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“Strip,” he barks, and my body moves to comply without even realizing it.

He matches me, piece of clothing for piece of clothing. When I’m naked and laid out on his bed, he’s standing over me still looking like an angered bronco. I rub my thighs together, uncertainty and arousal swirling in my belly and leaving me feeling off kilter.

His voice is guttural as he strokes his cock, “Does it look like I’m mad at you?” I lick my lips and blink, unsure whether he’s expecting an answer or not. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he assures me.

Porter’s body comes over mine, covering and sheltering me. Even though I can feel he’s on the edge of his control, he makes me feel safe.

“You being possessive over me and not giving her an inch made me so fucking hard,” he whispers against my skin as his lips skim over my neck.

“Porter,” I moan, needing him.

He groans, “Love my name on your lips, Starlet.”

It’s been difficult to call him Bronco all night in front of his brothers, but I think I did a pretty good job. I prefer him to be my Porter though.

Suddenly, the warmth from his body is gone as he sits back on his knees. His strong, calloused hands grip my hips and flip me over, pulling me up on my knees and making me gasp at the quick movement. With his body positioned between my legs, I can’t get any of the friction I need.

“Porter,” I keen, “I need you inside me.”

He grunts and captures my hair in his fist, wrapping the length around and tugging, not enough to really hurt, but enough to have me arching my back. Without warning, Porter fills me with his thick girth and stars dance across my vision.

The grip he’s had on my hip all night has been possessive and it’s built a yearning inside my soul, one which begins to find satisfaction as he continues to grab my hip with his free hand as he fucks me from behind. I can feel the smack of his balls against my clit and it’s taking a lot of fucking effort to stay on my hands and knees when my body wants to melt into a puddle of ‘oh that’s so fucking good’. I move my hips to meet his thrusts, my body moving with his because the give and take is delicious and decadent.

“Your pussy is squeezing me like a fucking vice,” he grits out through his teeth.

My eyes roll back in my head when I feel his sweat hit my back and I swear it sizzles against my skin. It shouldn’t be sexy, but I’m too far gone. His touch has kept me in a limbo of arousal all night and it’s been torture.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me,” I moan.

I don’t know how he finds it, but he fucks me harder, deeper, and faster. When he lets go of my hip, he grips my hair tighter, not allowing me to move or look over my shoulder. I don’t need to. I look up and find a mirror hanging over the dresser in the room which gives me the perfect fucking view of my man unhinged.

When he spanks my ass, it pushes me over the edge, and I scream his name as my release pummels me like a hurricane. He keeps spanking me as I ride out the storm, finding ebbs and flows of pleasure that feel like they’ll never end.

The masculine groan that comes from the back of his throat has my walls squeezing his cock right before I feel the warmth of his cum filling me. It’s so damn good and my body feels languid and relaxed in a way only he can make me feel.

When he releases my hair, I collapse forward and close my eyes knowing he’ll take care of me.

I trust him.

Oh shit, I love him.

Then the darkness takes me, but his hazel eyes follow me into my dreams.

CHAPTER 7

BRONCO

It’s been two weeks since McKenzie’s first club party and every day with my woman has cemented how I feel about her. I knew she was special the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew she’d be the one I was looking for, but I had no idea the depth of the feelings I could have for her, and I’ve only known her a month.

Do the feelings keep growing? Is that possible?

As we ride for an hour outside of the city, the feeling of her body pressed against my back is indescribable. I want to show her someplace special, someplace just for us.

My Starlet fits against me perfectly and I’m glad I’ve never had anyone on the back of my bike. It’s something just for her. She didn’t have to tell me meeting the angels, especially Cherry, bothered her. I get it, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.

I can only hope Cherry figures out she needs to leave me the fuck alone. If she tries to cause drama and get in the way of my relationship with my woman, she’ll be out on her ass and none of us will think twice about it. Old ladies are sacred and that’s just how it is.

I know my woman cares about me. Hell, she might even love me. It’s there in her eyes when she looks at me and the way she reaches for me before she even realizes she’s doing it. She doesn’t mind it when I pick out her outfits and lay them out for her. No, in fact, she looks at me like she thinks it’s sweet.

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