dad. You left sometime last year. That’s a long time to be with one person.”
“I get stuck in life. That’s why I stayed with Kenny. I didn’t want to live with Desi on my own. I didn’t have any friends. I wasn’t close to my mom or sister. I stayed because new shit scares me. Then I almost died and realized I had been drowning for a while without realizing it. And I knew if I did die, Kenny wouldn’t take care of Desi. He’d already begun losing interest in her.”
“Why would he lose interest?”
“She wasn’t little anymore. She asked questions, had her own desires, noticed his lies. Desi still thinks he’s great. It’s her nature to see the best in people. But he liked her more when she was little and would laugh at his every fart joke without expecting much in return.”
Despite his lack of emotion, I can feel Bronco judging me. Or maybe I’m the one doing the judging. Why did I waste so many years with Kenny?
“I resented my mom,” I whisper. “I held a grudge. Against my sister too. I didn’t feel as if they loved me. I don’t know how to explain it. I never analyzed those feelings. If I left Kenny, I would need help with Desi. I didn’t think my family would be there for me, and I also thought they would judge me.”
Wrapping my fingers around his hand, I sigh. “But then I had my heart attack, and my mom took me in. Her husband didn’t like it. He talked shit about me. He wanted me out, but then Max helped me. She got an apartment with space for Desi and me. That was before she started dating River. When the apartment was attacked, she made sure Desi and I were taken care of. She supported me stripping again. It’s the only job I ever liked. My mom supported me too. I guess she always did, but she’s like me. We forget to tell people how we feel. I thought that meant she didn’t like or even love me. But then I realized I was the same way, and I loved Desi so much.”
I have to stop and calm myself. My chest hurts, imagining Desi ever feeling about me the way I did about my mom. I let my daughter down in so many ways, yet she still looks at me full of love. I don’t deserve such a wonderful child.
“Anyway, I’ve been wrong a lot,” I say, sounding as ashamed as I feel. “About me and my family and what makes life mean something. Now I’m trying to be better, but I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You think too much,” he says, leaning forward and kissing my lips. “I see how you are with Desi and Carina, even Sidonie. That’s just you doing what you feel. At least, I hope it is.”
“I’m not faking anything,” I say, rolling to my side and stroking his tanned chest. “With you or the girls, at least. I did fake as if your sisters weren’t annoying me. I’m sorry, but Barbie was acting like a bitch, and I wanted to slap her.”
Bronco gives me a great smile. “She is a bitch, but you shouldn’t slap her. She’ll punch you. Then I’ll have to get Bambi to punch her. It’ll be a mess.”
“I can’t fight. I got slapped by a girl at the club once, and I just stood there like a dipshit. I should ask Shelby and Taylor to teach me some moves.”
Bronco grins wider. “I can show you plenty.”
Sharing his smile, I slide my hand down to see if he might be interested in another round of orgasms. Yep, that thick cock of his is plenty hard. Just in case his erection wasn’t enough of a hint, he leans me back and licks my left nipple while his fingers stroke the right one.
Somehow, I expected Bronco to get irritated after hearing about my past. Or be turned off. Yet he still wants me.
I remind myself how his family isn’t exactly the Brady Bunch. He’s lived a messed-up life too. I shouldn’t assume he’ll judge me. I’ve wasted enough time being wrong about my family. I need to avoid making the same mistakes with Bronco.
BRONCO
Lana doesn’t hold back during a fuck. She asks for what she wants, demands it really, and opens herself up completely. Then the sex is over, and she shuts down and puts on her mask again. I hadn’t realized how