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)
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.
Finally, after she got enough to eat, I hurried us out of the house before I buried my face in her pussy and we never left. There are things to be done at the arena, and I want to get them done as quickly as possible.
“So tell me what you think,” I say as I pull out of the driveway and we head toward the Circle C.
“About what?” She smiles and shakes her head. “Breakfast, your house, all of this?”
I think for a second and then nod. “Yeah.”
She laughs, and it’s the sweetest sound. “Be careful what you ask for. I’ve been told I talk too much.”
Tracy looks away from me and out the window as I drive, and I can feel the change in her. It’s so abrupt it makes me angry because I want to know who the fuck told her she talks too much. Who made her feel like she had to keep quiet instead of saying what she thinks and feels? It can’t have only been her father, but I’m putting the heap of the blame on him.
“Hey,” I say, taking her hand in mine. She turns my way at the touch, and I squeeze my fingers around hers. “Go ahead and talk my ear off, sweet thing. I’ve got two for a reason.”
She gives me a little smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, but she nods. “Breakfast was great. I don’t think I’ve had homemade pancakes since my mom left. I was around three, but I remember them.”
“Where’d she go?” I ask, and Tracy shrugs.
“My father never told me. He just said she ran off, but I think he had something over her that kept her away. I’m not sure why she’d leave me behind with him otherwise.”
“It might have something to do with the Circle C,” I say, and Tracy’s brows furrow.
“What do you mean?”
“He had part of the deed in your name. Not the controlling share, so you couldn’t make decisions unless he died. But it looks like when the land was purchased, it was put under your name too. Maybe your mom had a hand in that?”
“He never told me,” she says quietly and looks out the window again.
“I’m not surprised.” Her dad was a real piece of shit, and I can only assume he kept Tracy around because he didn’t have one hundred percent of the control on the property. If her mom was around, she could have made trouble by not allowing the sale to go through. Maybe that’s why he waited until now to do it? “I need your help.”
“Me?”
I smile and nod. “Yep, you.”
“How in the world can I help you? You’re the one with all the money.”
“True, but I need to know how to spend it.”
“I think that’s the easy part.” Her smile is back, and it’s a reminder of just how special she is. No matter what life throws at her, she keeps on smiling.
“I looked over the financials last night, and there’s one thing I kept coming back to.” I glance at her as I pull into the parking lot of the Circle C. “You ran all of that, Tracy, and it’s the reason the Rodeo has stayed open all these years, in spite of what your father took and let fall to the side. You’re the one that kept the doors open on this place, and that means you know what it takes to keep it going, even when someone is skimming off the top.”
“I didn’t do much. I just kept the bills paid, but there was never any left over.” She shrugs like it’s not a big deal.
“You’re not giving yourself enough credit. This is a multimillion-dollar-a-year facility, and you, by yourself, kept it going. I know grown men with pockets twice as deep that haven’t been able to do that. You’ve got a gift, sweet thing, and it’s time we put it to use.”
She blushes, and I can’t help reaching out and tracing my thumb over the rosy cheek.
“I’ve got some people I want you to meet.”
“Meet?” For the first time all morning, she looks nervous. Well, except for when she thought she was going to suck my cock, but I can’t think about that right now or I won't be able to walk because my dick will be too hard.