Bull (Red, Hot, & Blue) by Cat Johnson Page A

better too. That thought made her realize something. “Hey, I don’t even know your real name. I’m pretty sure your mother didn’t name you Bull when you were born.”
    Was she imagining it or was he blushing. “What? What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing. It’s just I don’t like my real name.”
    “Why not? What is it?”
    “Gerald.” Bull rolled his eyes.
    “So, that’s not so bad. What’s wrong with… Oh, Gerald Ford. Like the former president.” Her lips twitched as she smothered a smile.
    Bull began carrying her toward the bedroom. “My mother was a big fan of politics. She told me I was almost named Henry Kissinger Ford.”
    At that Marly broke out laughing. “At least she didn’t come up with something like Nixon Ford for the presidential ticket. Or Millhouse for Nixon’s middle name. Good thing you’re so big so you could have defended yourself when kids beat you up over that name.”
    Ducking through the doorway, he shook his head. “Yeah, yeah. Get it all out of your system now before we get into that bed. Because I intend to remind you how big I am.” He whispered the last part against her ear, flooding her with memories of their one night together.
    She remembered everything about him. The feel of his hands on her. The way he shook with the effort to be silent as he loved her. And yes, how big he was. With his arms still holding her up, she wrapped her legs around his back.
    “I’m looking forward to it.” Marly covered his face with kisses and then remembered the injuries that had put him in the hospital. “Are you sure you’re okay enough for this? You aren’t still hurt?”
    “Hurt? Nah, I never felt better.” He laid her on the bed and then straightened to toe off one sneaker. His gaze met hers and he grinned. “Get naked and I’ll prove it to you.”
    “My pleasure. You get naked too.”
    “Try and stop me.” Bull laughed. As if to prove the point, he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, leaving him in nothing but a tight black T-shirt. “I’ll have to go home and change before our date tonight though.”
    “We have a date tonight?”
    “Unless you’ve got something else to do. Do you?”
    “No.”
    “Good.” He pushed his pants down his legs and watched her as she pulled off her shirt. “Oh, and, Marly. Don’t wear those tights things when we go out. You know, in case I decide I can’t keep my hands off you in the truck on the way to the restaurant.”
    He was obviously used to being in charge. In this particular situation, Marly didn’t mind that one bit. “All right. I’ll remember that when I get dressed.”
    “Good.” Naked now, all of the magnificence that was Bull crawled onto the bed toward her, and she knew there’d be no more talk of tights or even their date for quite a while.

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Who needs a prince when there’s a sexy soldier in your bunk? Hoo rah!
     
    A Prince Among Men
    © 2013 Cat Johnson
     
    Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 9
    Sergeant Ryan Pettit blogs anonymously as Groundpounder, recording non-confidential details of a deployment where every day feels exactly the same—until a female reporter shows up at his firebase. And he realizes nothing will ever be the same again.
    Though his orders are clear—protect her, but make her life so miserable she high tails it back to London—the last thing he wants is to watch her leave in a cloud of Afghanistan dust.
    Intrigued by Groundpounder’s blog posts, Vicki Vanover flirted, bribed, and outright threatened her way to the front lines outside of Kandahar. Nothing has ever stopped her from getting a story, but an accidental night in Ryan’s bunk is a distraction—and attraction—she never anticipated.
    Yet Afghanistan leaves