Their Ex's Redrock Twilight (Texas Alpha) (Texas Alpha Series Book 4) (9 page)

“Honey, if you want a drink once we get there, we’ll have to stop for something on the way,” she told him.

When she looked, Caval’s gaze smoldered her way.

“You call me honey and offer me a drink, and princess, I’m all yours.”

Coco smiled and then added a toss of her hair. “I’m taken, sugar. But you sure are tempting.”

“He ever gets stupid and lets you get away, you promise to call me and give me a chance.”

Coco would never tell anyone about the thrill that washed through her, but it sure felt good. She didn’t think a man like Caval played around with women. She bet that when he went after a woman, he was very serious about it.

Caval stopped to buy her a very expensive bottle of tequila. It was Cuervo Reserved, and it had to be worth over a hundred dollars. The only reason she knew that was because Patty Ann was a tequila connoisseur.

But then, Caval didn’t come inside Finn’s lake house to drink it with her.

Instead, outside Finn’s front door he handed it to her as he said, “This bottle isn’t going to get me off the hook with Finn, seeing as I’ve been spending quality time with you and all, princess. But it might smooth him out a bit.”

Coco looked up at him, scrunching her nose.

“This is for Finn?” she asked, looking down at the brown paper sack with bottle inside it.

“Yep,” Caval said, with a side lifting of his lips.

Coco looked at the lake house’s front door, and then she looked back at Caval. “You’re not coming in?”

Just then, a black SUV pulled up the long driveway.

For one second Coco got nervous, before Caval said, “That’s my ride, princess. And no way am I going into Finn’s house, with his woman, alone, even as much as I’d like to. No one knows you’re here, so you will be safe until your man gets here, as long as you keep those pretty lips from telling anybody you are here.”

Well, Coco had been starting to get miffed, but when Caval said she had pretty lips with that deep voice of his, while looking down at her through those sexy eyes, she completely forgot she was miffed.

“’Kay,” she whispered, slightly mesmerized by Caval’s aura.

She would bet women just draped their bodies over him. His hand lifted and his knuckles brushed her cheek.

“Sweet,” he muttered, but then his hand dropped away.

She could tell he was thinking over staying with her and that bottle of tequila, right before he forced himself to turn toward the SUV, which was sliding to stop behind him. She wondered how or when he’d gotten the SUV to show up at his command, as she watched his tall and really well built body as he turned and moved toward the vehicle.

When Caval opened the door to the SUV, Coco caught a glimpse of a musclebound guy with a really tan face and a grin that said he was arrogant, but had a right to be.

“Get in the house, princess. Lock that door,” Caval ordered.

Coco made certain to swing her hips for all she was worth in the dress she knew killed her figure, because she’d worn it just to confront her lowlife ex. So she wasn’t quite surprised to hear the deep sound of Caval’s groan behind her as she unlocked the door and swung her butt into the lake house.

A moment later, she didn’t even feel too bad for the deep smile she had as she leaned against the closed door. That was just what she’d needed, to have a smoking-hot man flirt with her a little bit.

Damn Gordon didn’t have a clue what he was missing.

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hen Finn came home that night a little after seven, Coco was tipsy and wearing the littlest, sexiest, and fucking hottest piece of lingerie he’d ever seen. He was a man that didn’t know lingerie, but after seeing her in the thing she called an haute mesh baby doll, he was going to become a damn expert.

It had lacy cups that showed her aroused nipples right through, and way the fuck off. Then the part flowing down her curves to the tops of her thighs was see-through black, which showed him a tiny patch of lace she had on, which she’d call panties and he called jewelry, showing off her full, sexy hips.

There was only a string attached from the front to the back, and if he didn’t want to ejaculate on the spot, he decided he’d better not look behind her until he got his head back on straight. All of that and Coco had on a pair of fuck-me heels so high that the top of her head reached his chin.

All of that danced and twirled toward him as he walked into his kitchen.

“Deek,” she called in a sultry and purred voice. “Your home, baby.”

Finn caught Coco’s fall toward him, while he saved the bag of food in his other hand and felt the feeling of one hell of a woman filling his arms.

Damn, she was voluptuous.

“What the fuck,” he muttered, looking down into her beautiful but glazed brown eyes.

She gazed up at him with a sad look.

“Celebrating my divorce,” she slurred. “I might be doing it with the tequila Caval left you, as I guess, a present—” She bussed his cheek with a kiss as he started understanding. “But I think he was trying to buy you off not being mad he was tracking me. Isn’t that sweet, Deek?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, rubbing her cute ass and finding by feel alone that there was not much satin covering it.

Once again, he decided that he’d better take seeing it in slow increments, and he set the food on his kitchen table, where he saw a hundred-dollar bottle of Cuervo Reserve with two shot glasses beside it. His eyebrow rose ... Caval was seriously apologizing. Not that Finn thought that took Caval off the hook.

Then, since he had two arms free, he took his woman in his arms and pulled her flush against him, where he could feel her lush body melting into his. He grabbed her chin and tilted her tipsy gaze up to his.

“Bella, did you sign divorce papers today?”

The sadness grew darkly bitter in her eyes, and then went back to sadness as she rubbed his back and murmured, “Yes, I had to.”

Then he knew why she hadn’t gone straight home.

“Mine will be final by the end of the week,” he told her.

Her cinnamon eyes widened. “Really,” she whispered, with a little slur at the end of it.

He nodded, fondling her ass. “Yeah. Let’s drink to that shit.”

He hauled Coco with him until he was sitting and she was planted lusciously on his lap, in what little she was wearing. Damn, he’d gone from having no woman in his life, on that score dry as a desert, to having so much woman that it was overflowing.

But fuck, he was going to be man enough to catch it, hold it, and keep it. Even if it unnerved him slightly. Coco was all freaking woman, and a handful of it. She smelled amazing, she looked better, and she felt even better than that.

He was a lucky bastard, and it hit him hard that he hadn’t come home to an empty house once again. Instead, he’d come home to one filled up with lots of exciting possibilities.

“So, you ever drink hundred-dollar tequila before, babe?” he asked her as he poured two shots with one hand, while stroking the silky see-through material over the indent of her waist.

She played with his collar and did wicked things adjusting her fine ass on his lap, while her full, kissable lips pouted.

“Not since the three I had before you came home, Deek.”

“Naughty, naughty,” he scolded her, with his lowest, deepest voice.

He felt her return quiver as he made a pondering sound, while looking at her barely covered tits, which were big mounds of I-want-to-bury-my-face-then-dick-between-them. Even though she was downhearted about the ending of her thing, she liked him calling her naughty.

He took a shot glass and put it in her hand, then lifted it all, with the order, “Slam it this time, bella. No sipping.”

Her beautiful lips lifted into a fuller pout, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her, and that was getting her out of her head into his.

“Sugar, it’s too much for me to drink in one gulp—” she started to say.

He interrupted her ... forcefully. “Naughty girls don’t do what I say get their bare ass whacked,” he told her.

Then he had to hold his grin at the race of thoughts playing across her features. First disbelief, arousal, calculation, like would he really, more arousal, temptation, more arousal, and last, the look of figuring out a way to be bad, so she could actually get him to do it.

“You wouldn’t,” she declared, but her face and her body said she hoped he would.

That full-figure body, barely clothed, and moving sensually over him. With moves such as the breast nudge, nipple swish, and ass cheek shimmy over his hard cock shoving at his jeans.

“Slam it,” he growled.

Her hair flowed as she shook her head and she set it back down on the table, with a lip bite added for his further enticement. He couldn’t say he’d ever smacked a beautiful ass before. He certainly couldn’t say he thought he’d ever have any idea how to start that with a woman.

But since he was in the thick of it, so to speak, it wasn’t hard to make happen. Of course, a willing victim made it easier. But she couldn’t act willing, so instead she had to squeal, squirm, and kick.

Once Finn got Coco belly down over his thighs, he found out she only had a little strip of black licking the lush crease of her full ass cheeks. Fuck him. And the way those cheeks squirmed was making his cock pound.

“Deek, you can’t! You wouldn’t!”

Her hand flashed back, trying to cover the full, round, and squirming globes. No way; they were too curvy, and fuck him, they were all his. The sound of his palm spanking her rang through him.

If he thought his cock was hard and pounding before, the minute he swatted her fine ass had him gritting his teeth, he was so hard. It was as if he’d found the best damn turn-on and he’d never known it existed. That fucking arousal high was spanking his lady’s ass like he owned it—talk about domination highs.

Then he swatted those perfect cheeks some more.

He’d thought what he’d done that morning with her was the new height of his new fucking sexual turn-ons. And that morning had been crazy hot and satisfying, but this was where it was at. Spanking his lady’s ass, getting her hot, and moving all the power to him.

Fuck yeah.

Let his damn cock pound ... he had a woman to dominate, and his palm slapped fully, making that great spanked sound. Then he did it faster.

Finn pushed Coco’s struggling body over his thighs more so he could get deeper on her ass, and the tips of his swatting fingers kept brushing the wetness on her thong.

“Please, stop,” she begged, but that wetness showed the truth, which was that she loved it, so he made her ass redder and both of them hotter.

Then he felt the grind of her squirming her pussy over his thigh, and after his last ringing slap, he felt her grind again.

“Oh,” she moaned hard, with her creamy thighs parting.

“You fucking going to drink like I’m telling you?” he asked roughly.

“I will, Deek! I promise,” she cried breathlessly.

He hauled her upright, setting her spanked ass on his lap. She looked at him with awe and hot arousal as she swayed in his lap, until he caught her full breasts and then he squeezed the big mounds.

“Bella, slam that drink to our divorces, like a good girl,” he ordered, then he tugged on her hard nipple points.

She grabbed the back of his shoulders and the edge of the table, moaning while wriggling over the hard ridge of his cock, but her hand went to the shot glass. Just as she had it to her lips, he cupped between her legs and he held on tight.

“Deek,” she cried, sounding so aroused her voice was throaty.

Then she slammed the shot while rubbing her hot mound against his hand. She coughed, but held the drink down as he held her pussy tight.

“I like you when you are being my good girl, but I fucking really like you being my naughty girl,” he growled, then he grabbed her chin, dropped it down, and he covered her lips with his mouth.

Five minutes later, he’d brought her off with his hand down her thong and buried in her hot slickness. She came that easily after a hot spanking, and he sure as hell wasn’t forgetting that shit.

Her round little ass was his.

When she’d finished shuddering and crying out against him, she started rubbing her barely covered breasts over his chest, until she managed to sink between his thighs and lower to her knees, right there in his kitchen. She had her hands all over the front of his zipper with wicked intentions in her dark eyes.

“You telling me you like my hand spanking your ass so much, now you want my cock in your mouth because of it?”

She got the sexiest damn look, which surely popped pre-come out of the head of his dick, as he worked to control himself.

“I did, Deek,” she half purred and half slurred, reminding him that she was drunk, and he hoped not going to be pissed at him when she sobered up.

That was when his baby’s second lesson came on how to suck his cock, and she was fucking getting better. The way she took it down her throat, and then swallowed it all, made his eyes blaze.

After, he lifted her up and carried her to his room. One trip back for the bag of food and utensils and they ate in bed with him wearing his unzipped jeans and her in only the top part of her baby doll, because he had her thong in his back pocket.

He thoroughly enjoyed watching her bare ass moving in the different positions it could get into on the bed.

“Baby, what did you do with Gordon?” she asked, seeming a little more sober after the meal.

He punched some pillows on the head on the bed and set the empty food containers on his nightstand, then he propped his back to the pillows. Immediately, Coco crawled up next to him and lay against him, making him like her even more.

He rubbed her back through the gauzy thing she wore. “Booked him, sweetheart. Sorry to say.”

She rose up on his chest, looking into his eyes with surprise. “Really,” she whispered.

“Yeah.” He nodded slightly. “But it wasn’t just because he’s your soon-to-be-ex. He finally said the one thing I couldn’t ignore, Coco, and that was that he was in town doing a major bookkeeping job.”

Coco frowned at him with her full bottom lip coming out. “Why would he disappear for a stupid bookkeeping job?”