Free Their Ex's Redrock Three by Shirl Anders Page A

is not being reasonable.” Luna’s voice got what she thought was sexier, he thought whinier. “Can you talk to him, darling?”
    “Looking forward to seeing you on stage, babe,” he lied. “I’ll see what I can do. But Sam’s in charge.”
    “You make my nipples hard when you get things for me, lover.”
    Christ, he wanted to puke. “Come home, I’ll lick them,” he rasped. A few moments later, he nodded to the flight attendant as he ducked to enter the plane.
    “Lover, I wanna give you this luscious body, but my fans need me to practice. Soon, darling.”
    Yeah, fucking right. Vincent stowed his bag and took his seat. “I’m going to fuck that famous pussy,” he uttered, then he disconnected, not able to take any more. She wouldn’t care, probably barely notice. How Navarro could stand her was anyone's guess. Sam said Navarro was hooked up with the mob guys circling the Red Rock.
    They’d been trying to find a way in for several years, but Vincent didn’t scare and further he wasn’t interested. At all. He knew some tribes across the nation had mafia underpinnings. Wasn’t happening on his watch. However, he had a bad feeling those guys might think if they could get control of his wife, they could get control of him.
    Surprise. They were fucked. But so was he, because while he could cut Luna loose after the vote, he still had no way, he knew of, to keep her crazy ass away from Tess should he try to publically hookup with Tess.
    That messed with him. Bad. So bad he did stupid things like breaking into Tess’ motel room to have her five ways and make her come as many. And, he knew he’d do it again. But as long as Tess could be a target for Luna, he had to keep it out of the public’s eyes.
    Vincent pulled his cell out of his pocket and texted Tess because he knew she’d not answer his cell call. “Still taste you. Keep that with me. Free night, see you the next. Be naked and ready.”
    Yeah, he was a fool but he couldn’t stop, and he fooled himself the most that he could keep it secret.
    Tess’ gaze lifted from the text she’d just read from Vincent, to look at Finn sitting across the table from her. Finn had invited her to breakfast.
    “Chiquita, I made you look like that we’d be in bed.”
    Tess immediately tried to stop looking like “that.” But it was hard not to be pissed off and turned on in the same moment. She nearly opened her mouth to tell Finn about Vincent and his miraculously getting into her room, even knowing it was her room, and disappearing by leaving the door locked from the outside . She figured Vincent picked the lock ... except leaving it locked when he left, and how could he possibly do that, made her jittery. More jittery than blowout sex … no , but amazed.
    Wisely, she didn’t blurt her innermost messed up life events to Finn, who looked seriously badass that morning, in black jeans, a black tee, and a really worn motorcycle jacket. But better his hair was a sexy mess and his intense green eyes were just for her. Not the gallery of women in the corner booth to their right, in the diner where they were catching breakfast. Five women, varying ages from twenty to mid-thirties had clocked Finn’s arrival on a chrome-studded motorcycle, when he’d pulled up front.
    Tess didn’t know a thing about motorcycles, but Finn’s looked impressive. More impressive was Finn’s lack of acknowledging the women ogling him, while he kept his attention centered on her.
    So she blushed, and quickly changed his subject. “You could get it five times, varying ages,” she informed him, nodding toward the corner booth.
    Finn’s green eyes cut that way. The ladies took notice and started crossing and uncrossing legs, pouting lips, and one winked. Finn growled beneath his breath and turned his gaze back to her. “All bitches,” he announced. “Take a man’s balls and twist them. Not sweet and hot like you.”
    Tess’ eyes widened as she asked incredulously, while secretly