Their Ex's Redrock Three (6 page)

“I get you are mad at me,” she exclaimed. “But you don’t tell me everything!”

Another door flipped open by Vincent’s hand, then she was in a very impressive office with sitting area. The door closed (slammed) shut. Vincent locked it. She saw that with wide eyes, then he twirled her, backed her up against the closed door, and planted his lips over hers.

Wow.

Hot.

Wow.

“Mm mm,” she moaned seconds later with her purse and gym back falling to the floor so her arms could wrap over his shoulders.

Then he got completely in her space. Way pressed up in her space and her body loved it. Traitor. Her breasts were like heat seeking missiles for his chest, her pussy, well … her pussy thought his erection was her pet and they ought to cuddle. Her brain apparently forgot the orgasmic night, and toe-curling climax just hours ago. Really could you have enough of those?

He hiked her up the wall … really her most favorite place they’d ever done it, and she latched her legs around his hips to help. She knocked his cowboy hat off his head and dug her hands into his thick, black hair.

Vincent drew his finger along Tess’ wet slit as she laid sprawled, nude across his desk. Her legs were spread wide at his command, her eyes rolling back as she moaned lifting her pretty pink pussy to him. She was fucking spectacular. He’d already given her one cock thrusting orgasm up against the wall, now he was after two, and he’d yet to fully undress.

But he liked it like that. He’d been powerless in his marriage and for a man like him it dug deep, ripping him apart where most couldn’t see. But with Tess he had power — just get her sweet pussy aroused and she was his — doing anything for him. He liked the power play. A lot.

He started playing harder with her clit and she started moaning harder as he watched her lush body undulate on top of his desk. His dick had just ejaculated and it already wanted more. The red tuft of hair above her pussy was so rich, and deep in color it topped her soft, puffy slit.

“Vincent!” She caught his hand, pushing his fingers deeper.

“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me what you want.”

He did a maneuver that made her squeal passionately, arching upward. “Cock,” she cried. “Baby, pleaseeee give me your cock.”

Fuck. He’d been going to play wicked with her, but the sound of her passion drove him forward. He pulled his cock, barely in his pants free, then pushed her legs to her chin. Pussy was his.

Her plump ass was nearly in his balls on the first drive, and he could see every inch of his thick shaft thrusting into her. He tossed his head with a growl. He would
not
fucking come yet.

About an hour later, Tess sat curled in his lap as he sat in his desk chair. He’d pulled his jeans up. Tess was still naked.

“I should get dressed,” she whispered.

He shook his head, curling her tighter into him — he had her thighs under one forearm. She huffed at his answer and he watched her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples were still hard.

“I feel exposed,” she muttered.

He grinned wickedly, looking down at her. “You are,” he told her.

Her arm, across the back of his shoulders, squeezed. “And why do you like that?” she asked, looking under her lashes up at him.

“Fucking turns me on,” he uttered, and he watched her irises flare. “Fucking turns you on too.”

At that, she shook her head, bouncing her ponytail against his cheek. “You can’t know that.”

“Why would you lie to me?” he asked, with his voice rumbled. He felt her quiver against him.

“I’m not use to this,” she answered softly.

“Get used to it,” he told her, and their eyes latched for long moments.

Then she did a beautiful Tess thing. “Okay,” she said. That simple.

He startled her when he stood, taking her with him up in his arms. He carried her to his private bathroom, where he helped her clean up, then he kissed her with her back pressed to the wall for long moments. Until those big breasts of hers were rising and falling rapidly.

He looked down her body, watching them. “Never been this way before,” he said lowly. “Don’t wanna lose it.”

Her hand squeezed the back of his neck where she’d been playing with his hair. “I don’t wanna lose it either,” she said, pressing against him. Then she pressed harder, up on her toes, trying to put her mouth near his ear. “I worry we don’t know each other.”

“Yeah,” he muttered. They had fucking fantastic sex, but how one sided was that. He wondered how this bossiness, he had to give her, would play out in everyday life against their personalities. He thought Tess was a sweet, giving woman … but was he sure.

“I don’t want to mess anything up, Vincent,” she murmured against his ear. “But we’ve gone so fast and our dissolving marriages are such a mess.”

He pulled back and grabbed each side of her face. “First, I’m not fucking losing you. You get that in your head. I’ll grant we need more time. Don’t fucking like it. But I get it.”

He kissed her lightly, then pulled back to grasp her hand. “Let’s get you dressed for the rest of this conversation.”

She squeezed his hand with a small smile and followed him, as he wondered what he wouldn’t give to keep her.

Even as he was trying to let her go, give them space … he didn’t. He brushed her hands aside when she tried to dress herself, doing it for her … slowly.

“Hands up,” he ordered, and when she complied he pulled her sports bra over her hands, wrists, then upper arms, where he stalled. Looking down at her raised breasts feeling the intensity inside him at having her slightly captive, arms raised and bound. He damn well loved it.

“Christ, Tess,” he muttered. “Things you do to me.” Then he gathered some of the resolve he used to own and he pulled her sports bra down to cover her breasts. Her gaze was heated and a bit timid, wondering about this theme they fell into with his power and her submission. Submission to him.

Then he knelt on one knee, holding out her exercise pants for her to step into, with his nose straight across from his perfect pussy. He damn well liked dressing her … pulling that spandex up her bare legs, up to her slit and over her hips.

“My thong,” she said.

His gaze turned up to her as he tugged the spandex to her waist. “Mine now.”

Her light blue eyes drew a darker shade as her soft lips parted. “I keep losing my panties to you,” she teased.

Yeah, the ones he didn’t keep, he ripped off. He stood slowly, easing up her body. Then he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, flipping it open under her nose. A shiny platinum business credit card was on the top, which he pulled free, turning it too her. “Buy more. Skimpy. Sexy. Lots. I’ll get your name put on the card.”

Her gaze lifted to him, with those blue eyes widening. “Vincent?” She shook her head lightly. “Oh, I couldn’t.”

His gaze narrowed and he grabbed one of her hands placing the card in her palm. “Anything touching my pretty pussy I’m paying for.”

She gulped as he closed her fingers over the card. “Wow,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Babe. Most women would be snatching that from me, while trying to dick the amount I offered higher.” He clasped her nape. “You are not most women.” Tess was still staring at the card as he chuckled again, and murmured, “Breathe, baby.”

She sucked in a breath and he tilted her chin up. “You getting me naughty panties to look at?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“Good,” he offered. “Let’s sit.” He guided her to the chair, where he pulled her onto his lap again. “Any bras or lingerie comes with that. I’m good.”

Her arms wrapped around him with his card still clutched in one hand. “Thank you, honey,” she murmured, then she dipped to kiss him. The kind of lip action that told him she really liked him, and she really liked going out shopping for sexy things to wear for him. It was very good.

But he had a new mission to accomplish and he’d been indulging like he was a fucking kid lately. So he broke the kiss, but kept his hand at her nape.

“I know you’re late for work, beautiful. You need to call?”

She shook her head with her hand petting his chest. “I fibbed a little about that. My part time girl is covering.”

“Fibbed?” he asked, showing her the amusement in his gaze.

She nodded. “A little,” she murmured.

“Big fibs will get you spanked.” It was so unexpected, he figured, Tess gasped her breath against him with wide eyes. “A couple little ones together will get you over my knee. Get it?”

Her soft lips opened and closed twice. They’d been doing it all along, but now he was expecting her to admit it.

“Y-You’re going to spank me if...” She stuttered to a halt.

He nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, squeezing her ass for emphasis, then he added. “I like it. You got a perfect ass for it.”

Her cheeks grew red as she squirmed in his lap. “Not too hard?” she pressed.

“Depends on how naughty you are,” he replied firmly.

“I don’t … well, umm … geeze.”

“You like bossy, baby. Admit it.”

She wrapped his shoulders and hid her face in his neck. Then he felt her nodding. So okay, she could take her time admitting it out loud. He squeezed her in an embrace. “All this waits though. Think we should put a hold on sex,” he told her. Knowing he was laying a big one on her.

“What,” she exclaimed popping out of his neck. “Vincent,” she demanded, then she waited with alarm on her pretty features.

“Got to say, beautiful, it’s going to be fucking hard keeping my hands off you. But it’ll show you the man I am. And, the man I will be with you.” He wrapped his fingers in her soft, long hair as her eyes got bright and he saw tears in them. “Wanna give us a chance to make this last.”

She nodded, then her lips were against his, kissing softly. But they kept it soft and short. “Okay, honey, you lead and I will follow … anywhere,” she whispered.

“Hell, baby.” He grasped her tight again. This time he kissed her nose, then drew back. “Serious stuff now,” he warned her. “You get your divorce papers served?” She nodded. “You heard anything?”

Her frown told him, before her words. “No. Not a word. He called wanting money the other day, then texted me to basically order me to the concert tonight.”

“Money?” Vincent asked, feeling his anger rise. He remembered the bastard pulling money out of Tess’ purse. “What’s he broke?”

He stroked her hair liking the feel of her against him. This was the way to talk with his woman, he decided once again.

“He wasn’t rich or anything. But he had money from when he was a day trader, before he decided his life calling was to be a talent agent.” Tess paused looking at him seriously as she played with the edge of his collar. “I think he’s used any money he had on Luna,” she whispered. “He said I had to pay now to save my shop, but that would mean he did something illegal, because...”

“Damn it,” Vincent cussed lowly. “It’s in your name, right?” He watched her nod. “You own the building?” She nodded again. “Fucking Luna,” he uttered. “Navarro wants to look like a high roller for her. I cut her off, so...”

Tess looked at him quizzically now — she had no clue how much money he had. One lucky damn thing … he had money before Luna and there was a prenup. Tess’ fingers started playing with his hair behind his ear.

“I need to find out what he did,” she told him with that pretty soft voice she had. “But I’d give up the shop to be rid of him now, though.”

Without even thinking about it, his hand wound the hair at the back of her head, drawing her lips closer to his. Hell, they were supposed to be cooling it. But he kissed her lightly anyway.

“I’d give up mine too,” he murmured, and she had no clue how big that was as she smiled against his mouth.

“I’m taking defensive classes so we don’t have to worry about Luna … you know, coming after me,” she told him with a quick voice, inching back and looking at him, watching for his reaction.

He was surprised and protective. He thought every woman should learn to kick ass to defend themselves. But he didn’t like the reason Tess thought she had too. And defense was one thing, but against a knife or other objects it was another thing.

“Who’s teaching you?” He wasn’t going to take it away from her.

Her gaze slid to the side and she tensed, making him wonder why. “Cabe or he said he’d get someone.” Then she took a breath and blurted, “I didn’t tell you but Luna came to the shop.”

When Tess finished the story, he was as tense as she was, and he knew his gaze glittered dangerously. “Fuck that bitch, I am ending this,” he ground out angrily.

“I know you will, Vincent. We will,” Tess said, petting him, then hugging him. “We will,” she assured him once more, against his ear.

“I
didn’t
go with her, baby. Not fucking bed,” he said tightly, making Tess lift to lean back and look at him closely. “Had to get her away from you, turn her attention. Maybe she’s mentally whacked. But I knew better than you what hurt she’d deal.”

“I know, Vincent. I think I always knew, even though it hurt.”

“It makes no sense,” he told her. “She does not want me, but she fucking claims me. I only matter if someone else wants me.” He shook his head.

Tess pressed against him deep. “I think we could go crazy trying to figure out why they are like they are, and we will never find an answer.”

He pulled her head down to his chest holding her. His gesture telling her she was right. “You’ll stay at my place. I’ll deal in a separate room. But if my plan tonight goes righteous, by the end of the week ... you, me, out on a date.” He squeezed her on the promise.

“That’d be so wonderful,” she exclaimed softly, but then she added, “I want to go with you tonight, Vincent.”

His instant reaction. “No.”

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