Their Ex's Redrock Dawn (Texas Alpha Biker) (11 page)

A growl came from Zeb as the bike went silent, and she squeezed her palm.

“Playing with fire,” he rumbled, and she grinned, feeling very wicked.

Zeb swung his leg over the front of his hog and he was off it, and then he was behind Carly before she could move. He tossed their helmets on the ground and he sat behind her, hooking his arm under her large breasts as he scooted forward until her ass was riding his hard cock beneath his jeans. He needed her hot, slick, and wild for what he intended.

Two seconds later he had his hands under her short leather jacket and up under her shirt. He cupped her barely-there bra and the supple mounds of her breasts underneath.

“Zeb?” Carly questioned, rolling her ass against him and trying to turn her head back.

He answered her with a double tweak to the tips of her nipples through the silk of her bra. “Lean back,” he ordered, in a deep voice.

Her small, excited sound shot through him as she obeyed him with her head fallen back on his shoulder. He pulled on the cups of her bra, making her arch her back, as her tits bounced free. “You ever do it out in the open?” he asked in a sensuous, deep whisper.

“No, ranger,” she moaned, while he filled his hands with her warm breasts.

He liked that she called him ranger so much he rumbled with it, then he ordered, “Hook your hands behind my neck, sweetness, and
keep
them there.”

As Carly obeyed him, Zeb pulled her hard nipple points outward, twirling them. Her ass followed her moans, rubbing front to back over his hard cock like she was his private lap dancer. Damn, she was hot. He bit her ear and massaged her breasts as if he owned them.

“That’s it, sweetness, roll your hot ass for me. You want that cock, baby?”

“Oh
God
, Zeb,” Carly moaned. “Get me home.”

“Not this time,” he muttered, and he kept at her nipples, while he shot his other hand down the front of her leather pants. Creamy heat hit his fingertips instantly, and Carly mewed in aroused excitement, while he spread his thighs, which spread her legs wider. “Open for me,” he growled.

Carly’s nails bit into the back of his neck when he slammed his third finger inside her wetness. The feel of her hot core growled through his chest as Carly arched into it, grinding against the heel of his palm. He used those palm and finger motions to bring her to high pants.

“Ranger baby, oh
God
, ranger,” she cried.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard over this bike,” he growled, as he stroked her with his finger like he was screwing her hard with it. “That pink,
hot
pussy’s mine,” he muttered, deep in her ear.

Then his baby came so hard her voluptuous body shuddered with it, while her inner core clenched in wet quivers over his finger. All he could think about was getting his cock in that sensuous liquid heat.

A minute later, he had Carly pulled off his bike as he licked his finger and he spun her around. “Bend over it, sweetness,” he ordered, walking into her with his thighs clamping over her hips as he reached around and undid her leathers.

“Zeb?” she questioned, sounding unsure.

“Right now, sweetness. I need my cock in you right
now
.”

Then she helped him pulled her leathers and panties down. On the way back up, he undid his jeans. Carly was reaching back to grasp his rigid shaft, with her sweet ass bared to him.

“Ranger,” she purred, stroking him tightly. “I need you,” she whispered.

He broke her hand free of his hard cock by pressing her further over the seat of his bike, then he lifted the head, sliding into the wet heat clinging at the edges of her. His hands steadied the bike on either side of her body sprawled over it.

“Lift that ass for me, sweetness,” he demanded, then he thrust forward with a harsh groan.

Fuck, it was the hottest thing he’d ever done. Taking Carly over the leather seat of his bike and not doing it easy, but hard and rough, to her cries of pleasure.

Later, Zeb knew he’d made Carly climax twice out in the dark night, but when he got her back to his motel room he was worried about her being sore after he’d been so rough with her sweet little pussy. As soon as he got her into the room, he began stripping her.

“We’re showering,” he told her—while she looked like the fact he was pulling her clothes off so forcefully was turning her on. As he was pulling her thong down, his hard cock told him it liked stripping her too, but he wasn’t letting it back into her tender sweetness, which he knew had to be sore ... so he ignored it.

“You’re so bossy, honey.” Carly pouted as he tugged off his tee shirt with one hand, while cupping her bare ass to push her toward the bathroom.

“I just made you fucking come twice being bossy,” he growled, while shoving off his jeans. “Get the water warm and put your hair up if you don’t want it wet. I’m going to take care of my girl’s soft pussy after I was so rough with it.”

Carly did a naked twirl, which jiggled her fine breasts as her eyes widened on him, and he swore he felt her turned-on factor rising to high. He’d hit a right button with her.

“’kay,” she whispered, with a seductive little smile that turned him up on high and boarded his cock out between his thighs. Damn, he was going to have to live with that hard-on all night.

Oh
my
god
, Carly thought.

Zeb babied her pussy so seductively with soap and his fingers that she came with a whimper against his wet chest. Then he rinsed her off as gently. But when he was turning to get out of the shower, with his cock stiff and unbending as it moved across her thigh, Carly grabbed his wet shoulders, stopping him.

“Ranger, let me soap you off,” she said, with as much purr as she could get into her voice.

He’d told her all through washing her that he wasn’t putting his cock inside her for a least a day. She had to admit she
was
deliciously sore after the ride he’d given her over the leather seat of his bike, so she worried that he’d try to go to bed all hard and throbbing. His eyes slid to her with his dark lashes wet and spiked.

“Please,” she whispered.

She was certain he wasn’t going to let her, but then he grasped her hand and tugged it to the hard shaft of his thick and rigid cock.

“Slowly,” he ordered, and the sexual command quivered through her, like they all did. So hot and sexy, she was captivated by it all.

So she loved on Zeb with her hands deep on him, until his fists hit the wall above her head and he came hard. After they dried off, Zeb carried her to bed and she laughed, sounding like an excited girl being carried to bed. He was so strong to be able to do it. Then they spooned tight with him behind her.

And she gave it up to him.

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Z
eb took a drink of watered-down beer, with his gaze moving over the half-filled bikers’ bar on the edge of town. He could put up with the bar’s idea of beer so he could keep under the radar of the locals. He knew keeping a low profile was why Vincent Whitehorse had told him to meet him there, after Zeb had called Vincent that morning.

It’s what Zeb would have done ... picked the same place. Carly had explained that Vincent was a man of few words and he liked to work private investigation, bond running, and surveillance, because he liked it and he liked to teach the young woman from his rescue charity something useful to improve their lives. Zeb appreciated each piece of that information, so when he’d called Vincent, he’d kept it short. Must have been enough information, because Vincent had growled he’d meet Zeb at the bar.

Zeb sat back on his barstool watching a group of three bikers, looking dusty and probably traveling through town, that were arguing over a bet. The bet was over which one could get the busty bartender to flash her tits. Only Zeb had seen the grayer-haired one slipping the lady a hundred-dollar bill when the other two weren’t looking. The bartender went through the first two trying to seduce her with no flashing, but old gray laid a smooth line on her and everyone in the bar got a look at fat bare tits for about five seconds.

But they weren’t close to what he had, Zeb thought while fighting a chuckle. Those bare ones popped out just as a tall, muscular Indian prowled into the bar. He looked lean, and he looked like the kind of man that didn’t take shit off anyone. He also didn’t glance once at those bare babies, and Zeb liked him instantly for that.

“Carly’s like my family,” Vincent growled at Zeb, as he stood next to Zeb but didn’t sit on a barstool. “
No
one fucks with her.”

Zeb was impressed. There weren’t many men who could say that to him and he’d believe them, but he believed Vincent. Vincent Whitehorse was not a man to fuck around with.

“I feel the same way, only I’m fucking closer to her than her family,” Zeb uttered. “I hear you might understand how it is that Carly and I got to know each other so fast, because you and your new wife had the same thing happen to you. It’s how you met her.”

Vincent’s lean features did not show surprise, but his dark eyes narrowed, and he growled lowly, “No shit.” Then he swung onto the stool beside Zeb and whipped off his black cowboy hat to plant it on the bar. “Carly didn’t say, and I can’t say I’m surprised at anything that dick Shaw will do,” Vincent said.

Zeb leaned on the bar, drilling Vincent with his gaze. “I’ll be clear,” he told Vincent. “I made Carly give up dealing with this thing to me, but she’s wondering what’s happening and not pushing it for now. The reason I asked her to let me handle it, without any questions, is because of things I’m seeing adding up in a very bad way ever since I met Carly, while we both watched our spouses lip-locked and figured out they were screwing us over. I knew mine was dicking me over since my bike crossed Kansas looking for her ass—Carly, I’m not so sure she even thought there was an affair, but she did know something wasn’t right and she was holding it close and not letting him all the way back in.”

“Fuckers,” Vincent ground out. Then a beer slid in front of him and he nodded to the bartender, who backed off quickly, likely hearing Vincent’s curse.

“Yeah, fuckers,” Zeb agreed, taking a slug of his beer.

“So you two that tight?” Vincent asked.

“I know you’ll ask her and I know what she will say,” Zeb said. “What she won’t know is what I am telling you now. She’s
the
one for me and I’m damn glad I can kick my unfaithful wife to the side and put Carly on the back of my bike.”

Vincent sneered at him. “I been there, brother, and I’ll give you some time to see if you can back up those words and to see if Carly wants them backed up.”

Zeb nodded. “I’d expect nothing less. While you’re doing that, let’s put our heads together over why in one day my babe had her car go out of control with no brakes, and then she was caught in a deserted arena with a live fucking bull.”

The entire bar snapped into silence at the sound of Vincent’s snarled curse.

Five minutes later they were outside the bar standing next to Vincent’s truck, which had a WTSF logo on it, while Vincent talked into his cell sharply, saying, “This is not even a fucking favor, O’Neil, it’s Carly and it needs done
now.
”

Vincent had told Zeb that he had a friend in the system who would look into Shaw’s background and give them advice, as the circumstances were out there on the far side of what a novice or mere PI could handle. Zeb had figured Vincent was vague about this O’Neil’s actual job description for a reason.

“Yeah right, man, I’ll calm down,” Vincent muttered, with his black eyes glittering dangerously, looking off in the distance. “We don’t have something quick, I’m taking him out, then we’ll fucking talk about it.”

Zeb was glad Vincent was fierce about it, but Zeb knew they had to walk softly to snare their target, otherwise they’d lose him in the legal system, if he was the bad guy. First they had to prove he was a bad guy, while keeping Carly covered. He’d already told Carly she was not to leave work without him. She’d looked like she wanted to ask why, but then had bitten her lip and kissed him hard instead.

Giving it up to him.

Like he needed.

Man, he hadn’t known how much he needed it until he’d gotten it. But having his woman trust him and look to him to take care of shit was a damn good feeling, and something he’d realized he wanted in his life from now on.

Zeb waited to see if Vincent would back down before he had to make him back down, but being a sniper had taught him not to jump quickly, unless immediately necessary.

“Two hours at Hidden Canyon Pipestove, and I won’t fucking ask why you’re out so far. We’ll look at her car on the way. See you, brother.”

Zeb relaxed his stance—it seemed they had a plan that didn’t involve taking Shaw out ... yet.

Vincent snapped his cell case shut and drilled Zeb with his gaze. “My man’s undercover, but he’ll bring us what he can find and give us a direction.”

Zeb nodded. “I don’t know much about the investigation business, but do you have a way to look into her financial records? This bank?” Zeb handed Vincent the bank statement he’d taken from Carly’s the day before. “And this insurance policy.” Zeb pulled back the bank statement to show the insurance envelope. “Like to know if that’s her signature, who is the beneficiary, and what date it was set up. I asked Carly about life insurance, without spooking her, and she doesn’t think she has any.”

Zeb watched Vincent’s lips pull back as he cursed under his breath. “It pains me I’ve been missing this,” he uttered, as he took the letters from Zeb.

Zeb rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, man, it’s unbelievable shit to think, so don’t beat yourself up over it.”

Vincent growled but nodded, and he looked in the insurance envelope. “You’ve not been around her long enough, but I have, and this is
not
fucking Olive Oyl’s signature.”

In Vincent’s truck as they drove to examine Carly’s car, before they went out to meet O’Neil, Vincent explained the nickname he’d used for Carly was an old joke between them. In this situation, Zeb was glad that Carly had people to watch her back, but he was taking over that position now. He just had to do it smart and not impulsive, like his blood was pounding for him to do—like go beat the hell out of Shaw because the bastard could be trying to kill his wife.