“Maguire, I want you to find out who the fuck brought in that bull that almost killed Jericho.”
“Bronco!” someone says, but I ignore the people begging for my attention and try to finish this business.
“I’m on it, I don’t know how the hell someone could have got one in the stocks. Or why they’d want to.” He turns my way, and we share a look.
“I’ll have the boys check the cameras, but this arena is on lockdown as of right now.”
“I’ll have Shaw and Tate bring the rest of the steer around and push this crowd back. Go on out that way.” He nods toward the door that leads to the tunnel.
“I appreciate it.” I quickly clasp him on the shoulder before I duck out of the mob and to the safety of the dark.
This is the whole reason I stopped going to shows. When I was the one riding the bull, the women wouldn’t leave me alone, and when I was in the stands, the men were just as bad. I just want to be able to enjoy the sport like the rest of them, but it’s never that easy.
The crowds, the people, the attention, none of that was what I ever wanted. Even when I smiled and played nice. I did all I could to put a boundary between me and the job, but even when I took all the best precautions somehow people would break into my home or travel trailer to get my attention. Or they’d show up in the changing room, thinking I’d be easy. Enough is enough, and if that means I have to stay in an office while the rodeo is going on, then so be it.
It takes me forever to walk around the arena, but when I get to the back office, I find Tracy closing up for the night. It’s about damn time, because I’m already mad as hell that I had to track her down to begin with.
“You’re finished?” I ask, and she nods, but before she can answer me, I grab her wrist. “Good, we’re leaving.”
“Wait, what’s going on?”
“I said we’re leaving.”
“You can’t drag me out of here. I’m not your—”
“You might want to rethink that, sweet thing.” I hear her frustrated growl, but I don’t care.
“Why are you so pissy? I’m the one that should be mad.”
I don’t stop moving as I practically drag her out to my truck and strap her into the seat. Once I’ve got her belted in, I lean over and glare down at her.
“I’m pissy because I had to watch you walk around in that little outfit all night with every goddamn man in that arena wanting a piece of what’s mine. Now sit your ass down and be quiet.”
I slam the door of the truck and give security at the gate instructions to check with Maguire and lock the arena up. I make sure they know to call me after checking the footage, but I need to get the fuck out of here.
When I get in the truck, she starts in.
“You can’t tell me what to do, Bronco. I saw your fan club tonight, and I see all those little bunnies hopping around your feet. I’m not one of them, and I don’t plan on being one. I refuse to beg for your attention, and I won’t have you telling me what I can and can’t wear.”
Her face is red, and she’s breathing hard like she had to get that out as fast as possible. I pull out of the parking lot, and I’m thanking god my place is so close.
“Are you finished?” She opens her mouth to argue again, and I hold up my finger. “That’s the last warning you’ll get from me tonight.”
“Or what?” She leans in, daring me to do something.
“Or I’ll pull that tiny skirt off your ass and blister it red.”
She closes her mouth tight and then opens it again. It’s almost laughable how she’s considering the punishment, and goddamn it, it’s making me hard.
“You wouldn’t,” she eventually says, and I smile as I shake my head.
I’m silent the last mile as I pull into the garage of my house, but don’t make a move to get out.
“Are you going to tell me where the hell you even got that thing, because I know I didn’t pack those in your bags last night.”
“They were in the uniform closet.” She looks at me like I’m stupid. “All the girls wear them, so you can’t be mad at me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Lightning fast, I unbuckle her seatbelt and drag her across the console so her ass is lying right on top of it. “I’ll do whatever I want when it comes to you, sweet thing.”
Grabbing the edge of her skirt, I pull it so hard it splits on the side and her big ass is bared to me. She’s got on a pair of little cheeky panties, but they won’t stop me.
“Bronco!” she calls out and wiggles, her face nearly in my lap.
“I think we need to give your mouth something to do.” I unfasten my belt and then unbutton my jeans so my cock springs between us, hard and weeping at the tip. “Suck my dick while I spank you.”
“What?” She asks the question, but she wiggles her hips like she’s enjoying the idea.
Sure enough, when I slide my fingers over her pussy, her panties are soaked and her thighs spread. I push them to the side and then sink my fingers in her wet heat. Just as I rub them over her clit, her mouth surrounds the tip of my cock.
I groan as she sucks a little more into her mouth and her hands wrap around the base.
“Goddamn, that mouth is so good.” Her hips rock as I keep rubbing and she takes a little more of me into her mouth. “Bet that pussy is even better. Isn’t it?” She nods, and I smile, fisting her hair with one hand and guiding her up and down. “Next time, you’ll know better than to go around showing this off.”
I pull my hand out of her wet heat and then bring my palm down on her ass in a loud smack. She makes a sound, but with my dick in her mouth, it’s muffled. To my surprise, she sucks me harder and licks over the tip greedily. She pushes back against my palm, and I shake my head.
“I should have known this would be a treat instead of a punishment.” I smack her ass again on the other cheek, and now she’s taking almost all of me to the back of her throat.
Over and over, I spank her, until she’s rocking her hips and begging for relief. “Bronco,” she whines, looking up at me. “Please.”
“Come here.” I lean my seat back and pull her the rest of the way across so she’s straddling me. “Get on my dick, and I’ll make it better.”
“I’m not on anything.” Her eyes are wide as I rub my bare tip through her wet folds.
“You’re still going to let me cum in you, aren’t you, sweet thing?” I lean forward and kiss her gently, pushing the tip into her opening. “It’s all right if you make me a daddy. I’ll take care of you.”
Her panties are still pulled to the side as she slowly lowers onto the thick length of my cock. She hisses a little when I thrust up, but fuck, she feels too good to wait. I wrap an arm around her back and hold her steady as I pull her down the rest of the way in one quick thrust.
Her back arches, and she cries out, but I’m already rubbing her clit to distract her from the little bit of pain she’s feeling.
“Pull your shirt up,” I order and she does, letting her sweet tits fall out from underneath her bra. I lean forward, eager to suck on them.
She’s so fucking wet that even though she’s tight, I slide in and out so easy. It’s like she was made to ride my cock, and the longer we’re like this, the more I realize just how obsessed I am with her.
Never in my life have I felt this crazy for someone before, and it was instantaneous. One look at my beautiful girl and I was done. That’s what it feels like now. Being inside of her makes me even more insane with need, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop.
“Oh god, Bronco don’t stop.” She shoves my cowboy hat off of me and grabs my hair as I lift her up and down.
She’s so close to the edge from the spanking that it doesn’t take long for me to make her cum. She cries out in the cab of the truck and clings to me as her climax hits. I pull her down all the way, making sure to get my cum as deep as I can go before I let go. It’s the single greatest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, and I see black spots as I go off. There’s even a moment where I think I might pass out, but when I feel Tracy’s lips on mine, all I can do is smile.
“Maybe I’ll let you wear that uniform around the house,” I say, and she laughs.
“Only if it gets this kind of reaction from you.”