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  Their Ex's Redrock Serial

  Their Ex's One: Redrock (Texas Alpha, Erotic Romance)

  Their Ex's Two: Redrock (Texas Alpha, Erotic Romance)

  Their Ex's Three: Redrock (Texas Alpha Erotic Romance)

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  Their Ex's Four: Redrock (Texas Alpha Erotic Romance)

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  Their Ex’s Redrock, Four (Texas Alpha, Erotic Romance)

  By Shirl Anders

  ONE / ET OH, DOMESTIC BATTLE BEGINS

  Tess looked in the mirror at her killer outfit. She’d bought it for a trip to Vegas that she and her low-life, nearly ex-husband was supposed to take her on. Never happened. He’d had a talent in Houston he’d had to babysit instead.

  “More like a blonde, brunette, and redhead,” Tess muttered, turning to the side and looking at her profile. Trying to outdo Luna Whitehorse’s perfect body, perfect face, and new stage outfits might be too much of a challenge for a simple Vegas outfit.

  But the mini dress was super tight, had a sweetheart neckline, and was strapless with sequins everywhere. Normally a redhead shouldn’t wear red, but this red was deep and rich with gold flecks. The dress was amazing, but ohmygod it hugged her butt.

  Tess looked at her sequined encase ass in the mirror, blushing. If she wore the right shoes Steven’s jaw would drop when he saw his little flower shop housewife, soon to be ex, wearing it.

  Vincent would be mad.

  Tess went to find heels, a purse, and a wrap ... anyways. She was at her house … the only place she’d find a dress like this, and it looked as if Steven hadn’t been home for the entire time she’d been gone.

  “He’s addicted,” Tess muttered, rummaging through her closet. But she didn’t care anymore except to maybe make his jaw drop … and then frown, as she wrapped herself around Vincent, showing Steven she’d found a real man and Steven could freaking have Luna.

  Tess found a sparkly clutch and a printed light wrap … next she went burrowing for heels. They had to be really high and really sexy. She was more worried about Vincent, she thought, while looking through her high heels. He’d told her, well ordered her actually, to stay at his house and not go to the quote “fucking concert.”

  Well she really liked Vincent being bossy in bed and she really liked him domineering when she was naked out of bed or in his truck or his office or … But really, this was different. He was going to break it off with Luna … Crazy psycho Luna, and Vincent would be surrounded by all Luna supporters. Steven, the mob, the band... Vincent needed someone to take his back.

  Tess was going to show him, it was her!

  She felt secure enough in going an hour later after the concert started. That would give Vincent time for his vote and to be waiting to serve Luna divorce papers. She wasn’t even going to the concert itself, but she was planning to wait close by in Redrock’s bar. She didn’t need to incite Luna further by flaunting the fact she caught Vincent, while Luna was losing him. She just had to be close, in case Vincent needed support.

  The fact she’d not thought it all through wasn’t in her favor. But it didn’t stop her. There were security guards and everything at Redrock, and Luna-freaking-Whiterose was not going to keep Tess from supporting her man.

  However, thirty minutes later, when she sashayed her killer dress and her opened-toed glittering, gold high heels into Redrock, and then further into the intimate, darkened bar — she was floored to see Steven sitting at a table with his head hanging between his hands.

  She’d intended to text Vincent and tell him she was close by. That way he could cool off before he came to her, but now she quickly skirted toward the bar praying Steven wouldn’t look up. She skipped her gaze around looking for Luna … nope. Hmm, that didn’t look good for Steven did it? She glanced at the long bar and saw it wasn’t very full so she scooted toward it, intending to stay out of Steven’s eyesight.

  “What could be wrong?” she muttered, setting her purse on the bar top and unwinding her wrap. Another quick peek through the crowd showed Steven still looking as if he was heads down going to cry.

  “No one showed.”

  Tess held back a tiny gasp, turning to look up at Cabe. He was a surprise. “Umm...” she mumbled.

  Cabe’s gaze drifted over her and he looked stormy, as in tightened jaw and glittering gaze with auras of heightened emotions. “Fuck, that dress,” he uttered as his mahogany charged eyes moved over her slowly again, making her blush. “First spandex, now this.” His hand raked over his lighter blond entwined over darker blond streaked hair.

  She’d just opened her mouth to ask him what he meant by his first comment, and thereby bypassing his second, and to ask him why he was there, when he added. “The concert busted.”

  Her eyes widened as she wondered how he knew or cared. “It did?” she asked disbelieving, but really if she’d thought about it at all, which she hadn’t, she’d have guessed ruin.

  Cabe moved closer and they both leaned against the bar. “Wasn’t twenty people there,” Cabe told her in a low voice.

  “Wow.” She peeked at Steven again, still with his head hanging. Wow.

  Then Cabe blew her mind. “That’s my wife over there. Way in back. Lip locked with the fucking mayor...”

  Tess grabbed Cabe’s arm, stunned, leaning into him to look over his shoulder. She had to do it on her tiptoes, but her four inch heels helped. “Cabe,” she exclaimed, looking and seeing a pretty brunette lady with a stylish, short haircut, wearing an evening gown that had a very bare back, and who was practically in Mayor Tilly’s lap. Mayor Tilly, who everyone knew was a love them and leave them, dog.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she whispered against Cabe’s very stiff shoulder. “You followed them to the concert?” she guessed.

  She felt his head nod, and she watched his wife ungluing her attention from the Mayor to look around. Cabe’s wife’s gaze roamed … Tess started to warn Cabe she’d see him, when Tess saw it was too late. His wife’s gaze jerked back to Cabe’s broad back with Tess looking over his shoulder.

  Tess jumped backward. “Shoot,” she blurted. Cabe’s face was very close turned down to look at her. “She’s seen you,” Tess warned him in a whisper, and she saw raw pain tensing across his features.

  Damn them, damn all cheaters to hell, she thought.

  Suddenly, Cabe grabbed her, pulling her on tottering heels against the hard line of his body. His hand gripped her chin, pressing it upward, and then his mouth covered her lips. Holy hell! Cabe was kissing her! Protest was in her mind — one second before all her senses melted into a hot kiss from a really hot guy.

  Seconds later, she felt Cabe moving them around in a circle as they kissed. Then she heard an exclamation behind her. Cabe’s really nice mouth lifted from her lips, but he continued to hold her against him, as she dazedly looked at Cabe’s wife glaring daggers at them.


  “How dare you kiss my husband!” Cabe’s wife exclaimed.

  “Vega, your fucking tongue was just down Tilly’s throat,” Cabe snarled back at her.

  Et oh, domestic battle begins, Tess thought, as she found out Cabe’s wife’s name was Vega. Very unusual... Then something wiped the drama, playing out in her space, as she locked gazes with Vincent.

  She’d never disengaged from an embrace quicker, pushing Cabe so hard, she nearly fell backward, but Vincent stalked forward and caught her. Not holding her close, but at arm’s length.

  Cabe’s voice came close to her ear. “Thanks for helping me grab some dignity.” Then Cabe stopped by Vincent and growled at him. “You ever fuck up with her, I’m moving in.” Then Cabe stalked away with Vega skipping after him, exclaiming.

  Vincent’s hand tightened on her arm as she opened her mouth to explain, but right then a new voice invaded. “T, you have to take me back or we’ll be bankrupt!”

  Tess ignored that startling revelation from her husband, closing in on them, as she gripped Vincent’s arm back trying to draw nearer to him. “He kissed me. I didn’t expect it. I swear it was...” Vincent’s features were etched as if he held back enormous amounts of fury.

  “What are you doing here with him,” Steven demanded, and she felt his hand on her shoulder. “What’s going on here?”

  Her eyes widened in alarm, and then her mouth opened and closed with no sound as she looked helplessly at Vincent, basically begging him with her gaze to help her. While she held her breath, waiting to see if he would save her. He looked no less of lean, masculine suppressed fury when he tugged her into the line of his body and she quaked in relief.

  “Get your fucking hand off her,” Vincent snarled, then she was transported, still stuck to Vincent’s side, but away from Steven.

  “That’s my wife!” Steven started to exclaim.

  “Was your wife,” Vincent growled. “Now she’s my woman.”

  Steven looked thunderstruck with his gaze jumping between them. “No way,” Steven uttered.

  “Oh yeah, fucking way,” Vincent spat. “Your and Luna’s fucking affair helped us meet.”

  Well if a person could look like their head blew off, that was what Steven looked like. Tess just hoped she’d not royally messed up all Vincent’s plans as she hugged Vincent’s side, while glaring at Steven.

  “You two are...” Steven pointed back and forth between them. “You two are...” He did it again, then hissed, “Together.”

  Tess finally found her voice. “Talk to my lawyer, Steven. I don’t want to talk to you ever again.”

  Tess tugged on Vincent, trying to get him to move. She didn’t want bloodshed, which looked as if Vincent was willing and very capable of doing.

  Steven blurted, “You can’t be together, its illegal or something.”

  Tess’ mouth fell open. “Grow up,” she snapped at Steven, really tugging on Vincent, who finally moved.

  She grabbed her purse and wrap in a sweep by, while Vincent basically flew her toward the entryway into the bar with his arm around her back.

  “I’ll tell fucking Luna,” Steven yelled behind them, snapping Vincent to a halt. Tess grabbed Vincent’s black western shirt, at his waist, holding on. “Your wife,” Steven further hissed.

  Vincent turned a stark gaze back at Steven. “Sorry sucker, you lost Luna to Coronado. You going through him?”

  Tess heard Steven make an actual whining sound, but Vincent was pulling her forward again. Luna was with another guy now, Tess wondered, and then it popped out of her head with Vincent’s growled voice.

  “Next time, I’m handcuffing you to the bed.”

  Tess jerked at his suppressed fury, but she so agreed with him. She’d not listened and showed up where he’d told her not to, and then she’d kissed a hot guy. She groaned at her reckless brainlessness. Still, hope skipped through her because Vincent had growled “next time and bed” in the same sentence about her.

  She grabbed his arm, trying to keep up, and she saw they were heading outside. “Did the vote go your way, Vincent?”

  Maybe she’d try to deflect onto other subjects, instead of the subject of being lip-locked with one of his best friends. Why had she done that! Well she kind of knew why, but she’d never be able to explain it to Vincent and make him agree it was for a good cause. Like getting back at a cheating spouse.

  “Bitch is cut out,” Vincent uttered.

  Well that was good, Tess thought. They’d arrived at Vincent’s truck. Maybe she should try apologizing, because the carved features on his face scared her. “I didn’t mean to mess anything up, honey, I just needed to be here for you...”

  “In that dress,” he demanded over her words.

  Okay, well, the dressing up was a symbol of... Who was she kidding? She’d been desperate to outdo Luna. Vincent swung the passenger side door open on his truck and herded her that way. Basically backing her up to it.

  “She’s so beautiful,” Tess whispered.

  Vincent stopped, with his hands holding her waist, not lifting her up into his truck as he looked at her closely. “I’m never fucking going to get women,” he said in a quiet voice devoid of eighty percent of his anger.

  There was that. She agreed … but... “I couldn’t arrive in just regular clothes. Not tonight. It’d be like you giving up on that vote to get Luna out of your charities.”

  His hands tightened on her waist and she knew he was going to lift her, while he leaned close to her ear. Then as he lifted, he uttered, “Baby, just not the same.”

  Her butt hit the seat and she swung her legs over. Well maybe he was right, but it was kind of the same and maybe he’d get a little bit of it. Either way she wasn’t going to argue with him about it, not with “the kiss” still hanging out there.

  But he was calling her “baby.” She thought that was a very good sign. Vincent let go of her waist, then he stood back looking at her. Actually, it was a long and slow sweep of his gaze lingering over the sweetheart cleavage of her dress, trying to hold her breasts from falling out, and then down to where she tugged on the super short hem of her mini, which was barely covering her intimate parts. His gaze landed on her slut heels. Yeah, four inchers were all about the inner slut, baby.

  Warmth saturated her in ripples … everywhere. He muttered something she didn’t catch, then he grabbed the door and slammed it shut. She jumped a little, while furiously thinking about how to sooth him and makeup for all her blunders, because she was just glad he was in the same truck with her.

  Vincent glanced over at Tess huddled as far away as she could get from him on the other side of his truck. That damn dress saved her from him killing her. He glanced back and forth while driving looking over it again, hugging to her curves like sparkling illuminations. What the parts of the little, hot dress covering her did, were nearly as arousing as all the parts not covered by it.

  While he should be pissed at Tess showing up when he’d asked her not too, (ordered.) Tess kissing Cabe, (plastered to him.) And Tess even thinking she needed to try to outdo Luna, (a bad idea but unnecessary because Tess crawling out of a mud hole could out do Luna, one-hundred to one.) He was mad because he had to keep his damn hands off her, after seeing her wearing that please-fuck-me, naughty dress.

  After, he’d promised her and himself he was going to slow it down. Maybe she wasn’t as sweet as he thought? His cock thought she was dirty, and it wanted to prove it. Making him growl deep in his throat. He needed to get his mind off that dress and Tess’ curves in it.

  He stopped the truck at a red light and reached behind the seat, grabbing his leather, which he pulled free and tossed at Tess.

  “Put that on,” he ordered, curtly.

  He got her wide, light blue eyes trying to gauge his growled voice. Then he turned his eyes forward so as not to watch the movements of her body as she pulled on his jacket. At the next light, he looked back and she was covered better, except for her legs and the damn sexy heels she was wearing.
br />   His cell rang and he’d use any excuse to get his mind off Tess naked in bed, while he performed his brand of punishment on her, so he pulled it out of his pocket.

  A thumb swipe later had both he and Tess hearing a man’s voice. “I can make your wife a sensation or break her career. I can keep her on her knees sucking my cock or give her back to you, all you got to do, Indian, is be nice to me.”

  Tess gasped, but covered her mouth and silenced most of it, as he cut his gaze to her telling her with a look to be quiet. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea Tess hear this. Then she’d have no doubt about his feelings.

  “Coronado, I served divorce papers on her tonight. You can fucking have her.”

  “I don’t think you get me, Indian...” Coronado started to say.

  “No you are not feeling me, asshole,” Vincent shot back. “You got no hold on me now or ever. You just bought a worthless pussy, and I will be on the Feds you come dicking around my tribe’s casino again. I divorced her before you, not because of you, but I hope you fucking find out why now that you got her.”

  Vincent cut the call, and tossed the cell on the seat between him and Tess as he tried to make his hands not stranglehold the steering wheel. He felt Tess’ hand on his bicep and he didn’t shrug it off as he drove. Then her perfume grew stronger and her body pressed against his side, while her head leaned on his shoulder. She was blessedly quiet, showing her support, as he drove them to his ranch house.

  Fucking Luna could have the big monstrosity of a mansion she’d pleaded with him to buy on the west end of town. He didn’t have to give it to her because of the prenup, but he didn’t want it and never had.

  He lifted his arm, putting it around Tess and pulling her tighter into him, where she felt perfect as he wondered if he had to make it crystal-fucking-clear to Cabe that Tess was taken.

  TWO / THE PROMISE OF SWEET

  When he got Tess into his house, she looked at him warily, while being swallowed up in his big leather jacket. Hell she looked cute, as he worked to keep a stern look on his face.