Their Ex's Redrock Dawn (Texas Alpha Biker) (3 page)

“I thought you’d like the bikers’ bar,” she said as she settled beside him and he bent to open the saddlebag and pull out a four-pack of wine coolers and a cold bottle of Stoly.

“Sweetness, I’d be fighting over you all night in there,” he said, handing her the wine, and then he bent back to dig out an army blanket he had. “Not that a good fight wouldn’t feel damn good,” he muttered.

“You would not have had to fight over me,” she declared.

Then she swung her ass in that frilly dress that he definitely would have had to fight over to keep gangs from trying to claim her. It was one thing if she was his and showing his leather. But since she had on no bra, was wearing a thong and barely anything over all of it, she called a dress and he called air—that and those heels arching her calves, he definitely would have had to fight off attempts of other bikers trying to haul her fine ass off on their bikes.

What he couldn’t decide was if it was Carly or the fact he was pounded over his unfaithful fucking wife. He intended to find out, because they did have something very much in common. If it wasn’t for Carly he’d probably be in that bikers’ bar looking for a drunken fight. Somehow he thought being there with Carly was better revenge on Tula and her new lay.

“I use to neck out here in high school,” Carly informed him as he approached. She grabbed one side of the blanket he held, and they laid it out on the ground.

Zeb straightened, looking around while uncapping the vodka. “Nice spot for it,” he agreed, looking at the slow-moving river.

He’d been riding for so long and he’d been so damn tense, right then he felt like a band had loosened inside him. He took a slug of vodka and felt the cold burn of it down his throat.

Carly laughed lightly, and he turned to see her sitting on the blanket with her bare, shapely legs out in front of her and crossed at the ankle. That sexy dress she was wearing fanned out around her, and his thoughts strayed to what she barely had on underneath, while he cussed himself silently about the fact the lady had just found her husband cheating and she did not need his lustful attentions.

“Just one guy ... one necking session, really,” she said. Then he noticed she was trying to open a wine cooler.

He moved over to sit just beyond the swirl of her dress. “Let me.”

No lip, she just handed it to him. That kind of surprised him, and it felt good. He popped the top easily and handed it back to her.

“Thanks,” she said in a soft voice he’d not heard from her yet. More attraction and interest was itching inside him.

Will not covet the cheater’s wife—

“Played hard to get?” he asked her about the one encounter.

He guessed she blushed, but it was too dark to tell as he took another pull of vodka, then watched her answer.

“There definitely wasn’t anyone to tell me about sex back then. So after that one fumbled thing out here with a basketball player, who I thought wanted more than just in my panties, I sort of freaked and never tried again.”

Zeb watched Carly take a drink of her wine cooler. The way she pressed her lips around the bottle—he forced his gaze away. Fucking A, pretty soon he was going to hit on her, and he better clue her in or back off the persistent damn thoughts.

“First,” he said, “every guy’s angle at that age is panties; second, your mom didn’t inform you?”

He watched her bend one leg and start pulling her high-heeled sandal off. “Mom disappeared right after I was born, and Dad, well, he’d never touched that subject with me.” Then she muttered, “Can’t believe I’m talking about my adolescent sex life and I’m not even drunk yet.”

That made him chuckle, and she looked at him. Her eyes glimmered with reflections from the river.

“Sorry, Carly, about your mom; mine played remarry, disappear, and never looked back into a whole new family when I was just old enough to miss her, and I haven’t seen her since.”

Carly shook her head. “They used to say dads disappeared and moms were too maternal. I think for once I’m glad mine just went poof and didn’t show me every day that she could do it with an entirely new family, but just not do it with me. That sucks, Zeb, really.”

Zeb couldn’t remember anybody ever understanding the crap with his mom, but he realized he might not have told anyone before it slipped out to Carly. Something about her was open and made him want to draw closer, real close.

“New subject,” she said softly, pulling off her other sandal. Her bare feet did not escape his notice. “How did you get to town today, to find her like you did?” Zeb looked out at the river and took another slow pull on the bottle. When he lifted it from his lips, he heard her saying, “I’d like to enrich my wine cooler with a drink of that.”

He chuckled again right before he tackled a hard subject, and he handed her the bottle of Stoly. “Just got out of the Army Rangers three months ago. Came straight from overseas and got home—no wife.” He paused, listening to her cough after a drink of vodka. “Lightweight,” he added as an aside.

“I’ll learn,” she retorted, taking another ... which made her cough the same.

He barely held his chuckle, as he continued, “Got on my bike and I’ve been looking for her. Luck, maybe rotten luck, I’d just came into town where I’d heard the pageant would be this week, and followed the crowd.”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. You just stumbled on her after
three
months.”

Carly was holding the bottle out to him, and he took it back, looking at the shadows on her face. “Yeah. Not sure I was looking for her right then, but when you see a couple going at it, you just—”

“Look,” she finished.

“Yeah.” He sighed. Then he shared: “Think I knew by Kansas it had to be another dick.”

Then Carly was closer to him, scooting by his side, leaning in a little. “I think it’s pretty lowdown she couldn’t stay home and tell you face to face.”

There was more implied she wasn’t saying, but he was glad to hear it from another person. Sometimes things in a man’s head twisted, and he’d wondered if he was right.

Her hand cupped his bicep. “I’m glad you’re home safe, Zeb, and you look unhurt.”

Damn.

He had to take a quick drink of vodka to keep from showing emotion. How’d she know the sorest spot? He’d figured most would think it was his woman dicking around with another man, but after war it was the soft-spoken wish that he was home safe from someone who gave a damn that he’d really wanted.

“Now that I’m back in the world, it seems unreal,” he admitted with a growl of emotion in his voice.

“Back in the world?” she asked, still touching him, and he liked it too much.

“Back in the U.S. It’s ranger slang.”

Her hand dropped from his arm, and he missed it as she swept it up to pull off her pink ball cap. He liked that, seeing she had bangs. Her entire face changed without the ball cap on, and instead of just being pretty, she became beautiful.

He couldn’t figure out what the hell her husband was thinking not taking her to bed and never letting her out. Just by looks alone and what little bit of her personality he could see made her very attractive. That made him wonder what her hidden flaws were ... that her husband took up with Tula over her.

Tula was gorgeous in an exotic way. She was three-quarters Indian, with a petite figure and the most amazing dark eyes that had very seductive tilts. Carly had some tits and ass, and she was tall, with long blond hair. He liked to look at a nicely round ass in jeans, but he’d never been attracted to a full-figured woman before. Maybe it was the fact he knew Carly barely had anything on underneath the gauzy dress she wore, and he’d been caught using his hand for far too long.

“Ranger is Army, right?” she asked. “Like a SEAL, though.”

He played it down. “Just an Army grunt. Now a vet.”

“How long were you in for?” she asked, after taking a drink of her wine cooler.

“Four,” he muttered, thinking if he got too much of a buzz on he would have a harder time controlling his arousal. And that pissed him off. “Only got leave twice,” he uttered, and then he harshly laid it out. “It’s been twenty-one damn months since I had a woman’s pussy under me.”

Fuck,
there
, he thought; now she’d know maybe she shouldn’t be out there alone with him.

Zeb heard Carly’s small gasp, but he didn’t look at her; instead he started to get up. “Better get you to your car,” he growled.

He wasn’t exactly surprised he wanted Carly after just verifying Tula was two-timing him. He’d feel justified to get a threesome on, him and two babes, if he was into that. But he shouldn’t drag Carly into his revenge-filled and deprivation-inspired lust. She’d just found her husband being unfaithful too.

Carly realized something had changed with Zeb, and she grabbed his belt and a loop on his jeans, trying to keep him from rising.

“You can’t,” she said, and luckily he lowered back down, because she couldn’t have stopped him. “I walked to the festival,” she informed him, and his eyes looked hooded, with his features doing that immobile masculine thing she’d seen them do before.

It was a badass look that sent shivers down her spine; it was very closed off and highly masculine. He’d fit right in on the bad side of town in a bikers’ bar, or with any of the Whitehorse Training and Security Facility men she worked with. WTSF men where all hardasses. Zeb might beat them, though.

“I’m not going home,” she further informed his chiseled-ness.

That burned a fire in Zeb’s light-colored eyes, and she very much
knew
that she was playing with fire. She couldn’t not know after the tongue-lashing they’d done earlier. And maybe she didn’t care. Rick was gaming her, and a man she’d had a crush on forever had just found his perfect woman and it wasn’t her. In her book that was just another big rejection.

But sitting beside her was a man that lit her on fire like she’d never felt before.

“I need a shot of that vodka,” she declared, reaching over Zeb, then stretching more until her breasts rolled over his chest and her hand clasped the bottle on the other side of him. Her mouth was inches from his, and her eyes were looking deep into his. His hand had lifted to steady her, by grasping her waist. That touch—the fact that he did it, steadying her to keep her from falling, told her everything. He was a good man. He was rough and edgy but good where it counted.

“Fire, sassy ass,” he growled at her. “You’re playing with fire.” Carly felt the rumble of his voice through her breasts, and it rolled through her body, with arousal coming on strong. “Leash’s almost fucking broke,” he rasped, lower than she’d heard his voice go yet. And that strong arousal ached straight into her core.

She blinked slowly, then licked her dry lips even slower, with his hawk-like gaze watching. Then she whispered, “Break it, Zeb.”

One second she was above him and the next she was turned beneath him, with his big hand gripping her nape to hold her head where he wanted it. And that was with his mouth over hers. He lifted her up into his kiss, and if she thought they kissed before and it was hot, she was wrong. He’d been holding back, because now his fire and lust licked over her and he took her mouth deep and strong. She grabbed the back of his neck, holding on as their tongues feverishly kissed.

She felt the heat and strength of his other hand cup between her thighs, and she was so surprised—it happened so fast—it moaned like a squeal out of her. There was the thinnest, wettest piece of material between his fingers and bareness.

She should shake him off, touching her like that without any wooing kisses or harmless foreplay. But there must have been a slut living in her all these years, because what she did was arch onto his fingers stoking over her barely covered slit, with her thighs opening for him. He growled his approval, vibrating his tongue, attacking hers, and she twisted her mouth to tongue him deeper.

Ten minutes later, Carly’s thong was stretched between her knees with her legs bent and lifted over Zeb’s head. She screamed, arching her back with her fingers digging into Zeb’s skull as he sucked her clit, driving her climax harder. Her heels bounced off his back, while her hips jerked and her bare breasts flashed palely in the moonlight. Zeb growled against her pussy, putting his whole mouth around it as she came shuddering and jerking with whines of pleasure curling from her throat.

After the contractions started easing, she became aware of Zeb’s tongue slowly licking her slit and burrowing deep on some long, slow licks.

“Oh Lord,” she gasped hoarsely. Then she grabbed the collar of his tee shirt, tugging and trying to get him to move and come up over her. “You,” she uttered.

Several exploring licks later, he started to rise but stopped long enough to pull her thong off her legs and over her high-heeled sandals. She was able to spread her legs around his hips, and she reached both hands down between them, tugging on his belt buckle. “Off,” she demanded.

She was surprised a second later when his hand covered hers to stop the frantic movements of her fingers.

“Not taking you on the ground,” he growled.

Carly looked up, and Zeb immediately kissed her deeply, with lots of hot tongue sweeps. The moment he lifted his lips, she gruffly exclaimed, “You. You
need
. I don’t care the ground.”

“No,” he said. And she got he really meant no.

Then she tried in a whisper, “Blow job?”

His arm wrapped under her waist, and he pulled her upright with him, until she was basically straddling him while her uncovered breasts were pushed into his tee shirt and his hard chest underneath.

“Hold you to that, sweetness.”

He meant the blow job, but he wasn’t going to do her out on the blanket by the river.

“Zeb,” she mostly whined, digging her nails into his neck.

“Need a room.” His answer.

Then she was lifted even more to stand, and he bent to kiss each of her nipples before he started to pull the top of her dress back up over them. Wow. Carly nearly swooned back down, but managed to lock her knees. Zeb nabbed the blanket and liquor, then he pulled her to his hog.

Stuffing the things into the saddlebag, he ordered, “Get on.”