Their Ex's Redrock Midnight (Texas Alpha) by Shirl Anders

the root of his cock, sending him thrusting faster.
    Rusty fisted her hands in Cabe’s dirty blond strands as their bodies bounced in a wild rhythm and Cabe told her how much he liked her pussy. “Sweetest fucking pussy,” he growled. “Hottest wettest pussy. Fucking grabs me deep.”
    She squealed repeated short bursts, then Cabe took her gaze and held it like a prisoner as he groaned through ejaculating hard. One second later a climax topped over her and she grabbed him, crying out into his neck through the shudders of it.
    She didn’t know how she ended up across his chest some time later. His hot skin was slick with sweat against her cheek as her inner thighs kept emitting little tremors. Each quake with a tiny, lingering tweak of pleasure. She was in pleasure overload. Oh my God, sex with Cabe was freaking a mazing.
    His hand was in her hair and stroking through to her nape as his heartbeat thudded against her ear on his chest. He’d pulled the sheet partially up over them.
    “My panties thank you—all of womankind’s panties thank you,” she muttered.
    She heard a chuckle in his chest. “All womankind, huh?”
    She nodded. “All.” Then she added, “For the incredibleness you’ve given to a sister woman, they’d all thank you.”
    Another chuckle as her hand slicked over the ridges of his tight abdomen, but then she was suddenly transported and on top of him. Her mouth nearly on his as she braced her hands on either side of his head.
    “All mankind thanks you for your delicious mouth, then,” he said with a wicked gleam of remembrance in his eyes that brought her fully back into having him deep in her mouth.
    “All mankind, huh?”
    His hands cupped her ass, squeezing. “ This man,” he said slowly, and very nerve-tingling deep.
    He pulled until her legs straddled his hips and her center was sliding over his semi-hard cock. Then he stroked up her back while she tried to un-squeeze her eyes from the pleasure squeeze they were in.
    “Cabe,” she whispered, breathing in every inch of him.
    She felt his muscular chest slicking up her breasts and hard nipples as he raised his mouth to her ear. “Tell me, boo,” he whispered back.
    Then she told him all about Tag in whispers back and why she’d been out on a date with him. She was honest—she’d never been able to help that.
    “My own fucking fault,” Cabe muttered when she’d finished telling him Tag was into her, but she’d made it clear she was not going there. “A man can’t claim sweet, then other men are going to see that hot sweetness and try to get it.”
    Rusty kissed the side of Cabe’s mouth for thinking she was that, because she’d never thought of herself like that before. Then she kissed him for trusting her. But she didn’t tell him that, because that might fill her up so full inside she might burst or have to acknowledge they were really getting together.
    His hand fisted in her hair. “I’m moving into Rowdie’s.” He looked over her features, judging them. “This’ll be rough. She clings. No fucking reason why, but she does. Me prying her loose and getting her to stay there isn’t going to be pretty, boo.”
    Rusty squeezed her eyes, and this time it wasn’t pleasure as she slid over the length of his hardening cock. “You can do it,” she whispered. “You come to me, Captain. Anytime you need. I’m yours.”
    “Fuck,” he growled, then she found out how much he liked that and what he was going to do with it, because he got fully hard and ordered deeply, “Get up on your hands and knees.”
    Rusty woke up feeling deliciously sore in ways she’d never felt before from being fucked six different ways with four orgasms and a dozen mini ones. She’d never known about the mini ones before. Just as she’d never known about the multiple position changes during one hot fucking.
    “Wow,” she breathed into the hair in her face. Then she stretched her sore body that felt so good. Her outstretched hand hit