Cowboys Like Us

by Vicki Lewis Thompson

  “Oh.” She touched a hand to her hair. “Right.”

  “We never did find a bathroom.”

  “No, but the window should make a good enough mirror.”

  “Yeah.” Reluctantly he stepped aside and let her out of their private corner. He felt like claiming a chunk of plaster or a section of carpet as a souvenir for one of the peak experiences of his life. “You weren’t really looking for the bathroom, were you?”

  She turned from pinning up her hair, and with her arms up like that, she was so inviting, so completely feminine. “No, I wasn’t,” she said.

  “Didn’t think so.”

  She looked in the window’s reflection again and continued doing her hair. “You didn’t believe for one minute I was looking for the bathroom, did you?”

  “I was hoping you weren’t,” he admitted. “I was hoping you were looking for a dark corner, the same as me.”

  “It’s so great to be on the same page for once.”

  Right now he wouldn’t mind being on the same bed. But first they had to get back to the luau and put in an appearance. He glanced down to make sure his fly was completely zipped, and there, plain as could be on the dove-gray material, was a lipstick mark. “Damn,” he mumbled, trying to scrape it off with his fingernail. It wasn’t working.

  “What’s the matter?” She turned from the window, her lipstick tube in one hand. Then she began to giggle.

  “I’m glad you think it’s funny. Lipstick on my collar is one thing, but I don’t really want to walk into the luau with lipstick on my fly.”

  “Stop rubbing it. You’ll only make it worse.” She grinned at him. “I have something to take care of your problem.” She capped her lipstick tube and dropped it back inside her purse.

  “Like what?” He had learned to be suspicious of a smiling Keely Branscom.

  “This.” She produced a small packet and ripped it open.

  He was immediately aroused and ready to destroy the work she’d put into her hair and makeup. “You said you didn’t have one.”

  “I usually tuck one in my purse.” She pulled out a small, white square from the packet.

  He imagined that she’d forgotten about it in the heat of the moment, but he was confused by the configuration of the condom in her hand. “They make them square and white? How does that work?”

  “I’ll show you.” She sat in the chair. “Come on over here.”

  He couldn’t believe she was being so nonchalant about it. Her casual attitude excited him even more. “While you’re in the chair?” They would be way more visible in that chair than they had been in the corner. But if she was willing to try, he was more than willing.

  “Sure. That puts me at the right level.”

  He’d heard about making love with the woman in a chair, her legs spread over the arms, and he’d always meant to try it. But he hadn’t expected the chair to be at the end of an open hallway in a public building. He quivered with expectation as he walked toward her.

  She gazed at his fly and glanced up, amusement in her eyes. “Looking forward to this, are we?”

  “You’d better believe it.”

  “This should be very interesting.” She used the white square to rub the spot where the lipstick was.

  He jumped back. “What in hell are you doing?”

  “Getting your stain out. What did you think I was going to do?”

  “I thought that white thing was a condom!”

  She looked at the moist square and began to laugh.

  “Well, it comes in the same kind of package!”

  “Yes,” she said, grinning at him. “Yes, it does. But this is a laundry aid. You use it to take out stains when you aren’t near a washing machine. I think it would be totally useless for birth control.”

  He stared at her, unable to process this practical streak in a woman who seemed focused only on sexual experiences. “So how come you remembered to bring that and not a condom?”

  “Because I thought we’d be at the luau the whole time. I guess I was more concerned about ruining my dress than getting pregnant.” Laughter danced in her eyes. “Do you want me to work on that lipstick mark or not?”

  “You’d better give me that thing. If you do it, I’m liable to end up with more lipstick on here, not less.”

  “I can control myself.”

  “That may well be, but I think we’ve established that I can’t.”

  “I see.” Gazing at him, she rubbed the towelette lazily back and forth between her fingers. “Then I guess you’d better do it.”

  “Stop that.”

  “You don’t really want me to stop,” she said softly. “You love being sexually on edge. You thought we were going to make love in this chair and you were ready to try, even with the danger of someone coming down the hallway and catching us at it. You crave the adventure, don’t you?”

  “Maybe. But I crave chocolate cake, too. That doesn’t mean it’s good for me.”

  “Well, there are several differences between me and chocolate cake.” She lowered her voice to a seductive murmur. “And some similarities. I’m smooth and creamy, but I won’t clog your arteries. And if you think you crave chocolate cake, wait until you’ve tasted me.”

  Amazing how he could stand there, not ten minutes after an unbelievable orgasm, and feel as if he could do it all again. “Give me that towel thing,” he said. “The sooner we get back to the luau, the sooner we can leave.”

  “Now there’s a plan.” She handed him the towelette. “But I should warn you that someone could still come along. Would you rather they caught you rubbing your crotch, or me doing it?”

  “No one’s going to see a thing.” He walked over to the atrium window, keeping his back to the hallway. Then he started scrubbing at the spot on his fly.

  She came to stand beside him and continued to fiddle with her hair as she looked at her reflection in the window. “I’ll bet that doesn’t feel as good as it might if I did it.”

  “Cut it out, Keely. I’m trying to clean this spot off without getting a major hard-on.”

  She lowered her voice again. “Looks like you’re having difficulties with that. Have you ever allowed a woman to watch while you touched yourself?”

  “No.” Damn, but she had a way of thinking that turned him on. “And I’m not doing it now, either.”

  “We could save that for later. Did you like watching me in the hot tub?” “Yes.”

  “I liked watching you, too. But you didn’t know I was there. Next time, I want you to know.”

  He stopped rubbing the spot. If he kept it up while she was talking that way, he would lose control. “I guess that’s good enough. Let’s go back.”

  “Okay.”

  As they started back down the hall, he wadded up the towelette and tossed it in the planter on his way by. Then he took her hand, just to prove he could touch her without going crazy. It wasn’t easy to keep the level down to hand-holding, but he would manage because he enjoyed the warmth of the connection.

  “That was something,” she said. “Really something.”

  “You’ve probably done stuff like that before.” He shouldn’t even ask, knowing he wouldn’t like the answer.

  “No, not really.”

  “You haven’t?” He glanced at her in surprise.

  “I only imagined doing it. I never did it for real.”

  “What do you know.” As they continued down the hall, he smiled to himself. Without realizing it, he’d made one of Keely’s sexual fantasies come true. That was pretty cool. “And no one saw anything,” he said, feeling damn smug about that, too.

  “Well, not for the first part, anyway.”

  He tensed. “What do you mean?”

  “Nobody caught us when we were in the corner, at least.”

  “Nobody saw me sponging my fly, either!”

  “Maybe not.”

  “What do you mean, maybe not?”

  “The janitor standing on the other side of the atrium might not
have been able to see what you were doing.”

  He came unglued. “There was a janitor standing on the other side of the atrium? Why didn’t you say something?”

  “Because you were almost done.” She chuckled. “And I didn’t think having you freak out and spin around would do anything to change his opinion of what you were up to. So I just smiled at him. He smiled back.”

  Noah groaned. “Great. First the gardener catches us making out in the bushes, and now there’s a janitor who thinks I’m some sort of weirdo who stands around playing with himself. Just great.”

  “Noah, if you’re going to enjoy the weekend, you need to remember something.” “What?”

  “What other people think of you is none of your business.”

  He sighed. She was right, of course, as long as they were here in the big city. But he had a lot of Saguaro Junction in him and, back home, such things mattered. And he was about to rejoin his buddies, people he would continue to see for years to come. He hoped that by the time they reached the party, his erection would be gone and the wet spot from the towelette would be dry. If not, he’d have to throw a cold drink on his lap to take care of both problems.

  “How soon do you think we can leave?” she asked as she walked beside him.

  “We should stay until Jenny and Brandon head up to their honeymoon suite.” His imagination filled with a picture of Keely lying naked in the middle of a pile of green pillows. “I hope to God that’s soon.”

  13

  KEELY HAD NO SOONER rejoined the party than Jenny, Tina, Sharon and Barb pounced on her and dragged her away from Noah.

  “Something happened, didn’t it?” Tina said, her dark Italian eyes sparkling. “You were gone a very long time.”

  “And that was the plan,” Jenny said. “Brilliant of me to send you off together, if I do say so myself.”

  “After the way he pulled you down on his lap during the game, I knew things were progressing nicely.” Sharon grinned. “So here’s what I think. You two have known each other since you were kids, right?”

  “That’s right,” Keely said.

  “Then it’s fate, you two meeting like this in Vegas,” Sharon continued. “I’ve seen Noah with a lot of women, and I’ve never seen him so totally preoccupied with any of them. I’ll bet he’s been pining away for you all these years without realizing it.”

  “Oh, I doubt it.” Didn’t she just wish, but she’d be a fool to let herself believe that. Maybe she had a sexual hold on Noah right now, but that was the extent of it. “We’re having fun being together this weekend, but that’s all.”

  “I think there’s more to it,” Tina said. “You have that certain glow whenever you’re with him, too. And—”

  A roar of male laughter cut off whatever else Tina had meant to say. They all looked over at the crowd of guys standing by the bar. Noah held an empty glass in his hand, and from the looks of things, he’d spilled the contents of it down the front of his tux, including his pants.

  Keely couldn’t help smiling. She had a pretty good idea that he’d done it on purpose for camouflage. Apparently his friends thought so, too.

  “Lame, totally lame!” Clint chortled. “Nobody thinks that was an accident, buddy.”

  Brandon clapped him on the shoulder. “Just give it up and admit there was frisky business going on while you and Keely were AWOL, and you came back with a little evidence on your clothes. It’s happened to the best of us. Even me.”

  “Yeah,” Greg said. “Shirts buttoned up wrong, underwear on inside out, suspicious wet spots—we’ve seen it all. Come on, ’fess up.”

  Keely didn’t mind the good-natured teasing because it meant that Noah’s friends had accepted her. But she wasn’t sure how Noah would take it. He hadn’t intended to include her in this event, yet she’d accepted Brandon’s invitation, anyway. Then she’d become chummy with the women in the bridal party, and then she’d dressed for the wedding in an outfit to drive him wild. Now he was suffering the consequences of her actions.

  To her surprise and relief, he grinned. “What are you guys, nooky narcs?”

  “Hell, no,” Greg said. “I hope you did do the nasty. We made bets on it, and I want my money.”

  “You should know better than to bet on an outcome you’ll never learn,” Noah said. He glanced in Keely’s direction. “I don’t intend to satisfy your curiosity or settle your bet. Unlike you morons, we have too much class, right, darlin’?”

  “Right,” she called over to him. Thank heavens he wasn’t furious with her. She’d only meant to have some fun, not make him uncomfortable. Obviously he wasn’t upset if he’d call her darlin’ in front of everyone. She couldn’t help feeling warm and special, and for one tender moment she imagined what it would be like to be his darlin’ for more than a weekend. But she wouldn’t be, and she needed to cool it around his friends so she wouldn’t embarrass him any further.

  “I was all set to claim my money on circumstantial evidence,” Greg grumbled, “until you threw a piña colada all over Exhibit A.”

  “I’m willing to testify to what I saw before that suspicious event,” Clint said.

  “Yeah, me, too,” Brandon added.

  As the men started to wrangle about what they’d seen or hadn’t seen, and the size and position of the spot, Jenny looked at her girlfriends and lowered her voice. “I think it’s time to give those monkeys something else to think about before they mess up this budding relationship. They’re starting to get a little crude.”

  “Agreed,” Sharon said.

  “It’s not a budding relationship,” Keely said.

  Jenny smiled at her. “Sometimes the people in a budding relationship are the last ones to pick up on what’s happening.” Then she raised her voice. “Garter toss, guys! The bride has spoken!”

  Brandon snapped to attention so quickly that Keely laughed. “That’s impressive, Jenny.”

  Jenny grinned at her as Brandon started over toward them. “Oh, we came to an agreement. I get to be the boss during the ceremony and the reception. He gets to be the boss all during the wedding-night playtime. It works out.”

  “I’ll bet it does.” Keely saw the glow of love in Brandon’s eyes as he took Jenny’s hand.

  They laughed and leaned against each other as they walked toward the center of the reception area where Greg had already placed a chair for Jenny to prop her foot on. During the removal of the garter, both Jenny and Brandon joked with the guests, but most of their teasing was directed at each other.

  They’ll have fun being married.

  The thought zoomed through Keely’s mind, startling her. She’d never considered that marriage and fun belonged in the same sentence. She hadn’t had all that many examples to go by, but most of the marriages she’d known had seemed extremely boring and restrictive compared to the excitement of the single life. Both her father and Noah’s father had been widowed fairly young, and neither of them had chosen to remarry, so she’d concluded that they must not have enjoyed matrimony all that much. From all reports, her mother hadn’t, either.

  In high school the parents of her friends had never seemed to have anything resembling fun. Mostly they’d spent time trying to spoil any fun their kids had wanted to have. A few of her high-school friends had acted interested in the concept of marriage and some had even gone through with it, but once she’d relocated to L.A., nobody in her city-girl circle had considered it an option until after they felt too old to party.

  But Jenny and Brandon gave a new dimension to her concept of marriage. For that matter, so did the others—Tina and Greg, Clint and Sharon.

  In Keely’s world committed couples were unusual. In this gathering they were the norm. For the first time in years she felt out of step. That would be cured once she left this group and returned to her own life, of course, but she was strangely reluctant to do that. She’d been given a different perspective and she wasn’t quite ready to shut the door on that.

  But the door might be shut for her. Sh
e didn’t fit into this cozy scene. She never had and she was foolish to think she ever would. These people accepted her as a childhood friend of Noah’s because that’s all they knew about her. True, she wasn’t as wild and racy as Noah imagined, but she was definitely a bad girl compared to Jenny and her friends. She doubted that any of them had ever posed for a centerfold.

  A cheer went up from the assembled guests as Brandon held the garter aloft. He started to throw it toward the small knot of bachelors clustered by the bar, a group that included Noah, but Jenny caught his arm. Then she pulled him closer to whisper in his ear.

  He straightened and turned toward the bar. “The bride wants to change the routine, and I’m sworn to give her absolute power during the ceremony and reception. If she wants the routine changed, then it’ll be changed. There will be no throwing of the garter.”

  The bachelors looked relieved, even Noah, and here Keely had thought he was more than ready to catch a garter and be the next man in his group to walk down the aisle. But the married men weren’t having any of it and they started complaining.

  “Hold it.” Brandon raised both hands. “I’m not going to throw the garter, but we can’t let a perfectly good wedding garter go to waste. One of you single guys needs to end up with it. Jenny has asked that in this case I bestow the garter, so we don’t leave the results to chance. It seems she has a particular person in mind.”

  Keely had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. Oh, well. It was only a silly superstition, anyway.

  Brandon twirled the garter around his index finger as he walked toward the bachelors who were watching him nervously. Sure enough, Brandon stopped in front of Noah. “Sir Noah, you are hereby dubbed the keeper of the wedding garter. Cupid’s got you in his sights, son.”

  Noah made some effort to protest, but in the end, with the not-so-gentle help of his friends, he was wearing the garter as an armband. He avoided Keely’s gaze.

  Of course, he wouldn’t give her soulful looks, she thought. He wanted only one thing from her, and he didn’t need a wedding ring to get it. That was fine, because she only wanted one thing from him, too. That was her story and she was sticking to it.