The Mobster And The Cowboy (A Cowboy Romance) (12 page)

It was about 9:30 am; Melanie had just finished a shower. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank without a bra. She had no plans for that day, so she thought she’d head into the backyard with a manuscript and catch some rays while she read.

She tried to put the last part of what started out as a perfect night behind her
, but kept thinking about Logan.

She d
idn’t know him long, a little over a month at that point, and she liked him, she really liked him, but between her problem with Michael and his problem with Linda, she didn’t know if they even had a chance at any type of relationship.

She had just walked into the kitchen to make some coffee when the doorbell rang. She paused. Michael was never far from her mind. She quietly walked to the front door and peeked out the peep hole. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Logan. She opened the door and gave him a small smile.

He didn’t smile back.
He looked, she noticed, tired.

He reached for her hand and she gave it and pulled him inside.

She closed the door and he turned her around and backed
her up into the door without saying a word.

He bent down and kissed her while holding her tight.
He began to move his hands hurriedly over her body, then took a step back and looked her in the eyes. He didn’t say a word.

And after that kiss, she was
too breathless.

Melanie
not only saw arousal in his eyes, but something more, a raw emotion, a need.

“It was
either you or Jack, and I want you,” he said as he placed his hands at the hem of her tank top.

She brought her hands up over her head as
he lifted the tank and flung it.

His eyes dropped to her breasts and he lifted his hands to gently squeeze them
while his thumbs brushed her nipples.

She let out a gasp as
he brought his mouth back down to hers and moved his hands down to her ass. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked to her bedroom and placed her down on the bed, then stepped back and removed his shirt. His hard, chiseled chest was her undoing as he came down on top of her.

Again, he paused and
looked to her for an indication she didn’t want this. He didn’t want to force himself on her, but he needed to be inside her. Needed to feel that connection he felt the last time he was there. He couldn’t stop thinking about the calmness he felt there before and he needed to feel that again.

He
, deftly, unzipped and removed her shorts, taking her panties down at the same time, and pawed her pussy. He was rough but didn’t hurt her. He was hard, but when he felt her silky wetness he grew thicker and bigger.

He quickly removed his jeans and took out a condom from the front pocket.
He ripped it open and covered his dick and climbed back on her. Logan felt her softness again, then shoved himself inside her. He started to move slowly but before long, he was pumping in and out as he took her lips with his, then he moved his mouth down to the hollow of her throat and sucked.

Her hand
s roamed all over his body. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of his hard muscles, the dips and planes of him.  It was like she was trying to memorize each and every inch of him.

He moved his mouth further down to a breast and licked her nipple, then sucked in a breath when he felt her hand between them, feeling their connection.

She let out a husky moan
, not only from the feel of them joined, but by the sound of his intake of air.

She arched her upper body off the bed
and he took that nipple in his mouth and sucked it.

Logan raise
d his upper body and looked at her while moving in and out of her. His hazel eyes were smoldering.

He placed his arms under her thighs and lifted her lower body up closer to his and got in deeper as he went back to sucking hard on one of her nipples.

Melanie felt a sensation from her nipple to her clit and she gasped.
He let go of the nipple and moved his mouth to her other nipple and licked then sucked it hard as she threw her arms up over her head and arched while thrusting up.

As Melanie was losing control,
he moved back on his knees, and brought her up with his hands at her back, then brought her down on top of him.

She brought her hands up to his shoulders to hold on as he
ground her body up and down on him and she helped him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

He placed two fingers on her clit and rubbed and twea
ked it, feeling it grow and stiffen.

She lost all control
and she started to close her eyes.

He knew she was going to come.
“Keep them open,” he growled.

Her eyes shot to his at hi
s demand as she moaned and gasped while working her body up and down him. She was so far gone, he saw her eyes as she came. They were deep blue and glassy, and he knew she allowed him to witness a most personal moment in one’s life. She was staring into his eyes, but he knew she didn’t see him. She was somewhere above him.

It was hard, but he held off
his release and waited for her to refocus on his eyes so she could see his deepest, personal moment, and then on a grunt and a growl, he held still, inside of her, feeling her pussy muscles tighten around him as he spilled his seed into the condom. 

Melanie watched his eyes and knew the moment he was coming. She was overwhelmed by the bliss she saw in them, in fact, his whole facial features softened. When he refocused his eyes, she brought her mouth down to his and softly planted a kiss, but he opened his mouth and demanded more. They kissed long and deep as he stayed buried deep inside her.

When they broke the kiss apart, he gently picked her up and placed her down on the bed.
He got up and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He came back out, and with a warm smile she gestured for him to come back into bed.

He loved that she was in tune
with his need to not speak and she didn’t ask questions. He climbed back into bed and wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest. They stayed that way for a long while.

Melanie wanted to talk to him, to ask hi
m about last night, to ask him who Jack was. She didn’t know he was bi. The first moment she got, she was so going to bring that up. That revelation threw her for a loop. For now if this was what he needed, and she sensed it was, then she would give it to him.

She placed a hand on his shoulder and gently caressed up and down.

There was something in her touch that sooth
ed him and he squeezed her to him.

“She left him alone last night,” he said, sounding disheartened.

Melanie didn’t make any sudden moves.
She wanted to keep him calm. She suspected he hadn’t been that calm since before confronting Linda on the dance floor. Her heart ached for him. How could she feel so much for someone in so short a time?
Because, he’s not afraid to show his vulnerable side, nor hold back, because he’s cute, sexy, manly, demanding, protective,
she thought, answering her own question. She could go on and on. Oh boy, was she falling for him.

“He was all alone. No one to tuck him in. No one to call if he needed something. He had to be scared. What mother could do that to a six year old kid?” He sighed, then continued, “She told me she always does that. It’s no big deal, she said. She’s fucking crazy. I gotta get him out of there.”

Melanie still didn’t say anything but she hugged him to her then looked up to him.

He was looking up at the ceiling and felt her slight move
ment and brought his eyes to hers. She saw so much hurt there and he saw so much understanding in hers. He brought his mouth down and she raised hers to meet his and he kissed her like his life depended on it.

She sucked in his scent.
He smelled so clean and spicy.

He broke the kiss and sighed.

“Where is he now?” Melanie finally spoke softly.

“At Geli’s.
She’s the only constant, stable woman in his life. He paused a moment. “Do you want to meet him?” he asked her, sounding hopeful.

Melanie rose up off
of him and sat up. With a smile she said, “I would love nothing more than to meet him.”

And for the firs
t time since he came to her that morning, she saw him smile. It wasn’t big, but it was a smile nonetheless.

“My friend’s son is in Heath’s class. He’s having a birthday party at my place tomorrow,” he said.

“At your place?”

“The stables. There’ll be six boys going horseback riding. I usually send out one adult per two kids. I have enough, but would you like to be one of the adults going out with them? I know you’re experienced enough to handle it, and Cody will be there too. I’ll send one of the other more experienced hands out also. Would you be interested?”

“Yes.
Sounds like fun. I would like that.”

“Great.
Can you be there for 3:30 pm?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks. You’ll like him, he’s a great kid.”

Melanie smiled.
“I’m sure he is. I can’t wait,” she said, even though she was a bit nervous. What if Heath hated her?

He got up from the bed and started getting dressed. He looked at her. She was still in bed with the sheet covering her and her long tresses were splayed out over the pillow and her arms were above her head. She was stretching and he watched her breasts rise and fall as she smiled his way.

He stopped dressing a
nd went back to the bed and covered her with his body, but leaned up on his hands so as not to put all his weight on her. He brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her, softly at first, but as her taste enveloped him, he needed more. The kiss became harder, deeper and more demanding.

He reluctantly broke the ki
ss. “I just want to go another round with you in the worst way, honey, but I have to go, I’m meeting with a lawyer at 11:30 to find out my options of gaining sole custody.”

She nodded her head in understanding and rose out of bed while he finished getting dressed.
She threw on her panties and tank top and walked him to the door. There, he kissed her long and hard again and told her if she wanted, to wear a bathing suit underneath her clothes tomorrow. The party will stop at a watering hole. There, he said, is where he’d meet up with them. Then he left.

****

Before going to the stables, Melanie met up with Cody at the gym and worked out.
They not only did boxing, but they pumped iron beforehand. He spotted her. She really couldn’t spot him because he was pumping too much weight for her.

Melanie and Cody, sort of, became workout buddies. He was glad she was able to keep up with him and he loved that he had a pretty and very toned and sexy girl walking around the gym with him. He was the envy of all the guys there.

They parted at the door of the gym.
He went to work. She went to the nail salon to freshen up her tips and reapply the lavender color she loved so much.

Melanie got to the stables around two thirty. She was feeling anxious and thought she’d be better off if she were hanging around a while, getting comfortable. Not comfortable around horses. No, that came easy. This was her way of preparing for meeting Logan’s son. She really wanted him to like her.

She obsessed so
much; she even had a hard time picking something out to wear. At one point she stopped and laughed while looking at herself in the mirror at home and then looked to the bed and saw all the clothes she took out. She took a deep breath and made a choice. The first white bebe T-shirt and the first pair of black shorts she picked out. She paired it with low black and white cowboy boots and the cowboy hat she bought at Geli’s. Underneath, she had on a white halter top string bikini.

Hank had put her to work right away.

She and Cody brought out some ponies and groomed them.

There was one pony that looked tough with its mane coming down in between its eyes.
She was told not to saddle him up.

She had a ball. She gave Cody some sugar cubes and every time Hank wasn’t looking, they’d give the ponies one.

Melanie was introduced to
a hand who would be riding with them, Trevor, and he, too, got a kick out of sneaking sugar cubes to the horses whenever Hank wasn’t looking.

Logan was in his office and kept finding it hard to concentrate. He kept looking out the window to watch Melanie. She was always smiling and laughing with the guys. He wanted to go over to her and put his arms around her to show them she was his. But he didn’t, she wasn’t his, was she? Could she be?