Their Ex's Redrock Dawn (Texas Alpha Biker) (24 page)

She placed her hand out to steady herself on the window of the motel office beside her. Maybe this was part of Gordon’s nefarious business dealings lately. Maybe the woman was forcing Gordon to—

“Don’t be an idiot,” Coco hissed at herself. But she deserved an answer and she was going to find one, no matter how much it hurt her. No matter how much it devastated her to run up on her long-lost Gordon while he was groping and kissing the blond.

Only Coco just reached the driveway when a big SUV squealed into it and past her while making her exclaim and totter backwards on her heels, it was that close. The noise from the SUV started to lift Gordon’s head, and Coco opened her mouth to scream at him.

But she never got a word out, because a very strong man grabbed her from behind, clamping a hand over her mouth and hauling her backwards. Coco could feel a muscular body like she’d never felt before, and she was so stunned she forgot to scream. She could barely believe the man could lift her, because she was not a slender woman. Then her survival instincts kicked in and she began to struggle as the man carried her right in the motel office’s front door. Just as she was screaming bloody murder under his hand, she heard sirens and saw flashing lights starting up a commotion out front of the motel.

The man—and she could only see the lower half of his face—had a pitch-black goatee and straight white teeth; those she could see because he was gritting them while he set her down quite gently against the wall. They were right by a large window looking out into the parking lot of the motel, but slightly concealed by a small portion of wall. His very large hand was still over her mouth while his tightly muscled body was pressed against her. It was making her mind spasm between feeling a man built like he was touching her while her stunned gaze was tracking events outside.

Then her captor growled in a voice that made her shiver, “That your man out there?”

She nodded, watching in horror as a team of police grabbed Gordon and the blond, but more of the police kept going toward the swerving SUV, which had nowhere to go.

“Hell,” her captor growled. “Are you apart of this fucking shit?”

Coca vehemently shook her head while he kept her mouth covered and she clutched his dark shirt at his sides. No, she wasn’t a part of any freaking shit. What did he think? That they all were a threesome or something?

“Eyes like that, I almost believe you.”

Coco’s gaze darted upward, and electric-green irises filled her vision, and then they made her moan for some insane reason. Could charged irises do that? Make a woman moan with one look? Then, because she was totally freaked out and she really had a right to be, she bit him. Then she shoved.

Finn moved a step back at the unexpected shove while he hissed between his teeth at the pain Sweet Tits was giving him with her pearly white teeth clamped in the meaty palm of his hand. Her eyes were like pools of brown, with the shape around them drawn in challenge, then surprise when she realized he was not budging. No matter how much his fucking palm hurt.

He drew his brow down and challenged her back as she pounded on his sides several times.

“That’s my fucking wife out there with your dick husband being swept up in a multi-agency law enforcement sting, Brown Eyes,” he rasped at her.

Her teeth loosened suddenly on his palm, but he kept his hand over her lush lips. That dickwad outside messing with his wife Katie was a fucking fool to want any woman over Brown Eyes.

“If the agents find out about you they will take you in immediately,” he informed her to her return shudder.

When he removed his hand, Finn expected her to scream questions at him about the takedown or accuse him of molesting her, but her pretty lips whispered softly, “You must be devastated, I’m so sorry.”

Finn opened his mouth to tell her he wasn’t sorry over anything his crazy wife did, since they’d been separated for over a year and he really didn’t give a shit, but the hollow banging sound of shots fired popped. Finn slammed against Brown Eyes, grabbing her to turn her away from the wall while he bear hugged her from behind.

“Shots,” he growled, to her frightened whimper, while her really fine ass was cradled between his hips.

His split-second thought was it had been too freaking long since he’d had a babe in his arms, right before he got to business. His earpiece was blaring with updates, which he said out loud for Brown Eyes’ benefit.

“Two suspects in vehicle. Shots fired from room one-ten. They’ve thrown a spike strip to pop the tires. Our cheaters are out of the immediate area. Both cuffed.”

“Gordon’s handcuffed,” Brown Eyes exclaimed, then she muttered, “I’m not sure I mind.”

Finn held her tight, but bent to her ear. “Fucking righteous, babe, they deserve it.”

More of her ass pressed around him hardening fast under his jeans as she leaned back to catch him with one brown eye. “Righteous,” she said with a small smile.

Another shot and Finn moved them in case it shot through the wall, but it hit glass somewhere that shattered as Brown Eyes exclaimed in fear.

“Just took down the driver and the shooter,” Finn reported, then he moved them so he could peer out the corner of the window on the other side. He saw part of the SWAT team herding men with their hands raised out of one of the hotel rooms. He turned so Brown Eyes could see, and that put him behind her with his head right above hers.

“Gordon picked a bad day to come here and cheat,” she muttered below him.

“You sure him being here is random?” he asked her.

From his vantage point above her he saw her catch her plumper bottom lip with her teeth; she smelled like lilies and some other scents he didn’t know but really liked.

She leaned into him and glanced back and up at the bottom of his goatee. “It is strange Gordon picking a motel like this one. I’d think he’d go to the casino hotel.”

When she looked back outside, Brown Eyes made a strangled sound because they both saw the three frightened and battered women coming out of one of the hotel rooms.

“Human trafficking,” Finn muttered. “I fucking knew it.”

“Gordon can’t be involved in something like this!” Brown Eyes exclaimed.

Finn hauled her around and grabbed her chin, making her look up at him. Man he could get lost in the brown of her eyes, he thought, right before he uttered, “Me keeping you out of this and out of going in with the rest of them”—he chin-nodded outside—“means you and I have to talk.”

Coco was freaking out on the inside, while on the outside she was trying to suppress the signs she was losing it. All the things that were happening just didn’t happen in her world. She lived in a suburb, drove a sedan, and was a boring housewife who tried to make gourmet dinners as a hobby to impress her not-so-impressed husband. Multi-agency stings, human freaking trafficking, and men that said “fucking” all the time and looked like sinfully attractive bad boys did not happen in her world.

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