Their Ex's Redrock Two by Shirl Anders

for him. Will he be able to keep her out of his
bed like he vowed, until they can figure each other out and where what they’ve
got is going...
    Probably not.
     
    Excerpt from the third
Their Ex's Three , Redrock serial;
    Vincent
looked down her body. “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 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 dress
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, arm raised and
bound. He fucking 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. 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 fucking 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 her 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 pulled out his wallet flipped 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, beautiful.”
    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