Page 130 of Bronco

I love you, too,I mouth back.

It’s been a roller coaster, but life is pretty sweet. It’ll be even sweeter if I can squeeze the life out of that prick Vincent, but I’m sure he’s too busy running from the law to bother finding his ex-wife and seeking revenge. If he does, I’ll be waiting for him.

“Fuck, baby.” I slide in and out of my ol’ lady’s slick pussy and grip the pillows beside her head. I’m gonna combust, but that’ll be embarrassingly fast. We gotta be quiet because of the visitors down the hall, but the way she’s squeezing my ass, begging me for more is making drawing this out extremely difficult.

“So good,” she whispers. “More, Bronco, don’t hold back.”

I’m ramming her as hard as I can into the mattress and she’s begging me for more.Goddamn.

I circle my hips in the way she loves and she tightens her grip on my ass. “Not holdin’ back, baby. You just love my cock way too much.”

“Not denying it.”

“So fuckin’ tight.”

“Mmm.”

She arches her back and wraps her legs around my waist. I lift her ass slightly, getting deeper as I clench my jaw. “You better come soon,Princess. Can’t hold on.”

“Oh? And here I was thinking you were gonna ‘fuck me all night long’.” She giggles.

I rock my hips into her and she groans. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you all night long, babe, but haven’t been inside you for three whole goddamn days. Second fuck I’ll draw it out.”

“Such a romantic,” she sighs.

I pick up my pace, needing the release. “Fuck, yeah.”

She gasps when I grind my pelvis, brushing her clit, and all of a sudden she’s hissing and gripping the mattress, trying to be quiet while she falls apart. I follow behind, spurting my load like a man possessed.

I press my forehead to hers. “You know you’re mine now.” I’ve always been gentle with the ‘ownership’ part of claiming an ol’ lady because of Amber’s past. I never want her to think that we’re misogynistic assholes. We just care about our women and have deep love and respect for them, no matter what. It isn’t what people might think it is. The women in our club always have a choice.

“I like being yours.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” She brushes my damp hair from my forehead. “Bronco, I’m not gonna break just because I had a bad experience.”

“It was worse than bad. It was a nightmare for you.”

She glides her thumb pad over my cheekbone. “Yes, it was, but that’s in the past now. They’ll find Vincent, and they’ll lock him up. And I’ve decided that I will testify, if it comes to that.”

I pull my head back. “Babe, you don’t have to do anythin’”

“I know that, but for years I’ve hidden away, afraid to say anything, afraid of being caught. Well, that ends now. I don’t want to live in fear anymore, and the others in the cult deserve a chance at life on the outside. It isn’t their fault, just as it wasn’t mine.”

“We have BADVA, they can help if that’s what you need.”

Bikers Against Domestic Violence Association. The club has been heavily involved in the program of protecting women and children in court cases in New Orleans when they go to and from court. It’s something Cash and Jett started, and are passionate about.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Just know you have my support, and everyone in the club. Whatever you need, you got it,” I say.

“What did I do to deserve a man like you?” Her gaze tells me everything. Her eyes are filled with love, appreciation and a little lust.

“You didn't do nothin’, it’s me that was too blind to see the obvious for far too long.”

“All that matters is we got here.”

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