Their Ex's Redrock Midnight (Texas Alpha) (21 page)

It isn’t good at all,
she thought. She couldn’t figure out why Rick would do that. Maybe that was why she got distracted by the feel of big, badass biker Zeb Andersen’s broad hand holding her nape, while an inner shiver proceeded to melt through her. Her eyes widened in surprise of the feelings.

She was crazy betrayed, off balance, bitter, and angry ... so why would his touch affect her?

No way he was her type—he was
too
“male.” A man like him would eat her up and spit her out, which made her wonder about his wife. She had to be some kind of woman to get badass, virile Zeb and Rick both wound up in her.

Carly did hate her. With that thought, she
really
hated her.

She finally moved from the comfort of Zeb’s hand, and she stood, saying, “Okay, I’m going to confront his ass.” She swung toward the park, then Zeb’s hand once again melted onto the indent of her waist.

“Nope,” he clipped.

Just as she was saying, “It was good to meet you, even under the damn circumstances.” Then she realized what he said as he hauled her back to the seat of his hog. “What’d you say?”

She might have glared at him, and his hand did not leave her waist, where it burned right through the little, airy sundress she had on. “Nope,” he repeated, as if that were enough, while she watched his intense blues eyes scanning the area.

“I need more than just nope, Zeb,” she advised him.

“We’re not confronting them,” his very deep voice informed her.

She grabbed his tee shirt, tugging until he looked at her. “I am,” she stated.

“No.”

“Yes,” she enunciated. Then she added, “He’s not getting away with this.”

“Get on back of my bike,” he ordered.

F
inn checked the clock on the wall behind the front desk of his motel called Rowdie’s : seven twenty-one in the morning. He looked down at the gun he’d just finished loading and he pulled back on the hammer of his Glock, hearing the overly loud sound of a load hitting the chamber. Finn checked the safety again and then stuffed the gun into the back waistband of his jeans, pulling his black Henley over it as his gaze rose.

Almost over.

“Shit,” he cussed, seeing his fucking wife’s car entering the parking lot. He’d called her last night, after not speaking to her for months, and told her
not
to come to Rowdies that morning. He’d not been nice about it. He thought he’d made a fucking impression on her that that morning of all mornings she needed to stay the fuck away. She knew what he did and she
knew
he was fucking undercover so why did she never fucking listen.

“Jesus, help me,” he muttered under his breath, moving from around the counter. He couldn’t stop her because he’d break his cover. Finn clenched his fist thinking she probably wasn’t going to get hurt, just swept up in the trouble. He could break her free of it after it all went down.

Then he watched a tall dude in a suit get out of the car with her. Finn thought maybe a little fucking justice would be served to Katie and her new lay by getting tangled up in shit that was likely to scare the crap out of them.

“Yeah,” Finn muttered as his gaze checked the police tactical positions around his sleazy motel. They were all locked, loaded, and ready to go. Finn could hear it in his ear piece. The call through the ranks that the tall dude was not one of the tangos they were looking for.

But his wife and the guy lingered outside while Finn’s eyes narrowed, watching Katie roll up on her toes to kiss the guy. The guy liked it, stupid fuck, and he grabbed her ass in two hands bending down from his height to do it.

“Fuck,” Finn growled, prowling in a circle once, feeling edgy and wrung tight. Katie was deep throating the guy with her tongue for Finn’s benefit because she knew he’d be looking. Finn didn’t really give a shit about that, about her games, he was wired because he was ready to go.

“Where is fucking Creed?” he uttered.

Then he saw her.

And he’d never seen the woman before.

And he knew that because he sure the shit would have remembered. She had tits and ass like a dream with thick dark hair and lips that even at distance looked curvy, attractive, and extremely feminine. But the lady ... and Finn paused in his perusal a second to wonder what the fuck a lady like her was doing by his motel creeping by his side window. Her eyes were all for his wife and the dude making out. Then because the window was right across from him, Finn saw her hand lifting to her lips to stifle an obvious wail.

Finn’s gaze jumped from the babe to the couple, doing the hot and heavy, then back to the babe with tears running down from her incredible dark lashed eyes.

Then it slammed him: who she
had
to be.

Coco nearly collapsed. She’d been looking for her husband for weeks, afraid he was murdered in a ditch or backroom somewhere, looking for him and just holding back her hysteria. And now to see Gordon
finally
. But Gordon had a slender blond woman hauled up his tall body and they were kissing passionately.

“Oh my God,” Coco groaned into her palm. Passion? Gordon was
not
passionate? How could this be the outcome of Gordon’s disappearance? Maybe her mind cracked looking for him for so long? Maybe she was hallucinating that her husband was making out with another woman. Coco knew her and Gordon’s marriage was on a thin string, but this!

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 too —

“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 so 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 offices front door. Just as she was screaming bloody murder under his hand she heard sirens and saw flashing lights started up a commotion out front of the motel.

The man who 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 really 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 her head, watching in horror as a swat 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 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 take down 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 ear piece 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.”

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 chinned 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 did not 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 which said “fucking” all the time and looked like sinfully attractive bad boys did not happen in her world.

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