbing. Oh, he definitely thought he had her eating out of his hand.

She bit his bottom lip just as her hands found his cock. He jerked against her, his breathing picking up pace. Pulling back to sit on her knees, Izzy had to smile at the sight of his eyes bleeding to black again. His arms were spread across the truck, in almost the exact same position hers had been in. He was letting her control this encounter. Happy and pleased, Izzy decided to reward him.

Holding his gaze, her hands found the button at the top of his jeans, flicking it open. The backs of her fingers grazed the hot, hard muscles of his belly, muscles that contracted beneath the light touch. Easing his zipper down, she was rewarded with his cock as it practically leapt from the cradle of his jeans.

Izzy didn’t bother keeping her admiration quiet. “Gods, Grant,” she said in a voice gone two octaves lower. “This is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.”

And she wasn’t lying either. She’d seen him before, but that had been across a room and his hands were bigger than hers, so she hadn’t really been able to judge well. He was thick, her fingers barely able to wrap all the way around him and she tried, earning a ragged moan from him. He was also long, and the phrase “hung like a bull” fit him to a tee. Both of her hands fisted together weren’t enough to cover his length. Her womb rippled with the onset of another orgasm.

“Isola,” he gasped as she squeezed him.

“What.” She frowned with concentration at the hot flesh burning her hands. She didn’t know where to start with him because she had so many ideas.

“I’m going to come,” he breathed as she stroked him experimentally.

“Not yet.”

His hips twisted as he thrust into her hands. “Yes, now.”

“I haven’t decided what I want to do yet.”

She pondered taking him into her mouth. She wouldn’t be able to take all of him, but gods, what fun it would be to try!

“Make. Up. Your. Mind,” he growled as a pearl of pre-cum wept from his slit.

Izzy glanced up in irritation. He was not allowing her enough time to properly decide how she was going to attack the massive cock in her hands and it was pissing her off.

“Fine.”

Then she leaned over, surrounding the crown with her mouth, sucking on that plum-sized flesh hard. He shouted, his hands grabbing her ponytail. Izzy purred at the salty taste of Grant’s seed. She lowered her head, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. It wasn’t enough, but she may as well have deep-throated him by the way he reacted.

He roared, his hips pumping up as she suckled him as deep as she could. His hands jerked on her ponytail, pulling her away from him slightly as he came in great, pulsing jets Izzy swallowed greedily. Her inner muscles fluttered with a phantom orgasm from the intensity of her want for this male.

* * * *

“Gods,” Grant whispered as Isola finished taking all he had to give. He was wrung out and embarrassed.

She’d barely put her mouth on him and he came. That wasn’t how things generally worked for him. He was a male with great control, yet this Amazon had him coming like a pre-transitional calf!

The look on her face was pure triumph and arousal. He could get used to watching her suck him off, but maybe after a couple hundred years. He’d probably need a century or two to get used to her power over him. Power she knew she had. They were the perfect couple, he thought in drowsy contentment, because he had awesome power over her as well.

She sat up, pushing away from him to her original spot in the passenger seat. Her hair straggled out of her ponytail. It had been far too tempting to hold onto it as a handle to guide her mouth on him, but he’d managed not to until the very end. Again, he’d leave that fantasy alone until he had more control.

Though she still glowed with the remnants of her orgasm and triumph over his loss of control, Isola was closed off from him. He saw it clearly and resented it deeply. Heaving a sigh, he carefully tucked his hardening cock back in his jeans and fastened them again. There wouldn’t be a repeat any time soon, he thought with a huff of irritation.

“Stop huffing and puffing,” she ordered as she stared out the window at his house. “You started this.”

“Yeah, but you had two orgasms,” he pointed out pettily.

“So? I’m a female. It’s a fringe benefit for having to put up with stupid males.”

Grant’s lip curled as he studied her cold profile. “You could at least do it to be polite.”

“I don’t think so, Raging Bull,” she said with a snort. “Nowhere on this body does it say ‘Grant Strickland’s sex slave.’”

“That can be remedied,” he grunted as he turned in his seat.

“I knew it!” she snarled, throwing open her door and jumping out of the truck. “I knew you were trying to trap me!”

The door slammed closed, and Grant went into a rage. He got out, stomping up the stairs to the porch after her. “You don’t know shit, Isola. You’re so busy running scared you don’t know a good thing when you see it.”

That stopped her in her tracks and made her pivot to face him. “A good thing? Is that what you call it? When you’ll keep me from being with my sisters? When your mother hates me and your dad thinks I’m nothing but a new toy for you to play with? What happens when your sisters join in the fun, Grant? Will they wait for me to explain that I don’t want this, or will they stampede me immediately, huh? Huh?” She was screaming.

Grant stared at her, not sure what to make of her accusations. He understood her fears after hearing her story about her mother, but she couldn’t honestly think he would do the same thing to her. He tried to hold back the question, but it slipped out. “Are you insane?”

Isola’s face, which was red before, slowly turned vermillion, her dark eyes sparking with gold flecks. Holy hell, she was pissed!

“Insane?” She hissed softly. “Is it insane, or is it called being smart? I’ve seen too many women get trapped by males who destroy their self-worth. Been there, done that, got the metal plate in my head from it.”

Once again, Grant was struck speechless. “A metal plate?” he asked, completely baffled.

She gave him a superior smile and turned on her heel. “You wouldn’t understand,” Isola tossed over her shoulder as she entered the house.

Damned right he didn’t understand, Grant thought as he stared at the empty doorway. What had started out as a good day had turned into a nonstop rollercoaster of lust, ridiculousness, and outright insanity. He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

Slowly, a smile crossed his face that he couldn’t hide. Isola might be the craziest woman he’d ever met in his life, but she gave head that made a man nearly faint like a romance book heroine. Chuckling at the thought, Grant went inside, not surprised to see no sign of Isola. He probably wouldn’t see her for the rest of the day, but that was fine.

Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he headed for his laptop. It was good to be the owner of a security company. Isola was about to be thoroughly investigated.

Chapter Nineteen

RosettaLynn
U ho!

Izzylicious
Ur a ho! Remember Bruce “The Bull Moose”?

RosettaLynn
He wasn’t a real bull tho.

Izzylicious
Could’ve sworn he was with the way you carried on

RosettaLynn
He’s a bull, gf! Walking steak.

Izzylicious
Never said it was 4ever.

RosettaLynn
That’s not the impression Fallon gave us…

Izzy frowned at Grant’s laptop screen, letting the cursor blink as she tried to think of the right thing to say. Grant dozed on the sofa across the room, giving her privacy to contact her best friend, but this conversation was uncomfortable even via direct messages on Twitter.

She hadn’t talked to him after the truck incident and he hadn’t tried talking to her either. If she was being honest, she was kind of disappointed. Did he no longer want her after what happened? Or had it been so long since she’d given a blow job that she was horrible at it?

Tapping her fingers on the desk, she thought over her technique. No, she was pretty sure she’d done a good job. He seemed to have enjoyed it.

RosettaLynn
U scared?

Grousing under her breath, she set her fingers on the keyboard and typed furiously.

Izzylicious
U should be scared for when I get my hands on u!

RosettaLynn
U R scared! Am telling
@SagaBaby

“No!” she shouted at the screen, frozen in horror. If Rosetta told Saga, her friend and mentor would be all over it like white on rice. Of course, Rosetta couldn’t hear her, and with the phone ban, Izzy was reduced to yelling at Twitter.

“Problem?” a deep voice rumbled from across the room.

“No.”

“You say that word a lot.”

She saw long, muscled arms lift over the back of the sofa. Then a tousled blond head appeared. Grant was too sexy for her peace of mind when he first woke up. The damn bull looked good at any time, she thought with a mental sigh as she logged off Twitter and shut down the computer.