Roman: Book 2 (The Hunter Brothers Series) by L.J. Dee Page A

to get a better view of what it was. My eyes
widened in shock as my heart stopped dead in my chest.
    I screamed at the
sight of the very aggressive bull, head down, staring straight at us, its
shoulders hunched threateningly as it pawed its feet across the ground. I knew
little about bulls, but I knew enough to realise that this was one angry
fucker. I screamed again and it was the worst thing I could have done. It
started to run towards us, menacingly and at a significant pace.
    “Oh fuck,” Roman
said, standing and pulling me up by my hands. “Run, Chas,” he shouted as a ton
of solid, seething animal came tearing towards me, but my feet just wouldn’t
move. I was staring, blinking hard, thinking there was no way I could outrun
this thing. It was barrelling towards us at speed as I was lifted off the
ground, once again clinging to this man for dear life as he sprinted towards
the metal gate with the heavy sounds of an irate bull ringing in my ears. I
stared behind us, bouncing up and down in Romans arms as the beast gained
ground. Roman was fast, but by the time we reached the fence, the thing was
almost at his heels.
    I was screaming
and shouting as Roman flung me over the metal gate, jumping over just in time,
panting with his hands on his thighs as I dragged myself up from my knees. It
wasn’t giving up, but there was no way through that gate. I stared up at Roman
and then at the bull who was snorting angrily.
    “When I say keep
still, keep fucking still, Chas,” he laughed as I just stared at the bull,
wondering how I’d made it out alive.
    “Thank you,” I
said, flinging myself at Roman as he held me tight, chuckling softly with our
unwelcome guest only feet away.
      “You’re welcome, I wasn’t about to let that
bull start messing with you. Have you seen the size of its bollocks?” he grinned
as I looked, gasping. They were as big as footballs. I wasn’t sure if it was
hungry or horny, but either way I’d have been ground under the feet of that
huge, scary brute as I just stared at its flaring nostrils. It was my second
life and death encounter with animals in twenty four hours and I shuddered in
shock.
    “I absolutely hate
the country,” I pouted, suddenly realising that now, neither of us had a
helmet. It was still under the grass by that Sycamore tree with Roman’s jacket.
“I can’t get on without a helmet. I was terrified on that ride,” I said,
swallowing hard as Roman looked across the field. There was one rather angry
obstacle standing in his way as he made his way towards the metal gate.
    “Stop. What are
you doing?” I gasped, as he looked at me and then back across the field.
    “I’m going to get
the helmet for you,” he said as I grabbed his arm, spinning him around and
gripping his forearms tight.
    “You can’t, Roman.
Now is not the time for you to start being chivalrous for God’s sake, it’s too
dangerous,” I pleaded.
    “I like
dangerous,” he winked as I shook my head violently.
    “Please, don’t,” I
gasped, imploring him with my eyes not to do this.
    “I don’t like
dangerous, Roman. Please. I’ll go on the bike, but just go steady and slower,”
I said as he smiled, holding my cheeks and kissing me softly as the bull bellowed
out in a huge breath and I jumped backwards. “Come on,” I said, watching as he
hooked his leg across the bike. The sooner we were out of the eyesight of that
raging bull, the happier I’d be.
    I clung to Roman
as he rode home, squeezing my eyes shut and resting against his back. He was
undoubtedly slower, but it was still too fast. I resolved never to get on the
back of a bike again, knowing if I made it to the estate in one piece that I’d
look like one unholy mess. My eyes were streaming and my hair was blowing all
over the place, knotting under the whip of the wind. Next to being trampled, it
was probably the least of my worries, but I still had standards. A happy shiver
ran through me as we pulled up to the house. The relief