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.”
TWO ] THIS IS NOT PAYBACK.
Just 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.
The second Carly saw Vega with bruises, a busted lip, and torn dress, sitting on a curb of the Senta Hotel parking lot, Carly made a compassionate exclamation and rushed with him to Vega’s side. Cabe caught Vega when she threw herself at him, and he cracked more inside as he always did.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” Vega wailed, as if some uncontrollable outside force made her screw around like an alley cat.
Carly was trying to push Vega’s hair back to see her injuries, and Cabe caught Carly’s angry and concerned look. “It’s bad. Hospital,” Carly mouthed.
Vega was babbling at him about how messed up she was and how sorry she was. It was the same old crap he’d heard so many times before, and it made him sick. But she’d never been beaten before, and he was afraid to ask her about rape. Normally because of his work at WTSF he was calm under female crises, but he had too much emotion tied up in Vega—most of it no fucking good.
However, at that moment, she was still his wife. He’d made his vows: through good and bad. He could have divorced her to get out of the bad, but she kept promising him that she desperately wanted him and their marriage, and not these other men. He didn’t even know what it was she found in them that she couldn’t find in him or why she couldn’t stop, as if it was an addiction.
Cabe swung Vega up into his arms. “We’re going to the hospital.”
Hours later, Cabe sat in the nearly empty waiting room at the hospital holding a half-filled paper cup of cold coffee, while Carly sat by his side. Carly had been wonderful as usual. She was always good with the girls at WTSF. But she wasn’t happy with him, and he didn’t blame her.
A young doctor showed up, and they both raised their heads. “Mr. Santos?”
Cabe nodded, and the doctor continued, “Your wife has no broken bones, but a bruised rib and a concussion. We put stitches in her lip and five on a cut on her temple.” The doctor lowered his voice, “She claims that no rape kit is necessary, sir, but we find it is best if—”
“I know it’s best to get one. I’ll talk to her,” Cabe said.
The doctor nodded, not asking Cabe how he knew that, but it was through numerous times being at that hospital for the troubled young women he tried to help.
“We are keeping her overnight to watch the concussion.”
“Thank you,” Cabe muttered, standing and shaking the doctor’s hand.
“She is asking to see you,” the doctor added as he turned to leave.
Cabe started forward, but Carly’s hand on his arm stopped him. “When are you going to cut these crazy ties, Cabe? What would you tell any of our girls about getting away from destructive people dragging them down?”
Cabe slanted his lips with a bitter tilt; he saw only compassion and yearning in Carly’s eyes. “You’re right,” he finally said. “She doesn’t fucking love me and I need to get that.”
Carly winced at his harsh outburst, and Cabe could see that she understood he’d meant it for her too. They were not right for each other either. She swallowed, her eyes bright. He leaned forward to lightly kiss her temple.
“Thanks,” he murmured, then he turned to go see his wife.
Cabe realized coming out of Vega’s hospital room, after he’d convinced her to press charges and do a rape kit, that Carly didn’t hate him. Because Carly had obviously called Vincent Whitehorse for him, and Vincent stood across the hall from Vega’s door. Vincent’s cowboy hat was tilted down as he looked toward his boots while his long, straight black hair hung forward.
As Cabe approached, his head lifted. “We getting the bastard or letting the police do it?” Vincent asked, with hard lines on his face.
Cabe reached out and they clasped forearms. “Brother,” he uttered to Vincent being there, then while looking Vincent in the eye, he said, “Cops. I’m cutting loose of Vega as soon as humanly possible.”
Vincent’s expression barely faltered, but Cabe saw the surprise in his black eyes as Vincent uttered, “Righteous, brother. About fucking time.”
Then they went for a drink. He, Vincent, and Sam Blackfoot had known each other since they were in the same boys’ home together. Vincent had never been fostered out, but Cabe had gotten lucky at the age of ten to get placed with his foster mom. None of them were from the Redrock area, but it turned out Vincent and Sam’s tribe was, so they’d settled there.
Sitting side by side at the bar at Lulu’s, Cabe found he was asking Vincent in a low voice, “Could you do something for me without asking questions?”
Vincent didn’t hesitate: “As long as you’ll be my best man, brother.”
Cabe was startled, and he sat back on his stool, looking at Vincent. “No way. You mean it?”
Vincent gave him a nod. “I asked, she said yes.”
Cabe knew it had to be more than that and much more romantic, because Vincent was seriously in love with his woman, as she was with Vincent. But who wouldn’t love Tess? Cabe had even had a little lust crush on her. Now it seemed impossible that had ever happened.
He stood and grabbed Vincent into a hug. “Congratulations. I know this is the right thing for you, man.”
THREE ] WOULD HE UNTANGLE.
Rusty didn’t cry until she got into the shower, then she pounded her fist on the wet tile. How stupid was she! She decided she was pretty darn stupid, because the guy she thought she was lusting after would never have just left her without a word, after what they’d just had together.
“He might as well have left money on the table for the lay,” she muttered, angry and done with her tears as she dried off in the bathroom.
It was her fault. She’d known he was married. Unhappily or not, it was still married. There’d been seconds when he’d first kissed her into glorious submission that she’d told herself it was only going to be a quick sexual interlude. Heavens knew she needed to be laid, and she’d be lying if she hadn’t thought a tiny bit that maybe she could give Cabe a different perspective. But it hadn’t taken long for that to morph in her head into much more. Yards and yards more.
She knew she wasn’t imagining the intense connection that had exploded between them. She’d never let another man do what Cabe did to her. It was as if he was mastering her—and her body and mind dug it.
“Oh baby did I dig it,” she muttered while pulling on her black sports bra. She wasn’t without sexual experiences, but she’d never ever had sex as good. She could barely believe it had been her.
“Hell,” she muttered. She was going to go for a damn run—maybe it would keep her from going to find Cabe and slapping him in the face. Even as she put on her running shoes, she couldn’t reconcile the Cabe that had blown away her mind and body with the one that could just walk out on her without a word.
The first half of her run, she hated Cabe. During the middle part, she started trying to imagine having a crazy, cheating, flighty, and needy husband, which would be everybody in town’s accurate description of Vega. Rusty decided through the pounding of her feet on the pavement that it would suck and be all kinds of difficult. So maybe she could “get” that Cabe had to go and help or rescue his fickle, nympho, and deceitful wife. What Rusty couldn’t reconcile was the way Cabe left her without a word.
Sneaking out that way meant she’d been just a slut with a really hot guy, who had then walked all over her and not even paid for the privilege.
“Babe, seriously, you need to watch your surroundings.”
Rusty nearly squealed in surprise at Vincent Whitehorse’s voice snapping at her just as she ran up to the front door of her house while her head was down. Yes, and with her gaze totally on the ground and her not looking around at all. She was glad she didn’t stumble backward like an idiot.
Instead of acknowledging that Vincent was right, and because she was instantly concerned, she exclaimed, “Is Tess all right?”
There wasn’t much reason for Vincent to come alone to see her, except Tess, his woman, was her best friend.
“Yeah, she’s fine,” Vincent muttered while slinging off his cowboy hat. His pitch-black hair slid like silk forward on his shoulders as he got a badass look on. Rusty had seen the edgy male look before. It was hot. But then she realized, kind of sourly, that Cabe’s badass look was much hotter.
“Cabe’s hearing about this,” Vincent muttered.
What was that? Cabe would hear.
Rusty’s interest immediately spiked as she swiped her brow and did some deep breathing to slow her heart rate from her run, while Vincent glared at her.
“Vega Santos got beat up by the dick she was screwing. Hospital-worthy,” Vincent ground out like he was chewing gravel at her.
Rusty’s eyes widened while her heartbeat did a little flip of fear and awareness. That bad? “Why are you telling me this?” she asked in a whispered voice.
He shook his head. Meaning clearly he wasn’t going to say why he thought it important to show up at her house and give her that amazing and scary news.
“Tomorrow, you and I have an appointment together,” Vincent next ordered in his growled voice. Making Rusty stand immobile, in shock, then Vincent finished by blowing her world: “To put security into your taxi. Cameras, panic button, lockout switch, and whatever it takes to make you a no-fuck-with taxi driver.”
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