Their Ex's Redrock Two (2 page)

“A
flower job. Banquet room. Wedding,” she curtly told Steven, while she stepped
back out of the way of Luna Whitehorse’s swinging legs and spiky heels, because
Luna’s arms were latched to Vincent’s neck. And Vincent looked deadly, as if he
were locked into immobile intensity, while Steven looked shrewd with an
indulgent smile playing on his lips. To Tess it was incredibly obvious they
were after something.

Luna
exclaimed into Vincent’s chiseled features. “I growl out our new song ‘Honey on
the Side’ like a fucking rocker, Vin! Oh god, the lights on me, the music! You
just have to hear, I’m so fucking good at this! Stevie knows talent, and he's
blown away!” She kissed Vincent's cheek and his jaw, while bouncing against him
as his eyes grew darker.  

To
Luna’s claims, Tess watched her husband adding, “She's pretty hot.”

Steven
turned away from Tess; leaving her like a forgotten hangnail. Her fingers
curled into her palms, biting the flesh.

“Not
interested. Get the fuck off me,” Vincent’s voice barked sharper than Tess had
ever heard it. It made her flinch, but apparently had no effect on Luna.

“I’ll
start singing right here, Vin baby, if you won’t listen to me on stage!” Luna
exclaimed, clamping her arms around his shoulders, where he was trying to pry
her off.

“Really,
man,” Steven added, stepping closer to them, and cutting Tess completely out of
the loop. Steven’s hand grabbed Vincent's shoulder as Luna practically humped
Vincent. “This will bring you, your tribe, and the casino in some serious cash.
You’d be a fool not to give it a listen.” Vincent jerked Steven’s hand off.

Tess
looked at Luna’s five-inch gold heels, up her long legs encased in white,
skin-tight leather pants, baring her slender midriff with a huge, diamond,
belly-button stud. Rising up to her designer cropped, shimmering tee with waves
of blonde hair falling to her ass. Luna’s face was the picture of perfect skin,
lips, and eyes that were all pleading with Vincent.

This
is what her husband was fucking!
Tess
turned away with her hand clenched to her belly. She wanted to double over as
she took a trembling breath.

“Sam!”
Vincent’s rough voice startled Tess out of her near breakdown. “Take Mrs.
Navarro to the wedding setup in the Plains Room.”

Tess
raised her eyes, which had to look just exactly like they were on the verge of
tears because they were, and she saw a tall, heavily-built muscular man of
obvious Indian heritage walk toward her. He gently grasped her elbow. Sam had
his long hair in a ponytail down his back caught by a beaded tie and he was the
second most handsome Indian she’d ever seen.

Her
husband grabbed her other arm in a brief aside. The minute he touched her, she
cringed. “Need some money. This is big — you
got
to see that now.”
Steven grabbed her purse, yanking it off her shoulder, opening it and pulling
out her wallet.

Sam kind
of growled at her side, but by that time Steven had taken all her cash and
thrust her purse back at her. “I’ll get you tickets to the show. You’ll see,”
Steven muttered, turning away.

All this
happened while Luna bubbled with “you should have seen me's” do this or that.
She never once acknowledged her “agent’s” wife, as if Tess were a bug.

Gentle
pressure curled over Tess’ elbow and she clutched her purse, blindly letting
Sam guide her away. It wasn’t until thirty minutes later when she was trying to
Zen into her flower arrangements, and therefore she was calmer, that she winced
thinking she’d left Vincent to deal with those two parasites.

TWO/
THERE’S
PLAYING GAMES, THEN THERE’S REAL.

Vincent
finally got Luna to unclamp him and stop groping his body. She was a leech when
she wanted something, and he had no fucking desire to give her anything. Except
if he did, it could play into his plans. He saw her fuck-buddy, Navarro, was
getting very unhappy at how she was throwing herself at her husband.

He liked
that part. But not enough to put up with the sick feeling he got when Luna
touched him. As soon as she heard he might give her what she wanted, she
stopped mauling him, and rolled back to Navarro’s side.

“One
night. You fucking get a standing O, you get another night,” Vincent uttered,
glaring in her insidious, beautiful green eyes.

Her gaze
turned shrewder. “Darling, I’ll need a
fabulous
outfit, like a rocker
queen. Like Cher. So hot and tight, it will make you hard just looking at it.”

Never
happen. Him getting hard over her, ever again. To her, he said, before she
could sicken him more with her wheedling, “I’m not the planner. You get with
Sam and you fucking stay out of my ear or no go.”

She
pouted, while hanging onto Navarro, who Vincent swore groped her ass from
behind. That nearly launched him at the bastard. Navarro had a body and he had
looks, but he’d never last a minute because he had no balls like a man hanging
on to a beautiful woman should have. Still he didn’t care it was Luna that
Navarro was groping, he cared that the bastard thought he could do it in front
of him. Any caring he had for Luna, she had wrung out of him long ago.

“Vinny,
to be my best, you know I have to have an outfit.” Luna started to come toward
him. As much as he wanted to back up, he didn’t, but he put his hand out, then
he acted as if he caved. “Five thousand. That’s it.”

She
squealed in delight, but launched at Navarro. “I’ll be fabulous!”

Vincent
growled under his breath. Luna was so into herself she couldn’t tell how wrong
it was to be embracing another man in front of her husband. She should fucking
know Vincent wasn’t stupid and could plainly see they were being inappropriate.
He shook his head. Luna was always so wrapped up in herself and she never saw
what was obvious. But she was also sly and sneaky when there was something she
wanted.

“You
fucking don't come home for ten days and when you do show up it’s for money,”
he growled, keeping up an act she’d expect, because she didn’t know he was so
fucking done with her.

“The
band!” she exclaimed, flipping back her long, blonde hair. “We've been
practicing night and day.” The scheming look she glided over to Navarro was not
lost on Vincent.

He had
to say the next bit, and it killed him to do it. “Your pussy's not available to
me, I might go looking for fresh sweetness," he threatened, like he cared
and had no clue they were cheating practically right in front of him.

Luna's
gaze grew into glittering green daggers, as her lips pursed. He would never
fucking understand this part of her personality. She didn’t want him, but no
other woman could have him either.

She
immediately walked into him planting herself against him, grabbing his hair to
tug his head down. Then right in front of her lover, she tongued him for a full
minute, while he fought to let her and not push her away. This should be the
last time he ever had to touch her.

“After
my standing O, pussy to celebrate," she growled at him in a way she
thought was sexy. He did not. He grabbed her ass, grinding once.

“If not,
I get my own sweetness,” he threatened again, shaking her. Her nails curled
into his neck, biting, as he added, “And
you
leave that sweetness alone.”
She started to shake her head. “I’ll call Sam off ...” he started.

She
exclaimed, “No! Okay.” Then she added, “It’ll never happen, because I am so
good at this. Everyone
loves
me. You’ll see!”

Luna
unlatched from him and skipped back to a scowling Navarro.

Tess
watched the bride and groom taking their champagne drink with entwined arms, at
the reception in full swing. She was standing to the side, swaying slightly, in
a lower lighted area of the large ballroom. The music was good and it made her
feel good to watch the bride and groom celebrate with their family and friends.
She should have gone home by now, but she was afraid to run into Steven and
Luna again.

So a
moment later, when she'd became teary-eyed watching the newlyweds kissing, she
was surprised to be holding back a sob. Not wanting anyone to see, she clasped
a hand over her mouth and grabbed her middle. She turned with the intentions of
snatching her purse, and then running before a sob could really break loose,
however she walked right into a solid wall of immovable man.

She
squeaked an exclamation of surprise as strong arms came around her. She didn’t
want to look up because of her falling tears, but she’d seen the words on the
man’s tee shirt, and she’d just know the feel of Vincent anywhere.

“Let me
go,” she muttered, trying to push free of his arms. She couldn’t budge him and
he only tightened his hold. He turned her to the wall, where it was darker and he
grasped her chin, lifting her face up. She scrunched her eyes with hot tears
falling.

“They're
not fucking worth it.” His voice rumbled over her, while his thumb caught her
tears moving from one side of her cheeks to the other. She sunk into him,
accepting his comfort. “Baby,” he uttered and she felt his lips touch her
temple.

Dancing music
started playing at the reception party behind them and she could hear the
beginnings of people dancing, it made her small sob into Vincent’s chest less
noticeable.

“Once I
get my business done that bastard’s never going to treat you like that again,”
Vincent vowed against her hair.

Oh god.
How wonderful was that? How amazing he saw … that he really saw what they did
to her. She held him tighter, burrowing into him. He began swaying them as if
they were dancing on the edge of the party and she appreciated him hiding her
breakdown. An emotional collapse about seeing the newlyweds kissing so sweetly.
It wasn't just that, but she could pretend, and by pretending she could pull
herself together.

“Our
cheating spouses could see us.” She finally muttered the thing bothering her,
tilting her mouth up closer to Vincent’s ear.

“Gone.”
His hand stroked her back as she sighed.

She
wished for a tissue, but she only had her hands, and she pulled away a bit from
Vincent trying to wipe away what had to be raccoon eyes.

“Use my
shirt.” His hand pulled the bottom of his tee up, lifting it to her. Her gaze
caught the lean ridges on his stomach and a new aching tightened low inside her,
then even lower on her body.

The
gesture was so sweet it melted her heart as she used his shirt to wipe away the
damage of her tears. Then she looked up at him, and whispered, “Your wife is so
beautiful.”

Tess
knew she sounded wounded, but she couldn’t help it. Vincent pulled her tightly
back against him, bringing his mouth nearly to hers. “That fucking beauty's
surface only.” His hand grabbed the back of her head holding her mouth nearly
to his. “Not close to what you have.”

Her
heart lifted, and his mouth fitted over her lips. The kiss started out hot,
turned deep, and grew into extremely passionate, going on for minutes, until
she moaned into his mouth. He lifted his head with his gaze drilling into hers
and she saw raw hunger for her in his endless black eyes.

“Not
here,” he uttered, and his gaze lifted, skimming the room. Then he had her hand
and he was pulling her along with him. “Purse?” he asked over his shoulder. She
pulled him to it, snagged it, and then he took over again.

She
couldn’t lie to herself that she didn’t know what he was doing and she should
try to escape it. But…

“Fuck them,”
she growled under her breath, then she walked faster, until Vincent could put
his arm across her back as they hurried forward.

He found
a private, decked out bathroom that looked as if it only took the keycard he
swiped from his wallet. Inside was a black marble counter top with sleek
waterfall faucets, a huge uncut mirror, and low lighting. The minute the door
clicked shut behind them Vincent’s hand was under her hair grabbing the back of
her head to pull her up to kiss him as he walked her backward with their lips
moving from touching to urgent in a heartbeat.

His
other hand had her purse off her shoulder and she heard it hit the countertop
she backed into. Vincent’s tongue dug deep making her moan and clutch his
sides. His hard body pressed into her as deeply as his tongue and he moved the
back of her head where he wanted her mouth to go — until she practically
climbed up his muscular body and he helped her by hooking an arm under her ass.

“Open,”
he demanded in her mouth, and she separated her legs with her short skirt
rising to her hips. He set her on the countertop and moved in, until the ridge
of his thick erection rode her core. She whimpered, licking her tongue
feverishly over his. His hands free from holding her up, burrowed under her
cami to the cups of her bra.

He raised
the cups off her breasts and his finger on one side tweaked her already taut
nipple. “God,” she groaned, with her head falling back.

“Top
off,” he ordered on a growl heavy with lust.

She
tried to see through the haze of arousal licking through her … to maybe protest
… anyone could walk in. But he had her jacket off and her light camisole pulled
up over her head.