Their Ex's Redrock Twilight (Texas Alpha) (Texas Alpha Series Book 4) (16 page)

Her gaze searched his.

“Baby,” she said, and she cupped the side of his face. “Honey, the only people in this town that matter are the people that want you there.”

She thought his green eyes looked liquid, right before he kissed her, and when he pulled back, he said, “Maybe you’re right. I just played bad for so long.”

She rubbed his chest and then grabbed the front strap of his shoulder holster for a second, using it to tug on for emphasis. “I know Vincent doesn’t think you’re bad, or Tess, or Carly and Zeb, and I know Justice doesn’t.” Then she thought to add, “If you’re bad, then I know Caval shouldn’t be there at all, and I know for a fact he’s coming, and so is Link.” She pulled on his shoulder holster, jostling him a little. “So there.”

His smile wasn’t big, but it was there. “I might have to reconsider,” he muttered.

So after a full bottle of champagne, some slow dancing, and some even slower kissing, they finally wandered out of the bar and restaurant, where they saw Special Agent Rand sitting against the hood of the black pickup he had brought her there in.

“Oh, I didn’t know he’d wait,” Coco said, as she leaned into where Finn held her tight against his side. “We should have had him come in or brought him some food.”

Finn guided her up to Special Agent Rand, who straightened, and then Finn tapped him on the chest.

“Thanks, man,” Finn said.

Special Agent Rand didn’t smile, but he did say, “Anytime.” Then he pushed off his pickup to go around it and get in.

“He is a man of few words,” Coco said.

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. Then he said, “Baby, before we go home, there’s one stop I want to make. Something I heard about today.”

A few minutes later, as Finn drove them through town, going toward what Finn said she had to wait to see, Coco looked around more closely. Before this she’d just been flying around town trying to find stupid Gordon, but now she was looking at the place with different eyes. A place where she was quite possibly going to live.

She glanced at Finn.

She sure hoped so.

Then she looked out at a Mexican restaurant called Los Toros, where they would have to eat, right next to an Italian restaurant they were also going to have to try. Finn drove by the Senta River hotel, which looked nice and had a steakhouse. A definite must. Then there was a bar called Rodeo Lulu’s that sounded like a lot of fun. It was blocks down the street from a bar called Big Mama’s. She turned her neck looking at Big Mama’s, thinking that was the first place Finn had taken her to. But she’d been a little tipsy, so maybe it was another place.

Then they went by Kickin Rodeo, where she had to go back to, when she found the appropriate clothes. Maybe she could learn to line dance. That was when she saw Cha-Cha’s Fashions and Lingerie. She was certain she could find the right thing to wear in that store.

Glory’s Nursery was a must, because Finn’s house needed some plants, so she wondered if they delivered as they drove by the place. But then she remembered she was probably off probation and could go out now.

Next, she saw Yvonne’s Beauty World. She’d been there and that was going to be a place she frequented, she thought, as they passed a place called the Sugar Shack, which sounded interesting. Oh, and look, it was right next to a fabulous-looking gift shop called Harper’s Bazaar, and then at the end of the block was a place called Joe’s Auto Repair.

Next, there was an amazing multicolored sign that caught her eye, right past Joe’s, as she was thinking that it was a cute town. And she read the sign out loud: “Badass Custom Chopper Skins.”

Finn surprised her a moment later by pulling his Jeep into the parking lot of whatever a custom chopper skin shop was, which by the look of it had something to do with motorcycles. Because there were at least five of them parked in a line outside of the obviously new building.

Finn parked, and she looked at him questioningly.

“Zeb’s new shop,” he said.

“Zeb!” she exclaimed.

He nodded. “Grand opening.”

She grabbed his arm. “What is it?”

Finn laughed, and then he pulled her out of the Jeep. He swung his arm over her shoulder and pulled her toward the front door.

“They put custom graphics on motorcycles. Call them skins.”

“Oh,” she drawled, finally getting it. “So this is the grand opening? How amazing.”

“Yeah, thought you’d like it,” he said, just as he was guiding her through the front door he’d opened.

Her first quick glance inside had her immediately impressed by the serious coolness as a small girlfriend squeal sounded off to her right. Turning her gaze, she heard Carly just before she saw her.

“Those lambskin jeans look so hot with those killer boots, babe!”

Coco felt as good as she always felt around the Redrock girls, and she disengaged from Finn so she could catch Carly’s hug and enthusiastic air kisses. However, not all that motion dislodged her gaze from the massively important and huge glare of a—

“
Is
that an engagement rock!” Coco exclaimed, grabbing Carly’s hand to look closer. Immediately, Coco saw that not only was it a huge diamond engagement ring, but there was also a—

“We eloped,” Carly whispered.

Coco glanced at Finn, who said, “Fantastic as hell. Congratulations, Mrs. Zeb—”

Right then, Zeb prowled up, slapping Finn on the back of his shoulder as Coco squealed in excitement, grabbing another hug from Carly.

Zeb said, “That’s Mrs. Zeb Andersen. She took my last name.”

“Oh my Lord, how amazing,” Coco finally managed through her throat tight with happiness and excitement.

“No one knows,” Carly said above everyone.

“Yeah,” Zeb said. “We just got back from Vegas, where I convinced her to let it fly and get hitched.”

“By Elvis,” Carly said, squeezing Coco’s hand. “At a Trace Adkins concert. Right on stage!”

Coco gasped again, and she thought Finn might have too, but he hid the noise by clapping Zeb’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Trace is a buddy,” Zeb said. “He’s done a few of my songs, so we kind of set it up until Carly had to do it.”

“But I wanted to,” Carly said, as she moved to Zeb and wrapped her arms around him.

“Then we had to get back to this place’s grand opening,” Zeb said.

“Just this morning,” Carly added.

Coco was a bit misty-eyed over how spontaneous and romantic it all was. They were the first people she’d met in town, and they had been on her side ever since.

“I’m so happy for you,” she said, as Finn swung an arm around her and pulled her into his side.

“And we are so happy for you,” Carly said, looking at Finn holding her like she was his for good.

“And man,” Zeb said, looking at Finn, “I’ve heard some rumblings about bad dudes going down, and you are behind it.”

Coco thought Finn looked as if he was going to brush it aside, so she jumped in. “He’s really ATF. Special Agent Finn O’Neil.”

“Really?” Carly asked, surprised.

But at the same time, Zeb said, “Hell, I knew it.” Finn looked at him as Zeb took his hand to shake, and Zeb said, “Knew it had to be something like that when I saw you out in the wilds.”

They all wandered the new shop, seeing how wonderfully it was designed. Country rock played and there were amazing graphics everywhere, with a detail shop out back, which was so new that the checkerboard floors still shone.

“This is really artistic, isn’t it?” Coco said to Carly, as they strolled behind their men, in front of them talking motorcycle language, which Coco only half understood.

“It is,” Carly said. “I didn’t know until he started showing me. But I think he has an artistic soul underneath all that badassness.”

That made them both giggle.

Up ahead of them, Zeb was trying to talk Finn into another motorcycle with fluorescent blue flames down the side, when she and Carly stopped in front of a graphic on the wall. It was a black and white skeleton head with a rose clenched between its teeth.

“So how will you tell everybody about eloping?” Coco asked.

Carly fiddled with her blond ponytail. “It happened so fast, I haven’t figured that out yet.”

Coco could see how it made a predicament. Did you tell your besties over the phone or in person? Did you tell them one by one or all at once?

She pondered before she offered, “Well you could let it happen as you see each one of them, or you could announce it at the ball. They’ll all be there.”

Carly nodded. “That’s a good idea, if I don’t see them first. I think over the phone is not so cool, and Zeb and I are just so busy at the moment.”

But Coco did remind her. “If you see them, they will immediately see the huge diamond, babe.”

Carly looked worried, but then she held up her hand to look at the sparkle as she smiled, looking very much in love.

“It’s
so
beautiful,” she whispered.

And it was.

Then they got down to business discussing what they were going to wear for the ball.

On the other side of the detail shop, Finn asked Zeb, “How in hell do you figure out what to wear to a damn charity ball?”

Zeb chuckled. “With our women, brother, you have to step up big time. Because they go all out.”

Finn frowned, but Zeb clapped him on the shoulder. “We get your measurements and Vincent has a tailor that can make a suit, which will look like those smoking leathers your woman has on, but with a dude’s class.”

“No shit,” Finn muttered, thinking it sounded as if it was going to cost him a whack.

Zeb said, “Man, it’s so worth it once you see them in their sexy bling. But, brother, plan an hour ahead, because I promise you, you will not get out the door sooner once you lay eyes on your lady fixed up to slay your dick.”

Finn’s eyebrows rose.

“Yeah, if you wanna be there at nine, tell her it’s eight, brother,” Zeb advised.

Finn thought he’d best listen to the man who had married a babe just like his.

“Will do,” he said. Then he suddenly felt himself anticipating it, rather than slightly dreading it.

“You really take down a fucking mob boss, dude?” Zeb asked.

Then and there, Finn finally felt better about being able to talk out in the open about that.

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F
inn slid his cock deep into hot, slick pussy from behind. His baby moaned, still partially asleep, but waking up as he spooned her. He held her mound with his arm wrapped under her, and with his other arm wrapped over her, he played with her big breasts and spiky hard nipples.

Damn, it was sweet.

Black of night. Oh-dark-thirty. Probably like four, and the thought of hot pussy woke him up with a hard-on. Only this time he had sweetness cuddled up to him so that he could do something about that. Slide deep, warmth clasping him. Making him rumble deeper.

Yeah.

Hell yeah.

He played with a hot little clit.

Then he got a sassy ass pushed back at his forward thrust.

Engage.

“You fuck me,” he told her, biting lightly on her neck, enjoying the power trip. She moaned and obediently pushed back at him. Then he was cupping her hips, but it was her movements that were pumping over his hard cock.

Faster.

A little bit faster.

“Don’t come,” he ordered, as she squirmed on his cock.

She made a little distressed sound, at the same time she ground down on him, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming.

“Please, let me come, Deek,” she begged him through a pant, and it made him hotter.

“You fuck me good, we’ll see.”

That got her even hotter as she moaned long and low, but her round ass started slapping his hipbones. He grabbed her mound again, feeling their connection pumping in and out, while she panted, “Please.”

“I touch your clit, you can come. Not until then,” he growled, and he held her pussy tightly so that her pushing got more action on this cock.

When he woke hours later, he was still planted deep inside her, while holding her tight against him. He’d come hard at four in the morning and he’d let her come along, and she’d come so hard, it had made his damn cock burn in a good way. He’d never had that happen before, and he’d never woken up still inside his hot woman.

It had to be all the domination things they were doing. And didn’t he dig that.

Finn moved a little, noticing his cock was fucking hard.

Yeah, he dug the living hell out of it.

So he rolled his babe under him and he started to get serious. But the very best damn thing about it all was he knew Coco was so into it, there was no way she was ever going to say no to him.

All his baby was going to do was beg him for more.

After he’d made her weep sounds so intense that he’d had to soothe her back down to earth, he ordered her to make him breakfast nude. Shit was hot.

Naked woman in his kitchen.

Her hips and ass so curved, it was hard to concentrate, and her breasts so large, he nearly drooled. But he had to keep his act together and show he could hold out and be more powerful than her hotness slamming him. Besides, she had an I-am-so-horny-I-could-come glow going on. She dug it big time.

Pancakes, syrup, and hard nipples.

Only thing was—

“Bella, how’d we get the fixings for pancakes?” he asked. He pulled her into his lap and started to feed her a bite of pancake. The woman could cook, and wasn’t he damn lucky that she could.

“Delivery,” she said after swallowing.

He had his boxers on and her bare ass was warm over his cock. “Cool,” he said. Then he added, “You give me the receipt and I’ll pay you back.”

She made a sound as if she could be starting to disagree with something, so he thought to add, “I appreciate you doing that for us.”

“I can pay,” she said, munching on another bite of pancake he’d fed her.

He looked at her bare breasts under his nose. Damn, they were gorgeous. “Baby, I wanna take care of you,” he murmured.

“You do, Deek,” she said, stroking his chest. “You give me so much I’ve never had, and I love every second of it, but—”

“You’re giving me the same,” he said, not registering her “but.”