COWBOY ROMANCE: Avery (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 3)

by Amanda Boone

  “Is Paul angry?” Mindy asked.

  “Paul? No, he never gets angry,” Veronica told her with a slight shrug.

  Mindy felt relieved that she had not made enemies of her new neighbor and the bar owner where Vince hung out. She was hopeful that they could stop there for a beer one day while out on a ride without the fear of Paul kicking them out as soon she walked in.

  “And don’t worry about that crazy bitch…She's banned for good this time,” Veronica added.

  Mindy smiled, trying not to show too much relief. The angry blonde woman with tattoos all over her body had frazzled her. She had thought she was Vince’s girl, and she was pretty sure the girl thought that as well. After being accused of being his “new whore”, she ended up leaving with him, so she knew the woman would be furious if she seen them together now.

  “Who’s your friend?” a large bald man covered in tattoos asked.

  “Hey Bear, this is Mindy. She just moved in,” Veronica said.

  The man stared at Mindy intensely, slowly eyeing her from top to bottom. She felt as though she was a car on the lot being inspected before purchase. This normally would have made Mindy uncomfortable, but after her night with Vince, she found something erotic about the tattooed men who rode iron horses.

  “Well damn, girl, join the party!” Bear finally broke his stare and smiled as he invited Mindy over to her neighbor's patio.

  Mindy pulled one of her patio chairs over to Veronica’s side and sat down next to the cooler. Veronica started telling them about her evening as a bartender and how the blonde woman, who she kept calling Nikki, threw a fit when Vince asked her to join him on the run.

  “So, your Vince’s new old lady?” a scrawny man with a long beard asked.

  Mindy laughed at the oxymoron, but smiled at the thought of being Vince’s girl. The four men seemed to accept her as his new “old lady”, and it felt good to be a part of a cliché, even though she may be leaving soon to follow her dreams.

  “It’s a damn shame… I woulda’ loved to thrown you on the back of my bike,” the scrawny bearded man responded before hearing an actual answer to his question.

  “Don’t pay no attention to Blackie,” Veronica interrupted before he could finish telling Mindy what else he would like to do to her.

  Mindy was giggling to herself at the names the men answered to. Bear was tall, bald, and covered in tattoos. He was as large as a bear, but he had no hair. Blackie had a long red beard, was white as a ghost, and was missing most of his teeth. She thought maybe Black was his last name, but didn’t want to ask. Veronica introduced Shane, a well-built black man probably in his late 30’s who also had no hair and tattoos all over, and last but not least, Tiny, a large man with a beard and tons of hair peeking out from under his t-shirt, who she felt should have been named Bear.

  The topic quickly moved from Mindy’s night at the bar and her possible love affair with Vince to the upcoming bike run. Mindy was still unclear about what this was, but she knew Vince had asked her to go and she intended to do so. She felt stupid to ask, so she just agreed that she would be there when Shane asked.

  Four beers later another set of bikes pulled up to Veronica’s patio. A couple both dressed in leather and fringe dismounted and immediately went to Bear to start up a conversation, and Vince, who kept an eye on Mindy, was greeted by the other guys.

  Mindy felt a rush of excitement flow through her body as Vince stared at her. He maintained eye contact throughout his conversations with Bear and the couple he rode in with, and when they finally released him from their attention, he walked over to Mindy’s chair.

  His arms were exposed in his sleeveless button up Harley shirt, displaying the muscles that held her so tightly just a few short hours ago. The way he fit into his Levi’s made Mindy squirm in her seat as he got close enough for her to lock eyes with the bulge he carried between his thighs. He was exquisite, masculine perfection. He dropped down over top of Mindy’s chair, placing a hand on either side of her as he leaned in close.

  “Now, what on earth are you doing partying with these animals, baby doll?” he asked, his voice strong and delicious.

  “When you live next to a zoo, it's customary to visit.” Mindy smirked.

  Vince let go of a laugh, and then bit his bottom lip as he stared into Mindy’s eyes. “Baby doll, you’re a pistol,” he said.

  He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips against Mindy’s. Her mouth parted as she waited for his skillful tongue to invade her mouth. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip, and then pressed his teeth around the plump, pink, tender skin before biting down, just hard enough to make her squeal.

  “We have a screamer,” Blackie yelled out as he raised his beer in the air towards Vince.

  Vince smiled at Mindy and slid his hand down beside her in her seat. She felt her legs quiver and her panties become moist as he stared into her eyes. She closed her eyes as his hand brushed past her bare thigh, and bit her bottom lip in anticipation of his next move. She heard the cooler open beside her, followed by ice shuffling as Vince grabbed a beer. She opened her eyes, feeling silly for her assumption that Vince was about to tease her, but his grin let her know he loved watching her squirm.

  As he pulled the beer up to his face, he dropped a piece of ice in Mindy’s chair. She let out another small squeal as the cold block sat against her bare skin.

  “I’m sorry, let me get that for you.” Vince smiled.

  He reached down into her chair and fumbled until he found the ice cube that was causing Mindy such anguish. As she rose up out of her chair to allow him to retrieve it, he pushed it into her shorts between her ass cheeks with his thumb.

  Mindy’s squeal did not go unnoticed by anyone at Veronica’s party. As they stared in her direction, some laughing, some just watching, she stood up and let the ice cube fall from her shorts. Once everyone knew what had happened, the laughter echoed through the apartment complex lawn, and Vince took a swig of his beer with a proud look of victory on his perfectly chiseled face.

  “Not funny, Vince!” Mindy yelled, but kept a smile on her face.

  “I agree, it was fucking hilarious,” Vince said, laughing.

  There was something about Vince’s immaturity that she found playful and fun. He had to be in his 30’s, possibly late 30’s, but he didn’t feel much older than her, especially right now. She loved the mixture of experience from age and immaturity that he possessed.

  Mindy’s body tingled from where the ice had been shoved, and now her shorts displayed a wet spot between her legs from where the heat Vince had stirred up instantly melted the cube on contact.

  “C’mon, I’ll get you a pair of shorts.” Veronica motioned for Mindy to come inside.

  Mindy looked around at Veronica's apartment as she followed her to the bedroom. The furniture was red leather, and paintings of motorcycles and wolves lined the walls in no specific order. The apartment was clean, but lacked any real style outside of the, well, biker chic. In the bedroom, a king size waterbed with a wooden canopy and mirrors took up most of the room. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, including a few pairs of thong panties.

  “Here, try these.” Veronica tossed a pair of black yoga shorts towards Mindy.

  “Thanks.” Mindy stripped out of her wet shorts and panties, and then slipped into the black shorts handed to her.

  “So, what’s the deal with you and Vince?” Veronica asked.

  Mindy wasn't sure what “the deal” was with her and Vince yet, and wasn't exactly clear on how she should answer the direct question.

  “I noticed he walked you out last night and never came back in, and, well, his bike was parked by your door all night long.” Veronica smirked.

  Mindy felt her face start to flush with embarrassment. She had never gone home with a man she didn’t know before. Hell, she had only had one other sexual experience in her young life. She wasn't used to having girlfriends to share juicy details with, let alone having juicy details to share.

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p; “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, girl,” Veronica apologized.

  “I've just never done anything like that,” Mindy told her shyly.

  “You’re an adult! Nothing wrong with having a little fun.” Veronica smiled.

  “It was more than a little fun!” Mindy blurted out, and then immediately turned bright red.

  “Just as long as you realize sometimes a good time is just that…a good time,” Veronica said in what felt like a friendly warning.

  “Oh, I know,” Mindy agreed.

  Mindy wasn't sure she fully understood what Veronica meant by her comment as they walked back out to her patio. She had told her Vince was harmless last night at the bar, and the next thing Mindy knew, he was following her home and ordering her to spread herself open for his hard cock. Maybe Vince wasn’t harmless after all; maybe he was just doing what Veronica said…

  Maybe he was just having a good time.

  Chapter Two

  Vince was standing on the lawn talking to Shane and Bear. He watched Mindy as she walked out of the door with Veronica. She felt uncomfortable with his eyes on her, but loved that he was so attentive to her every move. She bent over to grab a beer out of the cooler, and then heard a low whistle. She looked over her shoulder to see Vince with his lips pinched together as he finished his verbal approval of her new shorts.

  Mindy noticed Veronica’s eyes glued to Vince before they drifted over to her direction.

  “What have you done to that man?” she asked.

  “What do you mean?” Mindy asked.

  “He’s really into you,” Veronica told her.

  Mindy blushed and took a swig of her beer to hide the smile that was curling up on her lips. She knew what he had done to her, and she hoped that she had done the same to him.

  Veronica left the subject of Mindy and Vince alone finally and steered the conversation to Mindy’s search for a new job. Mindy told her about her interview in New York, and Veronica’s eyebrows rose in surprise as she let out a squeal and reached out to hug her.

  “That is amazing, girl, I’ve always wanted to go to New York. Maybe I can visit you when you are a big shot!” Veronica exclaimed.

  Her tone was too excited as she spoke loud enough for Vince to hear. Mindy was not ready to tell him about her interview yet. She noticed his eyes move towards her as he listened to Veronica’s squeals, and his expression slowly changed to a disapproving look. His eyes were no longer seductive, but instead had a more sedated quality to them. His smile disappeared as he looked at her with confusion. Mindy felt sick to her stomach. She knew he was going to be upset that he heard the news by Veronica yelling about it and not from her personally.

  He walked over to the cooler, and then leaned down beside her as he pulled out a beer. He stopped as he stood back up and whispered in her ear, “I didn’t know you were a big shot.” His voice was cold and judgmental.

  “It's just an interview. I found out about it this afternoon,” Mindy explained.

  “I’m sure you’ll get the job, Miss College.” His tone let off a large degree of sarcasm as he spoke.

  “Never said I was going to take the job,” Mindy whispered back.

  Vince’s eyes gave approval and his smile returned. He scooped her up out of her chair, causing her to squeal once again. Blackie seemed to get the most delight out of her high-pitched noises. He held his beer up to Vince again, as if making her scream out was an accomplishment.

  “We got a new party starting, boys! Save me a beer,” Vince yelled to the others standing on the lawn, and then carried Mindy into her apartment.

  His arms were so strong and hard. She loved how his hand on her ass was large enough to cup it with ease as it supported her weight. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and she stared into his eyes as he walked down the hall and to her bedroom.

  He tossed her on the bed, and then flipped on the bedroom light. She watched as he stood over her, staring, contemplating.

  “Now, what am I gonna do with you?” he asked.

  “Anything you want,” Mindy said softly, then bit her bottom lip.

  “You’re damn right about that, baby doll.” His voice hinted at his excitement, though it suddenly turned stern as he added, “You need to find a way to make this up to me.”

  “What do you mean?” Mindy asked, feeling as though this was not so playful anymore.

  “Trying to leave me, and not even telling me about it.” His smile widened.

  Mindy scrambled to explain her side of the story. “I wasn’t—”

  “That’s OK, baby doll. As long as you learn how to say a proper sorry.” Vince grinned even wider.

  Mindy wanted nothing more than to make him happy again. She wanted him to look at her the way he had earlier. This disappointed tone in his voice made her feel uncomfortable, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make it go away.

  Vince unbuttoned and unzipped his Levi’s. He stared at Mindy as she squirmed on the bed. Veronica’s shorts were tight and showed most of her ass cheeks with her legs pulled up to her chest as she sat and waited for his orders.

  He dropped his jeans to his ankles without removing his boots. His black boxer briefs displayed the shape of his hard cock beneath the thin material. Mindy licked her lips at the sight, recalling the pleasure that it was able to give.

  Vince’s thumbs sat underneath the material on either side of his hips. He watched as Mindy stared intensely at his package, and then teased her by pulling down a small section at a time. Once he pulled the briefs down far enough to expose his black curly hairs, he stopped.

  “Do you want this, baby doll?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Mindy replied quickly.

  “Tell me you want it,” he ordered.

  “I want it.”

  “What?” he asked.

  Mindy spoke up as ordered. “I want your cock.”

  “Get over here and take it, baby girl,” he ordered.

  Mindy got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the end of the bed. She sat up and placed her thumbs under the thin material of Vince’s briefs, then tugged at the material until it pulled away from his body and released the erection that was hiding underneath.

  She took him in her hand and stroked slowly as she stared into his eyes. He gave little expression as he waited for her to do as she was ordered. She leaned forward and placed her lips around the head of his cock. She worked up saliva in her mouth as she slowly pushed down around his veiny shaft. Her jaws ached as she took him as far into her mouth as she possibly could, and she relaxed her jaw enough to begin a stroking motion with her mouth on his cock.

  Vince let out a moan as she slid up and down on him with her mouth. She was so full that the tight grip was creating an explosive friction. Knowing that she was the reason for his moans, the source of his pleasure, and the focus of his attention was all she needed to become aroused. She began to feel tingling sensations between her legs as her pussy lips swelled and started to ache. She looked up at Vince while she had him pushed far into her mouth and watched as he threw his head back and groaned. He looked down into her eyes, and Mindy could tell he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm as he placed his hand on her head to stop her mid-stroke.

  “I’m not ready to be done with you just yet, baby.” His voice was raspy and winded.

  Mindy slowly pulled her mouth from his erection, stopping to suck tightly on the head before releasing her grip. She watched as his face cringed in anguished pleasure.

  “You need to get those clothes off,” he ordered.

  Mindy pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts. She could tell he was pleased that she wasn't wearing a bra. As she slid her shorts down, his eyes immediately focused on the pink swollen flesh between her legs.

  “No panties?” he asked.

  “They were wet,” she told him.

  He bit his bottom lip and continued to focus on her so intensely that she began to throb at his observation.

  “I like that,” he
said, and then quickly added, “No more panties for you, my dear.”

  He placed his hands on her knees and pushed on her legs, forcing them to fall open to either side of her body.

  He reached down and unlaced his boots, removing them hastily, and then kicked his wadded jeans to the side. He locked eyes with her the entire time he finished undressing. Mindy felt herself squirm as she yearned for him to look at her open pussy.

  Vince leaned forward and used both thumbs to spread the tender skin apart between Mindy’s legs.

  “That’s beautiful” He whispered. “Whose pussy is that?”

  “Yours,” Mindy responded.

  “That’s right. You keep it clean and shaved baby, but I am the only one allowed to play with that pussy, you understand?”

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  He slid a finger deep inside of her. She let out a moan as her aching skin felt a slight relief from his long hard finger. He stroked slowly, still spreading her apart with the opposite thumb so he could watch as her skin tugged at his with every motion.

  “That’s nice and tight, just the way I like it, baby,” he whispered.

  Mindy felt like she would explode at any minute. She had never had anyone talk about her body in such a way. Hearing his approval aroused her to a level she had never experienced. She loved hearing him say she was beautiful and tight. She loved hearing him say that her pussy belonged to him, only him.

  He pulled his finger slowly from between her pulsating flesh. He must have known he was teasing her beyond her capacity, and Mindy could tell he loved every minute of it. She loved every minute of it. He slid the slippery juices that flowed from her between her ass cheeks with his finger. He stroked the center of her ass cheeks with his finger in a circular motion. Her body tensed as she readied herself for him to enter. He stared at her and watched as she squirmed. He circled, teased, but then returned his attention to her pussy.

  “Whose ass is that?” He asked.

  “Yours,” Mindy responded with a shaky voice.

  “When I want it, I will have it,” he warned.

  Mindy swallowed hard and felt her body begin to tremble. She had never thought of that part of her body as sexual, but now, with the sensation of his recent lingering still apparent, she wanted him to claim his territory.