Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
One look at that little thing and all I want to do is throw her over my shoulder and get her the hell out of here. Rodeo life isn’t for the innocent, and I have a feeling she’s already been through too much if this is how she’s living.
I go up to the trailer and knock on the door, and the whole thing shakes. I shake my head and knock again when I don’t hear movement inside.
“What the fuck?” I bang on the door, and this time I see a light come just before Tracy swings open the door. “Holy shit.”
She’s standing there in nothing but white cotton panties and a white threadbare tank top that clings to her curves. Some people might call her chubby, but I’d call every inch of her fucking perfect.
“What?” She blinks a few times like she’s not awake, and I wonder how the hell she was able to fall asleep so fast.
“Get back inside,” I bark, and she falls over backwards at my sharp tone. “Fuck.”
I have to climb inside the rickety trailer to help her off the floor. She’s sprawled out on some kind of fluffy pink rug, but I don’t have time to look around at the place.
“Goddamn it, girl, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I pull her into my arms and sit down on the mattress behind me. There’s not much else in here to sit on, and my size is already stretching the space to capacity.
“I’m sorry?” She says it like a question as she looks up at me through her dark lashes.
“Don’t you have some clothes you can put on?” I don’t bother to hide my stare as I look down at her nearly naked body and run my hand along her hip. “Or is this part of the deal?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She makes no move to climb out of my lap, and I know my cock has to be digging into her ass. I can’t help it with her soft body pressed against mine.
“I just bought the Circle C Rodeo, and the deal was you come with it.” My hand slides up her bare thigh because I can’t help the need to feel her, to dig my fingers into her softness. “Your daddy promised me you were still sweet. Are you, Tracy?”
“I…um…” She swallows hard, and instead of answering me out loud, she nods.
Fuck, I should get out of here. All I wanted to do was come in here and tell her to grab her shit so I could put her up in a hotel. But having her on my lap and feeling her warm curves pressed against me makes me want to do bad things. She hasn’t had a man, but I bet I could teach her how to ride.
“Why don’t you show me?” I nod to her panties as I push her legs open a little. “Let me see what I paid for.”
Her hand is shaky as she lifts the edge of her panties and slowly pulls them to the side. That’s when I see her pussy lips, already wet and full. I lick my lips and nod to her again.
“Let me taste it.”
Chapter Five
Tracy
Am I really doing this? I have to be dreaming this time for sure. How’s it possible Bronco owns the Circle C Rodeo now and I’ve somehow come along with this deal? How is this even possible without someone talking to me? Not only that, but Bronco is in my trailer, and he wants to see my body. He said he wants a taste of what he thinks he rightfully owns. My body agrees with him all too eagerly.
I’d think he’d want me to help more as a manager or something because that makes more sense. I guess that’s why he was at the Circle C to begin with. I mean, you can’t ride steer forever, but he could find buckle bunnies for life. I think that’s one of the main reason my father sticks around here. Owning a rodeo means money, but my father had no head for business.
That said, it's clear Bronco has other ideas. The only thing he wants me to manage at the moment is him. This is also a fantasy of mine come to life. Having seen him tonight in the flesh has made this dream more vivid than any of the others I’ve had of him before, and I don’t ever want to wake up. That always happens when you start to get to the really good part.
“Are you shy?” He smirks, seeming to enjoy my hesitation.
My nod is so small, but he understands. How can I not be shy? This man has been somewhat of a legend in my mind over the years, and now the hard outline of his cock is pressing against my bottom. He’s turned on by me, and it’s hard to wrap my mind around the idea of that. I should probably be really honest because I’d hate to disappoint Bronco. In fact, my need to please him is stronger than anything.