Page 17 of Minotaur Bar (Minotaur Bar #1)

As I look at my girl, pissed off at me for trying to keep her safe, I can’t help but feel grateful we even get to have this argument. That she’s mine. That she works here, and this magical connection developed between us. Fuck, she’s stunning. I love Tess more than myself and I’d die if something happened to her. Why can’t she see that I’m just trying to do the right thing?

“Why didn’t you tell me this was bugging you so badly?”

she asks quietly as I huff, feeling vulnerable.

“I can’t keep you locked up in my apartment forever, red. No matter how badly I want to. I’ve been trying to find a balance between what we both want. But I’ll be very honest about the fight night. I’m terrified of you going. Of some dumbass bull losing control and watching you catch a horn in your body all over again. It’s my worst fear,”

I reply in a shaky voice.

She doesn’t say anything. But she does walk forward and wrap me up in her arms. Her touch brings tears to my eyes. Then I kind of fucking lose it. All the fear and anxiety and guilt that’s been building up since that night pours out of them. Say what you want about me being a monster, but I have feelings too. And they’re leaking out all over Tess’s shoulder.

“I’ve got you,”

she whispers like the angel she is.

“I’ve got you, cookie.”

I cling to her. Feeling her warmth. Her breath on my face. Her soft body beneath mine. Hearing her heart beating as it lulls me into a sense of calm. She’s here with me. None of my intrusive thoughts are real. Tess is in the flesh, very much alive and soothing my pain away. Fuck, this woman is everything to me.

“Please don’t leave me, red. I need you. I didn’t realize how much until I thought I lost you. You make the darkest days worth living because you’re the light at the end of that hallow feeling I had as company for years before I met you. Don’t fucking leave me here alone. I see you dying in my nightmares and it hurts, red. It hurts my heart.”

“Fuck, Havoc!”

Tess exclaims, squeezing me tighter.

“I’m sorry you’ve been carrying this alone. I won’t tend bar. But I don’t want to judge either,”

she says as her finally agreeing to not work floods my system with relief.

“You just want to watch?”

I ask her as she shakes her head. I pull back to look at her face, intrigued.

“Hell no! I want to be the MC!!!”

Tess:

Havoc gives me a look like I’m pushing it.

“Just hear me out!”

I say as he stares down at me, his dark eyes wet. Fuck, it’s actually kind of hot watching a masculine creature built for dominance and aggression losing it like that. He deserves to feel his pain and have an outlet for it. Just like he always holds space for me.

“I’m listening,”

he replies with an edge to his tone.

“Build me a stage that overlooks the ring! You can keep me up high above the bulls, but I’ll get to be heavily involved and not stuck doing something boring,”

I suggest. Havoc’s face lights up.

“Alright, I like it. I like that idea. Like a perch or some shit,”

he adds as I nod enthusiastically.

“Exactly! No one can come up, except you of course. Have security down at the bottom. Then I won’t feel like I’m on time out, but actually the one running things!”

I hold my hands together in front of me, begging my minotaur to agree.

“I think we’ve found a suitable compromise, red,”

he says with a handsome smirk as I squeal excitedly.

“Yay!!!”

I dance around in front of him as he finally lets his tension go, laughing out loud at my antics.

“Atta girl,”

he says approvingly as I stop and lean into his chest.

“Havoc, please tell me next time you’re dealing with something this heavy. The whole point of us being together is to be there for each other. I love you, cookie. Let me in, even when it’s hard.”

I look up at him through my lashes as he bends down and places a kiss to my lips. His snout against my face and the softness of it there is one of my favorite feelings.

“I promise, babe. Thank you for listening to me and hearing me out. I feel a lot better about everything moving forward.”

“Good! Now let’s go figure out what kind of set up I need!”

*****

Duke and Havoc waste no time building me a stage to MC from. Within a day and a half, they’ve got it finished, stained and set up over the fight ring. It’s pretty awesome watching both the bulls working shirtless in the hot afternoon sun. I bring them water and beer to keep them motivated.

“You know I’m bending you over that rail the second we get everyone out of the bar after fight night,”

Havoc says with an intense stare.

“I wouldn’t dream of anything less,”

I tell him.

“Actually, I’d be pissed if you didn’t.”

“I’ll never leave my madame wanting. What is this? My first day doing this shit?”

I snort at his comeback.

“I mean, I know how hot it’ll be, watching me all night long. Right alongside you, but just out of reach,”

I whisper into his ear as he growls at my statement.

“But if you think you aren’t getting bent over that railing too, you have another thing coming, cookie.”

“Oh, Tess. Use me like the fucktoy I am, red.”

Havoc smashes his shout to my face, our tongues quickly entwining as we make out below the stage. I jump into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pushes me into the side of the wooden structure.

“Let me finger you, madame. I need to be inside you right now.”

“You may,”

I moan, Havoc pushing into my short shorts and inserting two of his large fingers up into my cunt. I squeal, the intrusion welcome and filling me just enough to get my hips moving.

“Ride my fingers, madame. Use me. Fuck my body any way you can. Smother me with your cunt and make me feel like the best bull by getting you off. I love making you feel good. Your pussy is so wet for me and that gets me off, madame. I need you to come for me. Scream my name when you do just how I like it,”

Havoc says in a needy rush that gets me halfway there.

“Fuck, I love it when you beg, cookie. Such a good boy for me. Such a good bull!”

I whine as he nods his head against my neck.

“The best bull for you, madame. I’d build you anything. You’re the star and I’m just here to show you off. Please, babe. Please come for me. Let me hear you cry out in pleasure. Squeeze my fingers with that juicy cunt. Fuck, I love your pussy, madame. I love to worship you any chance I get. Gods, you’re so close! I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Wanting to come so badly. You’re such a pretty slut for me, madame. Come for your good bull, babe. Come on my hand!”

He presses his thumb to my clit, giving me that extra edge I need to bust.

I suck in a few breaths as the high hits its peak before I crumble and fall off the ledge. “Havoc!!”

I shout into his ear, not giving a fuck who hears us. Not caring if anyone comes outside at that moment. It’s just me and my bull and he’s the best one in the entire world. No one can make me scream or come the way he does.

He pets my head as I descend from my release, his own chest heaving.

“I need new pants, red. I shot a load off when you came.”

“That’s the fucking hottest thing you’ve ever done,”

I groan, petting the side of his face.

“Your cock is so in love with me,” I tease.

“So am I. We’re a couple of suckers for you.”

I grin. I’m just as smitten with them.