Their Ex's Redrock Midnight (Texas Alpha)

by Anders, Shirl

  “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.”

  THIRTEEN ] MINI ORGASMS, HAVE YOU HAD THEM?

  Rusty 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.

  Then his violet-eyed baby added her tongue.

  And he had to really man up and not start wailing like a hot-blooded woman having an orgasm. It cost him down his throat, but luckily came out like a male grunt of pleasure. His head slammed back as Rusty took him deep.

  As soon as he could breathe, he hauled Rusty upright, catching her in a half-carry out of the shower.

  “Captain!” she squealed, and then he tossed her wet body down into the bed on her tummy. He dove in after her, pushing her thighs up, until he had his tongue in her pussy from behind. His woman deserved to be paid for her incredible mouth.

  “C. C. Captain!” Rusty hollered.

  Thirty minutes later, and after Rusty giving him two squirting orgasms on his tongue, Cabe sat sprawled in a kitchen chair, watching Rusty cook them some breakfast. She was nude and he was just barely in his jeans. She was blushing because he’d bossed her into cooking his breakfast in the buff. Incredibly his dick was starting to come out of his jeans at the sight of her. Her creamy, round buttocks wiggled with each stir of the scrambled eggs she was making, while her hard, rosy nipples poked outward.

  Her violet eyes glanced toward the head of his cock inching out of his jeans, and she smiled like a sex kitten. When she brought him his eggs, her hips swayed like she wanted on his cock, and her pink slit was wet and glistening.

  “Climb on,” he ordered in a low, growled voice, cutting a gaze down to his hard cock, then back up to her.

  She looked at the two plates she held, her eyes dark and horny, then she set the plates down with a full-body wiggle that made him groan.

  “Captain, you’re very wicked,” she exclaimed, swishing her
long hair over her bare shoulders and down her back.

  A couple hours later, Rusty stood with Cabe beside her taxi she’d left at the restaurant the night before. Cabe sifted his fingers into her hair, turning and rolling the strands until she felt the tightness of his hold, then he tugged, bringing her up on her toes and her lips to his mouth.

  “That was fucking hot,” he growled right before he kissed her like he’d like to do their naughty, explicit morning of kinky sex all over again.

  Yes, please.

  She moaned around his tongue, clutching his tee shirt as he used his hand in her hair to turn her mouth so he could tongue her deeper. She might have been still quivering from sitting on Cabe’s thick, hard cock earlier at her kitchen table, where he’d fed her and she’d fed him, in between times they’d slowly fucked.

  It was so freaking hot.

  After they’d finished eating and had necked forever until they were getting frenzied, he’d locked her wrist behind her back with his grip and he’d started to piston his hips upward to fuck her. Her clit had been exposed as she was straddling his hips, facing him, and he’d used his thumb from his other hand to press her clit. She’d screamed, her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing to his thrusts. Then she’d squirted her passion like she’d been doing with him since nearly the beginning.

  It was mind-blowing.

  She was heavenly sore.

  “You see those guys you leave the area immediately and call me,” Cabe said, moving inches from her mouth to look deep into her eyes. “Yeah?” He moved her head with her hair.

  “Yes, Captain. I won’t take any chances.”

  “Good. You sore?” He cupped her jean shorts and her mound underneath. She wiggled. “Yes, baby, but it’s a good sore.”

  His hand lifted—they were in public, otherwise she knew he’d have kept his hand there. “I’ll lick the hurt out of my sweet pussy tonight,” he uttered against her lips.

  She moaned through him kissing her again.

  It wasn’t until Rusty was pulling up to her first cab customer twenty minutes later that she came out of her Taken By Cabe Daze long enough to realize she hadn’t told Cabe about Vega’s visit. She pondered it through her first three cab pickups and drop-offs until she decided she’d take her lunch break at Rowdie’s and make certain those sheets got changed. Maybe she didn’t ever have to mention it to Cabe.

  The way he blew Vega off the night before should be enough to sink into Vega’s skull that she and Cabe were over ... forever.

  FOURTEEN ] TRUST ME WITH IT

  After the night and morning Cabe had spent with Rusty, he knew it was fucking time to be rid of Vega and get her permanently off his back. Rusty and he had talked within the embracing cocoon of their naked bodies and in between off-the-charts lovemaking. He’d figured out (with Rusty’s help) and then admitted his kamikaze grip on his failing marriage might have been due to being an abandoned foster child.

  That shit messed with you, even when you pretended it didn’t.

  Rusty kind of got it, coming from the mess with her mom and disappearing act of her dad like his did.

  That made him feel insights into himself he hadn’t gotten before. Maybe he wasn’t such a dumbass for hanging on so long. Rusty had said that she actually admired his commitment to his vows. She even liked his tenaciousness, because it was making their connection more solid and intense.

  He liked being tenacious on her soft and cute ass. He really liked how turned on she got when he did it. He’d never had a woman come apart in his arms like Rusty did for him. Of course, he’d never had a woman he’d ordered to sit on his cock for breakfast while he fucked her.

  He was doing that again.

  Cabe nearly whistled at his thoughts while getting out of his truck at WTSF. Instead, he pulled his cell and touched the one number he had on speed dial.

  “I can still feel your sweet pussy coming on my cock,” he said in a low voice to the feminine answer.

  “Gushed like a crazy woman, you mean,” Rusty whispered back at him.

  “You ever do that before?” he asked, walking slowly up the sidewalk.

  “No, Captain, never.”

  “I’m going to see how many times I can get you to do it. Lower you down on my cock and work that needy, hot clit of yours over and over.”

  Her returning moan was full of “yes pleases.” “Captain, you are making it hard for me to do my job today.”

  “Good,” he said, with a wicked grin. “I wanna lick your pussy for lunch. You make it happen, boo.”

  “Rowdie’s at one, sexy,” she answered back obediently, but with sauciness.

  His grin was a special feeling he had now. “Your pussy for my lunch, but I’ll cook you dinner, boo.”

  “A man who cooks!” Rusty exclaimed in his ear, halting the rest of his thought. “Do you really cook, Cabe?”

  Cabe chuckled. “Yeah, babe.”

  “Oh my God, that’s so hot,” she exclaimed again.

  Cabe stopped near the front step up to the WTSF offices. “I take it you haven’t had many men cook for you, sweetheart?”

  “Well, no,” she muttered. “See, the thing is, Cabe, I don’t cook real well. Never really learned, then I’m working a lot. I do eggs like this morning and sandwiches but I’m not so good with dinner, honey.”

  “I got you covered,” he said with a smile. “If you want to learn to cook I will teach you, if not I will do it.”

  “Wow,” Rusty whispered.

  “You’re making it sound better than sex, boo.” Cabe laughed.

  He heard Rusty sputter, then blurt, “Nothing is better than that! But this is in the top five.”

  “Okay, dinner at your place tonight and you can reveal the other four, sweet cheeks.”

  Cabe heard a sound behind him as he was saying goodbye to Rusty.

  Then Cabe heard a deep voice mutter, “Sweet cheeks, huh? Well, it seems the sweetest babe in the world got taken.”

  Cabe looked over at Tag as he came to stand beside him. “If I’d have seen that sweetness, I’d have taken my shot,” Cabe told Tag, being honest.

  Tag nodded. “And you did, brother. And I’ll add that you got her. Just remember I’m watching. You keep her happy or I’ll think I have another shot.”

  Cabe clapped Tag on the shoulder. “Won’t happen.” Then Cabe changed the subject. “But I need a favor,” he said, turning serious.

  Tag received the vibe and got serious with him. “Name it,” he said.

  “Need you to follow Vega,” Cabe said.

  Tag raised an eyebrow. “Heard you were through with her, brother. Our talk just now led me to believe—”

  Cabe cut him off. “I’m trying to shake her off. I need you to follow her until she hooks up, and the minute she does I need a call and directions to her location.”

  Tag whistled lowly, then he clamped Cabe’s shoulder back. “I didn’t know you had this in you, man. I’m thinking we are closer compadres than I thought.”

  Cabe knew his gaze was struck with determination. “I didn’t know it either, but I have it in me now.”

  They stood outside discussing the logistics, and Cabe gave Tag his new cell number. Then they broke away, with Tag going to run the third series safety class that dealt with avoidance of danger. When Vincent had started WTSF and asked Cabe to join him, they had decided one of their mission statements was avoid, deflect, and escape before fighting.

  A clever young woman could escape a fight easier than win one. They did teach self-defense smackdown, but only after the core classes of learning how to avoid that fight or confrontation or how to escape the asshole trying to come after you.

  When Cabe came through the door, he saw and heard Carly standing while talking on her cell. “Okay, honey, I’ll see you at dinner,” Carly said into her cell.

  Cabe watched her eyes lift to see him and he saw her stiffen. He wondered why it seemed as if she were caught doing something to be guilty for. Then as soon as she closed her cal
l, he found out, when she blurted, “Okay, so I took Rick back.”

  Rick was Carly’s husband of less than a year, and Cabe knew he’d run off on her, and he knew why she was acting so defensively. She’d preached against Cabe taking Vega back. Even though Carly’s defensive stance was telling him to back off, he moved closer.

  “I wish you and your husband well, babe,” he murmured, then he passed her.

  Cabe heard Carly’s soft voice. “Thanks.” That was Carly—she couldn’t stay hard if she tried. Cabe just hoped she wasn’t making the same mistake he’d been making with Vega.

  He went to get two coffees and let things settle before he returned to Carly sitting at the front desk. He set a coffee down for her with two sugars in it as he said, “Brought you a cup, and I wanted to talk to you about taking some time off. One week, maybe two, but I’ll come by and deal with anything major if I need to.”

  Carly wouldn’t look at him as she muttered, “Sure thing. Really about time; you work here too much.”

  Cabe knew why Carly wasn’t looking at him, because she knew his time off likely had to do with Rusty. He straightened. “Sorry about Vega making your office her personal find-Cabe station. I hope to cut that off.”

  Now Carly looked at him with a small smile. “I never tire of telling Vega I freaking don’t know where you are or what you are doing or when or if you will be back.”

  Cabe held back his chuckle; he knew Carly didn’t like Vega and had wanted him to get rid of her long ago, like he should have. He nodded. “Thanks then, babe.”

  ***

  Rusty worked late into the early evening, but the minute she stepped through her front door she smelled heavenly aromas. And her tummy promptly growled. She’d pretty much missed lunch but for an apple before she met Cabe at Rowdie’s and a granola bar after she’d oozed out of Rowdie’s. Oozed because of what Cabe did to her, but she had managed to get the sheets changed before they got busy doing what Cabe called “torturing clit.” Then he’d had to hold his hand over her mouth when he’d finally let her come.