Their Ex's Redrock Twilight (Texas Alpha) (Texas Alpha Series Book 4)

by Shirl Anders

  “Is that an engagement rock!” Coco exclaimed, grabbing Carly’s hand to look closer. Immediately, Coco saw that not only was it a huge diamond engagement ring, but there was also a—

  “We eloped,” Carly whispered.

  Coco glanced at Finn, who said, “Fantastic as hell. Congratulations, Mrs. Zeb—”

  Right then, Zeb prowled up, slapping Finn on the back of his shoulder as Coco squealed in excitement, grabbing another hug from Carly.

  Zeb said, “That’s Mrs. Zeb Andersen. She took my last name.”

  “Oh my Lord, how amazing,” Coco finally managed through her throat tight with happiness and excitement.

  “No one knows,” Carly said above everyone.

  “Yeah,” Zeb said. “We just got back from Vegas, where I convinced her to let it fly and get hitched.”

  “By Elvis,” Carly said, squeezing Coco’s hand. “At a Trace Adkins concert. Right on stage!”

  Coco gasped again, and she thought Finn might have too, but he hid the noise by clapping Zeb’s shoulder.

  “Yeah, Trace is a buddy,” Zeb said. “He’s done a few of my songs, so we kind of set it up until Carly had to do it.”

  “But I wanted to,” Carly said, as she moved to Zeb and wrapped her arms around him.

  “Then we had to get back to this place’s grand opening,” Zeb said.

  “Just this morning,” Carly added.

  Coco was a bit misty-eyed over how spontaneous and romantic it all was. They were the first people she’d met in town, and they had been on her side ever since.

  “I’m so happy for you,” she said, as Finn swung an arm around her and pulled her into his side.

  “And we are so happy for you,” Carly said, looking at Finn holding her like she was his for good.

  “And man,” Zeb said, looking at Finn, “I’ve heard some rumblings about bad dudes going down, and you are behind it.”

  Coco thought Finn looked as if he was going to brush it aside, so she jumped in. “He’s really ATF. Special Agent Finn O’Neil.”

  “Really?” Carly asked, surprised.

  But at the same time, Zeb said, “Hell, I knew it.” Finn looked at him as Zeb took his hand to shake, and Zeb said, “Knew it had to be something like that when I saw you out in the wilds.”

  They all wandered the new shop, seeing how wonderfully it was designed. Country rock played and there were amazing graphics everywhere, with a detail shop out back, which was so new that the checkerboard floors still shone.

  “This is really artistic, isn’t it?” Coco said to Carly, as they strolled behind their men, in front of them talking motorcycle language, which Coco only half understood.

  “It is,” Carly said. “I didn’t know until he started showing me. But I think he has an artistic soul underneath all that badassness.”

  That made them both giggle.

  Up ahead of them, Zeb was trying to talk Finn into another motorcycle with fluorescent blue flames down the side, when she and Carly stopped in front of a graphic on the wall. It was a black and white skeleton head with a rose clenched between its teeth.

  “So how will you tell everybody about eloping?” Coco asked.

  Carly fiddled with her blond ponytail. “It happened so fast, I haven’t figured that out yet.”

  Coco could see how it made a predicament. Did you tell your besties over the phone or in person? Did you tell them one by one or all at once?

  She pondered before she offered, “Well you could let it happen as you see each one of them, or you could announce it at the ball. They’ll all be there.”

  Carly nodded. “That’s a good idea, if I don’t see them first. I think over the phone is not so cool, and Zeb and I are just so busy at the moment.”

  But Coco did remind her. “If you see them, they will immediately see the huge diamond, babe.”

  Carly looked worried, but then she held up her hand to look at the sparkle as she smiled, looking very much in love.

  “It’s so beautiful,” she whispered.

  And it was.

  Then they got down to business discussing what they were going to wear for the ball.

  On the other side of the detail shop, Finn asked Zeb, “How in hell do you figure out what to wear to a damn charity ball?”

  Zeb chuckled. “With our women, brother, you have to step up big time. Because they go all out.”

  Finn frowned, but Zeb clapped him on the shoulder. “We get your measurements and Vincent has a tailor that can make a suit, which will look like those smoking leathers your woman has on, but with a dude’s class.”

  “No shit,” Finn muttered, thinking it sounded as if it was going to cost him a whack.

  Zeb said, “Man, it’s so worth it once you see them in their sexy bling. But, brother, plan an hour ahead, because I promise you, you will not get out the door sooner once you lay eyes on your lady fixed up to slay your dick.”

  Finn’s eyebrows rose.

  “Yeah, if you wanna be there at nine, tell her it’s eight, brother,” Zeb advised.

  Finn thought he’d best listen to the man who had married a babe just like his.

  “Will do,” he said. Then he suddenly felt himself anticipating it, rather than slightly dreading it.

  “You really take down a fucking mob boss, dude?” Zeb asked.

  Then and there, Finn finally felt better about being able to talk out in the open about that.

  Sixteen] He Had Sweetness Cuddled Up To Him

  Finn slid his cock deep into hot, slick pussy from behind. His baby moaned, still partially asleep, but waking up as he spooned her. He held her mound with his arm wrapped under her, and with his other arm wrapped over her, he played with her big breasts and spiky hard nipples.

  Damn, it was sweet.

  Black of night. Oh-dark-thirty. Probably like four, and the thought of hot pussy woke him up with a hard-on. Only this time he had sweetness cuddled up to him so that he could do something about that. Slide deep, warmth clasping him. Making him rumble deeper.

  Yeah.

  Hell yeah.

  He played with a hot little clit.

  Then he got a sassy ass pushed back at his forward thrust.

  Engage.

  “You fuck me,” he told her, biting lightly on her neck, enjoying the power trip. She moaned and obediently pushed back at him. Then he was cupping her hips, but it was her movements that were pumping over his hard cock.

  Faster.

  A little bit faster.

  “Don’t come,” he ordered, as she squirmed on his cock.

  She made a little distressed sound, at the same time she ground down on him, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming.

  “Please, let me come, Deek,” she begged him through a pant, and it made him hotter.

  “You fuck me good, we’ll see.”

  That got her even hotter as she moaned long and low, but her round ass started slapping his hipbones. He grabbed her mound again, feeling their connection pumping in and out, while she panted, “Please.”

  “I touch your clit, you can come. Not until then,” he growled, and he held her pussy tightly so that her pushing got more action on this cock.

  When he woke hours later, he was still planted deep inside her, while holding her tight against him. He’d come hard at four in the morning and he’d let her come along, and she’d come so hard, it had made his damn cock burn in a good way. He’d never had that happen before, and he’d never woken up still inside his hot woman.

  It had to be all the domination things they were doing. And didn’t he dig that.

  Finn moved a little, noticing his cock was fucking hard.

  Yeah, he dug the living hell out of it.

  So he rolled his babe under him and he started to get serious. But the very best damn thing about it all was he knew Coco was so into it, there was no way she was ever going to say no to him.

  All his baby was going to do was beg him for more.

  After he’d made her weep sounds so
intense that he’d had to soothe her back down to earth, he ordered her to make him breakfast nude. Shit was hot.

  Naked woman in his kitchen.

  Her hips and ass so curved, it was hard to concentrate, and her breasts so large, he nearly drooled. But he had to keep his act together and show he could hold out and be more powerful than her hotness slamming him. Besides, she had an I-am-so-horny-I-could-come glow going on. She dug it big time.

  Pancakes, syrup, and hard nipples.

  Only thing was—

  “Bella, how’d we get the fixings for pancakes?” he asked. He pulled her into his lap and started to feed her a bite of pancake. The woman could cook, and wasn’t he damn lucky that she could.

  “Delivery,” she said after swallowing.

  He had his boxers on and her bare ass was warm over his cock. “Cool,” he said. Then he added, “You give me the receipt and I’ll pay you back.”

  She made a sound as if she could be starting to disagree with something, so he thought to add, “I appreciate you doing that for us.”

  “I can pay,” she said, munching on another bite of pancake he’d fed her.

  He looked at her bare breasts under his nose. Damn, they were gorgeous. “Baby, I wanna take care of you,” he murmured.

  “You do, Deek,” she said, stroking his chest. “You give me so much I’ve never had, and I love every second of it, but—”

  “You’re giving me the same,” he said, not registering her “but.”

  Then, after they’d eaten and he helped her wash the dishes, because he didn’t have a dishwasher yet, he lifted her up on his kitchen table, because he didn’t have kitchen counters yet, and he licked her hot pussy until she was clawing him and nearly screeching his name.

  No woman could fake that reaction, and he took her over the top and she climaxed against his mouth. He was hard and ready, but he had this vision of her in his extra-large shower. Maybe on her knees or maybe up against the wall. He would have to see.

  So he swung her up into his arms and started in the direction of the master bath.

  “Oh my Lord, that was so hot, Deek,” she said, while kissing and nibbling the side of his face.

  He grinned and started to answer her, but something caught his eye and sidetracked him. “How did this towel warmer get here?”

  Distractedly, between kisses, Coco said, “Special Agent Rand unboxed it for me.”

  Finn halted, and then stiffened while looking at the towel warming rack. Things like that were expensive and pretty classy for an ATF agent’s salary. He’d missed the thing last night in the dark corner.

  “I’ll figure you had that delivered too,” he muttered. “Because I know you did not leave like you promised me you wouldn’t.”

  Coco stopped kissing him and seemed to come around to where he was at.

  “Um, delivered,” she whispered. He looked down at her brown eyes as he held her aloft and against his chest.

  “That’s it?” he asked. “No more to say?”

  She pouted. God, she killed him when she pouted. It was like an instant invitation for sex with her plump bottom lip pushed forward. He rumbled deep, ignoring it.

  Then, she said, “I liked it.”

  Fuck.

  Then he set her on her feet, and he knew his features tightened as she looked up at him worriedly.

  “Get your robe on,” he ordered.

  He didn’t even watch her stellar bare ass jiggling out of his master bathroom as he stared at the damn towel warmer rack.

  With new towels on it, he finally noticed.

  He popped his neck, trying to stay calm, while thinking hard. She probably liked towel warmers. There was all that food she’d bought, now new towels, and a damn warmer for them. He looked to the side. Maybe she was racking up her credit card with this shit. Then he noticed the two new fake gold-plated wastebaskets, plus ... was that a damn soap dispenser?

  He walked over to it, kind of like a wooden puppet, and squinted. Seemed he now had an automatic lotion and soap dispenser. Idly, Finn wondered if Special Agent Rand had installed them. Then he stopped looking after he saw the other new towels hanging in new towel rings.

  That was when he went to sit on the end of his bed, elbows on his knees and the heels of his palms to his temples.

  She’d furnished his bathroom.

  He fucking didn’t know what to do with that.

  Moments later, he felt her sit next to him, then the warmth of her body close to his side.

  “I know I shouldn’t act as if I’m living here,” she whispered.

  His head came up and his gaze whipped to hers.

  “You are living here,” he told her. “You’re moved in,” he said, even more firmly.

  Then it kind of hit him that she had in fact moved in with him, and he wanted her moved in with him. She looked worried, happy for a second, and then worried again. He thought that chicks liked to furnish places where they lived.

  She squeezed him from the side, and he finally put his arm around her. “That’s wonderful, honey. I want to stay here with you.”

  “Good,” he said. It seemed keeping it simple was working for him. But still... “But babe, I can’t afford”—he swept his arm toward the bathroom—“all that new shit.”

  “It’s okay,” she said, not looking so worried then, more bright-eyed. “I can ... and it’s so much fun to do. But I will pass every single thing by you, if you want. To make sure you like it.”

  He was already shaking his head slowly before she’d finished, as he said, “You can’t put all that on credit, sweetheart. We are not starting off in debt.”

  Her cute nose scrunched and she looked at him as if she thought he was crazy. Uh oh, she could be perfect, but be a shopaholic and have loads of debt. He wondered if that outweighed the most perfect, and he did mean absolutely perfect, pussy he’d ever tasted or fucked.

  “No credit cards, Finn. I’m rich.”

  Finn stalled. He might have stopped breathing. “Say,” he muttered. “Say what?”

  She smiled, but looked really worried. “Rich. I have a huge trust fund and, well, I could buy a couple of these places, actually.”

  Couple?

  But one thing glared at him so damn hard, he burst out in laughter, because he was so relieved.

  “You’re rich ... not in debt?”

  He laughed harder.

  She patted his chest, as if trying to make sure he got enough oxygen through his laughing fit. And he noticed she was grinning with relief.

  “Yes, I was the number one seller of beauty products for seven years straight.”

  “Beauty products?” He busted out laughing harder. “Fuck, I love you,” he said, still laughing.

  “Finn!” she squealed, and then she plowed him back onto the bed with kisses all over his face as she climbed his body.

  After Finn stopped laughing, they talked about her money and how her asshole ex had treated her like shit over it. Finn had never thought about how he’d feel if his woman was loaded while he was not. But he found it didn’t bother him. It impressed the hell out of him.

  “So when I got my friend’s son to do a website for me with all my products on it, it took off,” Coco said, cuddling into him on the bed, where they sprawled. “And then the lip-plumping conditioner went viral and I worked ten- and twelve-hour days for several years.”

  “Damn,” Finn said, playing with her hair. He looked down at her. “You use that on your lips? I’ve never heard of women’s fluff like it before.”

  “No,” she said. “My mouth is natural.”

  That had him chuckling as he took her sweet mouth in a long, hot kiss.

  When they stopped, he said, “Seriously impressed, babe. That you could do all that.”

  He immediately saw the tears in her eyes, and he squeezed her tight.

  “I really worked hard,” she whispered.

  “I’m sorry your asshole didn’t appreciate it more,” he said.

  “You’re really oka
y with it, Finn?”

  He rolled them around until she was on top of him. “I got me a rich, hot woman. What? Am I going to fuck with that?”

  She started to smile.

  “Coco, we’ll talk finances and figure out how we want to fly with it, but you having money is something I will be proud of.”

  “Baby,” she whispered, and then she kissed him again.

  So after a long session of deep loving and regular sex, without a hint of the domination stuff, he was coming downstairs to get his cell, dressed for some work, when he noticed out the main back patio—

  “Damn,” he muttered, changing direction to walk that way.

  It seemed they had a brand-new patio furniture set, and man, it was amazing. He scratched his head, looking at it through the sliding glass door. It was exactly what he would have bought, if he were rich. It was that nice.

  Well, it seemed the only thing he could do was—

  He turned and prowled into the kitchen to grab his cell. Immediately, he pushed Vincent Whitehorse’s cell number and brought the phone to his ear.

  When he heard Vincent’s voice, he said, “Yeah, Finn O’Neil here, and Zeb Andersen said you could set me up with some clothes that will go for a ball and shit.”

  He heard Vincent chuckle, then his confirmation.

  “Okay, man, suits. It’s suits, and not clothes, I get it,” Finn said, already learning from a man in the know on the subject.

  Seventeen] Couldn’t Keep My Hands Off Her Curves

  It was the night of the ball. Coco was fussing with her hair, gone back to its original dark color, while she talked on the phone with Patty Ann, who was going to be late and coming directly to the ball later. Coco had her cell propped on the bathroom counter in Finn’s master bath.

  She had the bathroom door closed and Finn was in the other room getting ready. They would do a reveal in a few minutes, because they had to leave at seven thirty. The ball started at eight, and she still thought that was so early for an affair like a ball.

  “Well, babe, I’ll be an hour late,” Patty Ann said. “But I’ll have my driver drop me off out front of this fabulous casino I’ve heard so much about.”

  Patty Ann was rather well off too. That was how they met. Actually, Coco hadn’t been rich at the time she’d tried to sell her beauty products to a group of women at the local country club in her town. Those women had been nasty snobs. But Patty Ann had just been finishing a round of golf and seen what was happening. Patty Ann hadn’t liked most of the women involved in treating Coco as if she were unsavory, so she came to Coco’s rescue.