Page 57 of Bronco

She doesn’t pull away. Her skin is warm as she rests a hand on my thigh to steady herself. It’s still too close; my dick is straining against my zipper, begging to be let out. Not for the first time, I imagine her mouth on my cock and how sweet that would feel. To see her bobbing her pretty little head up and down on me while I come in her mouth makes me close my eyes for a brief moment.Asswipe. You’re in public at a game!I really need to save those fantasies for the shower, because then at least I can do something about it.

Maybe I’m having a delayed reaction, because…did Amber just fucking kiss me?

The way her soft touch had me jolting out of my seat, my cock swelling in an instant as her floral scent seemed to float around me, toying with me, making me insane.

I just kissed my best friend… and I liked it.

She pulls back. “What did you put in that root beer?”

I try to feign nonchalance, but I fail miserably. “Can’t even blame the lack of alcohol, you did that all on your own.”

“Your beard is surprisingly soft.”

I almost spill into my underwear at her words. I open my mouth, then close it again.

“I thought it’d be scratchy,” she goes on. “But you have really soft skin.”

I’m like a fucking goldfish, opening and closing my mouth.Man. The. Fuck. Up!

I clear my throat. “You have soft lips.”

“Thanks.” She bites her lip, which does nothing but exacerbate my wood, and then she looks away. A few seconds later, she brings her Giant soda to her mouth and takes a huge sip. I’m a little dry myself, but I can’t move in my seat. I’m too pent up. I knew kissing her would be epic, but I never truly thought it’d happen. I only dreamed it could, and she made the first move.

“Did you want anything else to eat?” I garble when I can’t think of anything else to say. Neither of us are very interested in what’s still happening on the court below anymore.

“I’m fine, I ate my body weight in hotdogs,” she says.

I grin into my hand as I rub my face, trying to make sense of what the fuck just happened and why my ears are still ringing.

She can’t just go around kissing me and then acting like it’s all okay. That’s some fucked up shit right there.Is she feeling anything like what I’m feeling?

I didn’t come here tonight expecting to make out with her, and I know it was because of the peer-pressure the kiss-cam can bring, but still. I didn’t force her to kiss me.

“How are the vibes?” she whispers. I side-eye her. Seeing my confusion, she adds, “Between us, do you think?”

I still don’t have a grip on my emotions right now, and I’m spinning out of control. “Are you asking if I enjoyed it?”

“Did you?”

I lift the popcorn bucket off my lap and her eyes dip into my lap at my huge bulge. “What do you think?”

“Holy—”

I smirk. “Kissing is intimate, Amber, not gonna lie. It gets me goin’.”

Her eyes widen slightly and I love the idea that I still have the ability to shock her. “What else gets you going?”

You.

“In bed?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you wanna know?” I cock a brow. “Gonna do somethin’ about what you’ve started?”

Her breathing, I notice, has quickened. My eyes dip for a second to her chest as it rises and falls faster than before. “I didn’t start it.”

I cock a brow. “Really? I seem to recall you just man-handling me like I’m some piece of meat.”

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