How the hell does he know Jade’s favorite?
Jade laughs. “I think the feather is your favorite.”
How the hell does she know his favorite?
Bronx’s laughter booms, and the sound grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
“What about this?” Bronx shuffles to a metal frame hanging by rope with buckles and footrests. “For hands-free play, we’ve got the Threesome Swing.”
Is he fucking serious?
“It’s adjustable, supports multiple positions, and allows for unrestricted access. It’s a game-changer for group dynamics.” He smirks over his shoulder. “Imagine the possibilities. You, me, and someone else.”
Why the hell is he looking at me?
Who’s the someone else? AmIthe someone else?
“We could test it out tonight. Looks like we all have the same idea. And I’m free. What do y’all say?” The sheer audacity of his suggestion is staggering.
My jaw tightens. My shoulders square. My expression hardens, and the look I send him is enough of a no that I don’t have to mutter a word, but I say one anyway. To put a solid end to this conversation.
Bronx only smirks, unfettered by my rejection. “Why choose just one? Partners and toys.”
This is what Jade wants? A meaningless encounter with all that is this man?
His gaze scans the room with a predatory glint. It lands on a toy display nearby. With a casual stride, he picks one up, turning it over in his hands as if weighing its potential.
“The real fun begins when you mix and match. Imagine the Triple Teaser paired with the Threesome Ring, or the Triple Threat combined with the Mystery Box. The possibilities are endless.”
“You must think I didn’t hear you the first time,” I grit out. “I don’t need a second pitch. My answer’s not gonna change.”
He raises his hands. “Alright. Alright. Maybe another night.”
Maybe never.
“C’mon, Jade. Let’s pay for our fun finds and leave cranky pants with smurfsticicles.” Bronx collects some items from a pile I didn’t even notice, and his long strides take him straight past the curtain without waiting for Jade.
Real gentleman.
I don’t think when I grab her arm as she passes me. The heat of her skin spreads through my palm, stopping her in her tracks.
“What are you doing?” The question slips out, heavy and raw, like it’s coming from a place I can’t reach.
Her eyes snap up to me, and for a moment, we stare at one another.
Then her tongue darts across her soft lips. “Preparing for the rodeo. Gotta take down the bucket list like it’s 4thand goal. Hard. Fast. And no second-guessing.”
She pulls free and is gone, leaving me to wallow in something I don’t like: my feelings and my emotions.
I’m damn good at ignoring them, burying them, and keeping them buried.
But tonight, they drive me straight out the front door and to my little cabin next to the ranch hands’ quarters.
They keep me up all night. Tossing, turning, dreaming about her. About her with him. For an entire week. Living the dream I thought was mine.
Fuck that.
Before the crack of dawn, I’m awake, packed, and pulling the RV to the meeting spot.
