Their Ex's Redrock Midnight (Texas Alpha) (2 page)

His cock
took
over.

Out of his mouth leaped, “Wanna
fuck
you, beautiful violet eyes
.
” Cabe was inwardly stunned, but outwardly he felt an amazing kick of empowerment, so he fiercely growled, just so Rusty would know he wasn’t fucking around. “Now.”

No way.

No.

No
way.

No.

“Yes.”

Then before Rusty got the stupidest affirmative sound she’d ever made barely out of her mouth, she had Cabe Santos’ lips, instantly the
best
mouth ever ... ohmyfreakinggod, hot over her lips in a mind-blowing and scorching kiss. What? Then she forgot to think about anything smart. Like she didn’t know him, he wasn’t the kind of man she’d put down on paper she was going after now, and she wasn’t a slut!

However, Cabe’s mouth had super powers that blasted common sense right out of her brain and body, making her moan and lean forward so she could kiss him even deeper. Her fingers curled into his sexy hair, until she was tugging the thickness, and she realized it was the perfect length because it helped her move his firm lips where she wanted them to go. She didn’t care that her tummy was halfway over the seat and her jean-short-covered butt was up in the air, pointed out at the old ferry landing and pier.

The thing about Cabe’s mouth, which she’d never experienced before, was the urgency and heat of it. His mouth was powerful, dominant, and intoxicating over hers as she succumbed to its firm, drugging motions. Then Cabe hooked the small of her back and tugged her over the seat on top of him in the back seat. She landed between his outstretched thighs, right against the very hard impression of his erection. Just as she sucked her breath inward, his tongue took over her mouth with deep, sweeping attacks that she could only follow, lost in the heavy, passionate sensations.

She moaned, so noisy Cabe had to know she was freaking into it, and she felt his wide hands moving up under her tank top along her back.
Yes, baby.
The next thing she knew, because she screeched it, it felt so brilliant, was her bra was unhooked and her tank top was pushed under her pits, while Cabe’s hot lips twisted over her aching nipple. She snatched his head, digging her fingers into his hair as he nipped the point of her nipple to near pain, then he suckled it afterward, making her hips shimmy while she panted.

What was that?

Ohmygod.

“Fuck yeah,” Cabe growled over her nipple, then he did it again and she bucked beneath him, where he’d turned her onto the back seat. As the bite and pleasure kept attacking her nipples, one after the other, Cabe continued to pull her tank and bra up over her head, and up her arms, stretching them above her head. Then he stopped, leaving her wrists confined in the clothes, while he scooped his hands around her bare breasts. It-it-it
was amaz
ingly hot.

“Look at me,” he demanded, in a voice so clit-clenchingly forceful it had the power to uncramp her eyes to see the hot, earthy lust in his deep brown eyes as he twisted her nipple tightly, watching her reaction. She whimpered and her body bowed under him. “Yeah, baby,” he uttered, doing both again as he straddled her.

“Cabe,” she hissed, her mind blown with feelings she’d never felt before.

With his fingertips twisting her nipple points and her letting him while her arms were basically supplicated above her head, he growled in the sexiest deep voice, “Going to lick your hot little pussy.”

He dived for her jean shorts with his wild blond hair hanging forward.

“No, Cabe,” she gasped. “Let’s just do—” He had her shorts down her thighs while she struggled to get her arms out of the clothes wad.

“Cabe, really I’m not so good at this-s. Oh!”

Cabe had Rusty’s knees bent to her chin as he licked her pretty pussy again, and the returning moans she made were ones of wonder and uncontrolled arousal. His fucking wife
never
let him do this. For some reason, that was an anthem for him to do it, and not take no for an answer. So he did. Deeply.

He was rough, because he was scared Rusty would make him stop and he could
not
let that happen, he needed it so damn badly. It seemed the edgier he was, the more turned on she was, and the more he liked it. So he dove in, being rougher and more forceful than he would have been with his fragile wife, who would have started crying by then, if he’d even gotten that far. But Rusty was sturdier and a much more sexual woman.

She was close to coming, writhing beneath his mouth, trying to pull his hair out, while she panted his name repeatedly, higher. Before he knew why, he spanked her ass with his mouth, sucking over her soft, hot slit as he worked her clit tightly. The spank resounded in his ear and it pounded through his aching and hard cock. Beautiful Rusty mewed excitedly, pushing her mound in his face, so he did it again.

Ten good, healthy spanks later and she climaxed hard with a taste he’d never tasted before coating his tongue. It was as if her cream squirted in his mouth, and it drove straight to his cock.

Cabe pulled Rusty up and over him as he sat back on the seat and she searched urgently in his jeans. The moment her hand curled over his bare cock, he groaned with his head falling back. It’d been so long since any woman had touched him like that. Rusty nibbled down his throat while pulling his rigid erection to her wet center, and the heat of her melted over the head.

One of his hands had her rounded bare ass, pushing her forward, while his other hand was curled into her thick auburn waves. He tugged her mouth to his tongue, sweeping inside, as she slid down over his cock. He thrust upward, bouncing her as he tongued her deeply.

Normally, he was controlled during sex, but at that moment he was out of control. Thrusting like a piston upward, while Rusty squealed passionately into his mouth. She was unraveling for him, and he’d never felt a woman so deep into him before. He came so hard that he yelled it into her mouth. He was gutted as she fell on top of him and they panted hard for long minutes.

When he could think, he thought about how it was a crappy way to impress her. He wasn’t certain he lasted long enough for her to come with intercourse. But then something happened that riveted his attention.

“Not sure we should have done that,” Rusty groaned, then she started to push on his chest. “I need to take you home—”

Oh fuck no
, the words exploded in Cabe’s mind and then they surged through his desperate cock, which instantly became hard, pushing up inside Rusty’s slick heat, while he held her from rising. “
No,
sweetheart, we
are
doing that again.”

Cabe planted his mouth over Rusty’s protesting lips while his fingers started rubbing her clit between their bodies, until she stopped trying to get away from him and she started attacking him again.
Yeah, baby
. He took her on the seat, mission style, then he got her to crawl up on her knees and he thrust into her from behind while he crouched over her, because of the low car roof. It made it carnal, because he could growl in her ear as he thrust.

“Grind that hot pussy on me, baby,” he rasped.

“
C. C.
Cabe,” she cried.

“So slick on my cock. Come on, Rusty, fuck me. Yeah, baby,
faster
.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Cabe hooked his hand over Rusty’s hip and pressed his fingertips onto her clit. She screamed, losing her rhythm while climaxing around his cock, and he held her up to his rapid thrusting.

Later, Rusty lay on top of Cabe while he leaned against the back door of her taxi. Her back was to his chest and his legs were stretched across the seat with her in the middle of them. He still had his tee shirt on ... she was nude and their clothes were strewn around the backseat area. Cabe’s heartbeat was loud as she listened to it gradually slowing while he played with her hair and the side of her bare hip.

Rusty was pretty dazed and definitely not in her right mind after three freaking amazing orgasms of the rated class-A type. Toe-curling, mind-blowing, and the feel-it-in-her-soul kind. Kinds she’d never known existed.
Three!

She’d already done the noble thing once earlier, trying to leave him, with no strings, and Cabe hadn’t let her. But she couldn’t imagine any scenario where he wasn’t having regrets, because he
was freaking
married.

The only part about all of that was she didn’t want him to leave. Within one short afternoon she’d fallen head over heels in lust with Cabe Santos.
Ohmygod,
what had just happened was so stunningly hot.

Had he really spanked her? Had she really climaxed to those spanks? Freaking
yes.
Had he taken her three ways? Yes. Had he talked dirty to her while doing it? Yes!

Was there anything else a woman needed in a man?

No!

So yeah ... she was dazed.

Cabe took her hand to entwine their fingers, and she melted. He played with her hair, circled her ear with his finger, and his lips kissed her damp temple. She was a puddle. Cabe’s puddle.

“You’re taking me home,” he uttered. Rusty’s heart seized and her Cabe puddle started to dry up. “We’re going to do this again.
Slower.
”

Her breath seized and her eyes grew bright while she squeezed his tee shirt between her fingers, and she whispered, “Okay, Cabe.”

J
ust inside the closed door to Rusty’s one-story bungalow house, Cabe tore her clothes off. Yeah,
tore.
There was intensity and fire in his gaze as he did it. She didn’t think they were going slow this time as he hauled her naked body up into his arms and he strode to her bedroom, where he kicked the door open.

In the middle of the night he’d gone slow. For about an hour, he’d licked and caressed her body while he’d held her wrists together so she couldn’t do anything but take his slow intensity. The first time they’d banged like bunnies on top of the bed, until he’d flipped her over, and then grabbed her wrists into the small of her back. Then he’d taken her fast and deliciously hard from behind.

Every one of her outrageous moans had told him how much she’d loved it.

Later she’d fallen asleep on top of him, and then even later she’d woken with his tongue licking over her buttock. From there tortuous, pleasurable hours occurred, until he’d slid inside her, while she’d climaxed so hard she swore she might have gushed in little spurts over the base of his cock.

Through the night she’d been in a Cabe Lust Daze, but she’d heard his cell vibrating calls, which he’d ignored. She’d been too blown away to care, until she’d woken in the early morning, sideways in the bed with her body a lush pile of repletion.

“You don’t
get
to fucking know where I am.”

Rusty’s head jerked off the bed while she willed her ears to hear more clearly.

“This is
not
a payback ploy, Vega.”

Rusty cringed, rolling and grabbing the sheet with her. She could see Cabe’s muscular bare back through the partially open French doors to her bedroom. He had his jeans on and he was obviously trying not to be loud and overheard.

“I didn’t say I was fucking divorcing you,” his voice growled.

Rusty opened her mouth on a silent gasp as her fingers tightened around the sheets.

“Jesus Christ, why do I always have to be the responsible one,” he uttered.

Rusty cringed, realizing Cabe was turning his body toward her. She flew back down onto the bed, pretending to be asleep while she thought: she should confront him and stand naked him in front of him, looking gloriously fucked by him and making it glaringly not easy if he was going to toss her aside as a quick lay. Her knuckles found her mouth to keep her from whimpering.

“Just stay there, damn it, I’ll come get you,” Cabe muttered.

Rusty pretended to be asleep while Cabe gathered his clothes, and then he left without once touching her to tell her he was leaving. She let him go. Basically because he was married and she’d acted like nothing but a slut with him.

Cabe couldn’t get a hold of Vincent Whitehorse, his friend and boss at Whitehorse Training and Security Facility. It was a charity both he and Vincent ran for young women in trouble: a place for them to go to straighten out their lives. Vincent was his best friend, but Cabe’s call went to voice mail, and his damn truck was back at Redrock. No way was he waking Rusty up to drive him. He was being a lowlife to her as it was. He just didn’t know how to explain it to her, and he had to get to Vega quickly.

He called Carly next. She volunteered as the office manager and den mother to the young women WTSF helped.

When Carly pulled up to Rusty’s house, Cabe was relieved, but the stark look on her face stalled him. But he had to ignore it because he needed to get to Vega. Carly was always cute and she had a style all her own. This time she was wearing a light blue baseball cap with her blond ponytail swinging out the back. Sunglasses covered her eyes and she wore a summer dress. Her lips were turned down and seriously frowning at him when he got in the passenger side of her car.

“I know whose house
this
is,” she growled at him, in a tone he’d never heard her normally sweet voice using before. “This is seriously uncool,” she muttered.

Cabe’s chest tightened. He’d known for a long time Carly might have undeclared feelings for him. In his desperation, it hadn’t occurred to him what he was asking her to do.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Vega needs me or I wouldn’t—”

“I don’t know what I
ever
see in you, Cabe Santos,” Carly declared, with disgust hissing off her lips.

“Can you just take me to Senta Hotel as fast as you can,” he muttered, then he sat stiffly and stared out the window. Maybe when Carly saw why he’d done it, she’d ease up.

When Cabe got to his wife Vega, he could see she’d been roughly handled. The guy she’d been screwing in the hotel had beaten her up. They’d gotten drunk, and then they’d gotten into an after-sex argument, only Vega had misjudged the dude’s adoration.