“I need him so bad, Rusty. You can’t break up our marriage.”
“Okay,” Rusty said, applying some lipstick. “I’ll give him back to you or whoever when we are done with our smoking-hot affair. Our thrill is still majorly happening. You’d get that—”
Vega made an angry, frustrated sound while Rusty set her lipstick down and fluffed her hair, then she turned and walked past Vega to get her killer heels. They were sparkly Zigi pumps with shiny pink satin uppers embellished with bright rhinestones. Stones also layered the entire five-and-a-half-inch heel and the one-and-a-half-inch double-stacked platform. They were so freaking sexy, they smoked.
Vega had her mouth open, ready to volley more crap, but the minute Rusty hauled out her heels, Vega sputtered, “They’re gorgeous!”
Shoes like hers could do that to a person, Rusty thought. “I know,” she whispered.
Vega shook her head of short, dark hair; she was slender, had a pixie cut, and was everything Rusty wasn’t. Since Vega seemed distracted and kind of mesmerized by the shoes, Rusty sat on the bed to put her heels on, and she casually asked, “So how the heck did you get in here? Only you could figure it out.”
Rusty figured complimenting her might get her further.
“I blew the kid at the front desk,” Vega muttered, watching Rusty finish putting on her shoes.
Rusty was kind of disgusted, but she didn’t let it show, as she said gently, “Vega, you’ll have to give me the key back.”
Vega hung her head. “You’re really going out with him tonight, dressed like that?”
Rusty thought her lying was for a good cause. “Yeah, babe. Like I said, we’re still in that adrenalin-lust stage.”
“He’ll come back to me,” Vega said, then she threw a key onto the bed and she turned and grabbed up her stuff. “I can look that sexy,” she declared.
“But why be married when you can play the field?” Rusty called to her retreating back.
“I just need him,” Vega muttered as she opened the door.
“It’s so unfair to him,” Rusty whispered, and she saw Vega’s troubled looked right before she left and shut the door.
“Whoa,” Rusty exclaimed. “That was unreal.” She grabbed her purse, her key, and Vega’s extra key and she headed to the door. “I need a freaking drink,” she declared.
Tess was sitting at the bar of the restaurant with a bottle of champagne and two filled glasses of the bubbly when Rusty entered. Rusty wondered about the champagne, because they drank mojitos and Jell-O shots when they went out, but the more important thing she had to get to was how fucking amazing Tess looked. Her babe had been shopping, and had obviously done it with Vincent’s credit card.
“Babe, ohmygod!” Rusty exclaimed, walking up and doing a hand sweep of Tess’ outfit and shoes.
Tess grinned as she stood, and she said, “Oh my God!” She swept her hand to indicate Rusty’s shoes.
Rusty hadn’t told her about the purchase yet. It had been a pity purchase right after Cabe snuck out when they’d first combusted together. Obviously, Tess had been holding back on her purchases.
“That’s freaking Jovani,” Rusty exclaimed as they hugged.
“I know,” Tess sort of quietly squealed. “Your shoes are Zigi Black Label!”
“I know,” Rusty quietly squealed back. “You look hot.”
“You know you do,” Tess told her.
Rusty couldn’t help but drool over Tess’ backless sequin dress. It was sex walking, and she was kind of wondering how Tess had gotten out the door and away from Vincent while wearing it. It was so borrow-zy time. They actually kissed each other’s cheeks—no air kisses—then they both got on the barstools.
“Champagne?” Rusty questioned, setting her clutch purse up on the bar top.
Tess blushed, and that was Rusty’s first clue as she sat forward, feeling something big coming.
Tess grabbed her hand. “I’m getting married, Rusty!”
Rusty squealed like a teenage girl, and she didn’t give a heck that she’d done it as she grabbed Tess close for a hug. “Oh my God, I’m so happy for you.”
She heard Tess saying, “They’ll be here soon.”
But Rusty rushed right over the top of Tess’ words. “When, how, where?” she asked, and whatever else was said was gone from her thoughts.
“It was about the time you’d just hooked up with Cabe and you were so twisted about it, I didn’t want to distract you,” Tess explained.
Rusty inwardly winced at keeping her best friend out of the loop of her and Cabe being really tight again. Mentally she swore she’d tell Tess later after it wouldn’t overshadow her friend’s exciting news. “I know you said yes, tell me how he did it,” Rusty ordered. She was so happy for Tess she could scream again.
Tess took a sip of her champagne, and with real live sparkles in her eyes, she said, “Well, he kind of didn’t ask, but in that really freaking hot way he has ... he told me we were.” By the look on Tess’ features Rusty could pretty much bet it happened before, during, or after smoking-hot sex. Now, she understood that being with Cabe. She also totally got the “he told her” part.
“But, Rusty—” Tess grasped her hand with suppressed excitement. “He did it with beads and feathers in his hair, when I came out of the bathroom naked”—she whispered the word naked—“he had an amazing blanket thrown over his shoulders that he opened up when he saw me. I just knew to step up to him and he closed the woven blanket around us. That’s when he told me I would marry him and he gave me a piece of silver for the bride’s price.”
“Wow, Tess,” Rusty whispered, then she realized, so she exclaimed, “Where’s the ring!” But then she added, “Unless his tribe doesn’t do rings.”
Tess laughed. “I have a ring I just didn’t want to wear it around until I told you.”
Tears came in Rusty’s eyes. “Oh man, babe,” she whispered at her best friend, who was more like her family, waiting to wear her ring out until she told her.
Rusty stood and bear-hugged Tess again. “I’m so happy for you.”
They went over the marriage proposal-command several times, as best girls will do, and each time they thought it was the best proposal-command ever. Tess asked her to be her maid of honor/bridesmaid. Of course. She said yes. Of course. They drank nearly all the bottle of champagne talking about the wedding, which both Tess and Vincent wanted to be small.
After Rusty was sure Tess’ moment would not be overshadowed, and she might have been a little tipsy when she said it, she leaned forward and whispered in Tess’ ear. “Cabe’s still spanking me, babe.”
“Oh, you’re so bad,” Tess exclaimed. “But I kind of know, because they’re coming in the door right now. He will be Vincent’s best man, of course.”
Rusty swung her gaze and legs toward the entrance. She steadied her hand back on the bar, and she wasn’t certain if it was the champagne or seeing two totally hot guys in suits coming her way. If she’d been a little irritated at Cabe keeping this from her, it was wiped away just drooling over him. He’d tamped his dirty blond hair down a little so the ends were riding his broad shoulders, and he had on a charcoal-gray suit with a black dress shirt, and the slacks were belted with a bronze buckle, while Vincent wore a black suit, with some kind of flaming western shirt underneath, and when he reached Tess he took off his black cowboy hat so his inky black hair slid over his shoulders.
Rusty’s gaze was locked on Cabe, but she heard Vincent’s deep voice saying, “Baby, we don’t leave this second, exhibitionism is going to be our new thing in five more seconds with my cock in you in that fucking dress.”
Rusty’s mouth opened in amazement at the same moment she was hauled up against Cabe and right into the line of his hard body.
Rusty heard Tess exclaiming, “Chief!”
Then, as Cabe grasped the back of her head, Rusty saw over his shoulder that Vincent had Tess’ hand and he was pulling her out of the restaurant bar. Tess skipped on her heels after him with
a look of excited pleasure on her face. Oh wow, that was so hot, Rusty thought, but then Cabe’s mouth was over hers.
Rusty moaned, wrapped her arm up over his shoulder, and out of one eye she saw Tess waving at her right before Vincent tugged her through the doorway. Then Rusty got lost in Cabe’s hot and urgent kiss.
When he finally lifted his lips from her mouth, she was dazed against him, as he murmured against her ear, “Damn, baby, that dress is hot.” He moved against the bar, corralling her in as he looked down her body. “I’m going to need to pay better attention to your tits, boo.” Then he leaned down against her ear while she quivered with lust and he revved her up more, as he growled, “You’re getting my cock in you while you wear nothing but those fucking heels.”
TWELVE ] MOVED ON, SUGGEST YOU DO TOO
He and Vincent had talked, and he was glad, Cabe thought, watching Rusty’s stunning cleavage rising up into his truck, where he’d lifted her slightly tipsy booty. Everything about her dressed to cock tease the world of men was making his very hard erection pound. But her fuck-me heels that flipped up when he set her on the seat of his truck—those made his cock even harder.
He’d never felt as charged.
He’d never felt the need to own sweet pussy like he did now, and after his man’s talk with Vincent he’d never felt more ready to man up to his woman. The talk with Vincent had been very enlightening, as Vincent had come clean about driving his sexual life with Tess across new boundaries. And how much Tess liked it.
They’d discussed spanking, and Vincent had said he’d just fallen into it with Tess, but after the first swat it had turned her on so much he’d done it again. Vincent had said by then he was into it and it kept the power shifted between him and Tess, right where he wanted it.
Vincent had also admitted he’d never done anything like it with Luna, but he’d realized meeting Tess that he should have been completely dominant in the bedroom all along. It was what he’d been missing.
Cabe had felt kind of raw hearing that from Vincent, because he was thinking he felt the same way—with the right woman. Vincent agreed that it took the right woman, then they’d talked about how far they should go or had already gone. Vincent said he was pretty damn bossy in bed, with not much compromising, but the key was that Tess was right there with him, but so turned on that he was certain at all times she was getting into it.
Cabe had told Vincent that he’d not exactly ordered Rusty to do anything except during sex to move here and there. Vincent had raised Cabe’s eyebrows and expectations by revealing he often ordered Tess naked at home, ordered her hands to stay raised on the headboard or he’d tie them, and she was often without panties because he liked access.
Each word Vincent had spoken had blown Cabe’s mind.
Then Vincent had uttered, “It’s a treasure Tess gives me. Never felt my world rocked so hard. Luna might have fucked my mind, but Tess brought me straight.” Then Vincent had added, “It fucking means a lot to me, Rusty could be doing that for you. Dragging you out of that hole.”
Cabe looked over at the woman that had thrown him out of the hole he’d been in, and she was singing with the radio, which she’d turned up full blast onto a country-western station. He was more of a rock guy, but the new country she was singing off key sounded pretty rock to him. His baby was drunk. And he fully intended to take advantage of her, but first he needed to feed her so she wouldn’t be so hung over in the morning because their dinner was cut short.
He did have to admit seeing Tess in that backless—nearly side-less—sparkly dress was fuck-worthy, but not as fuck-worthy as Rusty’s breasts or legs in the heels she was wearing.
“Love this song!” Rusty sang more. Then she really belted out the ending. “This ain’t my mamma’s broken heart!”
Cabe pulled his truck into the burger place as he chuckled. “You want a malt and some French fries, baby?” he asked her.
“Sure!” she exclaimed, then she undid her seatbelt and came sliding to him, where she grabbed his upper thigh, while he looked down on her luscious cleavage. His girl could fill out a strapless dress.
“We didn’t eat, did we?” Rusty slurred a little bit.
Cabe worked his arm around behind her and pulled her closer to his side. “We did not,” he agreed.
She leaned partially over his chest and fiddled with his collar. “I wonder if a chocolate shake goes with champagne.” Then she blurted, “You knew!” But, softer, she added, “You didn’t tell me.”
He moved his hand up the middle of her shoulder blades under her hair until he held her nape. “I thought it was for a good cause, sweetheart. I wanted Tess to be able to tell you.”
“That’s so sweet,” Rusty declared, and Cabe figured he was forgiven.
He played with her hair over her shoulder, then slid his hand down her side to her hip on the far side of him. A little burrow and he had creamy, warm flesh under his hand hidden by her skirt. “You have a thong on,” he whispered to her.
She nuzzled his neck. “A barely there lace one,” she murmured with her lips on his throat. Her hand found the side of his waist. “This suit is hot, Captain.”
Cabe thought she didn’t realize what she’d called him as he played his finger along the front edge of her thong by her inner thigh. “Glad you like it, boo,” he muttered, feeling the bare heat at the very top of her mound. “You can take it off me later. Slowly,” he said.
Rusty moaned and nibbled his earlobe a little. Then he was just going to explore further with his fingers when the outside waitress announced by his open window. “Malt and fries for slot five!”
Rusty and he broke apart as he turned to the window to see the waitress attaching the tray, but the next second he frowned deeply. The petite waitress was just turning away when he grasped her wrist. “Where’d you get the busted lip and black eye, sweetheart?” he asked as gently as he could.
He saw a look in her dark eyes that he’d seen a hundred times before, so he knew before she lied to him that she was going to lie, while Rusty sat up next to him, watching them, with her back nearly in the radio.
“Swinging door at work here,” the waitress said defiantly, then she added, “As if it’s any of your business.”
Cabe knew the feeling he was feeling; he’d felt it a hundred times before—it was edgy frustration that always came with getting a young woman to admit they needed help, when they were still in denial mode. There was no quick cure for it that he could break through to her, damn it.
“Either you think he is all that or you’re afraid of him, girl. But either one of them is a fucked reason to let him bust your pretty face,” Rusty declared, quite loudly.
The girl, in her early twenties with curly, light red hair and the face of a model, if it weren’t bruised, looked at Rusty as if she’d lost her mind. “And it’s definitely none of your business,” the waitress—whose nametag read, “Angel”—announced while pulling her wrist free of Cabe’s hand.
Cabe watched Rusty get in one parting shot before Angel dashed away from the confrontation: “Free taxi anytime you need it, Angel! Free taxi to safety, and I got some badasses will kick his ass!”
Cabe hauled Rusty up against him, stopping her yelling. “You got badasses, do you?” he asked.
She smiled sweetly at him, patting his chest. “I do, and you know because you’re one of them.”
He chuckled, but tried to be serious. “Baby, I’d never beat another man down. It’s not professional.”
“Oh, Cabe,” Rusty declared. “I believe that of you, Vincent, and Tag like I believe Angel got that beat-up face from a door.” She patted him again. “I know it must be a secret, though, so I won’t blurt it out when I am drunk again.”
He finally kissed her quiet, but when he lifted his lips off hers, he said, “We’ll leave one of your business cards on the tray when we leave.”
Rusty kissed him as an answer, then they sat back and ate their fries, while drinking their chocolate malts in between, and R
usty declared it was decadent. He thought “decadent” was going to come later.
That was until he looked across the drive-in spot they were parked in and he saw Vega staring at him. He nearly cringed with guilt, until he strongly shoved that emotion aside because he had nothing to feel guilty about. Still, he didn’t tell Rusty that Vega was watching them, and then a little devil started working on him, so he turned and pulled Rusty closer so he could start necking with her. Rusty was all for it.
Rusty moaned with her eyelids falling open from bliss—to stare straight at Vega Santos. Freaking a-gain. Would this woman not get outta her way? Cabe’s lips burned along Rusty’s jaw toward her ear. He had to be oblivious to Vega standing right by their tray in the open window of the truck.
Vega’s exclaimed, “Baby, the water heater exploded at home! There’s water leaking everywhere! I’m terrified it’s going to ignite. You have to come home!”
The moment Vega’s shrill voice sounded, Cabe turned to stone in Rusty’s arms, and Rusty could just feel the aura of anger start emanating from him. She started to get out of his way, because she was certain he needed to leap out of the truck and follow Vega to the disaster. But Cabe’s arm became an iron band around her, holding her to him.
Without even looking back to Vega, he growled, “Don’t give a fuck.”
“But the water!” Vega cried.
To this Cabe uttered, “Mop it up.” Which blew through Rusty’s hair, where they were embracing, and let Rusty get a full view of Vega, who looked like her head might explode along with the suspect water heater.
“But Cabe! The house, the floor, will be ruined. I need your help.”
Rusty felt Cabe slowly releasing her, but still keeping her latched to his side. He turned to look at Vega and Rusty felt him stiffen, but his stony features didn’t show it as he did a head-to-toe over the “come fuck me” outfit Vega had on.
“You always wear shit like that during emergency water heater runs, Vega?” he asked, and not nicely at all.
Rusty could give Vega one thing: she had a great body, and every line of it was revealed in the skintight, shimmering and freaking hot pink-colored tube dress she was poured into, along with six-inch platform heels.
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