Page 15 of Bronco

AJ

It’s not a date!

Me

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that

AJ

Just keep the cheering down to a dull roar, I’ve got sensitive ears

I chuckle again.

Me

Yes, ma’am

I shove my phone in my back pocket to go tidy in the back to get everything ready for the next client. Aside from me, I have five other ink slingers working around the clock. We’re open until late every night, and close on Sundays. It’s taken time to get the right crew together, but we got there in the end. Now I have a full staff and the shop is always busy.

As I clean my work area, I can’t help but feel a little smug that I’m the one that gets to go out with Amber to the game. It’s not like we haven’t spent a lot of time together over the last few years, but now she’s talking about seriously dating someone, I feel even more protective than I ever have.

Amber has come a long way from when she first turned up at the clubhouse looking for a job. She’s no longer a shadow ofher former self. While she’s never gone into the details of her abusive ex, I know that living with him was no picnic and she fled to get away. It hurts her to talk about it so I don’t pry, but a part of me wonders. I mean, if I knew where he was I could fuck him up. It might not fix things, but it’d make me feel better, and quite possibly her, though Amber doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. She’s perfect just as she is.

I spend the rest of the day working until dark, then take my sorry and sore ass home. Titan, who sleeps the whole day in my office, sits next to me in the truck on the days I bring him to work. He usually whimpers when I leave him behind, but sometimes he’s mad at me for no apparent reason and ignores me, preferring to have some ‘me’ time every now and again. He hates me being gone for long periods,but it’s just one of the things I love about him.

I slide into bed late, turning the TV off in my room. It’s been playing merely for background noise, but I prefer quiet when I’m sleeping. Titan jumps on the end of the bed. While I’ve tried to make him comfortable on his own bed right below me, he’s not having any of it, preferring to lie half on top of me while he snores loud enough to wake the dead. He also barks at the slightest little noise, whether it be a potential burglar or a leaf blowing outside, we’ll never know the difference.

I sleep naked, preferring to be comfortable in my slumber. I live alone so it’s not like I've got the chance of offending anyone.

My hand slides to my dick, and though I’m exhausted, I should rub one out. I’ll feel better and I’ll inevitably fall asleep quicker.

I lean over, reaching for the baby oil in the top drawer, along with the tissue box close by.

Okay, maybe I did get a little cheeky, but I’d be close to it. It isn’t like I’ve ever measured before, but chicks always tell me I’m fucking massive. I grip my dick, sliding my hand up and downmy cock as it grows harder. Sometimes I’ll watch porn to get off, sometimes I’ll check out the Victoria Secret website. But tonight, I don’t have the energy as I grow hard in my hand, grunting as I rock my hips, hoping to get this over and done with fast.

It’d be easier to open my phone and look at the hot chicks file I have; tits being my thing. My mind wanders to Amber in her tight tank top the other day and my dick pulses.What the fuck?I’ve never pictured her while getting off. Not that she isn’t fucking beautiful, I just want to be able to look her in the eye the next time I see her. But as I remember her jiggling those generous tits in my direction when she was teasing me, my mind wanders to what they’d look like naked and if she’d enjoy me sucking her nipples while underneath me. Before I know it, I’m spilling cum all over myself before I can even blink.Holy shit.I’m breathing hard, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I reach for the tissues.

No.

That can’t happen. Not with Amber. She’s my touchstone. A delicate rose that I can’t toy with. I made that promise to myself when we first started getting friendly. No fucking friends. It’ll only end in disaster, and I’ll do well to remember that.

4

AMBER

The Past - Three years ago

“You can’t be serious?”Erica stares at me, her voice low. “If they find out what you’re doing, they’ll hang us both.”

I rip up the sleeve of my dress, exposing my bruised skin. “Do you think I want to live like this for the rest of my life?” I stammer. “Being afraid of the husband I was forced to marry? And what about you? Steven is completely insane!”

“I don’t know, Amber. This is extreme.”

I huff. “You’re just saying that because the time has come to make our escape and now you’re getting cold feet.”

“I swear to you, I’m not. But this? This is nuts!”

“It’s our only shot.”

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