at a teenage party. After dumping my husband, I had no interest in dating or sex. I might be a stripper, but I’m not a whore.
Though hooking up with Bronco definitely doesn’t help my “not slutty” argument. He showed up at the club where I stripped three nights a week. It was the only job I’ve ever been good at. Back with Kenny, I never seemed to get ahead no matter how much money I made. Without him, I saved up a nice lump sum for a vacation with my nine-year-old daughter, Desi.
After Kenny, things were going well for me. I lived in a grand house belonging to my sister’s man. Desi didn’t totally hate school. I worked a job where I made good money that I could stash away. I only had to keep focused.
But Bronco threw me off. The biker—with his thick brown hair peppered with gray and eyes as dark as chocolate—plopped his fine ass in a chair near the stage, and I lost track of myself. I didn’t know who he was then.
I saw the vest he wore, but the strip club was right off the highway, and people passed through all the time. There was no way to know if the sexy biker was even aware the Reapers Motorcycle Club ran the nearby town of Shasta.
I admittedly didn’t think of that then. Not after I caught his gaze and couldn’t look away. I’d never felt needier in my life. I wanted him to pay attention to me. Not the other girls, or the two men with him at the table, or the gross buffet that truckers enjoyed.
When Bronco focused his warm gaze on me, I was the woman I always wanted to be. I forgot about how much trouble I had connecting with people, even my little girl. Last summer, I was struggling in a lot of ways, but moving in the right direction. I planned to make lots of money before I got too old to strip. I had my goals set.
But then Bronco smiled at me, and the world fell away. After a lifetime of feeling alone, I was filled with the sense that someone saw me completely.
And I only saw him. I danced just for Bronco. He waved me over, and we made small talk. He paid for a lap dance, but it wasn’t enough. I knew wiggling my ass against his dick would never satisfy the need in my gut. That’s how he ended up in the back seat of my SUV.
I couldn’t claim I was never fucked well before. Kenny wasn’t clueless in bed. I’d experienced plenty of orgasms, but Bronco lit a fire in me that no man will ever top. I could have remained in his arms forever.
Except I had a child waiting at home, and Bronco was a stranger. Yet when he said my name during our amazing fuck, I felt as if he put a spell on me. Maybe I bewitched him a little too. At least, I thought he might feel that same need as we parted ways. I noticed how he lingered. Bronco claimed he didn’t know what came over him. I blushed like a schoolgirl and swore I never did things like that. We seemed on the same page. Something powerful passed between us.
But then it was over. I left him in the parking lot, returning home to Desi. In my heart, I believed Bronco would return another night, and we’d hook up again. That time, he’d ask for a date. We’d be real people connecting in a way I never experienced with another man.
However, Bronco didn’t even live in Kentucky. I learned later how his club ran out of a town called Elko in Ohio. My new friend and confidant, Shelby Campbell, knew the Executioners. That’s how she and River were able to track down Bronco for me.
Because something powerful did pass between us that night. Now, over ten months later, I’m facing him again. Bronco looks just as handsome as I remember. Of course, I’m a bloated, blotchy mess. I nearly chickened out on contacting him.
Was it so wrong to wait until I lost more of the pregnancy weight? Then I looked at little Carina with her big brown eyes just like her daddy. Though I couldn’t know if he was interested in being in her life, I didn’t have the heart to keep him away.
“Will this news upset your woman?” I ask in the least subtle effort to find out