Their Ex's Redrock Serial Bundle 1-4 (22 page)

Tess blinked, trying to come out of her Vincent-lusting haze. Then she sat and crawled to the end of the bed, reaching to pull the drawer open. Her hand touched softness, then hardness, as she grabbed it. Sitting back on her heels, she looked down. It looked like a pair of little pink lace panties but there was something semi-hard in them.

“What is this?” she asked him, puzzled.

“You put those panties on and fit them tight against your pussy,” he ordered. She knew that tone and he wanted her obedience without question.

So she hooked the cell under her chin, lay back, and stuck each foot through a hole in the panties. Once she did this and was pulling them up she realized the semi-hard thing was in the crotch. Pulling higher, it fitted right to her slit.

“Oh, Chief,” she murmured, partial realization coming to her. An instant later a vibration attacked her slit.

She squealed, startled, then instantly moaned afterward at the stimulating feel.

“I got the remote, baby, and I’m keeping it all day,” Vincent informed her.

Wireless vibrating panties! Ohmygod.

He did her there in the bed. Turning the vibration on and off. Torturing her, until she was begging him to come. “Please, Chief,
please
.”

He finally took her over the gasping top and she could hear him groan an ejaculation too.

Then later, after her shower, she slipped the panties back on, noticing it was a thong. Tess nearly put on jeans just to challenge him, but that would lose her pleasure too, so instead, she put on a really short skirt.

She couldn’t believe he was keeping the remote all day. It was really very hot. In the kitchen she grabbed him, kissing deep, then telling him, “This is
so
hot, Chief.”

He grabbed her ass, flipped up her skirt and stood back to look at her in the panties he’d bought.

“Fuck,” he growled; the next second she was lifted and perched on the island.

The vibrator was on before she could protest and he scooted her back. “Lay down,” he ordered.

She couldn’t do anything but moan and quiver with the vibe attacking her pussy. As she lay back he lifted her legs onto the granite top. “Open ’em for me, baby.”

His hands moved her thighs open as he stood between her heels caught on the edge of the granite top.

“Chief!” she squealed when he sent the vibrator to a higher buzzing she’d not known it could do. It arched her up with her body undulating.

“Oh, God, baby, baby. I
need
your cock so bad,” she cried.

Vincent realized his mistake. He’d not intended to get carried away in the kitchen, but only looking at the vibrating panties he’d gotten Tess had sent him into having to see her laid out and getting off on them. But the second he had her sleek thighs parted and he’d seen her undulating like a sex kitten on his kitchen granite top, he’d started to lose his control. He was a fool for playing so deep with that control, but the second Tess started begging him for his cock, he’d lost it.

Two seconds later, Tess’ panties were pulled to her knees and his cock was thrust inside her. He dropped the vibe remote so the panties were still buzzing as he pulled her off the counter with a heavy groan of intense pleasure and down onto his cock again.

The island was too high for him to stand and fuck her, so he set her ass on a stool. The panties at her knees would not let her legs lower around him. But he didn’t let that stop him. He just bent her thighs up tight. The lustful picture that made: his woman with her pussy surrendered to him. They could both see his cock plunging deep into her slit.

“Ch. Ch. Chief!” she cried, grabbing his forearms to steady her side-to-side motions. “Fuck me,” she screamed.

He did. He got tighter on her, latching the back of her neck, slapping the front of his hips into her with each rapid thrust that felt like liquid fire on his cock. He had to hold the chair from toppling, but it worked like a rocking piston as he groaned harshly. Tess was gone, hotter than he’d ever seen her, begging him for his cock to fuck her harder.

She came so hard on him it dragged his cock tight and he exploded seconds after as he continued to stab forward, wringing every sensation he could out of it. He realized the grip he had on her neck and he tried to relax it as the sounds of the vibrator buzzed between them.

“Chief,
no
more waiting,” Tess demanded, then she pulled him down to kiss him with her tongue.

After he helped her cleaned up, got the vibrator turned off but the panties back on her, he agreed with her. Leaning against the counter with her leaning against him. Her fingernail traced his bottom lip as she looked at it.

“No more waiting on sex,” he agreed with her, and he watched her lips turn up in a smile.

He knew what they were both thinking. It meant a real relationship between them. So he put a stamp on it. “Tess, you need to do something in here. Put your stuff around or use my card to buy what you want.”

“Here?” Her nail left his lip and she looked around, while still body melded to him. “Like decorate?”

He nodded. “This place will be ours, if it’s all right with you.”

Then Tess outright exclaimed, jumping against him so he had to steady her, “I
love
your kitchen, Vincent! Just love it!”

He chuckled. He’d not known that, he’d just told the lady he’d hired to decorate to give him the best. But he guessed that was Tess’ way of saying yes. He was just about to kiss her on it, when his front bell rang.

Tess pushed out of his arms. “I’ll get it.”

He caught her wrist, holding her back. “It’s unusual to have anyone show up here, baby,” he told her. “Let me get it.”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip, but she stayed back as he went to look out the door window.

“Shit,” he cussed.

Just then a yelled man’s voice could be heard: “I demand to see my wife, Whitehorse. Now!”

“Steven?” Tess questioned behind him.

Vincent put his hand on the doorknob, but turned back to Tess, asking, “You want to see him, Tess?”

She looked like she definitely did not, but after a huge sigh, she said, “I guess I better.”

He nodded, but told her, “Give me a second, beautiful.”

Then, before she could answer, he was out the door, backing up Navarro and shutting the door behind him.

“If you keep me from my wife, I will call the fucking police,” Navarro threatened, looking red-faced and smelling a bit like alcohol.

Vincent let the threat, which made him want to deck Navarro, slide by. Both he and Tess were going to have to deal with their ex’s for a while. Besides, he knew what Navarro was going to see in a second and that was a very happy woman looking well loved, as in just bedded by a man she had lots of feelings for.

“You might get to see her, but not unless you fucking calm down,” Vincent uttered.

Navarro was about to sputter more meaningless threats, but that stopped him.

Vincent stepped closer. “When you deal with her you
are
calm. If you're not calm you will
not
deal with her. You feeling me?” he asked.

Navarro looked sullen, but nodded. But then he added, “I need to see her alone.”

Vincent shook his head. “That’s never happening.”

“But she’s my wife! We have personal things—”

Vincent interrupted him. “You keep this shit up you will be speaking through lawyers and that’s it.”

“All right, all right,” Navarro exclaimed, obviously exasperated. “Man and his wife should be personal,” he muttered. “Not the new lay.”

Vincent shook his head; there were no words for the asshole that could come close to how screwed he was. So he let that slide also, and growled lowly, “You fucking respect her or we have issues.”

Then he opened the door and called Tess over.

While waiting for Vincent to call her to the door, Tess worked on messing up her hair so it looked as if she’d just gotten out of a bed that involved a wild sexual romp. (Which was close.) She unbuttoned her blouse, to show her bra top—looking down at herself, trying to figure out any other way to show she’d been busy ... as in very
busy
in bed.

Then, when Vincent opened the door and called her to it, she arrived complaining. “You got us out of bed, Steven!” She said his name really slow and exasperated. “I was almost to my third orgasm, this better be important,” she declared, glaring at Steven, who looked bowled over.

Vincent outright laughed, hooking her hip to his hip.

“You, you,” Steven sputtered, then he tried to clear his throat. “We
need
to talk,” he finally said.

Tess narrowed her eyes at him, while she stroked Vincent’s chest with one hand and she rubbed up against him. “I was ready to talk to you when you were too busy
screwing
Luna, Steven. Now, I’m busy and you wanna talk, you talk to my lawyer.”

Then, before Steven could answer, she said to Vincent, “Come on, baby, I owe you that BJ.” And she tugged him into a lip-lock that included hot tongue action.

She heard Steven exclaim her name, but then she and Vincent were inside with the door shut on him.

She lifted her mouth from Vincent’s. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe I needed to listen. I know it’s about money.”

Vincent grabbed her ass and lifted, so she wrapped her legs over his hips. “It was perfect, baby,” he told her. “Brilliant. If it’s money, I got money. Don’t worry. Your lawyer said nothing he does now gets in your bank account, right?”

Tess nodded. Vincent was right, and boy doing that to Steven had felt good. Then without thought she hugged him while exclaiming, “I love you!”

A second later she realized what she’d blurted out, and she froze, afraid she’d gone too quickly or revealed too much.

But Vincent grabbed the back of her head, pulling her lips to his, where he said, “I love you too, beautiful.”

“You
do
,” she exclaimed, but then he was kissing her hard, and carrying her back up the stairs.

She had a feeling they were going back to bed.

The End.

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R
usty popped her bubble gum as she sat in her taxi out front of the casino, hoping to pick up a paying customer. She tapped her nails on the armrest, looking at them as she blew another big pink bubble. The new thing was to have all your nails done in one color, but have one nail on each hand different and tricked out to the max. She’d even seen glued-on nail studs walking out of the nail salon. But she’d splurged on neon blue with yellow French-cut tips, and they looked—

“Fabulous,” she mused. This is what a girl spent her spare time on when her bestie was all tangled up with a new man. And her best friend Tess had found her quite a hunk of man too—he was Vincent Whitehorse. Rusty so approved. Vincent treated Tess like she was all woman, and all his.

Rusty sighed again over her friend. “Brat’s so lucky.”

The sudden opening of the back door of her taxi, on the driver’s side, startled Rusty out of her daydreaming. She hadn’t even noticed a passenger approaching.

Rusty grabbed the rearview to point it toward the new rider, then she gasped under her breath. Brown eyes, the color of dark maple, that made her want to look twice, looked back at her in the mirror.

“Ah ... hiya, Cabe,” she said, then she nervously popped her gum. She had reasons to be nervous—she didn’t know Cabe very well; only knew him since Tess and Vincent had hooked up and they’d been around each other on occasion. She knew his wife even less. But she knew Cabe’s wife enough to know she’d picked her up with another dude who was
not
Cabe, and then she’d driven them to—

“Tell me where you took them,” Cabe demanded.

Rusty had always thought Cabe was a handsome guy, in a bit of an edgy way, because of his shoulder-length streaked blond hair. He definitely wasn’t a suit or a cowboy. All pluses. But he wasn’t the new type of man she was set on picking, if any picking came about. She remembered when Tess had imagined them getting together. If Cabe were her new style of guy, his hair would be trimmed and his chin shaved and not looking like a cliff with a shadow. He’d be wearing collared shirts and not jeans with holes in them. He’d look more like an up-and-coming businessman, not like a down-and-out, cheated-on man. And he’d look nothing like any of the men in her life she’d chosen thus far ... because she was beyond determined to change her tastes.

Of course, she’d never been able to help but notice how hot Cabe was. She’d not be able to call herself female if she didn’t acknowledge that. Tess had told her about Cabe and his wife. After that, Rusty had placed him with what some of the town gossips were saying and then she’d been wondering what kind of an idiot his wife had to be for looking anywhere but at the very masculine Cabe Santos.

“Don’t even know you well enough for you to ask me that question, babe,” she shot back at him.

Really feeling for him because she’d had an old man (not married but they’d supposedly been committed) who had stepped out on her one time. That one time had felt like an arrow shot into her heart. So she could just barely imagine Cabe’s pain, because the rumor mills she’d heard around town was that Vega was two-timing him, and doing it way more than just once.