COWBOY ROMANCE: Devon (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 2)

by Amanda Boone

  “They’re not the only ones,” Anders said. He stepped in close enough to steal a kiss.

  “You’ve got to stop,” Ahanti said, swatting him away. “I’ve got work to do. Don’t your bees need a workout or something?”

  “Bees are smart,” Anders replied. “They don’t even try to start their day until the sun is up.”

  “I should have been a bee,” Ahanti replied.

  “No, I like you exactly the way you are,” Anders said. He headed for the kitchen door. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll go take care of some chores, but I want to be here when the birthday boy shows up for those cupcakes. Just in case he has an attitude.”

  “You’re sweet,” Ahanti said. “But you know I can take care of myself.”

  “Of course,” Anders said. “I just want to be here to watch the show.” He stopped in the doorway. “Seriously, you’ll call me if you need me?”

  “I did before, didn’t I?”

  Anders smiled. “And I’m so glad you did.”

  When Sweet Nothings opened its doors in the morning, Ahanti saw her usual morning regulars. There were no motorcycles in the parking lot, just local ranchers and business owners who kept her busy serving up coffee and dishing out pastries.

  After that first rush, there was a brief break in the action. That’s when Anders called. “Everything all right?” he asked.

  “Stop worrying,” Ahanti said. Through the window she could see Ella and Sofita walking toward the shop. The lime tarts had done their trick. Sofita had given up her reclusive ways; staying home meant her best friend was hearing all the juiciest gossip first and she couldn’t have that. “It’s going to be fine.”

  “All right,” Anders said. “I’ll see you later.”

  Sofita wanted to know everything there was to know about Anders. She was particularly intrigued by the idea he kept bees for a living. “I just don’t understand how this works,” she said. “You can’t tame bees. You can’t talk to them. They’re bugs.” She snapped her fingers. “That means no brains. And how do you get a thing with no brains to listen to you?”

  “I don’t know, Sofie,” Ella said, teasing her friend. “Maybe he uses the same tricks you use to keep Freddie in line.” Freddie was Sofita’s very patient husband, a man renowned in the community for his good nature.

  “I’ll have you know Freddie is very smart,” Sofita said. “He’s practically a genius. After all, he married me.”

  “And we’re to take this as proof of genius?” Ella said, laughing.

  “Am I going to have to separate you two?” Ahanti asked. “This is a nice place. I don’ t need any trouble.”

  As if on cue, a motorcycle rumbled to a stop in the parking lot outside. Sofita and Ella looked at each other. “I don’t think we’re the trouble you have to worry about.”

  Lav was moving slowly. His right arm was in a splint, and the side of his face was all bruised up. He looked around the shop carefully to see who was there before approaching the counter where Ahanti stood.

  “Good morning, Lav,” she said.

  “Well, it’s morning,” he said. He looked at Sofita and Ella. “Oh, my. Look at the time. I really must be going.”

  The older ladies stared back at him, confused.

  He waved his left hand impatiently. “That’s what the two of you are supposed to be saying right now. “Oh, my. Look at the time. I really must be going.”

  Sofita took a long sip of her coffee. “I’m not going anywhere. I still have over half a cup of coffee, and I’m not getting to Dr. Mitchell’s office any earlier than I have to. He has a fish tank in the waiting room and the noise of that bubbler thing? It drives me crazy.”

  Lav moved, and Ahanti thought she spied the grip of a handgun tucked into his waistband. “So, you’re here for your cupcakes,” she said brightly. “I’ve got them for you right here.” She walked into the kitchen and quickly texted Anders, before returning with a big white box in your hand. “Now, we’ve got two different kinds of birthday picks. And I figured you would want to personally pick which ones went on the cupcakes.” Her eyes went up to meet Lav’s. His gaze was shiny but steady. “Because you are trying to be a good Dad, and that’s what good Dads do.”

  The sentence seemed to throw Lav off balance. Ella noticed and gently gripped Sofita by the forearm.

  Ahanti put the birthday picks out on the counter. “These ones are blue, and say Happy Birthday in Gold,” she said, “and these ones have just the birthday candle.”

  “Which one,” Lav asked, “do kids like best?”

  “How old is your kid?” Sofita asked.

  Lav’s eyes went wide. “I am not having that conversation again.” He looked angry.

  “I mean, can he read or not?” Sofita said, blithely ignoring the discomfort of everyone else in the room. “If your baby is little, the candles are better. But if they’re in school, they like the words that say Happy Birthday.”

  Lav visibly relaxed. “All right. We’ll do the Happy Birthday ones.”

  Through the window, Ahanti could see Anders pulling into a parking spot. Lav followed her gaze. “Bee boy’s here again?”

  “I’ve got to tell you, Lav. I’ve got to tell you the truth,” Ahanti said. “Everything that happened the other night? It’s got me a little nervous about you.”

  Lav nodded. “I’m not feeling so great about it either.” He raised his arm as much as the sling would allow. “Especially this.”

  “But I want to help you make sure your kid has a good birthday.” She opened the box so Lav could see the beautiful cupcakes. “You’ve got 18 vanilla and 18 chocolate. Let me put these picks on, and you’re going to be good to go.”

  “You remembered no peanuts, right?” Lav said. “I can’t have no peanuts going to the school.”

  Ahanti nodded. “I remembered. These are 100% peanut free.”

  Lav smiled. “Do you remember when you said you’d talk to me about going out when I was sober?”

  “You remember that?” Ahanti said, eyes wide. “I’m impressed.”

  “That was the most important thing that either of us said,” Lav said. He glanced toward the window and smiled sadly. “But with Bee Boy around, we’re not going to have that conversation, are we?”

  Ahanti shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “We’re not.”

  “After he buzzes off?” Lav said, with a little grin.

  “I’m hoping that doesn’t happen,” Ahanti said. “And don’t you be trying to chase him off. That’s not going to make me want you.”

  Lav sighed. “It’s a shame. You make some amazing food here.” For a split second, his playful leer emerged, and he let his eyes flash over Ahanti’s curvy form. “It would have been a good time.”

  Ahanti closed the cupcake box and taped it shut. “I hope the cupcakes are going to be a hit.”

  “I’m sure they will be.” Lav threw some money on the counter, and awkwardly picked up the cupcake box with his left arm. “I’ll be back when it’s the next one’s birthday.”

  He went to the door. Anders was there, holding it open for him. “Do you need a hand, man?” he asked.

  Lav shook his head. “You’re really something, aren’t you?” He grinned. “You can help me strap these to the back of the bike.”

  Ahanti watched through the window as her boyfriend helped his rival secure the box of cupcakes to the chrome rack on the back of his motorcycle. It only took a few minutes, and then Lav was zooming away.

  “That’s a good man you’ve got there,” Sofita said. “He’s no Freddie in the looks department, don’t get me wrong, but he seems like a really nice guy.”

  “He’ll do,” Ahanti said.

  “I’ll do what?” Anders said, as he walked into the shop.

  “Lav was right about you,” Ahanti said, pulling her cowboy close for a kiss. She tipped her head to avoid bumping her head into his khaki Steson. “You really are something.”

  He smiled. “I try, pretty lady. I try.”
/>   THE END

  Taken by the Bad Boy Biker

  A Biker Romance

  Taken by the Bad Boy Biker

  Nights grew longer and almost unbearable. Eventually, she gave up sleeping. Instead of suffering another night’s toss and turn, Evelyn stayed up in the kitchen with a cup of tea and her laptop.

  “You do know this cup of tea is going to keep you up all night, Ms. Silver,” a voice breathed lowly in her ear. “What’s bothering you, my love?”

  Evelyn sighed with a loving smile. For a moment, what was troubling her mind went away. Ah, the feel of two full breasts against her naked back… She couldn’t help but let out a purr of pleasure. Two delicate arms wrapped tightly around her waist along with light kisses trailed across her shoulders.

  “Ms. Jones…” Evelyn purred. “My Faye, you are what’s bothering me.” In a swift movement, she grabbed Faye, bent her over the kitchen countertop, and gave a few loud slaps on her butt. Faye groaned.

  “Say you want me.”

  “I want you.”

  A couple of slaps on the right cheek.

  “Say you need me.”

  “I need you.”

  A couple more on the left cheek.

  “Say you will obey me.”

  “I will obey you… Ms. Silver.”

  Evelyn struck hard on each cheek causing Faye to scream.

  “Obey, my Faye. Utter only the permitted words,” Evelyn said in a low voice sounded almost a threat, and then she noticed a few strains of tear drop from Faye’s eyes.

  “Now, say you will obey me.”

  “I will obey you,” Faye breathed.

  “Good girl.”

  Evelyn reached for her cup and poured the remaining tea over Faye’s reddened bottom. Faye winced slightly.

  “Is it hot, Ms. Jones?”

  “No, Ms. Silver,” Faye responded calmly.

  “Good,” Evelyn muttered. With one hand cupping between her thighs and one finger inside her warm hole, Faye moaned. This signaled Evelyn to lick those plump cheeks dry. Every sucking motion made Faye moan louder, and when Evelyn’s tongue reached her clit, she came.

  Faye gasped and in a pleading voice, she apologized.

  But Evelyn held no forgiving mood that night. She stopped her act. “Don’t move a muscle,” she warned and walked into their room, and then came back with a silvery sleek vibrator. “Do you know what I’m about to do to you, Ms. Jones?”

  Faye nodded.

  “I want to hear every syllable from your sweet mouth,” Evelyn whispered closely to her ear.

  “Yes, Ms. Silver,” Faye gulped. “You are going to use this vibrator and make me squirt.”

  “Are you shy to describe the details, Ms. Jones?” Evelyn smiled devilishly and placed her palm on Faye’s lower back. Faye was already shaking from the expected move. “You remember the rules. Hold still and hold it in. You may release only when I tell you to. Understand?”

  Faye nodded and she received a hard struck at the back of her thigh.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “I understand, Ms. Silver.”

  While rubbing Faye’s anus with her thumb, Evelyn pushed the vibrator into her mouth. When the silvery rod was lubricated with her spit, she inserted it into Faye’s ass hole, and she heard a soft groan. Easily she pressed a button and the rod was activated. Another click to turn up the speed.

  “How do you feel?”

  “I can’t hold it,” Faye whimpered.

  “You must. It’s all about control, my Faye. This is why I love this punishment on you. You have any idea how it pleases me that this simple vibrating rod can stimulate your most sensitive spot,” Evelyn breathed, and then she slid three fingers into the welcoming, warm feminine hole. It was wet, expanding and tightening at the same time. She pushed downward hard and increased her speed.

  Faye whimpered more, eyes shut tight, mouth opened wide. Her grip was tight at the edge of the countertop, holding for her dear life.

  Evelyn witnessed the whole reactions, so she stroke harder until she could hear the flapping sound of water. “Wait for it,” she commanded.

  More whimper.

  “Almost there,” she said and heard whimper turned to groan. She felt the water was building up as the muscle around her fingers was tensed.

  “Evelyn,” Faye whined. “I can’t hold any longer.”

  Evelyn ignored her.

  “Please…” she begged and without Evelyn’s consent, she ejaculated.

  Evelyn watched the glorious squirt and knelt to let the warm liquid showered over her. The silvery rod slid out and left vibrating on the floor. Faye’s thighs were shaking. In fact, her whole body was quivering and it was hard for her to calm down. When she did, she slipped from the countertop, and Evelyn managed to catch her. They both lied on the pool of fluid.

  “Did I hurt you?” Evelyn asked with deep concern.

  Faye shook her head while catching her breath. Evelyn lifted her face and kissed her deep. Faye took this moment to sneak her fingers into Evelyn’s core. After a few moans, she pulled away.

  “When was the last time you let me fuck you?”

  Evelyn was silent. Faye pressed on with her fingers over her clit.

  “I don’t remember,” Evelyn finally breathed out those words. “Please stop.”

  Faye stopped. “What’s wrong?”

  Silence.

  “Evelyn Silver, you might be the alpha in this relationship, but that doesn’t give you the right to ignore your lover.”

  A pair of watery eyes stared intensely at her. Eventually, she had to talk.

  “I had a wet dream a few nights ago,” she confessed. Her girlfriend’s stares softened. “I don’t want to upset you with this, but I had a dream of fucking a man.”

  Faye’s eyes lit up. So was her smile.

  “Why are you smiling?” Evelyn sensed something suspicious.

  “Well, I want to know the full detail of your dream,” Faye cheered.

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s interesting, especially when it’s happening on you – a lesbian dominatrix! Tell me the details already.”

  “Well…” she hesitated, “truthfully, I don’t know how this dream makes me feel. It’s interesting, I guess. I remember the dream started in our bedroom. It was dark and unusually quiet. I even remember the digital clock by the bed was blinking 12:00.

  “I was lying naked in bed alone. My wrists were tied to our bedpost. Then, a man appeared through the door. I couldn’t see his face because he was wearing a mask. The next thing he did was grabbing my ankles, spreading my legs widely apart, and fucked me.”

  Evelyn stopped to observe Faye’s face expression. All she could see was a soft smile, like a child listening to fairy tales. “I didn’t feel anything special when the man in my dream put his dick inside me. It simply felt like you fucking me with a strap-on dildo.”

  It was a full minute of silence before Faye teased her. “You’re blushing,” she chuckled. Evelyn pushed her away and stood up. “Oh, come on, woman. There is nothing wrong with that. You’re a woman after all.”

  Evelyn tried to hide her face. She could feel herself flushing hard. She didn’t realize the buzzing sound on the floor had stopped. Her mind drifted away and soon got back to reality when the vibrator found its way into her pussy. Moist built up instantly.

  Faye kissed her smooth back and trailed up to her shoulder. Evelyn tried to stop her but she kept the tip forward, teasingly thrusting her G-spot. “Tell me more, Ms. Silver. I know there’s more to that dream.”

  Her breath was running short and fast. “I… I couldn’t… help myself… fantasizing about sex… sex with a man…”

  Clear fluid rained between her thighs. She finally realized it had been a while since she let anyone pleasure her. She was grateful for Faye and the silver vibrator. She admitted that she missed the orgasmic feeling. “Faye… how long… do you intend to hold this toy… inside me?”

  “Until you answer this ques
tion of mine,” Faye replied and increased the speed of the vibrator. “I have an idea. Will you let me find a man for you and let you taste the real cock?”

  “No!” Evelyn yelped. She felt a sense of betrayal by this idea even though secretly she wanted it. But still she resisted.

  “You won’t regret it. I promise.”

  “How would you know?”

  “Because, Ms. Silver,” Faye whispered into her ear, “I’ve been with men before. I never told you this, so I’m telling you now: I am bisexual.”

  Evelyn had no time to respond to this news. She came hard and groaned and grabbed Faye by her face with a disbelieving look. “How could you hide this from me?” she asked breathlessly. The vibrator once again left buzzing on the floor.

  “Does it matter?” Faye smiled and buried her face between Evelyn’s breasts.

  “It matters to me.”

  “No, Ms. Silver, it doesn’t matter,” Faye mumbled. “What matters most is we enjoy our company together, and you won’t deny it.”

  “It’s true, but still…”

  “No ‘buts’ now,” Faye said and pulled away from their embrace. “Will you let me find you a man and let you taste the real deal?”

  “No,” Evelyn replied sternly. “And don’t even try some funny idea. I mean it or else we’re done.”

  “Okay,” Faye sighed in surrender.

  The couple shared their kisses in the kitchen before going for another round of love-making in their bedroom. Evelyn thought she could finally let go of her sexual fantasy. For sure it was a relief to talk it out with her girlfriend. However, little did she know, Faye had everything plan out. ***

  A couple of months after the dream and fantasy confession, Evelyn suffered no more any sleepless nights.

  “You look gorgeous with this hairstyle.”

  Evelyn smiled at her hairstylist’s compliment and as always, was satisfied with her new haircut. She chose to cut away her long brown hair and went for a bob cut. A welcoming summer breeze greeted her skin the moment she stepped out of the salon. Her neck was bared. She simply felt carefree. And she fell in love with running her fingers through her hair freely and easily.