That’s where she was staring, unbelieving, at a piece of paper while she stood by her totaled taxi when Cabe showed up. The paper was from Finn’s insurance, and it said she would be reimbursed for the taxi’s repairs. She was stunned, so she didn’t see him until she lifted her gaze.
“Cabe,” she whispered. Then, as if they hadn’t been apart, having a relationship crisis, she said in an amazed voice, “This says Finn’s insurance is paying to fix my taxi.” She waved the paper at Cabe while he walked with his loose-limbed gait toward her. The morning sun did amazing things in his dark blond hair, like make it look cool and fit the dark scruff on his chin, like the ultimate bad boy. Sexy-as-hell bad boy.
“Boo, that is great,” he said, stopping before her to give her his deep mahogany irises.
She hitched her hip, looking up at him. “This is not giving me time.” She motioned between them with the paper.
“Gave you all night, and that was a fucking mistake. Then all morning, more of a fucking mistake. It’s all you’re getting,” he answered gruffly.
She raised an eyebrow to him. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, really,” he growled, and the tone and rumble of his voice touched girly places inside her that swelled toward him, and that sexy-as-hell male growling. “We’re together, we figure it out together. If we are not together I will leave right now.”
“Really,” she challenged again.
“Really,” he replied, then he added, “I lied about the leaving part, I’m not fucking doing that either, even if I have to haul you off over my shoulder.”
Quivers ran up and down Rusty’s body. An evil thought danced in her mind: maybe she should try and make him do that. She licked her lips, and Cabe watched every nuance of the motion. He seemed different somehow, more forceful and intense.
“’Kay,” she finally answered, then she folded up her paper, looking up at him innocently.
“Okay?” he asked, still in that sinfully deep voice. “You just gave me permission, boo butt, remember that.”
Cabe stalked forward and suddenly grabbed her, making her squeal as he hauled her up over his shoulder. Rusty slapped his back. “Not okay for that, Captain! I was saying okay about the part where we will figure it out together,” she exclaimed.
“You can tell me all about it once I get my cock in you,” Cabe said, then he proceed to haul her off.
Rusty was certain a good portion of her butt cheeks were on display for all of downtown to see. Well, at least the east side of town, because Joe’s was half a block from any other business because of his big lot. Then there was Tess’ old flower shop still up for sale and empty since she’d moved to her new space at Redrock Casino, which Cabe stalked past.
“Where are you going?” Rusty asked on an exclamation, and with a slap on Cabe’s back for emphasis.
She was pretty amazed he could haul her off like he was; she was not underweight. Cabe started up the sidewalk past Tess’ old shop and into the beginning of the downtown shops on that end of town. Rusty could feel the start of a hot blush as they passed the Sugar Shack and a couple of locals looked up at her through the window from where they sat inside.
“It’s enough, Cabe,” she exclaimed, and he stopped, which made her feel a shot of relief. But he didn’t let her down, he only swung around, and she saw an old sign tilted from age and being broken on one side.
“Isn’t this Gramps’ old toy train shop?” Rusty muttered, as they lowered because Cabe was doing some jangling by the door. Then she heard the squeak of it opening.
She bit her bottom lip, thoroughly confused about what Cabe was freaking up to. Once inside and with the door shut, Cabe finally lifted her off his shoulder. She was dizzy from the practically upside-down ride, but not so lightheaded she wasn’t super impressed that Cabe could put her down as slowly as he did. She thought the only thing that could rival it might be seeing him do it without a shirt on.
First thing Rusty did when her feet hit the floor was sneeze. Place was dusty. She peered around, seeing an old shop basically left with half its contents scattered around. She could still see all the really cool architectural embellishments left from an age gone by. She’d never really realized the shop was still there, and her eyes lifted to Cabe’s with confusion and questions. Why did Cabe obviously have a key to the place and, more important, why did he bring her there instead a place where they could jump into makeup sex?
“You don’t know this, but Gramps was my foster mom’s dad, because even though we lived in Winnow County, he lived here. She left this place to me,” Cabe muttered, looking off over Rusty’s head like he was looking into the distance, remembering.
“I use to come in here, Gramps was cool,” Rusty said softly, turning to look and see that Cabe was looking at the old pictures behind the main counter.
“You had reddish-brown pigtails down to your butt, and your aunt had shining red hair you couldn’t miss, but if I thought about it I know I thought she was your mom, not your aunt,” Cabe murmured still not looking at her. “I think Gramps and her were friends. Harper, I remember her last name.”
He remembered her? Shivers inched over Rusty ... they’d lived in medium-sized towns like lots of people do, which were not that far apart in miles, with their paths never seeming to cross much growing up—but looking back, maybe they did.
“I didn’t think we really knew each other,” Rusty murmured right back.
Cabe’s gaze turned as he looked around the old shop. “Don’t take this wrong, boo, but back then your aunt was hot and I was a little older than you.”
Rusty slapped his side. “You remember me because my aunt was hot?”
He smiled with his dark eyes turning down to her, and they looked not one bit repentant. “I was a growing, healthy boy. What can I say? But I remember you the year you graduated, that summer I was on leave from the navy and I asked some buddies who you were when I saw you out at the lake with your friends. You never saw me, too many kids out there, but I do remember you.” Then he added, “Now.”
“Cabe,” she whispered, and lifted her hand; Cabe caught it and intertwined their fingers.
“I know it doesn’t mean much, Rusty, but I swear I’ll never not pick up a call from you again and I swear I’ll never not come home without a call.”
Rusty sucked in a breath, holding it and feeling amazed to hear the words she so longed to hear. Just like that—very clear and upfront. She could see the sincerity in Cabe’s eyes.
“I messed up, boo. I swear I know I messed up.”
She probably should have made him grovel more, but she just couldn’t, and one second later she was jumping up into his arms. And he caught her, of course. “I can’t believe you figured out why I was freaking out without my help,” she said, making him laugh just as she was trying to kiss him.
They laughed through the first part of the kiss, then got makeup serious. So intense she forgot where they were until Cabe broke their heavy lip-lock. She kept licking at his lips, not wanting to stop.
“Glad you’re forgiving me,” he said against her small kisses. “Need to discuss a few things, then we can go home and I will make up proper all over your luscious body.”
“Mmm,” Rusty murmured, distracted by her clit.
“Baby, are you listening?”
Rusty blinked and tried to draw her mind to Cabe’s words. “Kind of.”
She smiled against his mouth and he growled in a purely male way, then suddenly his body was gone from pressing to hers and her back was steadied by the counter behind her. Cabe was across the room by the stairs leading up. She squinted at him through the unlit, dusty shop.
“Never did anything with this place. I always meant to,” Cabe said, and Rusty watched his hand tracing the end of the banister. “Maybe I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it until now.”
Rusty sighed, looking around; it was a great space. “So are you going to rent it out or something?” she asked. Still wondering after their major couple altercation
why they were in the old toy shop Cabe owned. Maybe he was reliving the past and she should keep up. “You want to start a train shop like your Gramps?”
“Hell, I’m not very good at this,” Cabe muttered, and his hand ranged through his chunky dark blond hair. “I want to give the shop to you, Rusty.”
“Me?” Rusty rose up on the toes of her cowboy boots in surprise. Then, just because she was blown away, she told him, “I run taxi.”
“You could hire someone to drive your taxi and take a split. Then you’d have time to make this into your gift shop.”
Rusty’s heart fell into her boots, then it soared where it belonged again until she thought she’d run a race. “Cabe?” her voice squeaked.
Cabe’s hand ranged through his hair again. “I want to just give it to you, but I think I know you are not going to take that, so I’ll rent it to you at a low price. You can take rent out of my twenty-five percent, which I’ll get for loaning you the seed money to start up the shop.”
“I-I,” Rusty stuttered, turning in a circle, looking at the old, dusty shop in a new light. She couldn’t—it wouldn’t be right. They’d just had a non-verbal fight and nearly broken up. She couldn’t just end it with taking advantage of his—
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Ohmygod! I swear I’ll pay you back every penny.”
“Hell,” Cabe muttered. “I thought it would take a week to convince you.”
Rusty laughed as she sauntered to him. “I heard how some of the girls you save at WTSF come out to Tess’ flower shop and learn about a woman running her own business. We so have to do that here, honey.”
EIGHTEEN ] THIS IS WHERE I WANNA BE
Rusty was sliding up and down his cock so fast her silky hair was flying along with her hard nipples rising and falling on the tips of her bouncing breasts while he gripped her waist, helping her go faster. His woman was taking his cock like she owned it, while her old bed sounded as if it was going to collapse at any second. Her hands hit his chest for leverage, and he unlatched one hand from the indent of her waist to rub her hot, swollen clit.
The high, careening sound she made was fucking hot, and as much as he loved seeing her sweet, needy pussy gushing in tight little squirts as he thrust up into her, he felt the driving need to be in more control. So he flipped his lady beneath him and he bought a new angle, which rolled Rusty’s eyes back as she moaned.
Cabe pulled out and rubbed the head of his cock between her slit, then he plunged inward, her hot silk grabbing him deep. Rusty squealed higher and higher as he kept up the maneuver until he was fucking her slit as fast as he was fucking her, while he held her thighs wide with her ass tilted up. Her hard nipples swung in motion with his rapider thrusts.
“Boo, eyes,” he ordered, hearing her making over-the-top coming sounds.
Her eyes turned electric with passion fixed on him, and he watched them deepen like pools as she climaxed so hard it coated his cock, returning over and over through her slit. Then he couldn’t hold it any longer and he hit it deep, riding Rusty up higher against him until her sweet ass cupped his balls and he ejaculated so hard it was a pounding rumble in his chest.
He held her there for a long time with his cock buried so deep and his thighs clamped to her hips while her legs were hooked in the crook of his arms. He held her there while they both breathed heavily, talking with their eyes. He held her there, feeling the connection. He looked down at it.
“This is where I want to be,” he uttered.
Her hand moved and she had to lift up tighter to cup his cheek. “This is where I want to be,” she whispered back.
He kept her so close all night long she was part of him, then in the morning he kissed her slowly awake until she smiled at him with sleepy sensuality. He thought by the rising heat in her gaze and the forays of caresses she was making ever lower on his bare chest that she thought they were going to get hot and busy. He had other plans, and he started by pulling her under him so he could hold either side of her head.
“You think once you get a driver for your taxi you might have some extra time to help me out at WTSF?”
Rusty blinked at him as if she was confused, then her irises cleared from sweetly dazed arousal to curiosity. “I might,” she murmured, reaching up to trace his bottom lip. “You organizing my life?” she asked in a whisper.
He nodded with his nose touching hers. “Yeah, organizing it with my life.”
She inhaled and he felt the touch of her hard nipples on his chest, then she breathed out, “Wow.”
“I know we’ll take our time, because I have to get through the divorce, but that will be quick now, so I’m declaring I want to be with you, spend all my free time with you, and always be available to you.”
“Honey,” she whispered, sifting her hand through his hair as her eyes wandered over his face. “I think we have something really good, Captain.”
Cabe smiled, then kissed her on her nose. “I’ll make breakfast,” he said, rolling off her to swing out of bed.
Rusty looked at Cabe in her kitchen. He had his jeans on, but unzipped and half open while he was bare-chested and had no shoes on. Damn, she was a lucky woman. She watched through aroused and happy eyes as she played with the key in her hand. Two days ago, she’d not been sure about them—now she was positive.
Cabe walked toward her and he made her mouth dry he was so sexy as he set down a glass of orange juice in front of her with lazy sexiness in his eyes. As he turned to get the plates, Rusty caught his wrist, turning him back, and she lifted his hand to put the gold key in his palm. “Here’s the key, honey,” she said.
His gaze immediately got intense. “The key to here?” he asked with a deepness that made her shiver.
She nodded, but that was as far as she got before he hauled her upward. She latched on to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist while she laughed with excitement. “What about breakfast,” she exclaimed.
“Later,” he growled, then he took her to the bedroom and he showed her how much her giving him the keys meant to him.
Two orgasms’ worth.
***
Two days later, Rusty sat in Vincent’s private jet across from Tess, remembering the day she’d given Cabe the key and the couple of days afterward. It was a hot, luscious dream, but it was reality, and she remembered it while Tess talked to Vincent on her cell right before they landed.
Rusty zoned them out, thinking about Cabe. The day she’d given him the key they’d had sex against the wall because they’d never made it to the bed. It was the most amazing thing she’d done to that time, but since then it had gotten even better. That night, after Cabe had cooked dinner, he’d started taking her clothes off until he’d had her naked, then he’d turned the TV on and pulled her naked down onto the couch on top of him.
For hours he’d roamed little touches and caresses over her body: a nipple, inner thigh, or along her buttock. Later his fingers skimmed her slit ... until she’d been begging him in little whispers for his cock.
Cabe had pulled his thick shaft out and told her that her fucking fantastic mouth could have it. She’d sucked him, crawling naked all over him. It must have made him wild, because before she could get him to come in her mouth, he’d risen up and pulled her over the back of the couch to take her from behind. She’d been so slick with desire he’d slid hard inside her and she’d climaxed with a bang of intensity that had rocked her body.
Later Cabe had carried her to bed, where she slept naked against him. He’d whispered there would be no PJs or nighties in his bed. He wanted her naked against him. That night he’d cupped her mound before they’d fallen asleep, and he’d still been cupping her when they’d woken up.
It was so freaking possessive it made her hot just coming home to it every night, because he’d done it every night since.
They’d talked a lot when they could keep their hands off each other—usually after they were spent. She’d told him even though she’d accepted the gift shop she was worried what
he thought of her accepting it from him. Cabe had taken her against him until he’d been completely surrounding her with his hard, naked body, and he’d said, “What’s mine is yours, boo. You mean more to me than money ever will.”
She’d freaked out and cried then. He’d held her and told her that later, when their lives straightened out, there’d be no prenuptial and he just hoped she wasn’t lured by money, but if she was he’d live with it, because it was her he wanted. She’d laughed through her tears, teasing him about being lured by money.
God she was happy
Amazing thing was he’d been right there for a long time.
Her cell rang, and Rusty saw it was Cabe, so she answered, saying, “Okay, I’m lured by all the cash it took to rent this jet to take me shopping.”
Cabe laughed, then he said, “I’ll borrow it from Vincent so we can go find treasures to fill your gift shop.”
“Big lure,” she teased.
“Seriously, boo, I want you just the way you are. But you’re too down to earth to be taken bad by loads of cash.”
Her heart melted more than it already was, but to cover it and keep from tearing up, she teased, “I don’t know—loads, did you say?”
He chuckled, and that made her hot. “You spend loads on your bridesmaid dress. I’m dreaming about seeing you in it.”
“Isn’t that Vincent’s money?”
“Exactly.” He laughed.
Rusty glanced at Tess, making sure she was busy, then she whispered, “I’ll try to Instagram you a couple pictures and I’ll be texting if I see a gift we should get them.”
They talked about maybe having to come back to Dallas for the gift, because they wanted it to be special. Vincent and Tess were only having a small, very quiet ceremony, mainly because they hoped it would be a long time before Vincent’s ex-wife Luna found out about the marriage. So it was going to be classy but very small. She and Cabe might be the only ones there; Tess and Vincent hadn’t decided yet.
Rusty made silly kissing sounds at Cabe before she hung up, then they were landing and Tess was looking all dreamy, so Rusty steered her to the waiting limo. Once inside the limo, Rusty poured Tess a glass of champagne.
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