Bull: A Steamy Billionaire Romance Novel

Bull

By Zoe
Davis

Copyright 2015 Zoe Davis.
All rights reserved. 
This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, and places are products of the
author's imagination.  Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is
purely coincidental.

He's sexy. He's powerful. His identity is a secret...

Innocent fun.
That’s all it was supposed to be.
One night of dirty, reckless fun that we’d both forget about in the morning.
My husband and I couldn’t help ourselves. We were curious.
Who wouldn’t want to peek inside the most powerful, secretive swingers club in
existence?
We did, and now nothing will ever be the same.
Because he showed up.
A mystery known only as “Bull.”
The mere gaze of his eyes ignited every inch of my being.
And now, something inside me is changing.
I can’t stop it, and he knows it. I should run, but I can’t.
Because Bull is always near me.
And when I find out who he is, and what dark secret he’s been hiding…
I can’t ever go back.
(This is a standalone novel with a HEA and absolutely NO cliffhanger)

Prologue

I was jolted from my trance by
a pair of strong hands lifting my wrists above my head and against the wall.  A
pair of silver pools, drained of their emerald sparkle, stared into me.

“
You
,” was all I could
say.  I would have recognized those eyes anywhere.  Standing there with my
hands tied, chest pushed out, I could feel his body heat swimming over me.  My
skin was electrified at his touch.

He didn’t respond, but moved
his mouth into mine and let it linger softly.  I barely felt him and yet was
consumed by his intensity. 

My head was spinning. 
Was
this really him?  Was this the bull?
 

His hand was on my waist and
when he sensed I wouldn’t run, he lowered the other to my thigh, travelling
slowly from my knee to the hem of fabric hiding the rest.

I felt him pause and place his
whole palm on the top of my leg, gripping it tightly.  He was communicating to
me.  He wanted inside.  He needed me...

Contents

Chapter
1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10

1

My fingers formed creases where
I squeezed them too tightly.  Wringing my hands was a nervous habit I developed
as a child.  I remember Mom trying to teach me tricks to remain calm, but I was
always oblivious to how bad it was.  The tricks were never any good if my mind
wasn’t aware of it half the time.

Our car bumped over a pothole
in the road and made my heart jump through my throat.  Jared sat next to me
calm as ever.  Or that’s all he showed me at least.  Jared was a pro at keeping
his cool.  He was almost too good at it making him difficult to read. 

It was Saturday and I wore an
emerald green strappy dress with a plunging neckline.  I had trouble stuffing
my breasts in it, but the extra push it gave them was an added bonus.  We were
going to our first swinger’s party, at Jared’s suggestion, and I couldn’t
remember a time in my life where my body trembled this much.

“So what do you think?” Jared
had asked after about 5 shots of whiskey.  We drank a lot last Tuesday in
celebration of my new job.

I was never hurting for work as
a programmer, but this gig I landed would make me substantially more money than
I’d ever seen.  I had dreams of working for a company of this magnitude all
through college and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the chance.  My nerves almost
cost me the interview, but I squeezed by just enough I guess.

I still had yet to meet the
company’s CEO, considering we were working in the same building, but I didn’t
question it.  CEO’s have their hands tied most of the time, and our new project
had mine tied too.

“A swinger’s club?” I chuckled,
“like from the movies?”

“Well where do you think the
movies got the idea?”  Even drunk, Jared didn’t find my joke very amusing. 

I wasn’t sure what inspired his
suggestion, the alcohol or the fact that it was already 3 a.m.  Regardless, I
expected it to disappear in the morning after a good laugh.

Now, sitting in the car
wringing my hands, I was forced to realize he was serious.  Maybe the whiskey
helped him choke it out, but the desire must have been deep rooted for a while.

Don’t get me wrong.  Jared
would never have asked me to do anything I was uncomfortable with.  He was a
loving husband who quickly put his needs aside if they clashed with mine. 
Despite this, I’m still not sure why I said “yes.” 

It may have been the smell of
whiskey that permeated the air, or the novelty of Jared suggesting such a wild
and risky fantasy.

But the thing is, I could have
always told him “no,” the next day without so much as a rebuttal.  Jared let me
have my way to a nauseating degree, so why would I have agreed to such a nerve
wracking idea?  I could understand agreeing when I was drunk, but even
sober?   

Could I have possibly wanted
this too?  The chills that took shape in tiny bumps all over my skin gave me an
answer I wasn’t ready to face.

No
, I
thought. 
This is for Jared.  Because he’s done so much for me
.

“How far out is this place?” I
asked him, my voice cutting through the thick silence that had built between
us.

“Not much farther, I don’t
think,” he replied in his usual curt manner.

I let my fingers take a break
from their torture to find the button for the window.  I pushed hard and let a
burst of cold air and the scent of pine hit me all at once.  It had been a
while since I’d left the city, and the woods made me nostalgic for my
childhood.

The night was pitch black, and I
could only faintly make out tree branches in the light of our headlamps.  Jared
was a good driver.  He was safe in all areas of our life.  That’s what made him
such a good husband.  I never usually had to worry about anything with him
around.

In fact, this was the first
time I’d squeezed my hands this tightly in years.

I closed my eyes and inhaled
while I listened to the hum of the engine and branches breaking under our
weight.  I imagined I was flying and powerful enough to handle anything the
woods might be harboring. 

This sort of visualization was
a technique Mom taught me, and it worked until Jared flew over another damned
pothole and I gasped.

“Jesus, Vanessa, are you
alright?” 

He reached down for my left
hand and used his thumb to rub the creases out.  His hands were warm and damp,
and they soothed me instantly.

“If you don’t want to go,
Vanessa, just let me know.  I had no idea you were this nervous.”  I knew he
didn’t, I was good at hiding things too when I wanted to.

“It’s not a big deal.  I mean,
aren’t you even a little nervous?” I pleaded for empathy.

“Of course I am.”  Inside I
chuckled because you would never be able to tell.  Jared was like a rock and
his emotions a drop of rain.  At least if I was going to be nervous, I had a
steady man like Jared sitting next to me.

I closed my eyes, took a deep
breath, and leaned my head back against the seat.  Jared had already stopped
massaging my hand and placed both of his back on the wheel, predictable as
ever.  In the distance I could hear frogs and crickets chirping.  The window
was still down and the air was getting colder by the second.

I wondered about the people we
would meet.  Would they be friendly? Aggressive?  Would I be forced into
fucking some strange man before I was ready?  Or would we simple spew our
greetings over cocktails and then all get naked?

I tried to let the questions
wash over me instead of consume me.  It seemed to be working.  I was preparing
myself for anything.

“Shit.”  Jared tried to muffle
his curse under his breath so I wouldn’t jump.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“We should have been there by
now,” he replied.  “I wonder if I passed the turn off.”

He continued coasting us down
the road, deeper into the dark thick of the woods.  We stayed silent for a few
moments before pulling the car onto the dirt that lined the side of the road.

He pulled out his phone to try
the gps but there wasn’t a good signal. 

“Do we have a map?” he asked.

“A map?” I laughed.  Nobody
uses a map anymore.  “How did you find out about this place anyway?”

“There’s a forum I’m a part of
that’s full of things like this, places to meet, etc.”

This was the first time I heard
Jared mention a sex forum, or even thinking about sex when I wasn’t around for
that matter.  It aroused a curiosity in me that I wasn’t quite comfortable
with.  What else did Jared keep to himself? 

Part of me hoped that we would
never find the right house, but then part of me knew I’d always wonder about
what was inside, waiting for us.

“Why don’t you just keep
driving?  Do you know for sure it’s on this road?” I suggested.

“I thought I knew for sure, but
now…” Jared sighed.  He hated when things didn’t go as planned.  I could tell
it was really starting to get to him that we were sitting idle in the woods
hoping for a solution.

While I waited for Jared to
make a decision on what to do next, I dangled my wrist through the window, over
the edge of the door.  The tips of my fingers absorbed the moist air that
hugged our parked car.  My hands dampened and chilled, sending a sensual wave
through my veins.

“Aha!” shouted Jared, and I
snapped out of my affair with nature.

“What’s that?” I asked.  He was
waving his phone around above his head like an idiot.

“Got a signal!  Finally!  Ok,
yeah we just need to drive a little further down.  See, I wasn’t lost at all.” 
Jared sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

“I knew you’d find it, hun,” I
cheered him on, but I felt the pit in my stomach start to grow.  We would face
these people after all.

He put the car in drive and
continued down the empty country road, further into darkness.  I imagined we
were being sucked through a black hole, never to return.  In a funny way, I
suppose I was right.

In the distance there grew a
light, from a small flicker to a growing flame, until it split in two and
formed lamps on either side of an iron gate.  Parked cars lined the street and
the gate stood open and welcoming.  It seemed too easy for anyone to attend and
made me nervous.

The house was huge.  I’m not
sure when a home becomes a mansion, but this was bigger than any house I’d ever
seen.  It resembled a castle with its stone façade and small spires on the
roof.  This definitely wasn’t what I had in mind for a swinger’s party.  It
seemed too regal for my expectations.

We found a place to park
between two cars on the side of the road.  It seemed obvious a car had been
there before us and I wondered what reason they had for leaving.

I heard faint music coming from
the oversized house and listened to it fade as I rolled my window up to close. 
The air in our car comforted me one last time before I stepped into the chilly
night.

“Wow,” said Jared, already standing
outside.  He stood with his door open, gazing over the top of our car at the
castle before him, grinning.  “That’s insane!”

We shut our doors and watched
the ground as we walked so as not to trip over rocks or anything else we might
find.  Jared put a hand on my back to help guide me through the jungle of
parked cars and gravel.  If I did trip over something, he’d never let me fall,
I knew that for certain.

Ambient music seeped through
cracked windows, and set the tone for the night.  The melody seemed eerily
reflective of the darkness that surrounded us, and the bitter cold air.

I rubbed my hands over my arms,
creating a heat between them to keep warm.  Jared noticed and gave me his coat. 
We approached the giant front doors and stood for a moment.

“Is there a doorbell?” I
asked.  “They’d probably never hear a knock.”

“Are you sure you’re alright
with this?  Let me know if you want to go,” cautioned Jared.

“Yes, I’m fine.”  I looked over
my shoulder at the vast black that brought us here.  He couldn’t ever tell when
I was lying.

Jared found a doorbell and set
off a beautiful set of chimes throughout the mansion.  In no more than thirty
seconds the doors were opened by two ushers in black suits and white masks. 
Jared handed them an invitation with our first names and in return was given
two white masks of our own to wear.

We looked at each other
inquisitively before strapping them to our heads.  So far the place seemed
empty aside from the music which was growing louder.

The ushers showed us through a
large entryway with marble floors.  Toward the back was another set of doors,
and I quivered at what may laid behind them.  They each reached for a handle,
pulled in unison and released us from our innocence.

Unfolding before our eyes was a
ballroom filled with large tables, oversized sofas, and lined with half naked
bodies in an array of erotic positions.  Couples were fucking, sucking, and
some just jerking off to the scenes before them.  Jared reached for my hand and
gave it a tight squeeze.  I knew there was no turning back.

I turned to an usher to ask
what to do, but they were gone.  Jared took my hand and led me to a wall hidden
in darkness. 

“Let’s just watch for now. 
We’ll get a feeling of when it’s right to jump in.”  I agreed with his
suggestion, and we moved into hiding. 

We stood there all of five
minutes before I was spotted.  A short guy with a small gut and a hairy chest,
his flaccid cock flapping between his chubby thighs, moved toward me.  I tried
to look distracted by talking to Jared but when I turned to him he had his
tongue down another woman’s throat.  I suddenly felt alone and terrified.