Their Ex's Redrock Midnight (Texas Alpha)

by Anders, Shirl

  “Baby, where you at?”

  Rusty slid into his lap, facing him, with her hands cupping his neck and the scent of her perfume washing through him. She smelled really good.

  “I need to make Vega see this is ended,” he stated quietly.

  Rusty eased against him softer, and he clasped her behind. “Okay, Captain.”

  Cabe felt that deep. Rusty was giving him control, even out of the bedroom. “It means you and I get real, Rusty,” he warned her.

  She looked wary, but then she pressed her lips to his mouth for a sweet kiss before pulling back and saying, “I can do real with you, Cabe.”

  He squeezed her ass. “Thanks, sweetheart. It means everything.”

  Her smile warmed him. “Do you know what you are going to do?” she asked.

  He shook his head lightly. “Not exactly.”

  She inched closer, and he felt that on the constant erection he had around her. “I’ve got some ideas, being a woman and all, might give me insight.”

  He grasped her chin, making certain her gaze was deep into his. “She’s crazy, sweetheart. There is no logic to her shit.”

  “Okay, I get that and I won’t forget, but she’s still a girl and some stuff about that is universal, honey.”

  Once she called him “honey,” Cabe lost his train of thought and kissed her for it, deep, hot, and thoroughly ... until he knew he better stop or he’d have her back on the bed.

  Lifting his lips from her succulent mouth, he murmured, “Sweet fucking mouth.”

  She moaned with a pleased sound. Patting his chest, she said, “I lose all thought when you do that.”

  His smile was arrogant. “Not a problem,” he told her.

  She laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “So Vega’s a storm no matter what we do, and because we get shit either way, I say we make her know you are now taken by another woman.”

  Now Cabe knew he looked wary, but before he could comment his new cell—that had a new phone number that had not been given to Vega and not many people had the new digits yet—rang. He saw Finn’s name and he thumbed the call live.

  “Yeah, bro,” he answered.

  Good thing about Finn, he always got to the point. “Those three bad elements have blown town for now. Think your lady is safe.”

  “Good to hear,” Cabe said, seeing the relief in Rusty’s eyes because she was close enough to hear, wrapped over him like she was.

  “I’ll call if I get any hint they’re back, but I’d still keep in close contact. Fucking sorry I messed up like this,” Finn said.

  Rusty started to reply with a look that said she was going to say Finn shouldn’t be, but Cabe stopped her with a raised finger to wait, and he said into his cell, “You should be, bro.” Rusty frowned at him, and it made her look cute. “Finn, you’re so tangled you’re starting to make mistakes, and you need to untangle, buddy.”

  That made Rusty sigh and lean her head against his shoulder, while her fingers played with the ends of his hair on the other side of his shoulder from where her cheek relaxed. He smiled, soaking in how fucking nice it felt. Sweet woman, no drama, no fucking hysterics, no manipulations, and she let him spank her sassy, hot ass. Which had gotten him hard as a rock. That’d been a revelation.

  Finn replied, “I’m working on it, bro, but I been working too hard; gave up too much to let it slide without big results.” Then Finn added, “That’s all I can say about it, but heads up: your ball and chain Vega has discovered you’re staying at Rowdie’s, just not which room.”

  Cabe wasn’t surprised Finn didn’t mention the rest of it about Vega coming on to him. Finn might act like a badass from the wrong side, but he wasn’t that to those that knew him.

  “Thanks for the heads up, bro,” Cabe answered simply, then they said goodbye.

  Rusty started playing with the collar of his faded jeans shirt. “So no more Cabe patrol for me?”

  He squeezed her butt. “Not happening. You still got me at least until I’m certain they didn’t back off and leave someone else we don’t know to try to corner you about Finn.”

  “Oh.” She didn’t look upset in the least as she lifted her head and smiled at him. “So I need to make a stop before I start accepting my first morning runs.” Rusty look down at her blue nails with yellow tips. “I need a color change for the dress I’m wearing tonight.”

  Cabe was just about ready to discuss with her the fact that he wasn’t going to sit his ass around while she got her nails done, but then he remembered what that night was about. “Okay, baby,” he said lowly. “What color?”

  ***

  Cabe sat behind the wheel of Rusty’s taxi and he watched Rusty hip-swinging out of Yvonne’s Beauty World. Cabe knew Rusty’s strut was for him; unconsciously or consciously, it was for the man making her scream with pleasure in bed.

  He loved it.

  He couldn’t remember feeling so good about himself in bed or out, and that surprised him. All he’d felt for the last year or more was lousy. Lousy husband, lousy lover, and lousy moron for taking the abuse. But Rusty’s hips swinging in her jean shorts were magic. They wiped it all away. Her breasts weren’t too bad, either, in the tight pink tank top she had on that had stamped across her amazing chest, “You Wish You Could Shoot Like A Girl.”

  He knew that tee was for him, because of a conversation they’d had at the firing range, and he’d chuckled when he’d first seen it and the sound had put a sparkle in Rusty’s eyes.

  Her rich auburn hair was magnificent and swinging as she walked in black cowboy boots toward him. He saw her nails were pink with white tips, and she lifted one of them to her mouth to lick the tip as she closed in on him. He saw the line of diamond-looking studs on that long, pink-painted fingernail.

  Instantly he wanted her stripped so she was nude but for those white-tipped pink nails, with the diamond-studded one stroking up his cock. He growled under his breath because he knew that was exactly what she was going for: the sassy, hot tease.

  Something eased inside him again even as his flesh grew hot and his shaft hardened. This woman wanted him; it wasn’t a fucking game. She wanted him.

  He intended to live up to that.

  Rusty glanced at Cabe, still trying to figure out his edged silence since she’d gotten into the cab outside of Beauty World. She’d really expected him to jump her as she’d swung her hips toward him with an open invitation. But all she’d gotten was a heated glare and then silence.

  She looked down at her tricked-out nails. Maybe he was mad about having to wait for her, but it had been for a good cause; Yvonne’s was the best place in town to lay down gossip. Besides, her new nails would go with the dress she was planning on wearing that night to go to dinner with Tess. Whenever she and her best babe went out, they made it a priority to dress up hot. It was a thing they did. So Rusty knew she should, even though Tess hadn’t said she should.

  Suddenly darkness overshadowed her nails, making her look up to see what the heck was going on, and she blinked, seeing darkness. It confused her, until her eyes started to adjust to the light and she realized her taxi was under the laurel tree canopy on Old Camp Road, which was close to the pier.

  This was not where her first cab customer pickup was.

  “Cabe—” She was starting to exclaim Cabe’s name and that he was in the wrong place when he grasped her arm and tugged.

  She went flying toward him, expecting to hit his chest, with an exclaimed sound rushing from her mouth, while her heartbeat began hammering. But she went past his chest as he pushed open his door and pulled her, turning at the same moment.

  A second later, she was ass up over his thighs.

  “Cabe!”

  His hand spanking her ass sounded a second later, and her brain registered the sting a second after that. More surprise and instantaneous arousal crashed through her.

  “You cock teasing me, boo?” Cabe asked her on a growl with at least five hardy smacks to her ass.

  Well, yes she
had been but—but why was he spanking her for it?

  Rusty knew she shouldn’t like it because it hurt. But tell that to her pussy, which liked Cabe’s forcefulness and spanking with heavy, sharp aches. Then she and her pussy decided to get into it because she had been cock teasing him.

  She wailed and wriggled her butt against his spanking hand. “Please, Captain, don’t spank me,” she pleaded, looking up over her shoulder at him.

  Cabe hauled her upright before him until their noses touched. His gaze was fierce and burning. “Then, boo, you pull down those shorts and panties and you take care of this cock you got so hard.”

  Had he said that?

  He had said that.

  Oh my God, it was so hot.

  Rusty nearly panted.

  Five minutes later, Rusty moved over Cabe as he lay back on the seat. Her cowboy boots were bent up on either side of his hips, and her spanked red ass was bare.

  “Harder, boo,” Cabe growled, and he made her fuck him harder by using his hands on her waist as her bare breasts bounced in his face. He’d pulled her tank top and bra up under her armpits until he could get to her nipples, and she loved Cabe getting to her nipples. “You work that cock you got so hard, naughty girl,” he uttered up at her in the most delicious dirty talk she’d ever heard.

  She used the muscular bridge of his chest to do as he ordered, and she fucked him harder.

  “Captain,” she whimpered.

  Then his thumb was on her clit, pushing as she rode him frantically. They groaned in time with each other, while their gazes blazed and latched fiercely on to each other.

  “Come on my cock,” Cabe groaned with a growl, and she did, so surprised just his command took her over the top.

  She squealed as he kept fucking her, but she lost her rhythm, and he took it over, lifting his hips strongly, while each rapid thrust ignited more climaxing bursts inside her. She ended up collapsed over him as he rubbed the sore cheeks of her ass, slowly, while his hand stayed fisted in her hair. They were still attached after he’d come so hard inside her.

  She didn’t know herself.

  She didn’t know who this woman was that was such a needy slut in Cabe’s arms. Spanking? Oh God, it was such a turn-on. Bossing? Who knew it would get her so freaking hot. She was confused, but she didn’t want it to bother her, because more than worry about what it all meant was the fact that she wanted more.

  “Fucking hot,” Cabe’s voice rumbled under her cheek where she lay on his chest. One of his hands squeezed her sore buttock, while the other rubbed the back of her skull through her hair.

  She lifted her face up to him and whispered, “I’ve never been like this ... done this before.”

  His features drew instantly serious, and he moved her off him until he slipped out of her, then he lifted them upright. She still straddled him, and he cupped each side of her face. “Boo, I’ll stop the spanking and bossy play right now if you need me too,” he told her, making her well up inside.

  “No, I like it,” she admitted, then she added, “with you.”

  “I love it with you,” he uttered. Rusty felt huge feelings build inside her. “I’m not sure where it’s coming from, baby. I’ve never tried it before, it’s just—” He paused, looking over her face.

  “Maybe we both just need it,” she whispered.

  He nodded, caressing the sides of her head. “I know I’m so fucking tired of feeling I can’t control anything and that being dominant with you ...” He paused and brushed her mouth with his fingertips, murmuring, “Sweet, sweet you,” he said, and her eyes finally got tears in them. “That you give that to me, boo, it feels like I finally have some control over my woman.”

  Oh wow. She’d only been thinking about herself. She’d never thought about the fact that Cabe hadn’t really done these types of things before. But she really got the part about it making him feel in more control. It had to feel good having that control after Vega jerking him around.

  She kissed his fingers, then said, “I think Tess and Vincent do it.”

  His incredible mouth lifted in a half-smile. “You get that from your best girl, because us guys we are not sharing that kind of info.”

  Rusty cuddled up to him with her nose nearly touching his and his hands lowered, and then cupped her behind again. “No detail, just a little implication.”

  “That make you feel better about it? Wipe that confused part away?”

  She felt a little surprise shake her. “I guess it does. Maybe that’s why I have no intention of stopping.” She knew her smile grew wicked.

  “Boo, you and I, we are deep. And we are deep because it’s you and me.”

  ELEVEN ] THAT DRESS IS HOT

  Later that day they stopped for lunch after their tryst and a hectic morning catching up on her work flow. They’d parked at one of the burger place’s drive-in parking spaces, where they brought trays to hook on the side of your car window.

  Cabe leaned toward her and said in a low, rumbled voice, “Going to try cuffs or a blindfold next, baby. You still feeling that sting on your bottom?”

  Rusty made a face at him, but she was thrilled—and he knew it.

  She felt so much better about him and what they were doing after their talk. “I can still feel you spanking me,” she whispered to him. “And feel you inside me.”

  He grabbed her and kissed her right in the burger place’s drive-in. Everyone had to see. It was going to help the plan she’d already started at the nail salon. By dinnertime the entire town would know she and Cabe were together. That meant Vega would know.

  After lunch, Cabe insisted they work her taxi until late afternoon, because she’d been missing so much business. Then she’d insisted she help him with his paperwork for at least two hours before she had to go get her dress at her house, then go to Rowdie’s to change.

  Cabe had insisted he go with her to her house, and while she was getting her dress and heels, he’d prowled the house, checking all the doors and windows. Everything looked fine to her, even if he asked her twice if it looked okay.

  Then he’d dropped her off at Rowdie’s after a long, long and very deep kiss, telling her to have a good time. She really liked how he seemed to naturally give her space.

  “You be naked in this bed when I get back tonight,” she’d ordered him.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he’d answered, then he’d driven off to do more errands, he’d said.

  Rusty used the key Cabe had gotten her to let herself into their motel room. She had to hurry to make the meeting with Tess at the restaurant by seven. So she decided not to wash her hair, but just her body, and she ran into the bathroom.

  After her shower she stayed in the bathroom, reapplying her makeup before she opened the bathroom door, while starting to unwind her towel. The room was dark, and it stopped her because she’d left the lights on.

  “What the heck,” she muttered.

  Then, right over the top of her muttering, she heard a feminine voice saying, “Cabe, baby.” Next Rusty heard the screeched “What are you doing in my husband’s room!”

  Rusty nearly fell onto her ass with her wild-eyed gaze landing on Vega Santos lying naked in Cabe’s motel room bed. Ohmygod, Vega shaved down there ... all of it. Rusty so did not want to have seen that as Vega rolled up onto her knees, not covering her nakedness, and she glared killer eyes at Rusty.

  Rusty thought for one second about lying. Like exclaiming that Vega was in the wrong room, but then Rusty got pissed and she stomped to the bed.

  “How dare you break in here, Vega. Are you that fucking desperate?”

  Vega had looked as if she was going to snarl and attack, but the second Rusty attacked first she looked surprised. “He asked me to meet him here. He wants me, not you!”

  Oh, Rusty so knew her plan to spill about her new man Cabe at the nail salon had reaped rewards in the fact gossip flew out any nail salon or beauty shop in town and got around like wildfire. Right into little Miss Vega’s ear, apparently.

&nbs
p; “You should cover yourself,” Rusty said, ignoring Vega’s obvious lies. She stomped around the bed and found Vega’s discarded clothes and began tossing them at her.

  “Don’t tell me what to do, you slut!” Vega cried, wadding the clothes up and tossing them back before she started the worst bout of fake crying Rusty had ever heard.

  Rusty shook her head. “That’s so fake, Vega. Didn’t your momma teach you how to fake cry better than that?”

  Vega screeched, but kept trying to sob. “I’m married to him. You can’t have him.”

  “So why do you keep going to bed with other guys, then?” Rusty asked in a suddenly soft voice.

  Vega whined. She’d heard her. “I don’t know!” she wailed. “I can’t stop. But I still love Cabe! I do! I swear I do!”

  Rusty made a disgusted sound and grabbed her dress and stalked into the bathroom to put it on. “Well, he can’t stop either, Vega. I’m sure he loves you and all, blah, blah. But he just needs this fling with me. I’m sure you of all people can understand that.”

  “He can’t!” she wailed from the bed.

  “Oh you can but he can’t. Yeah, right!” Rusty yelled back as she fitted her killer dress down her hips.

  It was a sweet strapless deep pink dress that flared around her hips. The bodice was a bit snug and really did a number on her breasts. Cabe was going to like the dress later on that night when he came to pick her up, because she intended to drink one too many. Especially after Tess heard what had just happened.

  “It’s like an addiction. I need help. Cabe’s help,” Vega whined while Rusty was putting dangling gold earrings on. Rusty huffed and looked in the mirror over her shoulder. At least it looked like Vega was half dressed as she tried looking helpless with tears running down her cheeks.

  “It must be the thrill you are jonesing for,” Rusty stated kind of conversationally while she continued to get ready. “An adrenalin rush for you every time.”

  “I never thought of it like that,” Vega sobbed.

  Geez, the pathetic little-broken-angel crap was getting to Rusty, and she wondered how Cabe put up with it.