by Amanda Boone
Downstairs a distinguished and extremely attractive Kevin Young stood in the hotel lobby. He was fumbling through a magazine when she snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and was unable to hide his approval of her attire. His smile widened, and he took his time gazing at her from head to toe.
“You look amazing,” he finally said.
“Thank you. As do you,” she replied.
“Shall we?” He motioned towards the door.
Mindy walked through the doors that were opened by the doormen and out to the awaiting Bentley, where Kevin’s driver again held the door for her. Inside he had a bottle of wine opened and breathing and two glasses chilled and ready. In just a short time, she'd gone from mounting the back of a bike outside a dirty hole in the wall bar and drinking beer out of a cooler to this. She was in awe. She was in heaven. She was in her element.
The car stopped in front of a large building. The driver walked around and opened the door for Mindy, and Kevin took her hand. He explained they were going to have drinks in one of New York’s finest rooftop gardens. Mindy had heard of 230, and she had planned to visit the famous rooftop bar during her stay. She was delighted that he chose this location.
Once the elevator door opened and they stepped out into the outdoor terrace, it was as if they had been transported to another world. Mindy noticed Kevin watching her as she took in the view. He looked at her with a strange appreciation she had not expected…
“How about a table with a view of the Empire State Building, Ms. Thompson?” Kevin asked as he guided her towards the North side of the terrace.
“Mindy, please” she corrected him, then quickly added, “That would be amazing.”
They sat at a picnic style table in the corner of the rooftop with a perfect view of the Empire State Building and the city surrounding it. The greenery that surrounded their table was lush and vibrant for added privacy. The location was romantic, not really a professional place to have drinks and become acquainted.
Mindy ordered the Peach Bellini and Kevin ordered a glass of red wine from their private stock. His eyes wandered to her cleavage, and then quickly back to her eyes. Vince had opened up a new fetish in her world; she loved being looked at with that desire. Kevin reached his hand across the table to grip hers.
“I hope I'm not being too forward, Ms. Thompson,” he said. “Mindy.” He quickly corrected himself. “I think you are a beautiful and extremely intelligent woman, and that does interest me,” he said without breaking eye contact. “My interest in you has nothing to do with your position at the gallery. You can tell me to buzz off right now and I will rein in my attraction so we can continue a strictly business relationship.”
He then sat back into his seat as he released her hand.
Mindy’s head was spinning. He was making advances towards her, and she smiled inside.
“All work and no play, what fun is that?” she responded and smiled at the nervous man across from her.
After a couple more drinks, they both decided it was time to call it a night. The driver took her to her hotel where Kevin walked her to her door. As she fumbled for her key card, he placed his thumb on her chin to raise her mouth to his. He pressed his lips against hers. They were soft, gentle, not like Vince’s forceful and passionate kisses. He pulled away as she parted her lips and smiled.
“I am looking forward to spending more time with you, Mindy,” he said, and then took the key card from her hand and unlocked her door.
He held the door open until she made it inside, and then shut her inside as he left himself standing in the hallway.
Mindy was elated. She jumped onto her bed and pulled out her phone to call her mother with the news. Her light was flashing to let her know she had missed calls. She knew she had her phone turned off most of the day while with Kevin. She looked at her notifications and saw she had missed two calls from her mother, one from her dad, and had a text message from Vince.
Vince: How did the interview go babe?
Mindy struggled with that she should say to this man. She was so wrapped up in him for the few days they spent together, but now that she was away, she felt like this was where she belonged. This was where she wanted to be. Needed to be.
Mindy: They offered me the position :)
Vince: How did they take it when you told them no? Haha
Mindy was surprised at how quickly he answered. She pictured him sitting at the bar with his phone in front of him, waiting for her to respond.
Mindy: I told them yes
Vince: Oh
Mindy: It is an amazing opportunity. It is what I have worked towards my whole life.
Vince: Ok
Mindy could tell that she was upsetting him. She knew she had insinuated she would tell them no, but she never promised him that. She barely knew this man and owed him nothing. He lied to her and left her alone all night with her door unlocked, so why should she stop her life for him? She decided that she was not going to worry about Vince or Vince’s feelings. She was making the move that she felt was in the right direction. She was happy.
She would do her best to avoid him when she came home to pack her apartment. Right now, all she wanted to do was call her parents and tell them the amazing news. She needed someone to be happy for her, not bring her down. She was going to visit her new apartment in the morning, plus she'd get to spend more time with Kevin. She could not wait for the adventures that were awaiting her.
And she couldn't wait to taste Kevin’s lips against hers again.
THE END
Taken by the Alpha Biker 3
Book 3: Letting go
Book 3: Letting go
Chapter One
Mindy packed up the last of her belongings inside her tiny apartment. She had barely moved in, and now it was time to move on. She was excited to move on, but knew she had to deal with what she planned to leave behind. She was not excited about that.
A tap on her backdoor caused her to jump. Her heart began beating rapidly, and she felt her nerves become unraveled as she peeked through the blinds. She wasn't ready to deal with Vince, not yet.
Mindy sighed, feeling her body calm when she noticed Veronica standing outside of her door. She was holding up a six-pack of Bud Light, and then flipped the bird and stuck out her tongue when she noticed Mindy peeking out at her.
“Hey girl!” Veronica exclaimed as Mindy opened the door to let her in.
“Hey,” Mindy said.
“I can’t believe you’re moving! You just got here.” Veronica almost sounded disappointed.
Leaving Veronica behind was disappointing to Mindy as well. She'd never had a girlfriend, and even though she barely knew Veronica, and they were completely different, they seemed to hit it off.
“I know, I’ll miss you,” Mindy assured her.
Veronica twisted the caps from two bottles, then handed one to Mindy. She sat down on one of the boxes that were already packed, looking around the apartment as she sipped her beer. Mindy took a swig of the beer, and then finished putting the tape on the last box.
“Have you seen Vince?” Veronica asked.
“No,” Mindy responded.
“He was pretty upset at the bar last night,” Veronica said.
Mindy couldn’t imagine Vince upset over her. They had barely met, and he was a rough and tough biker who had plenty of sexual experience, so she figured he would order a shot of whiskey, throw the first girl he saw over his shoulder, and ride off into the sunset, never to think about her again.
“You need to say goodbye at least,” Veronica pushed.
“I don’t know where to find him. I tried calling,” Mindy said.
“He lives on Harmon Avenue. Two streets past the bar make a left, and his house is the third on the right,” Veronica told her.
Mindy pushed the beer bottle to her lips as she contemplated stopping by to see Vince before she left. She knew it was the right thing to do, but she had never broken it off with anyone before. She was
n’t sure she knew how.
“Just think about it,” Veronica urged.
Mindy peeked out the window and noticed her father had finally pulled up to help her finish packing. Veronica introduced herself to Mindy’s father as he walked through the door, and then excused herself after giving Mindy a big hug and making her promise to call when she arrived safely. Mindy helped her dad load the trailer he had hitched behind her truck, and then said her goodbyes.
As she pulled out of her parking lot and headed down the main road, she considered stopping by Vince’s. She pulled out her phone and called him one last time. It rang five times, and then went to his voice mail. His deep sultry voice sent chills down her spine and tugged at her heart strings. She wanted to see him. She needed to see him. She passed the bar, looking for Harmon Avenue. As soon as she saw the street sign, she turned and drove slowly until stopping in front of the third house on the right. It was a small white house with vinyl siding and Vince’s Harley was parked on the front porch. He was home.
Her heart beat rapidly as she walked up the front door. She placed her hand on the doorbell and before she could press it, the door swung open. Vince stood before her wearing only his boxers. His chest was smooth and muscular, his arms toned. His deep blue eyes penetrated her, making her feel pleasurably violated. He wrapped his arms around her waist, then lifted her from her feet and into his arms.
She let out a squeal as he carried her into the house and kicked the door shut with his foot. His lips pressed hard against hers. He parted her lips with his tongue forcefully as he entered her mouth, stroking her tongue against his own. The kiss was dynamic. It was powerful. She felt her blood rush out of her head and between her legs, creating an ache so familiar, so missed.
Vince finally released her from his grip, then smiled at her with his sheepish grin. His eyes danced across her body as he struggled for words.
“Damn, girl, I’ve missed you,” he told her.
“I’ve missed you too.” she responded. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
“Ahhh, I figured you didn’t really care to see me, baby doll,” he said. He then added, “You got a new life now.”
Mindy felt horrible for making him feel so rejected. She never intended to hurt this man. She really had missed him. Yes, she had a new life, but with him standing in front of her so vulnerable, she was beginning to regret her decision to leave.
Vince peeked out the window at her trailer, and then smiled softly. “I guess this is your goodbye,” he said.
“I guess so,” she said. Mindy hesitated briefly before asking, “Will you come visit me?”
He laughed. “In New York? Oh baby, that’s a long ride.”
Mindy stuck her bottom lip out to pout. Vince wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
“You’re worth the ride, baby doll” he whispered. His hands travelled to her ass cheeks. “You wanna leave me with something to remember you by?”
“I have to go. Maybe I’ll just leave you wanting more so I know you’ll take that ride,” she teased.
Vince’s grip tightened around her ass cheeks, and he pulled her even closer. Her face was pressed against the smooth, hard skin on his chest. She could smell his faded cologne, taste his saltiness. She wanted him. She needed him. But… she had to go.
His hands slid to the small of her back, and then wandered along her sides. He used his thumbs to direct her arms to rise into the air, and then traced his fingers around the roundness of her breasts through her t-shirt.
Vince stepped back to look at Mindy as she stood in the position he left her. She knew he loved her obedience, and she loved pleasing him.
“Take that t-shirt off, baby doll,” he ordered.
“Vince, I have to go,” she pleaded.
He bit his bottom lip and raised one eyebrow at her disobedience, and then shook his head. Mindy knew he was relentless. He was not going to cave. At least, not before she did. She lowered her arms and pulled her t-shirt over her head, tossing it on the plaid couch from the 1970’s in Vince’s living room.
Vince lowered his mouth to her bare breast, and then began suckling it gently… He pressed his lips tightly around her nipple until he heard her moan. He tugged and scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin until her moan turned into a squeal, and then he stepped back.
“Those shorts gotta go, baby doll,” Vince ordered.
“Vince, I really have to leave,” she insisted weakly.
“I know, I know. All I want is a taste, and then you can think about me all the way there,” he said, grinning.
Mindy could feel her panties getting tacky from her excitement, and her sensitive flesh had already begun to swell and throb. She unfastened her button, then slowly unzipped her shorts, revealing the purple lace panties underneath.
Vince’s eyebrows rose, and he bit his bottom lip once again. He shook his head at her once again, this time in a way that made her know she was in trouble.
“Panties?” he asked, his tone teasing. “What did I tell you about panties?”
“Not to wear them,” Mindy answered.
Vince disappeared from the living room, leaving Mindy standing there with her bare breasts exposed through his large bay window and her shorts undone. She heard his rustling through the drawers in the kitchen, and then he returned with a pair of scissors in his hand. His sly grin made her nervous, but anxiously excited.
He stepped closer to Mindy and tugged at one side of her panties, pulling it tightly between her swollen pussy lips. She let out a squeal at the painfully pleasurable sensation. He snipped the side with the scissors, breaking the material free from her body. He tugged the other side, this time a little harder to create an even louder squeal. He snipped the material, and then gripped the front of her panties from inside her shorts. He gave three small tugs, playfully creating friction against her clit. He then gave one hard tug and slid them between her legs and out of her shorts, causing her to let out a loud moan.
He stood there with her panties in hand, staring. She was quivering from the friction that created a strong heat between her legs. It was painful, but still exciting.
“Take them off.” Vince motioned to her shorts with little expression.
Mindy slid her shorts off and kicked them to the side. She was no longer going to argue with Vince. She felt bad for letting him down, and wanted to make it up to him somehow. She decided to do as she was told.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Mindy turned around with her backside exposed to Vince. She was nervously awaiting his next order when she felt his hand slap against her ass. She let out a scream from the unexpected sting on her backside.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
Mindy bent over and placed her hands on the coffee table in front of her.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
Mindy reluctantly opened her legs a little further, and felt her nakedness take on an entirely new level. She loved how vulnerable he made her feel. She loved that even when she felt she should feel degraded, she felt sexy instead.
“Dammit, baby doll.” Vince’s tone was soft and deep.
Mindy felt his hand on her ass, and then a finger between her cheeks. He slid his finger between her swollen pussy, and then entered her. His finger curved like a hook, and he wiggled it inside as if he was beckoning someone to come over. She felt her juices start to flow as he knelt down between her legs. His tongue skillfully circled her clit, then traced her opening. He pressed his mouth against her clit and sucked hard. She let out a moan, pushing against the finger still hooked inside of her.
Mindy was close to her release. She could feel her legs start to tremble and her nipples harden. Her pussy throbbed, and her clit ached for the desperate release that was about to come. Vince removed his finger and his mouth from her, and then, without warning, slapped her ass again.
“Get dressed. You should probably get going,” he said.
Mindy was still bent over the coffee tabl
e, spread out in front of him. She wanted him. She needed him. He had her right where he wanted her. Where he needed her. She stood up and turned around. She stared into Vince’s deep blue eyes for answers. She couldn’t imagine why he would leave her this way.
“If you want me to finish, baby doll, you’ll call,” he whispered in her ear.
Vince stood and watched Mindy as she dressed in his living room. He held her hand, giving her a sweet kiss on the forehead at the front door. She walked to her truck confused, frustrated, still excited.
As she drove off towards the highway and her new life, all she could think about was Vince.
Chapter Two
Mindy turned the key to her new studio apartment and stood at the door in awe. The high vaulted ceilings and large windows overlooking the city made her finally push Vince and his skillful tongue out of her mind. She was finally where she felt she belonged. Where she had worked so hard to be.
“Come on in!” Kevin’s voice echoed through the large room.
“I didn’t see you standing there,” she said.
“I wanted to be the first one to welcome you,” he said, and then took her hand. Kevin pulled her inside and embraced her in his arms. “I’m so glad you're here, Mindy,” he whispered.
Mindy still had the faded cologne of Vince in her nose. When it mixed with Kevin’s expensive scent, it smelled cheap and dirty.
“This place is amazing,” she exclaimed as she pulled away from his embrace.
“I know you will love it here, Mindy,” he said.
She loved how he said her name. It dripped from his lips like honey. She sat her suitcase down and walked from room to room, exploring her new home. The bedroom was already furnished with a king size bed with a white down comforter and tons of colorful pillows, and the living room housed a white sectional sofa that was large enough to seat twelve.