The Mobster And The Cowboy (A Cowboy Romance)

by Mae Martini

  Melanie and Logan were so excited and she turned to him with a big smile and he put an arm around her waist and brought her close to him and kissed her.

  She wasn’t expecting it but his lips on hers felt so good, she kissed him back. Again, Laura had to give her a shove that Logan felt and they broke apart, both turning to Laura. She just rolled her eyes.

  Logan and Melanie then turned their attention to Heath who was watching them, not quite sure what to make of his father kissing her.

  Melanie gave him a thumbs up sign and a huge smile and he put his head down and shyly smiled.

  She looked to Logan with worry but he didn’t seem bothered that his son saw their affection.

  When the game was over, Heath came running over to Logan and Melanie. “Mellalee, can you come home and play that dance game with me? Please? I’ve been practicing.”

  But before she could answer, Logan said, “Heath, I’m taking you back to your mom, remember. You have your cousin’s birthday party tonight.”

  “Awwww, Dad. Do I have to go? I want to stay with you and Mellalee.”

  Wow, Melanie was shocked. Maybe he was okay with that kiss he saw between his father and her.

  “You have to go.” Logan said.

  “Okay. Mellalee, can you come to my next game?”

  “You bet. I can’t wait.”

  “Me too,” Heath said.

  They walked to their vehicles. Melanie’s car was parked four cars away from Logan’s truck. Logan put Heath in his truck and told him he’d be right back. He jogged over to Melanie, who had just opened her door.

  “You wanna get something to eat?” he asked her.

  She hesitated and he felt she was going to say no. So if he had to grovel, he would, he thought.

  “Please, Mel?”

  She bit her lower lip and then nodded her head. Yeah, she couldn’t say no to this man if her life depended on it, she realized.

  Logan’s eyes lit up. “Great. I’ll run Heath home, then pick you up at your place.”

  “Okay.”

  “Great,” he repeated and started to back away. “I’ll see you in about a half an hour.”

  “Okay,” she said as she saw him smile just before he turned to jog back to his car. She got into her car and drove away.

  Chapter 23

  Logan rang Melanie’s doorbell.

  When she opened the door, knowing it would be him, she was taken aback by the bouquet of red and pink roses he held in his hand.

  He’d grovel, yes, but the flowers were a good idea too.

  Without saying a word, because he didn’t know the right words, he extended the hand with the flowers to her and gave her a cute puppy dog look.

  “Thank you, Logan. They’re beautiful,” she said as she looked at him and gave him a crooked smirk. “Come in, I have to find a vase around here for them.”

  She smiled up at him and for the first time in four days he felt that they could work things out.

  He followed her in and watched her long, shapely legs and her hips sway as she went into the kitchen.

  She turned around abruptly to see him staring at her ass and she grinned up at him.

  He grinned and shrugged as he took three quick steps to her and gently removed the flowers from her hand and placed them down on the counter.

  He put his arms around her and bent his head down to kiss her.

  She didn’t resist so he pried her mouth open with his and sought out her tongue. Again, he was relieved she didn’t resist. He moaned in her mouth and continued to kiss her, deeply.

  There were times in those four days that he thought he would never get to feel her, hold her or kiss her again. His heart lifted with her in his arms again.

  She felt him ease up on the kiss then he must have changed his mind because he went right back to deeply kissing her. Her knees, as always, became weak.

  When he finally broke the kiss, he kept his lips by her mouth and still holding her tight, quietly said, “I’m really sorry for not discussing things with you first. It wasn’t my intention to put you in an uncomfortable position. I don’t want to mess this up between us.”

  “I know,” she whispered into his mouth.

  He took that moment to breathe her in.

  Still holding her, he pulled his face away from hers and moved it down to her neck and nuzzled and breathed her in.

  “Mmmm, you smell amazing.”

  She held him tighter around his neck and sighed, “So do you.” He always smelled of soap and spice and a hint of leather mixed in with his natural manly scent.

  He pulled them apart, but just a little so he could kiss her again. That one was long but not as long as the first.

  “Let’s find a vase for those so we can go get something to eat.”

  “Okay,” she said, weak kneed.

  Logan took her to an Italian restaurant where they shared a bottle of wine, baked ziti, chicken parmesan, and lots of laughs and sexual innuendos.

  To Logan’s relief, things were back to normal with them.

  By the time they left there, they were both very horny, and in his truck, she had her hand on the bulge between his legs that was straining against his jeans and he had a hand up her skirt.

  It was dark and Melanie remembered something he had said once and with a devilish smile she asked him, “What road is this?”

  “South Rainbo-”

  “Does it matter?” she interrupted, grinning.

  His head quickly whipped from the road to her. “No.” He shook his head slowly with a smile.

  He watched her unzip his pants and he helped her pull out his cock. It was big and hard with a drop of cum on its slit.

  She placed her palm over it and spread the drop around, eliciting a guttural groan from him. She slid a little away from him and brought her head down.

  When she placed her tongue on his tip, he let out a growl and she felt the truck sway.

  “It’s good, we’re good,” he said as he put a hand on her head to keep it there, and rubbed her hair.

  She licked up and down the underside of his shaft, paying close attention to his sweet spot. She reached one of her hands in, to cup and gently squeeze his balls.

  He couldn’t wait for her to take the whole thing in her mouth. “Suck me, baby,” he said huskily as he gently put pressure on her head. She did what he asked and he almost shot off the seat of the truck.

  “Oh fuck, that feels so good,” he moaned.

  He was doing 65 on the road, but dropped to about 45, he couldn’t concentrate.

  They pulled up to some cars and he even had to brake a few times. He kept looking from the road to her head. He heard her slurping and then he felt her deep throat him and he couldn’t control himself.

  He moved his groin up in a pumping motion as she got into a rhythm of bobbing up and down on him.

  She slowly moved up and off his cock so he could see it glistening with her saliva on it.

  He was so ready.

  “Suck me hard and fast, baby, I’m gonna come.”

  She did just that. She moved faster and faster up and down him while squeezing the base, gently.

  “Yeah…, babe…, I can’t… hold out,” he said in between breaths as he felt his balls tighten up. “Use your hand to finish me.” He didn’t know if she was a swallower.

  But she didn’t release him, she wanted to taste him. She tightened up her lips, sucked in her cheeks around his cock, and pumped, with the aid of her hand, up and down at high-speed.

  He exploded in her mouth as he kept repeating over and over again, “Ahhh yeah, ahhh yeah.”

  He heard her swallow, and quickly moved to the side of the road, hit the brake and put the car in park so he could finish convulsing.

  She slowly slid his cock out of her mouth, feeling him shudder along the way and looked up to see his face. She had a big ass grin on hers.

  Judging by the look on his face, he liked it. She read contentment, but his eyes grew serious and he reached for
her and kissed her hard and long.

  “That was amazing,” he said, still breathing heavy after the kiss as he zipped himself up. There was no need to wipe anything. She sucked him clean.

  He went to place a hand between her legs.

  “Uh-uh, I’ll give you till we get home to recuperate, then I want to fuck you, silly,” she whispered.

  He had his eyes on her face and at that little declaration they grew wide as did the smile on his face, showing her his cute dimples. He put the truck in drive and took off for his home. He wasn’t giving her an option there. He wanted her in his bed.

  “I never had anyone fuck me silly, before,” Logan said, smiling contently while his arms were wrapped around Melanie, in his bed. They were both still breathing heavy from their sex marathon.

  Melanie giggled. “I never fucked anyone silly before, either,” she replied.

  “You hungry?”

  “Hmmmm, do you have anything sweet?”

  “I know you do, oh, you mean food wise.” He chuckled. “Let’s go see what’s in the kitchen.”

  He got up and confidently walked to the bathroom. “Stop staring at my butt.”

  “I can’t help it, it’s so adorable,” she called to him.

  He walked quickly back out of the bathroom and crawled on top of her. She had her arms opened wide and grinned.

  “Your butt is mine, soon, darlin’,” he said as he placed his big hands on her ass cheeks and slowly moved them all over her ass. He dipped a finger in-between her cheeks and stroked her rosy anus. Because he was so gentle, she didn’t gasp, but moaned which only encouraged him more.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  “Did you ever have anal before?”

  “No.”

  “Will you let me fuck you there?”

  She hesitated.

  He waited for a reply as he continued to slowly stroke her.

  “Yes,” she said on another breathless moan.

  “Good, but not now,” he said as he moved his hands away from her butt. “Now I feed you, come on,” he said as he dragged her up out of the bed.

  Still feeling heady, she bent down to reach for his T-shirt, not realizing she gave him a view and he let out a low, sexy growl. “Do that again and I’ll take you right now,” he said as he watched her put on his T-shirt. He chuckled as he watched her eyes go wide and her mouth form the letter O.

  He threw on a pair of sweat shorts and she followed him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

  The next night, Logan loaded three folding chairs into his pickup.

  He and Melanie picked up Heath and they headed to the Corral Theatre, a walk in, outdoor theater, to see a first run of the Disney movie, Brave.

  It was a quaint experience, reminiscent of the beautiful small town.

  Melanie thoroughly enjoyed it.

  It seemed that most, if not everyone, there knew each other.

  Logan took that time to thank his lucky stars that he was able to work things out with Melanie.

  Heath sat between them and when Melanie turned Logan’s way, she caught him watching her.

  He smiled at her and puckered his lips and made a kiss sound.

  Melanie’s heart soared at that little gesture.

  By the time they left there that night, Melanie felt like she met everyone who lived in the town. Logan introduced her to so many people, her head was spinning.

  ****

  “MORE! The motherfucker wants more,” Michael said incredulously. He had just come back to the club from another meeting with the old man. He was standing behind the bar with a shot glass in one hand and a bottle of Johnny Walker Black in the other. He poured, drank, poured and drank again. He welcomed the burn as it slid down his throat.

  He was riled up.

  His whole crew was there, sitting around a table, playing a high stakes poker game. They all felt the tension.

  Michael was known to explode. It was just a matter as to who he would direct his explosion at this time.

  He stepped out from behind the bar and walked over to Lino, an overweight, middle aged man with a cigar in his mouth.

  “I don’t care what you do, or how you do it. Find Melanie. Scour the whole fucking country if you have to. Take whoever you want. Just get the fucking job done. Understand?”

  Lino was taken aback. When did the topic change from Sacrapante into a rant about finding Melanie? Clearly Michael was losing it.

  “Michael, calm down-”

  “DON’T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN. FUCKING FIND HER!”

  “All right, all right, I’m on it,” Lino said as he threw his cards down, took the money that was in front of him and got up.

  He was pissed because there was a big pot of cash in the middle of the table and he had a full house in his hands.

  He motioned for Ralphie Deluca, who sat on the couch and watched a baseball game, but kept an eye on Michael, to follow him out of the club.

  Ralphie got up and walked out with Lino. You abusive motherfucker, you ain’t gonna touch Melanie if I could help it, Ralphie thought to himself.

  He liked Melanie. She was a good kid, always was. Okay, he more than liked her. He saw the way Michael treated her and couldn’t understand why she stayed with him. If she were his girl, he would have treated her right. Hell, he would have placed her on a fucking pedestal.

  He’d been crushing on her since junior high school.

  Michael walked to the back of the club, and through a door that led to his little office. He sat down at his desk and unlocked and opened a drawer and carefully pulled out a little mirror, already set up with white powdery lines on it. He took out a hundred dollar bill from the large wad in his pocket and rolled it up tight. He sniffed a line into first one nostril, then the other and sat back and waited for the numbness to hit.

  ****

  Michael put his hands on Robyn’s ass and lifted her up. He slid into her as she threw her head back and moaned.

  It finally happened. Robyn waited years to be with Michael, ever since he started going out with Melanie. And here he was in her apartment, taking her, in the hallway by the door.

  Robyn was Melanie’s friend, or so Melanie thought, from junior high school, along with Ralphie. She always dreamed of living the life of a gangster’s girlfriend. Higher aspirations she had not.

  Ralphie was always one of the cool kids from sixth grade on and Robyn knew he had a thing for Melanie. Unfortunately or fortunately for Robyn, Melanie didn’t feel anything but friendship for Ralphie. As a result, Melanie never felt like she had to be someone else around him. She was herself and that, she didn’t know, was the reason Ralphie wanted her. He knew it was futile and he settled with just being her friend. They always did things together, and in the group they hung out with. There wasn’t anything Ralphie wouldn’t do for Melanie and she knew it, but she never ever abused that knowledge, and he knew it.

  She genuinely liked him. She wished it could have been more, but she just didn’t feel that spark.

  Years later, Ralphie hooked up with Robyn for a few months. That was until he had enough of her. She was a bitch. She never passed up an opportunity to trash talk Melanie. And when Melanie took up with Michael, Ralphie saw claws come out of her. He dumped her, but didn’t tell Melanie how jealous Robyn was of her. He knew it would break her heart. He just couldn’t help the need to protect her. He let Robyn hang around him and his crew if only to keep an eye on her.

  “Call Melanie and ask her where she is and when she’s coming home,” Michael said to Robyn while he pounded her.

  And while she was coming, she said yes. When he pulled out, however, she said no.

  Michael got in her face. He was about to strike her, but held off. He really needed her to call Melanie and find out where she was.

  “I’m invited to a swanky party at the Grace Hotel tonight. Do you want to be my date?”

  Robyn’s heart soared at the thought of being on his arm at
a high profile party.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Good. Make the call and I’ll take you.”

  Robyn was ready to throw a hissy fit, but stopped when Michael’s fingers worked her clit.

  Just as she started to rock into his hand, he removed it and said, “Make the call.”

  “Fine,” she said with an attitude.

  “Don’t let on I’m here or asking.”

  ”But-”

  “DON’T!” he screamed which scared her and she backed up a step.

  She nodded her head. “Okay.”

  ****

  Melanie had been lounging in the yard by the pool with a cup of coffee when her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw it was her friend Robyn. She hadn’t spoken with her since leaving abruptly.

  “Hi, Robyn!” she said, happy to hear from her.

  Michael, who had just stuffed his cock back in his pants, pulled out a small vial of white powder and a tiny spoon.

  He was bringing the spoon full of cocaine up to his nose when he heard Melanie’s voice. He got so excited just hearing her voice he wanted to rip the phone out of Robyn’s hand. He willed himself to calm down. He was so close to finding her. He sniffed the contents of the spoon instead as he listened to the girls talk.

  “Hi, Mel. How are you? I miss you and was thinking about you,” Robyn said, sounding excited yet looked anything but.

  “I’m good. I’ve been thinking about you, too.”

  “Your sister said you left town. My God, is everything all right?”

  Melanie hesitated. “Yes……no, it’s not,” she said. She couldn’t find it in her heart to lie to her friend. “I caught Michael cheating on me again and I just needed to get away.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear.” She was smiling while sounding sympathetic. I should get an award for my acting, she thought as she picked up her hand and studied her neat manicure.

  “Where are you? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Yeah. I’m good,” Melanie said as she conjured up an image of Logan in her mind.