Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
My hips start to wiggle as more details come back. His thick fingers stretched me, and when I move, I can still feel it. It’s not painful, but there’s a reminder that he was there last night. I bet I’ll feel it all day.
“No!” I hiss at myself when I drop my hands from my face. My fingers go between my thighs as my clit starts to throb with need. Normally I get myself off maybe once a week, but Bronco has awoken something inside of me.
Had it been mind-blowing? Yes, but that’s not the point. As badly as I’ve wanted Bronco, he's not the man I thought him to be. I can’t masturbate to him or let myself think this is going to happen. Nope. I’m taking a stand. I’m not going to be a notch on his beautiful wood bed frame—probably custom made. Stay on track, Tracy! I remind myself.
Of course all of my thoughts about Bronco are fantasies because there isn't a lot of information on his personal life out there. He’s always kept it that way in interviews. No one has ever caught him hooking up with a buckle bunny, but I heard one of the girls whispering that he makes them sign non-disclosure agreements.
That paper seems to work well then because I’ve never seen any of it online. He was a good old boy in the true sense of the word that’s been lost over the years. Or so I’d thought. I think with the lack of information on Bronco, I’d made up my own version of him. One where he’s a good man and does what he does because he loves it and just hasn’t found a woman to call his own. I’m sure it’s not easy with how much they have to hop around from city to city. Not that it ever stops some of the others. Some of those guys are married and still running around the arena chasing tail.
As my eyes adjust more to the room, I notice my bag in the corner. I dart over to it and grab it before I quickly make my way into the bathroom. When I enter, I go straight for the shower and then moan when the hot water comes on. There is no way I can resist a hot shower.
I take my time, and part of me wonders if Bronco is going to show up. I have no idea what I’ll do if that happens. I consider pretending he caught me in here, and then I roll my eyes at myself. You’re not a whore, Tracy. Why do I have to keep reminding myself of this? I’m a damn virgin!
It’s clear, however, Bronco thinks I am. I can’t really blame him either with how I’ve been letting him do whatever he wants. I went along with the whole idea that he owns me since he bought the Circle C. Well, he’s in for a rude awakening. Now my vagina just needs to get it together too.
It doesn’t help that after using his shampoo and soap, I smell like Bronco even more than I had before I’d gotten into the shower.
The whole time I get dressed I give myself a pep talk of what I’m going to say and how I’m going to stand up for myself. I’ll work for the Circle C but not on my back.
Maybe we could negotiate? Something like no full penetration. He can’t have my virginity, but we could fool around? I glare at myself in the mirror. My hair is still wet, but I braided it after I got dressed.
“No!” I point at my reflection, trying to think straight.
“No breakfast?” a deep voice rumbles from behind me. I let out a scream of surprise and turn to see Bronco standing there in the doorway of the bathroom. He’s so handsome and even bigger than I remembered. “Well, I guess it’s lunch at this point.”
Did I really sleep that long? I never sleep that long.
“I don’t want your food.” I raise my chin in defiance. Okay, I guess I’m doing this. For the first time in my life, I’m going to stand up for myself.
A slow, sexy smile pulls at Bronco’s lips. “You fed me, so it would only be fair if I feed you.”
My mouth falls open. He did not say that. I press my thighs together as my fresh panties start to get ruined already. Damn him. It’s going to be hard to resist this man.
“You expect me to suck your—” My eyes drop to the crotch of his jeans, and there’s a clear outline of his hard cock. Is that thing always hard!?
“It kills me to stop you, but no. I cooked. Come on, sweet thing. You need real food,” he says before he strolls away, leaving me completely dumbfounded.