“Nope.” I turned to face her, because I had to see for myself that she was as far gone as she sounded, as desperate for me as I was for her. But she sucked in a little breath, and that tiny hitch went right to my cock a second before my mouth crashed down on hers. Our bodies pressed together as if glue held us together, and kept us from spinning out of control. I used my height and weight advantage to push her up against the counter while I kissed her, tasted every inch of her mouth.
I couldn’t get enough, and when she began to squirm against me, climbing my body to get closer, a little more of my control snapped. My feet began to move until I found a kitchen chair and dropped down onto it with Magenta in my lap, long legs wrapped around me and the chair. “Davis,” she moaned and nipped at my jaw, my bottom lip, my throat.
Her shirt was gone and then her bra, and I had a front row seat to the most mouth watering tits I’d ever laid eyes on. Big and creamy, capped with pink lick-able nipples. Hard and sweet just like my favorite candy. “Damn, Magenta. Beautiful.”
She shimmied off my lap and made quick work of my jeans and boxers. “Too many clothes!” Her laugh sounded as she kicked off her own pants and wrapped her hand around my cock. “That’s better.”
“Much better.” I took a long look at her, naked and flushed with desire and sighed. “Come here.” Magenta didn’t need to be told twice, climbing on my lap with her tits in my face as she worked her body down the length of my cock. “Ah, Magenta!”
“God, I remember the way you filled me up.” Her words had me aching and growing harder by the second. And then she began to move. Slowly at first and then faster and faster as pleasure took over, her movements grew jerky and sharp, her thighs quivered with need. “So. Good.”
She rode me hard and fast, big pink nipples just a tongue flick away and I couldn’t resist stealing a taste. The sound of her cries of pleasure pushed me further, pulling a fat hard tip into my mouth and sucking hard before moving to the next one. Listening to her moan, feeling the way she writhed against me, bouncing up and down, coating my cock in her juices.
Her green gaze met mine as she began to pulse and vibrate around me. “Davis you feel so good.”
“You too, babe. Too fucking good.” She grinned and pinched her nipples, laughing when I smacked her hands away and did the job myself. “You’re close. Come on, come for me.”
Her smile was mischievous, and then her eyes closed and her head fell back as her orgasm took over, squeezing me so hard it yanked pleasure from my body. Ready or not. “Yes!”
This Magenta, post-orgasmic, was my favorite. She was cuddly in her haze, licking my sweat slicked flesh, nibbling the hard ridges of my shoulder and jawline. “Magenta.” Her tongue was already making me hard again, and then she began to move, hot and so slick I was sure I’d blow my load before I got a full erection. Being the absolutely focus of her erotic attention was a heady thing. The kind of thing that made a man feel ten feet tall, like he could battle any demons or monsters.
It took no time at all for both of us to shout our pleasure again, and nearly break the chair.
“Wow.” It was the only word that came to mind as my skin sizzled and shivered with her every gentle touch on my chest.
“Hey, that’s my line.” Her laugh was sexy, vibrating against me like a tuning fork. The doorbell rang, interrupting our bubble of bliss, and Magenta pulled back. “Expecting company?”
“You’re the only person I really know here, Mags.”
“Rock, paper, scissors. Winner gets the door.”
“I’ll go.” I stood and pulled up my pants, fastening them as I made my way to the front of the house. The strange man on the other side of the door grinned at me as he fiddled with his maroon bowtie. “Can I help you?”
He cleared his throat and dropped his fidgeting hands. “Yes. I am Dustin Chambers, attorney-at-law, and you are Davis Crawford, correct?”
“I am. How can I help you?” I didn’t rack up debts, and I kept mostly to myself, so this was more than a little interesting.
“You’re familiar with Walter Poindexter?” The name rang a bell, but not enough to pull up a memory of his face. Not that it mattered, Dustin Chambers continued on. “Mr. Poindexter, may the bastard rest in peace, was, simply put, a fraud. We found your divorce papers along with thousands of others shoved into boxes in a storage unit upon his death. He took your money, but he never processed your divorce.”
His words buzzed in my head, but they barely made any sense. “What do you mean he never processed it?” As far as I knew, the divorce had been finalized within days of the paperwork being filed. “He said it would be done before the week was up, once everything was signed, and we definitely signed it.”
Chambers adjusted his tie, looking more uncomfortable by the second with the confrontation. “Just, Mr. Crawford, that you are still married. Have been for the past,” he looked down at his papers, “seventeen months.”
“This can’t be.” Not that I was angry or upset about the fact that I was still married, because hell, she was the one woman out of many I hadn’t been able to forget. No matter how ill-fated our marriage had been at the time, I knew I wasn’t wrong about us. We worked.
“Oh, I’m afraid it is so, Mr. Crawford. You didn’t receive any paperwork that said the divorce was final? It would have come from the Clark County Courthouse.” I shook my head, and Dustin sighed, shook his head. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I might find Magenta O’Malley would you? She’s listed as your wife.”
“She’s right here.” Magenta had on her tough as nails voice as she folded her arms and stepped between me and Dustin, glaring at him. “Explain again.” Even though her clothes were slightly disheveled, and her hair looked exactly like I’d run my fingers through it a hundred times, she was still intimidating as hell.
Chambers nodded, eyebrows dipped in wariness. “Nothing to explain, except that you’re still married. Legally speaking, but since you’re living together, there’s no problem. Here is your marriage certificate.” Any thoughts the man had of handing off the marriage certificate and making a clean getaway were foiled by one angry woman.
Magenta wouldn’t even touch the thing. “No fucking way. Give us the annulment papers. Now.”
Chambers survival instinct kicked in, and he stepped back. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, and since you two are clearly in a romantic relationship, an annulment is off the table.”
“What do you mean off the table? At the time of the attempted annulment we met the criteria.” Her voice had gone icy cold, and even Dustin Chambers felt it if his shiver was any indication.
“It means that this new filing includes everything from the date of your marriage until you file for divorce,” his gaze raked over both of us, having clearly guessed what we were just up to, “if you plan to do so.”
Magenta lunged at him, reaching for his throat and I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from throttling the man. “Run, Chambers. Run now before I make you regret the day you popped out of your mother’s vag!”
I snatched the marriage certificate from his hand and shooed him away. “Thank you,” I mouthed as he rushed down the steps to a car idling on the curb.
“Calm down killer. He’s gone.”
She was still fighting though, ready to tear someone apart over the news. “Tell me that didn’t just happen. Tell me that this is some orgasm induced hallucination! Please.”
I shouldn’t have done it, not when my body was wide open and susceptible to danger, but I couldn’t help it. I laughed.
She elbowed me in the gut and I laughed harder.
She kicked my shin and I laughed even harder, even as she shot the evil eye at me. “I guess it’s true what they say,” I struggled around another laugh. “Happy wife, happy life.”
Yeah, I had a death wish. Sue me.
Magenta
The key, I’ve learned, to handling sensitive matters that you don’t want or need the entire town to know about, is stealth.
Like a ninja.
You couldn’t just march into the bank and ask for a loan without half the town showing up on your doorstep offering to ‘invest’ in your business. In fact, you couldn’t just walk into any business and flat out tell them what you wanted, unless of course, what you wanted was right in line with what the town wanted for you. Which sounds nosy and manipulative, but somehow the residents of Belle Musique made it seem perfectly natural.
Still, I learned quickly watching the mess that was Trish and Mason’s relationship, that this town was relentless. And since I had neither the time nor the energy to do five rounds with the old ladies, stealth was key.
Which is how I found myself casually lounging outside one of the lawyer’s offices on Main Street, hoping to catch one of them when they were coming or going. A careful, non-committal, accidental encounter that wouldn’t say “I’m in desperate need of a divorce, help me please!”
Because that might draw the wrong kind of attention, and I might end up just like my friends.
With a husband.
The thought produced a shiver, not because I was opposed to marriage, but I was opposed to marriages destined to fail. Of course, most people didn’t realize they were destined to fail until the failing part had already begun, but foresight was my gift. I could take a look at two people and lay down odds of success or failure, and Davis and I had always been headed toward disaster, rather than happily ever after.
We were too different, and unlike most couples, we did want the same things in life. When I met Davis that was likely the draw, that my heart had seen the wanderer within him and connected with that, because it was nice to be with a guy who didn’t rag on me about staying in one place. Settling down. For three straight days we’d stayed in one place, together, sightseeing, laughing, eating and having sex. Lots and lots of hot sex. Which I wouldn’t be opposed to, again. But it wasn’t smart. Not for an uncomplicated life, and not for my heart.
And it looked like the town might have beat me to the punch, which was, let’s face it, inevitable. I’d given Davis explicit instructions not to say anything to anyone about our ‘marriage’ or need for a quickie divorce to ensure that the papers were signed before Aunt Mae and crew got wind of our delicate situation.
“Dammit.” The offices of both McInnis lawyers were suspiciously dark, and I knew it was time to give up the mission for today.
“It won’t work.” I knew the voice, but its proximity startled me, and I looked up to find Aunt Mae in a zebra striped muumuu rimmed with hot pink fringe smiling benignly at me.
“What won’t work?”
“Nothing,” she said a little too quickly, looking guilty as hell. “I just wanted you to know that whatever you’re up to, it’s not gonna work.” Then she walked away, no she sauntered away, joining a group of five older women waiting at the corner, no doubt to go take over the diner and scare all the singles and other gossip magnets.
But then I saw it again in my mind’s eye, that flash of guilt in Aunt Mae’s eyes. She knew. She knew, and there was only one other person in town who could have let the news slip.
“I’m gonna kill him, and then a divorce won’t be necessary.” A little dramatic I know, but as my legs carried me to the newly erected red brick fire station, I could only see that Davis was the wrench in my plans. “Where is he?”
Four big handsome men wearing new Belle Musique Fire Department t-shirts stared at me with mouths open as wide as their eyes. Slowly four big muscle-y biceps raised and pointed to where the two shiny trucks were parked.
“Thank you,” I bit out and continued to search out Davis, my wayward husband. “You! What part of don’t say a word was unclear?”
He looked up, looking delicious as hell in his blue t-shirt with red lettering that hugged his chest, his arms and his abs in a way designed to give a girl dirty dreams for a week. And sweet baby Jesus, the way he wore a pair of jeans should be illegal, all long thick legs, narrow waist and ass perfectly pinch-able. Imminently biteable. He slowly crossed his arms and I took advantage of every silent second to look my fill of his masculine beauty.
“Care to elaborate?”
Ugh, why did his voice have to be so low and seductive as if he were telling me to strip out of my panties and climb on for a ride? “I asked you for one thing, Davis. One thing! And somehow you have totally screwed me. Screwed us. And not in a good way.”
His lips twitched, and his eyes sparkled with the kind of joy of someone on the right side of an inside joke, but as the person on the wrong side, I continued to glare. “I’ve screwed us in a bad way. How?”
“How?” Yeah, my voice was reaching the level that only dogs could hear, but I didn’t care. “By doing the one damn thing I asked you not to do.”
“Talk to a lawyer?”
“Yes! Did you forget to take your vitamins this morning or something? You’re pretty slow on the uptake today.”
Davis unleashed another one of those panty scorching grins, but I ignored the way my core clenched and my nipples hardened, determined to stay angry dammit. “What’s the big deal? A lawyer is a necessary tool for a divorce, Mags.”
No. Nope. Absolutely not. I would not let him sway me by using my nickname in that same seductive voice. “But I told you that I would take care of it, damn you!” How was it that I explained to this man, in great detail, what had happened to Vivi and Nash, Maddie and Zeke, and then Trish and Mason, and still the man didn’t listen? “What were you thinking?”
The sound of his boots on the hard floor drew my attention first, but it was too late, Davis was already in my personal space, invading my nostrils and heating my skin like he was touching me. “It’ll be okay, Magenta. Calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” It was a known fact that telling a person to calm down was guaranteed to make them lose their shit just a little more. “You messed up everything.”
Davis set his hands on my shoulders, gently caressing them in slow, hypnotic circles that did calm me, but only a little. “I’ll fix it. We’ll fix it together.”
I sighed long and hard, trying to get my frustration under control, because even though he did exactly what I told him not to do, this wasn’t entirely Davis’ fault.
“That’s the part you don’t seem to understand, Davis, there is no fixing this. Not now, and not without leaving town. Hell, I’m not even sure that would help anymore.” The attempts at sabotage somehow ran far and wide, and since I didn’t grow up in Belle Musique, I had no idea just how far their influence ran, and honestly I’d be terrified to find out.
He laughed and pulled me in for a hug, resting his chin on my head, his deep voice vibrating my whole body when he spoke. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing, Mags.”
“I’m not. The town is at it again, and you’re too new to see what’s happening.” I told him all about my run-in with Aunt Mae outside the McInnis law firm and he laughed. Again. “Don’t you see it Davis, they’re playing matchmaker, so that we end up like Trish and Mason.”
“Oh no,” he deadpanned. “Happily married. Oh, the horror!”
I looked up at him, and took a step back. “Wait, what?” His blue eyes were soft and squishy, affectionate even, and my heart began to beat a tattoo to get the hell out of my chest. “You’re not suggesting-,” His mouth cut off my words with a slow burning kiss that seemed to go on forever, taking me from general overheated to a raging, boiling inferno inside my veins. One degree at a time, his kiss heated my skin, my body until every inch of me was set aflame, grinding against him and straining to get closer, to get a deeper taste of his mouth.
And when I was so addicted to his taste, so eager for more than that one taste, he pulled back with a lazy grin. “What I’m suggesting is that we see what happens. We’re in the same town now, for the foreseeable future, so that excuse is out the window.”
“It wasn’t an excuse.” The words came instinctively, just as they had back in Vegas. “It was the truth and you know it. You
didn’t know where you would be from one month to the next, and neither did I, how were we going to build anything from that?” It was just one of many in a long list of perfectly legitimate reasons why our impromptu marriage had ended after three days. Well that, and the fact that it had been a mistake from the beginning.
“And now,” he challenged with his arms crossed and that skeptical, almost daring look in his eyes.
“And now I’m leaving, and you’re staying.” It sounded weak even to my ears, but it had the benefit of being the truth.
“Bullshit. You don’t have to go, and as of right now you have nowhere to go.” His big arms rested against the wall on either side of my head, big body pressing mine into the wall and making it impossible for me to move. To get away and put some distance between us.
“And you’re all right with being a fallback plan?” I closed my eyes at the sound of the deep chuckle as it rumbled in his broad chest.
“Oh, but I’m not, Mags. I’m your first choice, and the sooner you admit it, the easier this will all be.”
I barked out a harsh laugh, meant to show my amusement rather than the shock that shot through me at his confident words. “Cocky much? I’ll tell you this, Davis. I’m leaving this town and you, and it’s happening. Soon. Wrap your pretty little head around that.” Each word was punctuated with a finger to his chest, which annoyingly, didn’t seem to phase him at all.
“Game on, Magenta.” Davis took one step backwards and then another and another until he was nearly on the other side of the room.
“Come back here,” I yelled irrationally. “What do you mean, game on? Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?”
Davis only smiled, and it wasn’t a panty scorcher, nope it was that ‘aw shucks, I’m a naïve country boy’ grin that was ten times deadlier than any of the others in his arsenal. “You’ll see. Wife.”
Wife? Did he seriously just call me wife?
“Yeah we’ll see about that, won’t we?” I turned on my boot heels, unwilling to stay one moment longer on his turf where he left me feeling out of sorts. Off-kilter. Two things I hated feeling above all else.
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