Their Ex's Redrock Midnight (Texas Alpha)

by Anders, Shirl

  “You look so happy, babe,” Rusty said, toasting.

  Tess toasted her back. “I am.”

  Shopping with a limo at their disposal and copious amounts of champagne was a blast. From the two outcast junior high girls to these heights felt to them as if they were freaking royalty.

  “I’m not sure we are dressed with enough class to go in these exclusive wedding shops,” Rusty said, then the limo jerked, stopping at a light, and her champagne spilled. It missed her outfit and hit the seat as she groped around for something to wipe it off with while holding her champagne glass up in the air.

  “Here, babe,” Tess said, grabbing a crumpled piece of paper that had been in the side armrest.

  Rusty took the wad and swiped it over the spill as she finished the liquid in her glass, declaring, “Champagne only at stops for me.”

  They both giggled, and Tess got back on topic. “Well, if they don’t like cowboy boots, skirts, and cute tops, maybe they will like Vincent’s platinum card.”

  Rusty grinned back, feeling the champagne buzz. “That’ll keep their noses down.”

  She was just getting ready to toss the paper Tess had given her into the armrest compartment on her side when Rusty noticed some words on the edge. She mouthed the word silently, “Whiterose.”

  Immediately alert, she pulled apart the damp paper and realized it was a flyer for an appearance by Whiterose at some club in Dallas. She made an “uh oh” sound while reading toward the bottom.

  “What is it?” Tess asked.

  For one fleeting second Rusty thought about lying, but maybe it was a good thing. “Look at this, babe.”

  Tess took the paper with her eyebrows rising as she read the flyer, then she muttered, “It looks like my ex is back managing her.”

  Rusty had read Steven’s name at the bottom of the flyer too. “God, I wonder what kind of club it is,” Rusty said. “I can’t believe she’s still making a go of it.”

  “I wonder what happened to Coronado?”

  “Yeah,” Rusty whispered.

  Then Tess raised her head. “I think this is good news, because it means they’re not in town, especially her. Vincent said she sold the house he gave her.”

  “Not in town right now, so you won’t even have to worry about her for the wedding,” Rusty said.

  Tess nodded. “I’ll tell Vincent; maybe he wants to find out a bit more.”

  Rusty watched Tess fold the paper and put it in her purse. Then they were at their first stop, which was a very exclusive wedding shop in downtown Dallas. So exclusive they had more champagne and chocolates, plus private fitting rooms with couches, flowers in cut crystal, and wraparound mirrors with a pedestal in the middle. It was amazing.

  But if Rusty thought that was stunning, she was blown away by the wedding dresses.

  “I want the bridesmaid dress at the same time,” Tess told their personal assistants.

  So Rusty found she was trying on gorgeous gowns right along with Tess trying on different wedding dresses, until Rusty found herself on the podium in a floor-length Jovani gown. It was navy chiffon with a sweetheart neckline and a sexy corset top, detailed with beaded embellished lace overlay and tulle underlay, then topped off with a thigh-high slit.

  “That’s it!” Tess exclaimed, coming back out in one of the two wedding dresses they’d narrowed hers down to.

  Tess’ was between a Jovani and a Sottero & Midgley wedding dress. The Jovani was a long crystal-beaded wedding gown with a beautiful, deep neckline and embroidered beading throughout the dress, but no train, just a sexy slit up the side—which was perfect for an intimate night wedding. Tess would look so yummy in it, Rusty knew Vincent would have a hard time keeping his hands off her. The dress just oozed sexiness.

  Then there was the Sottero & Midgley embroidered metallic lace overlaid with beads and crystals down the length and into the train. Half-cap sleeves in the delicate beaded crystals, it was a little more formal and very elegant, with a light hint of rose that a night wedding by candlelight would pick up with sparkles. Another dress that once Vincent saw her in it, he would be thinking of bed instead of weddings. Which was exactly what they were going for, Rusty thought.

  But Tess was back in the stunning Sottero & Midgley for the second time, only this time the assistants had decked her out in a veil. Rusty felt tears in her eyes as Tess came up to stand beside her.

  “You look so beautiful,” Rusty warbled. She thought that Tess putting the dress back on again showed which one she liked the best.

  “Look at us,” Tess murmured. “We look beautiful, like princesses.”

  They bought both dresses and even had their first fittings, then Tess exclaimed, “Shoes next!”

  After lunch at a seafood restaurant that was fabulous, they went wedding-shoe shopping. Rusty found hers first, and she swore she was never wearing another pair of high heels again. The entire shoe was embellished with black crystals with a peep toe and an over-five-inch heel. The very handsome man with an English accent at the exclusive shoe store said they were covered in Swarovski Crystals and had duchess silk underlay. They felt so good on her feet, they even felt expensive.

  Tess was debating over two pairs: one with an all-over crystal sparkle, like Rusty’s but in silvery gems, and the other made of ivory silk with the Swarovski Crystals coating the five-inch heel and in another layer in the one-inch platform. Rusty was all for the platform ones that looked as if they had an inch layer of diamonds in the platform. Those heels were fairy princess, gone carnal, gone rich.

  “Okay, Rusty. I’m going to trust you on this one and go with your pick.” Tess told the assistant to wrap them and bag them, then she said to Rusty, “Do you have one more stop in you? I want to get Vincent’s wedding present.”

  At the next stop, while Tess was in the back room of the shop working with the craftsman on her vision, Rusty whispered in her cell, “We got so lucky, Cabe. This artist has bronze eagle statues. Ohmygod, they are perfect.”

  Cabe’s rich laugh on the other side sounded so sexy before he said, “Sounds better than sex again, boo.”

  “Oh God no,” Rusty exclaimed. “That was just a perfect find shopping orgasm, not the universe’s best orgasms, which only you give me.”

  “Okay, sweetheart, I’m glad I have that straight. Order it and I will call in payment after you leave. Oh and, boo ...”

  “Yes?”

  “Amazing you found something so perfect.”

  ***

  After Cabe got off his call from Rusty, he looked up from wandering around the front of Cha-Cha’s Lingerie to tag Vincent by the corset sets.

  When he arrived by Vincent’s side, Vincent pointed at a delicate lacy white one with a bustier, corset, panties, garter belt, and stockings. “For the wedding,” he said. Then he pointed at a naughty and very skimpy one; what little there was of it was a black with red lace corset set and thong panties with fishnet stockings. “After the wedding.”

  Cabe nodded, agreeing completely with him, then he muttered. “After the wedding?” He looked around, because he’d already picked out a silvery lace corset set for Rusty. “Never thought about after the wedding. Brilliant, brother.”

  But before Cabe went to look for Rusty’s “after” lingerie, he slid his cell under Vincent’s nose. “I’m told for your eyes only.” Then he pushed accept with his thumb and loaded the Instagram Rusty had sent Vincent.

  “Wearing nothing but a veil, bra, and thong,” Vincent growled.

  Cabe grinned, but still didn’t look. “I’ll send it to you then delete it off mine.”

  “As ever, my brother,” Vincent rasped. “Think I need something even better and skimpier for my lady after seeing that.”

  Cabe chuckled and went to find Rusty some naughty silk.

  An hour later, they were at Redrock’s bar, sitting in the back, sipping whiskeys neat. Vincent said the rest of their wedding duties would be done from there. Cabe was amused as he watched Vincent pulling out two pieces of pape
r from his jeans pocket. He handed them to Cabe, who unfolded them.

  “Thinking these will be our wedding tuxes.” Cabe saw right away they were not traditional tuxes. They look like a slightly shiny black leather, but had western cuts. They were amazing and would not look traditional, yet still fit the Native American theme Vincent and Tess would have for their wedding.

  “Can I keep it after the wedding?” Cabe asked, joking to show he thought it was a great choice.

  “It’s yours,” Vincent said seriously without a smile, but Vincent’s dark eyes were amused. “I’m going to fly the tailor in. One stop to measure us and we are done.”

  Cabe shouldn’t have been surprised. It was Vincent. “I like your thinking,” he told him, taking a sip of whiskey. “One-stop shopping without the shop. Seriously cool, brother.”

  Vincent finally chuckled. “Leaving that damn shopping to the ones who love it so much.”

  Cabe’s eyes lit. “They are eating up the limo and champagne.”

  “Hope so,” Vincent said, tracing the table in front of him. “Want her to feel that special.”

  “Never live up to this with Rusty,” Cabe muttered, sitting back in his chair,

  Vincent gave a one-sided grin, but started on another subject. “Having a white wedding blanket woven for the ceremony with an eagle on it, and Sam will be our minister and spiritual leader for the wedding.”

  Cabe nodded, mentally making an appointment to check with Sam about traditions for Native American-based ceremonies. Sam would help make certain he had the best-man duties covered. But on a serious note, he said, “I know you are worried about Luna, and want to keep the ceremony small.”

  Vincent took a drink of whiskey. “We’re keeping it quiet. Small evening ceremony here in a private back room, only a few friends. We won’t need to go out into the main areas.” Then Vincent eased back in his chair and leveled his dark gaze on Cabe. “What about you and Vega, since we are onto ex’s,” he asked quietly.

  Cabe smiled, and he felt relief about being able to smile about it. “She signed the divorce papers.”

  Vincent leaned forward. “Congratulations, brother.”

  Cabe shared: “I gave her a million and the house. I’ve heard she was leaving town.”

  Vincent hissed a sound that was disbelief mixed with annoyed acceptance. “You had a prenup with her,” he needlessly reminded Cabe.

  Cabe shrugged. “It’s only money, brother. Oil keeps pumping.”

  Vincent sat back again with a sneer. “I need to teach you about money,” he growled.

  Cabe did a half-sneer back. “Hell, you give most of your money away.”

  Finally, Vincent smiled, saying, “I hope I saved enough for this damn dress.”

  Cabe sipped his whiskey with a cocked eyebrow, then he offered, “It’ll be worth it.”

  Vincent nodded, agreeing. “Can’t work out the wedding flowers. I won’t go through Tess’ shop, but to not seems off.”

  Cabe set down his drink and leaned his elbows on the tabletop. “Get the flowers and I will have some of the girls Tess has been teaching from WTSF arrange them on the sly.”

  Vincent looked relieved as he nodded, then he muttered, “Leaves only the rings, then.” Next Vincent added, “You want a suite for that night? I’ve got the best one, but there are others open.”

  Cabe thought about it. “You know, I’ll never get my babe in the dress I imagine your money bought back home before I have it half off her.” Vincent did chuckle then, as Cabe added, “Can I keep that dress too?”

  NINETEEN ] FINALLY A FREAKING WEDDING, LET’S PARTY

  A wedding ...

  Cabe stopped in the center of the expensive Redrock suite when Rusty came out of the master bedroom area. She flowed to a stop, looking back at him.

  “Wow,” he uttered.

  “Wow,” she said, sounding breathless, and yes, he decided, she was breathless because it was doing amazing things to her breasts in the exposed cleavage area of the come-fuck-me bridesmaid’s dress she was wearing.

  “I said that,” he said on a deep growl, with his eyes taking in every inch of her breathtaking femininity. He might have been too generous thinking he could keep his hands off her until after the wedding.

  “No, I’m saying it about you,” Rusty exclaimed. Then he noticed when he could keep his eyes from running over her that her eyes were eating him up. His woman liked his duds. “God, Cabe, you look hot. What is that? It’s like watered leather but it looks light?”

  He so did not give a shit about what he was wearing while he was trying to convince himself it wasn’t a good idea to turn her around, lift her skirts, bend her over the back of the chair she stood beside, and fuck her deep, long, and hard. That was when he remembered what she was wearing underneath the dress that was made to tempt men. Not much, and it was silky soft, lacy, and with tiny little panties.

  He growled deeper. Rusty’s eyes widened and the tip of her tongue rimmed her wine-colored lips.

  “Not going to make it,” he uttered, shaking his head.

  “We can’t,” she whispered, looking very much like she wanted to.

  “We can if you’re a very good girl,” he muttered lowly. Those creamy white mounds of her breasts heaved toward him. They had ten minutes, tops. “I’m giving you an orgasm in that dress if nothing else.”

  Rusty gave him more—she gave him her navy skirts tossed up high over her waist with her sparkling five-inch heels tottering upward to take him inside her. He felt the silk of her panties, which were barely pulled down enough to sink his cock deep. With every thrust that silk stroked him outside, then her wet silk stroked him inside. His hand was holding her excited clit, playing it hard.

  “C. C. Captain,” Rusty squealed, coming up on her toes as he kept pounding. The chair under her belly inched forward while his glazed vision was turned toward the garter and stockings she wore while his thick cock disappeared in her pink. The chair banged harder.

  Rusty reached back and grabbed his wrist on her hip as he flicked her clit. The squeal she made was solid as her inner sheath clamped around him and she climaxed in gasps, with him groaning hard right after her.

  Rusty heard Cabe’s order as she hung with her belly over the back of the chair, still panting with her inner thighs quivering. “Stay still, boo.”

  Oh my God she was so glad she was a slut. Well, at least one for the right man. She felt warmth between her thighs. Cabe had brought her a washcloth and he was gently but possessively cleaning her. She murmured at the sweet possession. Then Cabe carefully pulled up her—so sexy he’d bought them—panties, and then he pulled the volumes of her dress skirting down. Making sure the underneath was unkinked until he grasped her waist and hauled her upright. His arm crossed over the voluptuous display of her breasts in the bridesmaid dress, and he hugged her from behind.

  His voice was deep in her ear. “One minute to spare.” She giggled as he kissed her ear, then he promised, “Afterward same chair, same position, and you have nothing on but those heels and stockings.”

  “’Kay,” she said, thinking about strutting naked in her heels for him. Smoking hot.

  They left the room in a hurry, trying not to look like they’d just had wicked sex in their hotel suite. She faced Cabe in the elevator to adjust his black embroidered shirt and black lapels. Cabe was wiping a smudge off the corner of her eye, then he adjusted a few of the flowers pinned in her loosely braided up-do hairstyle.

  Finished, he stroked her collarbone, making her shiver. “You need a necklace for this luscious bareness from here to here.” His finger ended its stroking deep in her exposed cleavage.

  “Bare, it entices you more,” she teased. “But totally clothed you are so hot in this outfit, Cabe. I hope you can keep it.”

  “I’ll keep it,” he assured her. “It’ll never out do you in that dress.”

  Rusty rolled up on the top of her heels to kiss him, and he clasped her waist to steady her. “Thank you, baby,” she whispered aft
er an intense kiss.

  Cabe’s gaze locked deep into hers. “You’ll need more lipstick,” he warned her, then he squeezed her bottom. “Let’s give our best friends as much love and support as we can dig up.”

  Rusty smiled, knowing she’d found the man for her ... and knowing it deep.

  But the elevator dinged and Cabe let her go on the floor to Tess’ suite. “See you soon, beautiful,” Cabe said.

  When Rusty entered Tess’ suite, she found Tess was not dressed in her wedding dress but still wearing only very sexy undergarments, which were a white lace wedding corset set. Rusty immediately caught Tess’ anxious glance with alarm. Rusty advanced toward Tess’ pacing and she noticed Tess was also wringing her hands. Uh oh.

  “Babe,” Rusty whispered, and she grabbed Tess, making her stop pacing so she could hug her. “While I’m sure Vincent would love to marry you in just this sexy getup, your four other guests will get an eye full.”

  Tess was stiff in Rusty’s arms, and Rusty thought she might be holding her breath. Rusty pushed Tess back to look at her. “Breathe, babe,” she ordered. Then she shook Tess to get her to pant once. “What is it?” Rusty demanded.

  “I just—I just,” Tess stuttered, “messed up one marriage,” she finished on a whisper.

  Rusty held Tess’ shoulders, even though it felt as if Tess wanted to bolt. “You did not mess up that marriage, he did,” Rusty growled. She was learning good growls from all the badasses in her life now. “You cannot even compare you and Steven to you and Vincent,” Rusty said. “Now can you?”

  Tess shook her head, and it bounced the little tendrils that were free of her up-do. “He won’t do a prenuptial,” Tess whispered with round eyes of worry.

  Understanding dawned inside Rusty. Now they were at the true point she was freaked out about. “Babe, he loves you. He knows he doesn’t need it.”

  “But I want him to have it!” Tess exclaimed, breaking out of Rusty’s hands to pace and wring her hands, which had wicked nails that were silvery-white French cut and had a couple of crystals embedded. They’d gotten carried away the day before at Yvonne’s Beauty World.