Page 112 of Bronco

I hiss, my core aching to come, the buildup is more than I can handle. “That’s because I love it.” My breathing is coming in hard and fast. It’s like we’re both unable to control ourselves.

I feel him tug my hair into his fist, and it’s so damn sexy. “You love what I do to you, don’t you,Princess?”

“Harder,” I moan.

He pistons his hips as he rams furiously in and out, and I cannot catch my breath. Hell, I don’t ever want to catch my breath. I was a fool to think that we could ever be intimate and not have feelings. I was kidding myself. We both were.

The way he stretches me feels so good. I never knew sex could be like this, even when it’s hard and fast. Of course, Bronco knows how to be sweet, but I also like him when he loses control.I do that to him, and it makes my heart beat faster in a way it never has before. I know we have to be quick, but what I’d give for him to take his time. To caress my body with his mouth. After being in his bed, there is no way I could ever want anyone else. There is nobody like Bronco.

When he moves his hand between my legs, brushing against my clit, it’s all the friction I need and I explode so hard, I see stars. He follows behind, cursing as I feel him pulsing inside me, emptying his load as he grunts my name into my neck. One hand cupping my breast, the other gripping my hip.

“Fuck, that was good,” he manages between pants.

“No question that we’re well and truly in the honeymoon phase.”

He pulls out immediately, cupping his dick as he reaches to the desk for the tissues. He wipes his dick, then me, and tosses the tissues in the trash can nearby. I’m still plastered against the door when he’s zipping himself back into his jeans.

“You good?” Is it just me, or does he sound smug?

“I am now.” I managed to peel myself off the door, tucking my breasts back into my bra and pulling my jeans up. “You’re a bad influence.”

“Me?” He thumbs his chest. “Pretty sure you reached for my belt buckle before I had the chance to stop you.”

“Like you were gonna protest.”

“I’m not just a piece of meat.” Even he can’t keep the grin off his face.

“I think we both know that’s not true.”

He pulls me to him and I yelp in surprise. “Cheeky.”

“We should get back. Olive could be looking for me.”

“Just like you to seduce me in the middle of a crisis with that sinful body of yours,” he mutters in my ear.

I press my lips together. “I could say the same about you.”

“Least I got a parting gift. I’ll be dreamin’ about you every second I’m gone.”

I turn, my face dropping. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow. I’m no good sittin’ here twiddlin’ my thumbs when we could be out there findin’ Erica.”

“You don’t have to?—”

He puts a finger over my lips. “We already discussed this, AJ.”

“If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself,” I whisper.

“Nothin’ is gonna happen, babe, but the longer Erica is out there by herself, the worse this is gonna get for her.”

“I just wish she’d call me. She hasn’t even checked up on Olive.” I try not to let the tears return.

“Only because she knows Olive is in capable hands with an aunt who loves her.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

He brushes the hair off my face, tucking a lock behind my ears. “Not ever gonna tell you what you wanna hear, but sometimes you’re too hard on yourself.”

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