Page 22 of Bronco

We ignore him and I don’t miss the grin forming on her lips as I smirk. “I guess you’ve got me there, no competin’ with that.”

“Plus, she’s annoying,” Amber goes on.

“Right again.”

She sighs. “So if that’s all, can I go now?”

I move, standing taller but resting my hand on the table so she still can’t go anywhere. “Nope.”

“Take your shot, asswipe!” Nevada calls, throwing a couple of Cheetos at me.

“Fuck off!” I yell over Amber’s head.

“That’s right, you’re talking to yourfakegirlfriend now, use your manners,” Amber says sarcastically.

“You know what I do to chicks who talk back?” I grin.

“Do I really want to hear this?”

“It’s not what you think, by the way.”

“Uh, huh, most guys talk about Fifty Shades, but they just can’t seem to pull it off.”

“I’m more of a vanilla man myself with a little dark chocolate on top.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Does that shock you?”

She leans in. “I’m not sure telling a girl you’revanillais the right way to lure them into your bed.”

“What about when I deny them an orgasm because of their lip?”

Her own lips part as she dips her eyes down to my crotch, then back up again. “You are so full of shit.”

I laugh. “What? Is that too boring for you? Trust me, ain’t no lurin’ here, babe. Women come willingly.”

She waves her hands at me. “It’s not me who wants it. This is hypothetical.”

“Enlighten me.” I lean down, taking another shot. I miss this time, not that I mind because it gives me more time to give hershit. My gaze back on her, I move away from the table, but don’t let her pass me.

“Vanillaisconsidered boring. In the romance books I read, they like wild, dirty sex… No hero ever said he’d give them good old plain, boring vanilla.” A smile tugs at her lips and I palm the back of my head, considering her words.

“I bet I can prove you wrong about that. I’m sure there are plenty of vanilla romance books out there ready to shock your pretty little mind into submission.”

“Right, like you would know.” She’s really on a roll. “Oh, and porn doesn’t count as reading, Bronc.”

“I read.”

“What,Playboy?” She thinks she’s so funny.

“I’ll have you know there’s a lot about me that would surprise you if you dug deep enough. It isn’t about how many times I can make a woman come. It’s about the connection.”

She blinks at me for a fleeting moment, then we’re back to sarcasm. “What’s your record,hot shot?”

I lean closer. “If you must know, it’s fifteen.”

She bursts out laughing. “Fifteen?”

Clearly, she’s never had a decent lover before. “Yup. The first three weren’t even using my hands.”

She swallows hard and I’d like to think she’s thinking about my ability when I realize this innuendo is hitting differently. We’ve always bantered and given each other shit about lovers and sex and shitty experiences, but now I want to know how good or bad her lovers have been in the past. I realize I know nothing about that part of her life. Not even her ex.

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