her lips against mine. Her hands grip my shirt, and she slides her legs between mine. There isn’t an inch of space between us, which is just how I like it.
LANA
My lust overwhelms me. Every nerve in my body goes wild, and I lose control of myself. Bronco’s a great kisser, and his hands grip my ass possessively.
I’m ready to rip off his shirt as I lean into his embrace. Bronco’s kisses are dominating, yet I don’t feel controlled. I nearly climb him instead.
“Lana, chill,” he says, prying me off him.
Grunting, I step back and shrug. “It’s your fault for looking so fine.”
Bronco’s icy frown switches back to his sexy smirk, and he pulls me against him again. His kisses are so hot that I find myself humping his leg. I can’t stop myself. He’s got me hornier than I’ve been in my life.
We take our upright make-out session to his bedroom. I don’t know that’s where we’re heading until we reach his king-sized bed. I tug off my robe, leaving only my sleep shorts and a T-shirt. I open his vest and lift his shirt so I can suck at his tanned and tatted chest.
I don’t know how to stop. There’s a little nagging part of my brain that says I need to wait for a few weeks. The doctor said so. But the rest of me doesn’t give a crap what some stranger wants. My body feels great, and I can’t imagine finding relief until his cock is inside me again.
But Bronco doesn’t strip either of us naked. Though his shirt does end up on the floor. He also adjusts himself a few times when his erection wants free of his jeans. Still, he remains dressed. So do I. We stick to over-the-clothes stuff. I don’t think it’ll be enough, but he has me so wild with lust that a little friction between my legs is all I need to orgasm. I stroke him through his jeans to give him relief too.
“I feel like a fucking teenager,” he says, resting on his side facing me.
“Thanks for bringing me to your room. I would have rubbed against you on the couch if we didn’t have to worry about an audience.”
Bronco smiles softly as his dark eyes study my face. “It won’t always be as awkward as today.”
Thinking he means the make-out session, I feel myself pouting. Then he says, “My family doesn’t welcome newcomers, and they aren’t naturally warm people. Once they’ve seen you a few times, they won’t feel the need to be in your face.”
“You’re welcome to visit Shasta too,” I murmur, and he immediately frowns. “River said so. If visiting his house is weird, I can find a rental.”
“You said the other day how he was moving out. Shane might do the same. You’d end up having a big house for you, the girls, and your mom. Why would you want to rent something else?”
“To make things easier for you.”
“They’ll be plenty easy if you just come up here.”
I study the irritated look on his face, feeling a shift in the room. “I know, but there might be times when you visiting makes more sense.”
Bronco shuts down the warmth in his eyes and says between gritted teeth, “I don’t want my girls in Shasta.”
My hands leave his chest and clasp together against me. “But one of your girls lives in Shasta.”
“Well, I can’t help that.”
“What’s wrong with Shasta?”
“That’s where the Skullz lived.”
Though sensing this fact is supposed to mean more to me than it does, I reply, “But the Skullz are gone.”
Bronco exhales hard and rolls onto his back. “There is bad blood between my club and people in Shasta. Not just on my side. Shane won’t want me and my kind around his family.” Turning his head to look at me, he frowns in a way that feels more biker president than sexy baby daddy. “How do you not know all this?”
“I only know what people tell me, and Shane never said anything.”
“Did Ramona? She lives in that house too, right?”
“Yes.”
Bronco sits up, and I realize our fun is over. He grabs his shirt and jerks it down over his head.
“Lana, you and me are new,” he says as I climb out of bed and slide into my robe. “There’s no real history besides that one night. But we’re more than two people. Long-held grudges don’t disappear because you and I made a kid. Maybe you ought to ask more questions from the people in