Page 21 of Bronco

“What if I am?” Amber fires back, narrowing her eyes.

Cupcake, like a lot of the sweet butts here, are a little intimidated by Amber. She’s a tough chick and I dig that she can stick up for herself. She backs up just a fraction and I smile to myself.

“Nothing, I mean… I didn’t know.” Cupcake bites on her lip. “Sorry, Amber.”

Amber rolls her eyes. “Just don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

Cupcake trots away in her sky-high heels over into the waiting arms of Bullet. He owes me one, but I’m glad she’s gone. I let out a sigh of relief.

I pique an eyebrow. “So not all heroes wear capes?”

Her lips tip up in a smile she’s trying to fight, collecting the empty glasses around the table. “Apparently not.”

“Thanks. So now you’re my fake girlfriend?”

“It looked like you needed an out.”

“I did, she’s a clinger,” I say, which makes it sound like I know. I didn’t mean it to sound like that, but Amber doesn't look like she really cares.

She gives me a withering look. “I didn’t just do that for you. I did it for the rest of the women who are getting pretty sick and tired of chicks like her flashing their boobs anytime of the day and night without giving a shit about the rest of us.”

The pounding in my chest increases.What is going on?

“I think you’ll find I practically told her the same thing. You may have missed that part.”

“I’m curious.” She taps her chin as I try to keep my focus on her face, and not on her body. She’s wearing a cut-off t-shirt so I can see her belly button, along with tight, black patent leather pants and boots. Her hair is tied back into a thick ponytail, but some curls have escaped. As usual, her face is pretty and her skin flawless. The way her eyes narrow when she’s either mad at me or asking a serious question, like the one in progress, makes me smile every single time. “Do you think she’s throwing herself at you because she can’t have you?”

“Reverse psychology?” I cup my dick and thrust into my hand. “Everyone wants this dick, babe, haven't you heard?”

“Oh, God, I am never sticking up for you ever again.”

I laugh. “I think you kinda enjoyed that as much as I did.”

“Listen to you with a big ego. I told you, there won’t be a next time if your head doesn’t fit through the door.”

I laugh. “I’m not playin’ hard to get. I don’t want her.”

She pats my arm and I realize my hard-on has got worse.No, fuckface. This is Amber and we don’t get hard over her. She’s our friend…The fact I’m talking in third person to my dick is actually insane. “I know, you’re saving yourself for marriage.”

She rolls her lips, collecting more glasses from around the pool table as I watch her go. I’ve never really noticed until recently how well her ass fits into the tight pants she wears. It’s a fucking tribute to the nation.Focus!

I stand, ready to take my shot as Nevada misses. Damn asshat is practically a pool shark, which is why I’ve been waiting so long to take my shot. I see in my periphery Cupcake and Bullet taking off upstairs and my shoulders sag in relief. I’m all about the vibe in things, and I can’t feel something just because someone wants me to. Maybe that’s why my club brothers keep saying I’m going soft. Fuck them.

I block Amber’s retreat, taking my shot as she’s caged in between me and Nevada who’s leaning back against his stool, watching me closely because he thinks I cheat.

“Question is, why do you care what Cupcake does?” I say, lining up my shot as I sink the ball into the side pocket. I turn my head as she watches me, that look of defiance on her face.

“I don’t, but like I said, I don’t wanna see her big, fake tits bouncing around when I’m trying to work.”

“Most of the guys around here won’t wanna hear you sayin’ that.”

“You think I give a shit?” she sasses. “We both know I can’t get fired. Cash loves me and I’m the only reliable staff member here who doesn’t ball every guy in the place and work for blow jobs.”

“What the fuck?” Nevada laughs.

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