Free Bull (Red, Hot, & Blue) by Cat Johnson

grinned, looking more like brothers than usual. Bull did notice how neither one answered his question though. Damn military protocol was going to make him prove he was ready for work, both mentally and physically. He’d rather deal with bombs than military red tape.
    “Hey, there.” Lana’s sultry voice filled the room as she sashayed around the curtain.
    Maybe when he would get sprung from the hospital didn’t matter all that much. Bull smiled. Nothing better than a girlfriend to kiss your boo boos and make them go away. Hell, he didn’t hurt that bad. He was healed enough to do more than kissing.
    “Howdy, boys.” She sent Jack and Jimmy one of her sizzling smiles.
    Bull felt his cock start to stir just from being near her. “Thanks for visiting, guys. I’ll be seeing you.” He couldn’t shoo his teammates out of the room fast enough for his liking. He wanted Lana alone.
    Jack laughed. “I guess we’ll check up on you later.”
    “Much later,” Bull added. He heard Jimmy chuckle as the two men left the room, but he only had eyes for Lana as he noticed how she’d left the top few buttons of her blouse undone.
    “I was so worried about you. How are you? You really don’t remember a thing that happened?” She crawled onto the mattress next to him.
    “Nope.” He reached up to grab her head for a kiss.
    She pulled back. “Nothing at all?”
    The poor thing. She was so concerned about his memory loss, he should comfort her instead of her comforting him. “I remember how good you feel. Now come here, baby, and kiss me.”
    She smiled. “All right.”
    Once Lana began to work her special magic on him, he started to feel better immediately.
     
     
    Recovery took a hell of a lot longer than Bull would have liked. Though to be fair, he’d wanted to walk out of the hospital the moment he woke up. Pain or no pain. The damn doctors wouldn’t let him go home for almost a week. Something about traumatic brain injury. The worst part was he wasn’t supposed to partake in any strenuous activities for another week after that. That ruled out his two favorite past times—working out with his team and having sex.
    He made it a whole day at home. When he’d decided he’d watched every stupid television show, played as many video games as he could stand and had done the very last crossword puzzle he ever wanted to do, he pulled on his sweatpants and sneakers and headed for Lana’s.
    She’d visited him in the hospital as often as she could around her work schedule. When he was sprung and got to go home, she’d brought him food, done his laundry, even cleaned his house. She was behaving like the perfect girlfriend, which was a little strange since she’d never acted like that before. He had no clue what was up. Maybe him almost getting killed made her appreciate him more. Whatever the cause, her model behavior was making him start to consider that maybe he was ready for more than just a casual relationship with her.
    He’d have to think on that. There was one thing for sure, after over a week of recovery, he was more than ready to get busy with her in the bedroom…or maybe the hot tub. He could call and she’d come running, but he’d had enough of being stuck in his house. After the hospital stay, cabin fever was hitting him hard. He had to get out.
    Driving wasn’t a strenuous activity. The doctors couldn’t even complain about that. Getting up into the truck was another story. Cracked ribs hurt like hell for a long time. No way around that. He’d had them before. He’d deal with them now. He and Lana would just have to take it easy in bed. He didn’t mind the idea of her doing all of the work for a little while until he was back in top shape. Not one bit.
    He pulled up to her house and found a parking space along the curb two houses down from hers. Gingerly lowering himself out of the truck, he couldn’t get over a feeling of déjà vu.
    Bull cut across the lawn and knocked on her front door. They