As my eyes adjust more to the room, I notice my bag in the corner. I dart over to it and grab it before I quickly make my way into the bathroom. When I enter, I go straight for the shower and then moan when the hot water comes on. There is no way I can resist a hot shower.

I take my time, and part of me wonders if Bronco is going to show up. I have no idea what I’ll do if that happens. I consider pretending he caught me in here, and then I roll my eyes at myself. You’re not a whore, Tracy. Why do I have to keep reminding myself of this? I’m a damn virgin!

It’s clear, however, Bronco thinks I am. I can’t really blame him either with how I’ve been letting him do whatever he wants. I went along with the whole idea that he owns me since he bought the Circle C. Well, he’s in for a rude awakening. Now my vagina just needs to get it together too.

It doesn’t help that after using his shampoo and soap, I smell like Bronco even more than I had before I’d gotten into the shower.

The whole time I get dressed I give myself a pep talk of what I’m going to say and how I’m going to stand up for myself. I’ll work for the Circle C but not on my back.

Maybe we could negotiate? Something like no full penetration. He can’t have my virginity, but we could fool around? I glare at myself in the mirror. My hair is still wet, but I braided it after I got dressed.

“No!” I point at my reflection, trying to think straight.

“No breakfast?” a deep voice rumbles from behind me. I let out a scream of surprise and turn to see Bronco standing there in the doorway of the bathroom. He’s so handsome and even bigger than I remembered. “Well, I guess it’s lunch at this point.”

Did I really sleep that long? I never sleep that long.

“I don’t want your food.” I raise my chin in defiance. Okay, I guess I’m doing this. For the first time in my life, I’m going to stand up for myself.

A slow, sexy smile pulls at Bronco’s lips. “You fed me, so it would only be fair if I feed you.”

My mouth falls open. He did not say that. I press my thighs together as my fresh panties start to get ruined already. Damn him. It’s going to be hard to resist this man.

“You expect me to suck your—” My eyes drop to the crotch of his jeans, and there’s a clear outline of his hard cock. Is that thing always hard!?

“It kills me to stop you, but no. I cooked. Come on, sweet thing. You need real food,” he says before he strolls away, leaving me completely dumbfounded.

Chapter Eight

Bronco

Every damn time she put her mouth around the fork to take a bite, my cock pulsed. Just the thought of her on her knees and sucking my dick made me have to go to the bathroom and jerk off. She looked at me funny with the pancake halfway to her open mouth as I stormed out of the room. But I’m only so strong, and I knew she needed to eat. It was over after three pumps, and only enough to take the edge off. When I came back to the kitchen, she was sucking syrup off her finger, and I nearly fell to my knees in pain.