as if it’s the right thing to do.”
“Screw what’s right. If you died tomorrow, would you want to deprive yourself of tonight? That’s what I ask myself when I feel burdened. I’m human. I don’t always want to fight. Sometimes, I want to hide and play shit safe. Then I think about how tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. That’s why I’m going to kiss you. I waited a long time to find a woman I wanted as much as I want you. I’m not holding back.”
I stare up into his dark eyes as he gets rid of the last empty space before our bodies can find relief together.
“I haven’t always been a good person,” I blurt out in barely a whisper. “I’ve spent most of my life hiding from pain.”
“That was a choice. Make a different one now.”
Bronco brushes his lips against mine, and I realize I’ve felt dead inside most of my life. Cold and afraid, never accepted, forever alone.
But with Bronco, my heart boils hotter than I can nearly stand. I’m alive in a way I’ve never been before, and I don’t want this feeling to stop.
BRONCO
Lana wants the good stuff. I don’t blame her. Dealing with the ugly past and our uncertain future isn’t any fun. Fuck if I want to think about how she was married to a loser for a decade or that I’ve never had a real girlfriend. We’re destined for a big flop.
But the good stuff is too tempting not to want a taste. Even if I knew Lana and I were destined to be mortal enemies tomorrow, I would still kiss her now.
“Bronco,” she moans against my lips, tugging at my shirt before giving up and yanking off hers.
“Slow down,” I say, chuckling as she fumbles with her jeans. “We have time, and you haven’t hit the six-week point.”
“Screw that,” she growls at me. “You probably get fucked well daily. Some of us don’t have that luxury.”
Shoving down her jeans, she stands in her pink bra and panties. Lana blows her hair aside and watches me with a predator’s eyes.
“We can get off, but the six-week thing.”
“It’s fine. I know what I’m doing,” she says, and I fight laughter as she slides my shirt over my head. “I’ve had a kid before, remember?”
I swear this woman is bound to tear off my clothes if I don’t willingly remove them. A little part of me wants to tell her no, just to see what she does. On the other hand, she might get her feelings hurt, and I’m trying to build something important with her here. Still, if she was a simple hookup, I would most definitely push her buttons a little. The look she’s giving me is devious as hell.
Then her gaze gets dark and agitated. I’m not sure where this new emotion is coming from. She seemed calmer when we were talking about Summer and Ramona.
I slide the strap off her left shoulder and kiss the soft tanned skin left behind. I imagine her in the pool tomorrow, wet and shiny. My dick’s already hard, but now I’m in physical fucking pain.
Yet I don’t push, and I certainly don’t rush. I’m old enough to know life only offers us a few opportunities to feel really good. I’m looking to savor this moment.
Gently turning Lana around, I lift her arms and have her rest her hands on the wall. “I’m sorry no one properly fucked you,” I whisper against her ear before giving her lobe a lick.
“It was great once,” she says in a breathless voice as my hand slides down her hip and strokes her pussy through her pink panties. “With you.”
“It was too fast,” I say. Sliding the other strap off her shoulder. “I wanted to take you somewhere and savor every inch of this body.”
“Do it now,” she says, grinding her pussy against my hand.
Then as my lips suck at her soft throat, she steps back and stares at me with pained eyes. “I’m coming on too strong,” she says, wearing flushed cheeks. “You’ll think I’m a whore.”
Lana’s calm mask slips, revealing all the troubled emotions hidden in this woman. She looks ready to run, both for the door and into my arms.
“I don’t care if you are,” I say, making the choice for Lana by wrapping her into an embrace. “If you were a good girl wearing a chastity belt, you and I never would have met. Carina wouldn’t exist. I couldn’t have my hands on your ass right now.”
Lana