Their Ex's Redrock Dawn (Texas Alpha Biker) (6 page)

“Amazing number three,” she murmured. No, wait... “No, that’s four, cuz
four
freaking climaxes is my most amazing number-four thing to ever happen.”

“We’re going to do five here in a bit,” Zeb muttered.

“No freaking way,” she whispered into his ear with amazement.

“Way,” his voice rumbled. “After I spank your ass, I know you’ll be hot for it, so I gotta step up.”

He was still inside her, so she wasn’t going to argue with him, but one thing—
no
way he could get hard a third time. And she seriously didn’t think he was really going to spank her.

So instead she asked, “Why’s the connecting door open?” It was right by her nose.

Zeb straightened and put both arms under her ass as he turned and began walking them to the bed. “So suburb lady can come through it if she needs help,” he muttered.

Then he turned and sat on the bed and she settled onto him ... just fine. She scrunched her nose and leaned back to look at him. “Suburb lady?”

He kissed her lightly. “Yeah, her name’s Coco something. I saw her check in last night. No way she should be in this dive. I gave her an offer, if she needs help to come through the door.”

Coco something? The thing that struck Carly instantly should have been that Coco could have come through that door at any time during their sexual marathon, but what came out of her mouth instead was—

“What’s she look like?”

Zeb’s eyes narrowed on her. “I got my cock in you, Carly. Deep in you, why are we talking about this?”

“You offered to help her,” she whispered.

Zeb’s hand came up and curled the hair around her ear from behind. “She’s not my type.”

Stupid came out of her mouth, but she couldn’t help it. “Well, am I?”

“Nope,” Zeb uttered fast, but she saw his grin.

She slapped his shoulder, and he turned, lifting her up to toss her onto the bed. “But you’re going to be my
only
type,” his deep voice rumbled.

Oh damn.

Wow.

That was when she was still reeling in complete Zeb-ness, and he blew her away even more by turning and grabbing her. One muscular pull later and she was belly down, completely naked over his thighs.

“Zeb!” she squealed. “Don’t you even think about it!”

She tried to push her one hand near the bed to shove her body off his thighs, but his hand on that side knocked her hand off at the exact same moment his other hand smacked her bare butt. Loudly. She was so shocked, the sting or the fact he’d spanked her several more smacking times was delayed in her mind.

Until she cried, “Ow!”

Then the burn caught up with her! She shook her ass, trying to move it away from his still-spanking hand, while she tried unsuccessfully to get off his thighs. Her breasts bounced like the big mounds they were and her legs kicked, but of course she was no struggle for Zeb to keep her right where he wanted her.

Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Zeb! Ow! Stop this!” She fell forward with her ass burning as he spanked her. She couldn’t stop him. “Please,” she pleaded.

“God, you have a spankable ass,” he uttered, with his hand still swatting her as she whimpered. He
liked
it? “Hottest fucking ass I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ll be good,” she tried.

His hand stopped, and she shuddered.

“Did you say you’ll be good for me, sweetness?”

“I don’t know what this is, Zeb, but I will be good,” she swore, while her buttocks burned. Then the strangest thing happened. Her nipples drew taut, her thighs inched open, and her hips humped her mound lightly on his thighs.
No.
No way! No way was she freaking horny.

His hand rubbing her sore butt was also moving her mound more into his thigh, and suddenly a moan escaped her. She coughed hard, trying to hide it, jerking over his thighs. Her head was dizzy in the downward position. His deep chuckle did
not
just tweak her clit.

“So show me this good, Carly,” he said, not letting her up, while intimately rubbing her naked ass, which moved parts of her over other parts of him.

She should be screaming at him, but instead, after four ecstasy-laced climaxes in multiple positions, what came out of her mouth was—

“I would, um ... maybe call you to ask you, um, if I could come over next time.” God, was she a teenager? “But you had my panties!” Yep, she was.

He outright laughed. Then when he settled down to get serious, he lifted her and put her on the bed, and he crawled over her. His light blue eyes were shiver-worthy intense.

“My woman to keep safe,” he growled, in the deepest voice she’d heard him use yet. “My woman’s not fucking getting raped. I want no one seeing my woman’s barely covered tits and sexy ass but me. You feeling me, Carly.”

Her eyes were wide and her lips parted as she nodded. That ache that wasn’t in her sex from a badass man spanking her curled into a pang.
My woman?

“Carly, we started something here. I want all of it. After this, you don’t want my brand of all of it ... you don’t come back.” He reached between them to cup her mound, and she instantly moaned as he held her. “But remember this, sweetness.
You
came to
me.
”

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S
he came back—

Carly walked outside, got the coffees, fruit, and donuts she’d taken from the comp room at the casino hotel, and she brought them back inside. Zeb watched over her as she did it. Not keeping her there, but making certain no questionable low-grade motel patrons hanging around bothered her.

Of course, all that was after her fifth climax, and Zeb proved to her that his spanking her did turn her on. So much so she went down on him in the shower afterward, until his fists hit the tile and he groaned harshly, then he’d lifted her off her knees to wash her hair. Which didn’t need it again, but no way was she telling him that.

Zeb watched Carly put the coffees in the room’s microwave, then push the button to get them hot. He sat on the chair by the window, glancing out at his bike as he bit into an apple Carly had brought with her. She was cute, trying to fluff her hair with her fingers in front of the mirror, while the coffees heated.

He sure as hell hadn’t expected her. He didn’t mean that morning either. No, he hadn’t expected her at all. He certainly hadn’t expected the things she made him feel. That thing that happened earlier—him spanking her—he’d never done anything like it.

Yeah, he might have wanted to, but he’d never done it. No damn way he was ever telling Carly that. No, he was going to own it. Gladly. Maybe he needed the feelings of control after the uncontrollable mess with his wife. Maybe it was Carly and something about their chemistry together. Yeah, in just the same way he knew he’d met
the
“one,” this edge was what they were going to be together. Him hard, her soft.

He took another bite of the apple. He’d taken a big gamble telling Carly she didn’t like things the way he was laying them down, not to come back. He’d lied, because he would have found a way to convince her. He’d never had a woman, any damn woman, respond to him like Carly did. Just another certainty that made him know he’d found something he’d never known in his gut before—

The
woman for him.

Damn well lucky he’d found her on the dead-end dregs of his marriage. Because if he’d run across Carly while still faithfully married, he’d have had to head the other direction. All the while knowing he was leaving that special one behind that was meant for him. So the craziest damn thing—he was half-assed grateful to Tula May, his lying and cheating and soon-to-be ex-wife.

Ding.

Carly skipped to the microwave, swinging that sassy ass of hers, and he watched every moment. She went up on her bare toes, opening the door and pulling out one of the coffees. Then she settled back on her feet with her elegant nose scrunching as she lifted the plastic lid to look inside the cup.

She blew.

Inwardly he groaned at her puckered lips. Then she stuck a pinky out and dipped it into the cup.

“Ouch,” she whispered, hurriedly withdrawing her finger. She kept that cute finger lifted as she replaced the top, and then swung her hips to him.

“It’s really hot, honey. Be careful,” she said, with a serious but warm look.

He set his partially eaten apple on the windowsill, and he leaned forward to hook her waist, which he brought to him and her nice bottom along to settle on his lap.

“Careful, baby,” she warned, holding the coffee up and that pinky out.

How the hell did the girl for him end up being so girly? He’d never have figured that. He took the coffee out of her hand, then around her back he used his other hand to catch her hand and he lifted it, until he could suck her pinky into his mouth.

“Zeb,” she whispered, as her fine ass got more comfortable on his lap.

He soothed her hurt pinky with his tongue, then slowly released it. “Call me that again,” he asked in a low voice.

Her brows scrunched as she looked at his lips with her pinky near them. “Zeb? Oh—” She was lightly breathless. “Honey?”

“Yeah.” He blew on her pinky.

“Honey,” she all but purred.

Man, he felt that deep.

He licked the tip of her pinky. “It hurt?”

“Not now.” Her arm came around his neck.

“How about your sassy ass? It still hurt?” He knew his gaze glittered.

Her eyelashes dipped and her cheeks reddened. “That was just awful,” she declared with a stage whisper.

He outright laughed, setting the coffee down, then he asked, “That why you came so hard after I paddle your sexy bare ass, sweetness?”

She glared at him with her lips bowing. He hooked her neck and brought her in for a kiss, which he did until she melted onto his chest. Her arms wound over his shoulders and her mouth was teaching him wicked, passionate movements when one of their cells rang.

It was Carly’s, and she was across the room as he watched her pull her cell from the embossed snakeskin purse she carried that had a big leather bow on it. He shook his head at that bow. His girl
was
girly. Then he saw her cell and nearly laughed. It was freaking pink. But he sobered a moment later at the cloud of emotion across her pretty features. It straightened his spine as she took the call, while glancing at him.

He got the vibe to be quiet, and he gave her a chin nod.

“Rick, I told you this was a rough one and it’d be a few days.”

Her dickwad husband
... Zeb planted his feet on the ground and leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs.

“Babe,” she added with a frown, and Zeb knew her husband had just admonished her for not calling him sweet wifey things. Damn it. He wanted to growl. He could barely imagine how Carly felt, and she wasn’t as into seeing the light of not telling old Rick his jig was up.

“So you wouldn’t be there anyways,” she said, then she added an insincere “babe.”

“No, nothing’s wrong.” She took some of her hair and began chewing on the end of it as she talked and circled slowly in place. “I told you it was rough.”

“You called him?” she exclaimed, with her eyes darting to Zeb, and he half rose out of the chair. “Can’t believe you did that. What did he say?”

Zeb eased back a second later when she looked relieved. “Why do you care if I drive my car,” she said next. “No, you can’t help me with the pageant.”

Then she turned her back to him. “I don’t know why you care about that pageant, Rick. It’s a pain in the ass and I’m still not happy Vincent shoved it off on me.” Then she listened, but said quickly, “Oh, just go
do
your rodeo clowning, Rick Shaw. Goodbye!”

She twirled toward Zeb, and exclaimed, “I can’t stand it!” Zeb stood and went to her, where she face-planted in his chest. “You need to tell me again why I can’t confront him.” 

Zeb brushed under her hair and grasped her nape. “Did he say he’s going to be out all day?” She nodded against his chest. “That’s why, sweetness.”

“Because of the question of why did he come back to me?” she muttered, but her lips were moving on his muscle and it felt good.

He squeezed her nape. “Yeah.” Then he added, “You do not
ever
call
me
babe. You feeling me, Carly?”

She turned her nose up to his chin, and her breasts pressed deeper into him. “That’s not hard to promise, honey.”

“So come on, your house is clear, let’s go get some of your stuff.” Maybe he’d get some inspiration looking at their place about what the hell was going on.

They got dressed, with Carly complaining all the way to the truck she’d drove up in that she felt naked.

Zeb took the keys from her and persuaded her toward the passenger side, as he asked, “A thong’s going to make you feel more dressed?”

No way was he giving back that souvenir. She pouted at him as she sat in the seat, swinging her legs in. He lifted his gaze to her face while not reminding her she flew in there that morning in what little she had covering her. Because besides doing it unescorted, or at least with him expecting her, he did not see her having no panties on as a bad thing, as long as he was by her side.

“You’ll be in the truck, no one will see,” he said, after just seeing the outlines of her bare butt swaying through the sunlight and that gauzy dress she was wearing. “We get you home, you change. It’ll be cool.” And he’d still have her panties.

He kissed her and she remained stubborn for a second, then she melted. To his bones he liked he could melt her like that with just his lips. Then when he straightened, he saw Coco over the roof of the truck. She was put together from head to toe, as if she were going out for an expensive day at the spa or shopping. Her hair was curled and twisted up, makeup applied with lots of berry-colored lipstick. She was wearing wide-legged white pants and a white jacket, kind of like they matched. Maybe it was a woman’s suit or something, but she was tiptoe-skipping toward him wearing really high heels again.

“Zeb,” she called. Carly’s neck arched up to him as he glanced down at her.

“Tell me that’s not what you call suburb,” Carly muttered as she pushed back out of the seat, but she stayed close in by the truck. And he saw her hug her chest.