Their Ex's Redrock Midnight (Texas Alpha) (12 page)

Cabe had told Vincent that he’d not exactly ordered Rusty to do anything except during sex to move here and there. Vincent had raised Cabe’s eyebrows and expectations by revealing he often ordered Tess naked at home, ordered her hands to stay raised on the headboard or he’d tie them, and she was often without panties because he liked access.

Each word Vincent had spoken had blown Cabe’s mind.

Then Vincent had uttered, “It’s a treasure Tess gives me. Never felt my world rocked so hard. Luna might have fucked my mind, but Tess brought me straight.” Then Vincent had added, “It fucking means a lot to me, Rusty could be doing that for you. Dragging you out of that hole.”

Cabe looked over at the woman that had thrown him out of the hole he’d been in, and she was singing with the radio, which she’d turned up full blast onto a country-western station. He was more of a rock guy, but the new country she was singing off key sounded pretty rock to him. His baby was drunk. And he fully intended to take advantage of her, but first he needed to feed her so she wouldn’t be so hung over in the morning because their dinner was cut short.

He did have to admit seeing Tess in that backless—nearly side-less—sparkly dress was fuck-worthy, but not as fuck-worthy as Rusty’s breasts or legs in the heels she was wearing.

“Love this song!” Rusty sang more. Then she really belted out the ending. “This ain’t my
mamma’s
broken heart!”

Cabe pulled his truck into the burger place as he chuckled. “You want a malt and some French fries, baby?” he asked her.

“Sure!” she exclaimed, then she undid her seatbelt and came sliding to him, where she grabbed his upper thigh, while he looked down on her luscious cleavage. His girl could fill out a strapless dress.

“We didn’t eat, did we?” Rusty slurred a little bit.

Cabe worked his arm around behind her and pulled her closer to his side. “We did not,” he agreed.

She leaned partially over his chest and fiddled with his collar. “I wonder if a chocolate shake goes with champagne.” Then she blurted, “You knew!” But, softer, she added, “You didn’t tell me.”

He moved his hand up the middle of her shoulder blades under her hair until he held her nape. “I thought it was for a good cause, sweetheart. I wanted Tess to be able to tell you.”

“That’s so sweet,” Rusty declared, and Cabe figured he was forgiven.

He played with her hair over her shoulder, then slid his hand down her side to her hip on the far side of him. A little burrow and he had creamy, warm flesh under his hand hidden by her skirt. “You have a thong on,” he whispered to her.

She nuzzled his neck. “A barely there lace one,” she murmured with her lips on his throat. Her hand found the side of his waist. “This suit is hot, Captain.”

Cabe thought she didn’t realize what she’d called him as he played his finger along the front edge of her thong by her inner thigh. “Glad you like it, boo,” he muttered, feeling the bare heat at the very top of her mound. “You can take it off me later. Slowly,” he said.

Rusty moaned and nibbled his earlobe a little. Then he was just going to explore further with his fingers when the outside waitress announced by his open window. “Malt and fries for slot five!”

Rusty and he broke apart as he turned to the window to see the waitress attaching the tray, but the next second he frowned deeply. The petite waitress was just turning away when he grasped her wrist. “Where’d you get the busted lip and black eye, sweetheart?” he asked as gently as he could.

He saw a look in her dark eyes that he’d seen a hundred times before, so he knew before she lied to him that she was going to lie, while Rusty sat up next to him, watching them, with her back nearly in the radio.

“Swinging door at work here,” the waitress said defiantly, then she added, “As if it’s any of your business.”

Cabe knew the feeling he was feeling; he’d felt it a hundred times before—it was edgy frustration that always came with getting a young woman to admit they needed help, when they were still in denial mode. There was no quick cure for it that he could break through to her, damn it.

“Either you think he is all that or you’re afraid of him, girl. But either one of them is a fucked reason to let him bust your pretty face,” Rusty declared, quite loudly.

The girl, in her early twenties with curly, light red hair and the face of a model, if it weren’t bruised, looked at Rusty as if she’d lost her mind. “And it’s definitely none of your business,” the waitress—whose nametag read, “Angel”—announced while pulling her wrist free of Cabe’s hand.

Cabe watched Rusty get in one parting shot before Angel dashed away from the confrontation: “Free taxi anytime you need it, Angel! Free taxi to safety, and I got some badasses will kick his ass!”

Cabe hauled Rusty up against him, stopping her yelling. “You got badasses, do you?” he asked.

She smiled sweetly at him, patting his chest. “I do, and you know because you’re one of them.”

He chuckled, but tried to be serious. “Baby, I’d never beat another man down. It’s not professional.”

“Oh, Cabe,” Rusty declared. “I believe that of you, Vincent, and Tag like I believe Angel got that beat-up face from a door.” She patted him again. “I know it must be a secret, though, so I won’t blurt it out when I am drunk again.”

He finally kissed her quiet, but when he lifted his lips off hers, he said, “We’ll leave one of your business cards on the tray when we leave.”

Rusty kissed him as an answer, then they sat back and ate their fries, while drinking their chocolate malts in between, and Rusty declared it was decadent. He thought “decadent” was going to come later.

That was until he looked across the drive-in spot they were parked in and he saw Vega staring at him. He nearly cringed with guilt, until he strongly shoved that emotion aside because he had nothing to feel guilty about. Still, he didn’t tell Rusty that Vega was watching them, and then a little devil started working on him, so he turned and pulled Rusty closer so he could start necking with her. Rusty was all for it.

Rusty moaned with her eyelids falling open from bliss—to stare straight at Vega Santos. Freaking
a
-gain. Would this woman not get outta her way? Cabe’s lips burned along Rusty’s jaw toward her ear. He had to be oblivious to Vega standing right by their tray in the open window of the truck.

Vega’s exclaimed, “Baby, the water heater exploded at home! There’s water leaking everywhere! I’m terrified it’s going to ignite. You
have
to come home!”

The moment Vega’s shrill voice sounded, Cabe turned to stone in Rusty’s arms, and Rusty could just feel the aura of anger start emanating from him. She started to get out of his way, because she was certain he needed to leap out of the truck and follow Vega to the disaster. But Cabe’s arm became an iron band around her, holding her to him.

Without even looking back to Vega, he growled, “Don’t give a fuck.”

“But the water!” Vega cried.

To this Cabe uttered, “Mop it up.” Which blew through Rusty’s hair, where they were embracing, and let Rusty get a full view of Vega, who looked like her head might explode along with the suspect water heater.

“But Cabe! The house,
the
floor, will be ruined. I
need
your help.”

Rusty felt Cabe slowly releasing her, but still keeping her latched to his side. He turned to look at Vega and Rusty felt him stiffen, but his stony features didn’t show it as he did a head-to-toe over the “come fuck me” outfit Vega had on.

“You always wear shit like that during emergency water heater runs, Vega?” he asked, and not nicely at all.

Rusty could give Vega one thing: she had a great body, and every line of it was revealed in the skintight, shimmering and freaking hot pink-colored tube dress she was poured into, along with six-inch platform heels.

“Or did your latest lay get interrupted by the exploding water heater?” Cabe asked, rather mildly for the content.

Rusty face-planted into his muscular upper arm with a snort of chuckling she tried to contain.

“If you don’t care about our house—” Vega began.

Too which Cabe instantly snapped, “I don’t.”

Vega tried, “I
can’t
fix it on my own—”

Cabe inserted, “Hire someone.”

Vega whined, then she made a bad move and put her hand on Cabe’s shoulder through the window. “Please, baby—”

But Cabe jerked away from the touch like it was a viper strike, and the move had to be very obvious to Vega, who hissed a wounded sound.

“I’m getting ready to stick my cock in my loving babe here, Vega—you need to take care of that shit yourself,” Cabe growled.

Rusty cringed as Vega snarled, “Fuck!”

Vega’s try at sweetness turned into a bitch across her features, as Cabe said, “While you’re here, grab that tray, Vega, we need to get going.”

“Oh you!” Vega screeched. “You were
never
this mean before your skank there!”

Suddenly, Cabe released Rusty, and the next second he was out the door and in Vega’s face. “You don’t fucking call my woman skank,” he snapped at her surprised features. “You made your play and I am not the dog on your fucking leash anymore, and all Rusty is, is a good woman helping me after the shit you dragged me down into.”

Vega’s tears were flowing, and Rusty knew it was Vega’s most desperate play. “Y-You need to help me, Cabe. I’m your wife and I n-need you
so
bad,” Vega sobbed.

“Bullshit,” Cabe snapped, and he turned, grabbed the tray, and turned again while thrusting it at Vega, who automatically took hold of it. Then Cabe swung open the truck door and he climbed in, slamming it shut. “Talk through my lawyer from now on, Vega,” he told her as she bawled and held the tray. “I’ve moved on and I suggest you do too.”

R
usty couldn’t move her arms that Cabe had cuffed together by her wrists to a slat in her headboard. She’d asked him to go to her place that night, and maybe later she’d tell him why, and about Vega’s earlier visit to his motel room. Yeah, maybe tell him after the part about her wrists being handcuffed to her headboard, while Cabe slowly stripped her dress off and found she only had a lacy pink thong underneath. He left her heels on.

But Cabe was interested in her breasts that night, and she was interested he was interested in them, because he’d handle his soon-to-be ex-wife like a man that took no shit. And Rusty wanted to reward him, and well, get her reward too.

“Oh
God
, Captain,” she cried, squirming and thrashing as Cabe straddled her thighs so he could pinch her taut nipple between his lips, until it hurt, then release to suckle it gently. The combination was mind-blowingly good, and she bucked beneath him. His other fingers tweaked her other nipple point in tandem with his mouth.

“Going to make you beg, boo,” he uttered with such conviction her body shuddered on a strong throb as she thrashed her head through a mini-orgasmic release. Cabe was still dressed, with just his suit jacket gone, and she felt the distinction—it was as if she were his sexual plaything. Brilliant. So freaking hot it made her pant, and, as he’d warned, it made her beg.

“Touch me, Captain,
please
,” she begged, humping that part of her she so desperately needed him to touch up into the heat of him straddled over her hips.

His tongue played with her nipple tip, ferociously banging it, before he stopped, holding her entire breast squeezed up in his hand, as his husky voice growled, “I am touching you, touching this hard nipple. What you want, boo? That sweet, hot pussy needs touching.”

“Yes! Captain,
please
, I need, I
need
,” she gasped.

Cabe let her breasts go and he rose up to stand on the end of the bed, looking down on her flushed, sexually needy body with smolders of lust in his darkened brown eyes. She squirmed and thrashed her bare legs.

“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me explicitly what you want, boo.”

He grabbed the five-inch heel of her fuck-me pink and spangled stilettos, and he lifted it to the side of his chest, opening her core.

“On my pussy,” she hissed. “Please, Captain, touch my needy, hot pussy.”

Cabe’s grin was smoldering and wicked as he stroked her pink platform heels, then down her leg while she moaned, trying to encourage him to go lower.

That next morning, while Cabe was in her shower, and she wasn’t in the shower with him because he thought she was asleep, Rusty whispered to Tess on the phone, “Mini orgasms, have you had them? I never knew they existed.”

Tess whispered back because Vincent was down in their kitchen getting coffee and going to bring Tess back some. “Oh God, those, like, ten little ones that lead up to the one freaking big one. Yeah, babe, had those.”

“I think I blacked out once,” Rusty whispered.

“I do that all the time, and come back usually getting fucked really good. So it’s like blast-off.”

“Yes!” Rusty exclaimed. “Blast-off. I can’t believe this is turning me on so much. Five positions last night, two I never knew of, three orgasms, and multiple mini ones. I never knew I was such a sex machine before.”

“We’re just sluts.” Tess giggled. “’Cause I’m going back in for
more.
”

“Rusty, get your cute ass in here!” Cabe yelled from her bathroom. “I need your pretty lips on my cock now, boo.”

Tess had to hear that.

They both moaned, “Ohmygod,” and then they hung up.

Cabe’s back hit the wall of the shower as he locked his knees, while he cupped the back of Rusty’s skull through her wet hair. Warm water sprayed down over his chest and ran streams over Rusty’s face and lips as she released the head of his cock with a popping sound. She sucked it right back in as his fist curled slamming the wall and making water splatter. His groan was guttural.

His freaking nympho nearly-ex-wife would
never
do this.

Better yet, he’d just ordered Rusty to her knees and ordered her mouth around his cock. She could have refused, but they were playing and she loved it as much as he did. She was his naked siren with those succulent lips of hers stretching deep and tight over his cock.