Page 23 of Bronco

“Are you sure you’re not lying to try and get your balls back after Cupcake’s little display?”

I cup my dick in front of her for the second time tonight. “Nope, balls are still safely hangin’.”

“Glad to hear it.”

If I’d have known our innuendo would make me stiffer than ever, I wouldn’t have engaged in it in the first place. I blame her, and I tell her as such. “This is all your fault, by the way.”

“How do you figure that?”

I lean closer to her ear. “That time you wanted me to tattoo your ass.”

She laughs, but it comes out more like a snort and she slaps her hand on my chest. “You just can’t let go of that, can you?”

“More like you should be thankin’ me that I didn’t take you up on that idea. Do you know how many cover ups I do? Please tell me you’ll never get drunk and get tattooed.”

“If I do, it’ll only be with you.” She pats my cheek and slips under my arm with her tray of empty glasses.

Nevada stands next to me. “You tappin’ that?”

“No,” I grunt, watching after her.

“But you want to, can see that look in your eyes, brother. Can’t hide it from me.”

“We’re friends,” I say, turning back to him. “This is what we do. We banter.”

He snorts. “Come to think of it, I haven’t ever seen her here with a dude, like ever. Have you?”

“What’s your point?”

“Point is, maybe she’s battin’ for the other team?”

I shake my head. “She isn’t.”

“So why haven’t you fucked her yet?”

“Because,asshole!” I slap him upside the head. “She’s not like that and once we fuck, it’ll ruin the friendship.”

“Not if you fuck without feelings.”

I frown, taking in his words. It’s not often that Nevada says anything prolific. Heck, until he met his ol’ lady Star, he fucked anything that moved. Then he fell in love and now has twins; a boy and girl who’re only a few months old. He’s content now,happy and settled, which just goes to prove my point after all; that monogamy is not a dirty word.

“Fuck buddies?”

“Yeah.” He slaps me on the back. “You’d make a cute couple.”

Nevada knows how I feel about this whole situation, and even though he gives me shit about it, we’re best friends. He knows the heart of me. I tattooed his fucking dick for Christ’s sake, and that took a lot of bribing.

“Yeah, but she’s too pure. Look at her, she’s a goddamn dream.”

“So? Ask her out, no good can come of procrastinatin’ over it.”

“Words of wisdom?” I mock. “Comin’ from you, that’s rich.”

“Hey, just because I no longer play the field doesn’t mean that I can’t see what’s right in front of me. When you know, you know, and it’ll happen for you, too.”

“Not with Amber,” I maintain.

“Fine. She’s eventually gonna find someone else.” He says it like I don’t know. Like I haven’t considered it before. Oh, I’m well aware, and while I don’t like the idea, it’s because I don’t want to see her get hurt. Or so I thought.

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