Acres, Natalie - Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts [Cowboy Boots 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Natalie Acres Read Free Book Online

matching cuff bracelet closed around her right wrist. Topping off the sexy siren, a sleek, charcoal, biker-style cap was pulled low above her eyebrows.
    After a head-to-toe appraisal, Casey whistled. “Let me guess. Brantley took you shopping.”
    Abby shook free of Porter’s tight clasp. “For your information, I had this in my closet.”
    Ace started to tilt his cup again but paused short of a sip. “You what?”
    “My sentiments exactly,” Porter said, reclaiming his seat.
    “You heard me, Ace,” she purred, licking those too-red lips.
    Porter couldn’t remember a time when he’d seen a better-looking woman. Oh sure, he’d had an itch for Abby since they’d first met. But now he knew how a woman could make a man burn. The yearning was intense, too, he thought, as he slipped his hand under the table and adjusted his cock. He didn’t care if Abby noticed.
    She pretended she didn’t. Something he viewed as a true act of defiance.
    “Well, I can’t say we don’t learn something new about you every day,” Fowler said, pouring a beer.
    “Boys, you really should get a grip on those weapons in your pants if you’re tagging along on this ride.”
    Ace sneered. “I’m not the one playing with my poker.”
    Porter grunted, leaned back in the booth, and let his eyes take a vacation. “Goodness gracious, sakes alive, I’ve never in my life seen…” He stopped midsentence and bowed his head. “Our man is here. He’s at your four o’clock, princess.”
    Abby leaned over the table, pressed her arms against her breasts, and flaunted the best rack Porter had observed all year. “Make this good.”
    “How good do you want it to be?” Porter asked, letting a broad grin claim his lips.
    “Give me your best shot,” she hummed, backing away from the table.
    She took two steps, maybe three, when Porter leapt to his feet, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her back against his chest. Locking his arms around her body, he nipped at her ear. “Wiggle that sweet ass against this.” He ground against her and then gave her a twirl, forcing her to face him.
    The blood drained from her face. “Damn,” she whispered, evidently unable to get beyond the pump and grind.
    “I thought you might like a nice stiff one to get your juices flowing.” Finding a moment and determined to make it his own, if only because Porter had spent years wondering what it might be like to kiss her, he lowered his lips to hers.
    She immediately shoved him away which garnered a few snickers behind them. “I told you! We’re over. That’s it and that’s all. Why can’t you seem to understand that?”
    Ace snickered. “Shucks, Porter. Looks like you’re out of the race before you can lock that thing in the chute.”
    Catching a glimpse of Juraz Mendete, Porter copped a wicked grin, allowing Ace’s comment to slide. He continued his pursuit of Abby. “Sub, this isn’t over, until I say it’s over.” He cupped her nape and drew her to him, taking the kiss he should’ve given her privately a long time ago. Only, much to his dismay, she resisted, remaining tight-lipped.
    About the time Porter thrust his tongue through the seam of her lips, two heavy hands landed on his shoulders. “The lady said she was done with you, buddy.”
    Stumbling backward, Porter glared into the eyes of Satan, the beast he and his team couldn’t wait to send straight into the fires of hell.

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    The confrontation was short-lived. Mendete’s bouncers stepped in and encouraged Porter to return to his seat. After Juraz issued a stern verbal warning to Porter and the others, Abby found herself in bad company.
    Abby was accustomed to compliments. She’d been told she was sexy and beautiful, witty and charming, but this superficial prick was the easiest mark she’d ever met in her life. For a man who watched for trouble, Juraz sure didn’t protect himself from all forms of danger.
    “Are you all right?” Juraz asked, compassion in his