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Hurricane slid to a stop just outside the gate he’d come charging through. Bull had dropped his hat; his favorite Stetson now lay upside down in the dirt and the beast was sniffing it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered. He was trapped behind the only barrel in the pen and the bull stood between him and the only way to safety.
“You have to get out of there!” Isabella screamed, looking around for help.
Bull was hunkered down behind the barrel. “Well shit, don’t you think I know that?” Hurricane’s head turned at the sound of his voice. The beast made no move toward Bull, but he pawed the ground, clearly agitated. “What’s he doing?”
Isabella stood on the edge of the fence. “Plotting against you.”
Bull growled. “Well you’re just full of useful information, aren’t you?”
“Where are your men?” Leaning over the fence, she waved at the bull, but Hurricane only gave her a brief glance. The big animal stood in his spot, his posture menacing, head low to the ground, snorting his hot, angry breath into the dry dirt.
“They’re all gone but Dax, hauling stock to a rodeo in El Paso.” Bull peeked his head up from behind the barrel. “Maybe you could lure him over toward you. You wouldn’t happen to have a cookie on you or something?”
Isabella frowned, this was no joking manner. “I don’t think he wants a cookie.”
“Take your top off, that’d get any man’s attention.”
The teasing aspect of his remark went right over her head. Isabella knew what she had to do. She didn’t feel like a superhero, but this was a job for La Diosa.
Once more, Bull raised up from his hiding place to glance around, fully expecting to see the monster bull breathing down his neck. The animal was still in his place, but he wasn’t looking toward Bull. Following the creature’s line of vision, he understood. Isabella was in the process of undoing the top buttons of her blouse. A lacy, baby-blue bra and creamy mounds of sweet woman flesh were clearly visible. “Goddamn,” he almost swallowed his tongue. “Wait! I was kidding, Isabella! If I’m gonna die, that would be a hell of a last thing to see, but I’d much rather just get out of here alive and see it up close. Go find, Dax! He’s showing Armando, the man who delivered this menace, around the place. I’ll just lay low until you get back.”
Isabella didn’t answer, but all of Bull’s shouting put the beast on the move. He could hear heavy hoofbeats and huffing breaths. “Great. This is how it ends. Me sitting here like an idiot, gored to death in my own ring.” Another snort told him the giant was drawing closer. If he tried to move now, the monster would charge him, but what choice did he have? There was no telling where Dax had wandered off to, Isabella probably wouldn’t find him in time. Bull crossed himself and started to rise. He’d just have to make a scramble for the fence, try to get his wide ass up and over before he found himself stuck on the tip of those long, white horns.
And then he heard it…his dream come to life.
“I mean you no harm.” Low and throaty, the voice was unmistakably feminine. The lilt undeniable. A voice he’d longed to hear.
How in hell had he missed this? Bull felt like a fuckin’ fool!
Pull up her hair, put on a mask, add some lipstick and eyeliner – voila!
“Carmen?”
Rising from behind the barrel, the sight that greeted his eyes nearly knocked Bull back ten feet. Isabella…or Carmen…or whatever the hell her name was, stood resolute, a sexy siren in just her bra and jeans, her blouse in hand like a matador’s cape.
“Fuck me stupid.” He was thunderstruck by the realization that Isabella was La Diosa.
Standing right in front of Hurricane, she transfixed the beast, mesmerising it with her fluid movements, taming it with gentle words and a soft voice.
Bull watched in awe as Hurricane’s head swayed back and forth. “God, baby, if you get hurt, I’ll never forgive you.” The bull’s posture was aggressive, but he didn’t charge. Isabella stayed focused on the colossus. Not once did she break her concentration to look his way. Bull wasn’t even sure if she knew he was still there. He found himself falling under the same hypnotic spell as Hurricane.
She spoke in Spanish and Bull didn’t understand her, but those sultry, seductive words dripping from her plump lips stopped his world and made his heart race. Hurricane was still under her control, his front legs bending, preparing himself to find the ground and surrender to the enchantress.
“Get out, Bull.” Isabella said in the same even tone, never taking her eyes off the bull. The beast was on the ground at her feet, laying down fully, all four legs on the ground, the savagery from moments ago nowhere to be seen.
When Bull didn’t move, his seductress broke eye contact with Hurricane for a brief moment and glanced his way. “Please, Benedict! Go, move slowly.”
“How in hell do you expect me to leave you?” Bull muttered loud enough for her to hear. “You do know you’re getting your ass spanked when you get out of here.” And that wasn’t all, he had a whole list of things he wanted to do and say to her.
“I’m counting on it. Now go!”
Bull’s eyes lingered for one moment longer. Isabella’s skin was covered in perspiration. The diamond prisms gleamed on her exposed body, her chest heaving. Fuck! He remembered having those breasts pressed against him and he was willing to climb right over the prone Hurricane if it meant touching his woman again.
And she was…his. No matter what the hell she called herself.
Hurricane made a grunting noise and Bull feared he was coming out of his trance. He’d damn well charge the beast if it looked like Isabella was in danger. When the bull shook its head, lolling it toward the ground, Bull saw his opportunity and moved slowly, easing backward toward the fence, never taking his eyes off the incredible scene still playing out before his eyes. He scaled the fence carefully, his eyes never leaving Isabella.
Standing so still, Isabella knew she had the appearance of a statue, lacking a heartbeat. Looks could be deceiving, for inside her chest, her heart thundered. She’d felt helpless seeing the man she adored trapped by a dangerous bull and she’d just acted. Benedict had needed her and she would’ve walked through fire to save him.
