Page 61 of Bronco

I don’t know what’s going on, or why he’s looking at me like that, but I choose to remove myself from any more humiliation tonight.

“We’re not fightin’. We’re discussin’.”

I take a slow inhale of breath. “I’m tired, it’s late.” I’m far from tired, but I can’t stand here in front of him looking this desperate. Screw me for being honest. I guess he’s proved my point with 100% accuracy: men and women can’t be friends and be intimate.

I walk down the hall to the laundry cupboard and pull out a blanket and a spare pillow, and he just watches me the entire time. I’ve never known Bronco to be this quiet, and I’m not sure Ilike it. “I’ll see you in the morning.” My words almost shatter on the last word, but I somehow manage to keep it together.

“Amber—”

“Thank you, I had a great time tonight.” I don’t wait for him to say anything more. Instead, I take off with my hot chocolate to hide in my bedroom until the end of time.

“Wait—”

“Tomorrow,” I say without turning back. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

Did we just have our first real fight?

It’s late and I can’t sleep. Usually, I’d put myself to sleep with my vibrator, but that isn’t an option with Bronco in the house… or is it? I’m aching; my heart rate hasn’t calmed down since the kiss, then me wrapping my arms around him as we rode back to my apartment on his sled. I heard him walking around the living room, and I almost thought he was going to leave, but he didn’t. He’s out there on the couch, and I’m in here telling myself what a loser I am. How did I get the signals so wrong?

I listen closely, but I don’t hear any sound. In any case, he’s not right next to my bedroom, and it’s my house. If I want to get off in my own bed, then I will. I’m not gonna be loud or anything, and my bullet will literally take a few minutes… then I can sleep.

I fumble around in the dark, my hand reaching into the side table until I find the small but powerful bullet. I press the top button and it springs to life silently.

I press the flat, round edge to my clit and work in circles, careful to not move too much in case the bed creaks… and nothing happens. I keep going, trying to focus, but my mindkeeps wandering. Another minute goes by, and while it feels great, I can’t get over the edge as much as I try. I persist, closing my eyes, letting the bullet work its magic… except it doesn’t. It’s not working.

I sigh out loud, huffing as I switch the thing off, my clit pulsing and my pussy slick as I lay an arm over my eyes.This fucking sucks.

I flip the covers off to go use the bathroom and grab some water. This is insanity! Now my vibrator won’t work because my mind is playing tricks on me?

I also hate the idea that we went to bed on a sour note. I felt as if I were putting myself out there, and he just sat there like a goldfish; mouth gaping, eyes wide. I didn’t realize that kissing me would leave such a bad taste in his mouth. Rejected and humiliated, I creep out of my room to the shared bathroom. Checking the coast is clear, I tiptoe across the hallway, pee, and wash my hands. I take a few calming breaths, annoyed, frustrated, and clammy from the heat surging through me. Stepping out, I shriek when I run into a brick wall in the hallway; Bronco yelping just as much as I do. I place my hand on my heart, step back and try to calm myself.

“Bronc! You scared the shit out of me!”

“You scared the shit out of me!” he fires back. Even in the dark, I can see his chest rising and falling rapidly — and my eyes stay on his chest.Holy fuck balls.Okay, I’ve seen him without a shirt plenty of times, but as my gaze lowers, I’ve never seen him in just his underwear.

There’s a considerable bulge at the front of his white boxer briefs, and my eyes snap back up quickly.

“I was trying to find the toilet,” he says, waving a hand. “My phone is lost down the back of the couch, and I didn’t want to turn a light on to disturb you.”

“That’s big of you!” I fold my arms across my chest, adding dramatically, “Well, it’s all yours.”

I go to stomp off, but his hand finds my elbow and he pulls me back. “Don’t go to bed mad,” he says.

“Well, you were being a jerk.”

“I didn’t mean to. I just got to thinkin’ about what you said—” He runs one hand through his hair, and I cannot keep my eyes in my head. His body is so damn fine, rippling muscles and that deep V at the hem of his briefs with a dark smattering of hair….Focus! You’re mad at him.

“Hard to have a conversation when you keep lookin’ at my dick.”

I narrow my eyes. “You should be so lucky! As if I’d even be interested in—” I’m cut off with his next move; walking me backward until my back hits the wall and he’s caging me in. Then he dips his head and his mouth is on mine. A small squeak leaves my throat as I give into his kiss.Holy shit…He feels so good, smells so good. It’s maddening. I reach up, stroking my hands up his arms, feeling his muscles as he groans low and huskily.

“I thought you weren’t affected by me,” I pant when I pull away.

“You’re mistaken if that’s what you really think.” His low rumble sends shivers all the way down my spine, and right between my legs.

“So why didn’t you say something earlier? You left me hanging.”

“I was tryin’ to hold back, to not ruin things between us. I care about you, and if we go there, things will inevitably change forever.”

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