Finn looked surprised. “You got my kind of problems, I see.” Cabe had heard that Finn’s wife was playing heavy games no one from the outside could figure out.
“If that’s cheating, I’ve got a load,” Cabe muttered, rubbing the ache in his chest.
“Grab a beer, bro. We’ll commiserate. I’m currently drinking to the one that got away.”
“Who’s that?” Cabe asked, grabbing a beer and sitting.
“She’s too sweet to name,” Finn said with a sad look. “But she’s better off.”
After a slug of beer, Cabe said, “I touched a sweet one, but flames burnt my fingers too quick.”
Finn leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees, cutting Cabe a look. “Besides our poetry here, what are we saying?” he asked. “Right out, my old lady is frigid and trying to prove to me she isn’t by dicking other men here at my motel.”
Cabe leaned forward. “Damn.”
“Yeah,” Finn sighed. “And to top that off I’m caught in something right at the moment that will not allow me the time to divorce her ass. Into all that comes the sweetest thing. But she, rightly so, had feelings for another man that I respect. So it’s hard to feel pissed at him.”
After the honesty Finn gave him, Cabe told him about Vega, and then about Rusty.
“That violet-eyed taxi driver is a beauty,” Finn agreed. “But man, if she’s sweet like you say she is, you should have talked to her.”
Cabe, on his second beer, rubbed the back of his neck. “Felt just like Vega, and I’m not doing that shit anymore.”
“And Rusty got you to that point, Cabe. You’d still be hanging off Vega’s fingertips if Rusty hadn’t woken you up.”
Cabe nearly choked on his pull of beer. As he coughed, he looked at Finn nodding to him. Hell, Finn was right. Rusty had freed him. Cabe set the beer bottle on the wobbly coffee table and reached to pull out his cell phone.
Finn stood. “I’m going to bed, bro. I’ll put a key on the counter, if you still need it after talking to your lady. Lock the office door on the way out.”
“Finn,” Cabe called to Finn’s retreating back. “Some of that advice is good for you too. Find a way to divorce her. It’s not worth it.”
Finn raised a hand that indicated he’d heard before he disappeared behind the front counter and Cabe sat back to call Rusty.
“Hey,” he said at the sound of her voice.
“Cabe?” her soft voice questioned.
“Okay, I walked out again, but just tell me.”
“Captain, I know it’s hard to trust after what you’ve been through and I don’t know how to help you do that with me,” she said, in the most understanding and compassionate voice he’d ever heard even though it was on the phone. He felt her deep. And the fact she called him “Captain” like he was in control of them.
“Boo, I trust you,” he said, and he meant it. “I don’t trust her, but I do trust you. I need to not confuse them.”
He heard her soft sigh. “It was extreme circumstances and if you come home so my panties have a lap to cuddle on, I’ll explain it all to you.”
SIX ] FUCKING GRABS ME DEEP
Cabe pulled up to Rusty’s house, reliving the moment she called it home, like it could be their home ... together. Maybe he was too messed up to be doing this with her. Maybe he was fucked because he’d not been able to let go of his marriage vows even when he knew his wife had cheated on him, or maybe it was way too soon to be involved with anyone. But none of the sound advice he’d give any sane person in his same circumstances kept him from Rusty’s door. And when he stepped inside, he quickly braced, because Rusty squealed in excitement and ran to him.
He caught her in mid-jump and her legs went around his waist. They should have talked it out. They should have figured it out, but her mouth was hot and deep on his, giving him that kiss she’d said she wasn’t giving him, and it came to him that was all that fucking mattered. He grabbed her ass and carried her to the bedroom.
“Aw fuck, boo,” Cabe growled, as his back arched. “Deeper,” he groaned. And fuck him, Rusty between his outstretched thighs went deeper, with her mouth down over his cock as his fingers curled in her thick hair. Her mouth came back up the shaft with a blaze of fire in her violet eyes.
Not able to stand it a second longer, he grabbed her under her armpits, pulled and tossed her onto her back on the bed as he rolled on top of her.
“Legs up,” he ordered, and she lifted them, spreading them wide as he hooked her neck and thrust deep.
Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted on a gasp he could see through the “oh-so-fucking-good” squint his eyes were in. He grabbed her mouth with his, tasted his musk on her and he pistoned inside her. Two seconds later she screamed in his mouth and he felt it to the root of his cock, sending him thrusting faster.
Rusty fisted her hands in Cabe’s dirty blond strands as their bodies bounced in a wild rhythm and Cabe told her how much he liked her pussy. “Sweetest fucking pussy,” he growled. “Hottest wettest pussy. Fucking grabs me deep.”
She squealed repeated short bursts, then Cabe took her gaze and held it like a prisoner as he groaned through ejaculating hard. One second later a climax topped over her and she grabbed him, crying out into his neck through the shudders of it.
She didn’t know how she ended up across his chest some time later. His hot skin was slick with sweat against her cheek as her inner thighs kept emitting little tremors. Each quake with a tiny, lingering tweak of pleasure. She was in pleasure overload. Oh my God, sex with Cabe was freaking amazing.
His hand was in her hair and stroking through to her nape as his heartbeat thudded against her ear on his chest. He’d pulled the sheet partially up over them.
“My panties thank you—all of womankind’s panties thank you,” she muttered.
She heard a chuckle in his chest. “All womankind, huh?”
She nodded. “All.” Then she added, “For the incredibleness you’ve given to a sister woman, they’d all thank you.”
Another chuckle as her hand slicked over the ridges of his tight abdomen, but then she was suddenly transported and on top of him. Her mouth nearly on his as she braced her hands on either side of his head.
“All mankind thanks you for your delicious mouth, then,” he said with a wicked gleam of remembrance in his eyes that brought her fully back into having him deep in her mouth.
“All mankind, huh?”
His hands cupped her ass, squeezing. “This man,” he said slowly, and very nerve-tingling deep.
He pulled until her legs straddled his hips and her center was sliding over his semi-hard cock. Then he stroked up her back while she tried to un-squeeze her eyes from the pleasure squeeze they were in.
“Cabe,” she whispered, breathing in every inch of him.
She felt his muscular chest slicking up her breasts and hard nipples as he raised his mouth to her ear. “Tell me, boo,” he whispered back.
Then she told him all about Tag in whispers back and why she’d been out on a date with him. She was honest—she’d never been able to help that.
“My own fucking fault,” Cabe muttered when she’d finished telling him Tag was into her, but she’d made it clear she was not going there. “A man can’t claim sweet, then other men are going to see that hot sweetness and try to get it.”
Rusty kissed the side of Cabe’s mouth for thinking she was that, because she’d never thought of herself like that before. Then she kissed him for trusting her. But she didn’t tell him that, because that might fill her up so full inside she might burst or have to acknowledge they were really getting together.
His hand fisted in her hair. “I’m moving into Rowdie’s.” He looked over her features, judging them. “This’ll be rough. She clings. No fucking reason why, but she does. Me prying her loose and getting her to stay there isn’t going to be pretty, boo.”
Rusty squeezed her eyes, and this time it wasn’t pleasure as she slid over the length of his hardening coc
k. “You can do it,” she whispered. “You come to me, Captain. Anytime you need. I’m yours.”
“Fuck,” he growled, then she found out how much he liked that and what he was going to do with it, because he got fully hard and ordered deeply, “Get up on your hands and knees.”
Rusty woke up feeling deliciously sore in ways she’d never felt before from being fucked six different ways with four orgasms and a dozen mini ones. She’d never known about the mini ones before. Just as she’d never known about the multiple position changes during one hot fucking.
“Wow,” she breathed into the hair in her face. Then she stretched her sore body that felt so good. Her outstretched hand hit something that crinkled. Cabe had left her before dawn after a shower and then leaning over the bed to give her tongue for over five minutes, so she knew he was gone.
With her other hand, she flipped back the mass of hair in her face and she nabbed the paper, bringing it to her squinting gaze. It looked like—
“Instructions,” she muttered. Then she studied the nice, masculine block handwriting, deciding she really liked it, before she got up on her elbow and looked closer.
“It’s instructions for my taxi’s security,” she whispered.
She felt the tugging of her heart for Cabe doing something that sweet, because it had to take him some time to write it all out. Any other guy would have woken her ass up and hauled her out to the taxi to explain before they had to go.
“Aw,” she whispered again reading the last bit. “Want you safe, baby. Call if you need any more explanation.” Then she looked closely at where he’d written, “Captain.” It was masculine and the meaning was very hot.
Who knew she’d like a man controlling her so thoroughly during sex?
“Just wow,” she breathed.
But it was a fact that she’d never had a man as attractive and hot as Cabe before. The guys she’d dated and one she’d lived with that eventually cheated on her had been okay-looking in just regular and nice ways, but not like Cabe’s every-female-would-turn-to-look way. It was scary being with a guy she thought was that attractive, and she knew his hotness took over her brain at times.
The fact he was bossy in bed made it easier for her to be with him. It made her know he dug it, because he was the boss but kept coming back for more. She wanted to give him that as much as she wanted it from him. Maybe the wild willingness he’d dug out of her was just waiting for the right man.
She hadn’t had a clue when she’d chanced that first kiss that this is what would happen. Of course she’d thought she was probably going to get sex in the back of her taxi, which was the wildest thing she’d ever done sexually.
Rusty knew she thought it would be some groping; maybe she’d get lucky enough to get some finger climax before he’d relived his marriage gone horribly wrong on her. But then he’d wanted to put his amazing mouth between her legs and she’d freaked. Never ever good at that, but seconds later her objections had blanked out in delicious ecstasy and Cabe had proven she was in fact good at that and maybe it was just her earlier partners who’d been bad at that. After that she’d had no choice but to pursue more.
So the fact was she didn’t know an enormous amount about Cabe, beside the point he was conquering her in bed and she liked it, but that day she started learning more, and none of it came directly from Cabe.
After she started work later that morning she got her first Cabe call that wasn’t Cabe calling, but it was about him. It was Tess. Rusty had to mutter through the first part of Tess’ call because she had a fare in back and it was not professional to be just gabbing on her cell while driving a customer.
“I know you’re working, but just listen,” Tess said.
Rusty muttered back, and Tess took that as the okay to spill.
“Rusty, Cabe’s moved out. I know this because Cabe got Vincent to help him move his things here to our big storage. But Cabe’s not staying here. I didn’t get that part, I just know Vincent would have asked me if Cabe was staying.”
Rusty felt conflicting emotions over all that, and the ability to not voice them was not helping as hope and fear kind of blossomed in her chest. He’d left her. God, he’d actually left his wife.
“Vincent told me not to take any calls from Vega or any in-persons either,” Tess shared, to Rusty’s mute breathing. “Not that I would anyway. You know me and her do not get along.”
That was the truth, Rusty thought gratefully, putting her mind into another place from freaking out. It had nothing to do with her and Cabe either, it was just Vega dissed Tess a few times. Once at a WTSF get-together when Vega had tried to flirt with Vincent right there where Tess could see, then once in Cha-Cha’s Vega was in there and she’d told Tess, “All the plus sizes are all on sale, hon.”
She and Tess had both seen red over that one.
“I gotta go, but I knew you’d wanna know, babe,” Tess said, then the line went silent. Tess knew Rusty shouldn’t talk with a customer in her cab. But Rusty felt pretty guilty not informing Tess of her renewed and further interest in Cabe for real.
But she just couldn’t.
Because if she did, then she’d have to share everything. Then they’d have to analyze everything. Thereby making it real and making Rusty have to think about what she was doing and how stupid it might be falling in lust with a man that was still so tangled.
“Thanks. The rest is your tip.”
Rusty nodded as her fare stepped out and another got in behind him. This one was a local, a woman, and a gossip. So that was when Rusty heard more about Cabe, without it being from him, because Yvonne of Beauty World Cuts and Nails told her the hottest new gossip as Rusty drove her to her salon because her car was in the shop.
“Vega Santos was doing a car salesman from one town over. Heard he was hot, but still. Vega got beat up, and now she wants back home with her husband. I heard Cabe Santos is not having it. Finally. How such a hot hunk of man can let his wife go all nympho and he still keeps her, I’ll never know,” Yvonne said.
Looking in the rearview with her heart leaped up into her throat, Rusty could see Yvonne studying her pink jewel-studded nails. Ready to spill more as her chartreuse lipstick-coated lips pursed. Rusty cringed, half hating what would come and half breathless to hear more.
“Tammy saw that Cabe in Richard and Son Law Office.” Yvonne nodded in the rearview with her slightly pudgy lower chin spreading out in an unkind way. “You know what that means,” she declared. Then she mouthed the word “divorce.”
Rusty sucked in a breath, feeling very weird, as if she might faint or leap into cheers at the same time. The end of a marriage was tragic ... the end of Cabe’s marriage was—what she wanted.
Thank God, Yvonne was getting out of her taxi. “See you, hon! You come in for your nails here and I’ll give you a discount,” Yvonne said, waving as she walked to the front door of her salon.
Rusty left quickly after that, trying to get her mind back on work and away from thinking any more about Cabe and about whether he was going to come back and give her some more bossy sex. But twenty minutes later found her thinking about if she should invest in some new sexy lingerie while she was trawling Redrock for another fare when another strange person jumped into her cab. It ended up being more about Cabe in the end too. But first a mysterious adventure ensued.
“Rusty Jean, I need you to hit the pedal like now, babe,” Finn O’Neil ordered. And it was not a request but a heavy-handed demand that had her startled, but doing as he commanded. She saw a big man with a comb-back head of black hair that had to be in a ponytail, which was typical Indian style. But what was weird about him was that he was an Indian wearing a sports coat over jeans and a button-up, plus he was big and she’d never seen him before. His broad face turned to look at her cab—
“Don’t look at him, babe. Just go,” Finn ordered.
Rusty did what Finn told her with her mind whirling on why Finn was evading a big and mean-looking Indian dude. Couldn’t be good, she decided, c
hecking her security panel, which she’d not really spent any time getting to know better yet.
Finn’s really hot electric-green eyes looked at her in her rearview as he leaned forward and clasped her shoulder over the seat and through the new partition window Cabe had installed, while the masculine smell of Irish spring wafted her way.
“I’m thinking cab drivers are like a doctor or lawyer, honey. They ‘no comprende’ anything asked about their customers.”
Rusty nodded enthusiastically to this, as it was her new rules after opening her mouth to Cabe that first time he’d entered her cab. But still—“O’Neil, that very scary-looking Indian dude is not going to come around and ask me anything, is he?”
“Shit,” Finn cussed with his hand leaving her shoulder as he sat back. Looking in her rearview mirror, Rusty got pretty worried at the look on Finn’s handsome but rugged features. She could be in trouble. “Take me, back,” he ordered suddenly and sharply.
It startled her into gripping the wheel in a death grip. Why, what, and how leaped through her thoughts as she swerved and swung the taxi to park by the back fence of Kingston Ranch behind Redrock. She turned in her seat, glaring at Finn. “Are you crazy?” she demanded.
“Babe,” he said firmly. “Go. Back.” He did this leaning forward, with his exceptional green eyes intense and doing weird things inside her.
She bowled right over his badassness. Tess would be proud of her student. “Why?” she demanded back at him. Then she held up her hand when he opened his mouth. “If it’s anything about you sacrificing yourself to keep me safe by going back into the clutches of that scary dude, then, no ... ain’t happening.”
“Clutches?” Finn growled at her gruffly. Then he sat back with sharp motions, digging in the front pocket of his jeans to pull out his cell, she saw, while he was grumbling, “He better have a handle on his woman.”
That was how she found out more about Cabe, like he’d told Finn about them ... of all people to tell.
That was also how she got her ass throw into protective custody.
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