Shoulda Been A Cowboy: Rough Riders, Book 7

by Lorelei James

  “So how long have you known Cam?” he asked.

  “He’s been coming into the restaurant I manage for a while. Only recently have we…started seeing each other outside of working hours.”

  “You’re very diplomatic, Domini. Where are you from? Switzerland?”

  “No, the Ukraine.” Her head snapped up. Blood tinged her cheeks. “I get it. Neutral. Switzerland. Funny.”

  Brock shrugged. “I’m guessing it wasn’t a picnic living in the Ukraine after the Chernobyl disaster and the fall of the Soviet Union.”

  “It was bad, which was why I left.”

  “Not as a mail-order Ukrainian bride, I hope.”

  “No. That was never an option for me.”

  “Why not?”

  I’m damaged goods. “The Evangelical Church of Hope got their hooks in me before the marriage brokers did and they offered me a better way out of the country. I eventually found a way to escape them too.” She chugged her beer and boldly changed the subject. “You’ve known Cam for a long time.”

  “Yep.”

  “Can I ask you something about him?”

  “Sure. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”

  That flip reply might’ve stung if she hadn’t suspected Brock’s passive aggressive responses were his way of protecting his friend. “Was Cam always…such a…” Domini struggled with the right word.

  Brock’s eyes narrowed. “Such a what?”

  “The type of guy who’s loyal. Polite. Thoughtful. Generous. He’d walk a little old lady across the street. He’d jump in front of a bus to save a baby in a runaway stroller. He’d give up his seat to a pregnant woman. He’d…”

  “Throw himself on a grenade to save your life?” Brock supplied.

  “Exactly. Has he always been that way? Or did he become that way after his injury?”

  “What do you think?” he asked without guile.

  “I think he’s always been the selfless guy who does the right thing. No matter what. No matter the personal cost.”

  “You’d be exactly right. And you’re the first person who’s picked up on that…except for me, of course.”

  “Of course.”

  “I owe him my life. He’ll tell you the reverse is true, but it’s not. He saved my dumb ass more times than I care to count. I will do anything for that man. Cam is one of a kind and he deserves the best—” his cool appraisal moved over her and he frowned, “—in everything.”

  Stung by his less than flattering perception that she wasn’t good enough for Cam, she stood. “I should go. Please give Cam the shirt.”

  “Chill out. Finish your beer. I didn’t mean to run you off.”

  She allowed him time to consider his statement, then challenged, “Didn’t you? Didn’t you really?”

  Brock attempted to stare her down, but gave up and laughed. “Man, you ain’t a pushover at all, are you?”

  “Some people confuse a quiet nature with timidity. There is a difference, Mr. Tennyson.”

  “I see that now.” Brock snatched her hand and kissed her knuckles with exaggeration. “Call me Brock. I owe you an apology, delectable Domini.”

  “Apology accepted.”

  His right eyebrow winged up. “I’m forgiven that fast?”

  “No point in holding a grudge. You were only looking out for Cam’s best interest and I can’t fault you for that.”

  “Hmm. Gorgeous, quiet and forgiving. Will you marry me?”

  She laughed. “Let’s stick to being friends.”

  “Oh woman, I am so gonna try to change your mind. Let’s have a toast to celebrate our new friendship.” He leapt to his feet. “Have any idea where Cam keeps the tequila?”

  “No. But I hope his liquor cabinet is better stocked than his refrigerator.”

  “You and me are gonna get along just fine.”

  Cam was surprised to see Domini’s car parked in the drive. He was even more surprised to enter the kitchen and see Brock and Domini laughing over a row of empty shot glasses.

  A possessive roar filled his head.

  “Cam! My man. I was just telling Domini about the time—”

  “I kicked your butt for drinkin’ all my tequila?”

  “No, about the time we got into that bar fight in—”

  “I’m sure Domini ain’t interested in hearing our old war stories, Brock.”

  “Yes I am.”

  Damn she looked good. Color on her cheeks. A sparkle in her eyes. Amusement tilting the corners of her mouth.

  He forced a smile. “Looks like I have some catching up to do. Pass me that bottle, will ya?”

  “Sure thing.” Brock poured three fingers of tequila and slid it across the bar.

  “Why don’t you tell me one of your wild stories?” Domini asked him.

  “I’ll pass because I don’t lie nearly as smoothly as Brock does.”

  “That’s true,” Brock said. “We called him George behind his back because of that ‘I cannot tell a lie’ bullshit.”

  Cam confided, “And we called him Pinocchio.”

  “Really? I’m stunned. All your stories have been an outrageous…lie?” she said with mock shock.

  “Not all. Once I wrassled a bear with my bare hands. I have pictures.” Brock peeped at her with those big, dark puppy dog eyes that always got him laid. “Wanna see them?”

  “I assume you’re bare naked on the bear skin rug after you killed the beast with your bare hands?” Domini mused.

  “Yep, but unlike the pictures of those white boys who ain’t smart enough to hunt bears the right color, like polar bears, my brown ass blends perfectly with the grizzly I slayed.” Brock leaned closer. “Is this getting me anywhere with you, hot stuff?”

  Domini and Brock continued to flirt like Cam wasn’t in the room. This playful side of Domini fascinated him. He’d seen her various sides, sweet and fiery and obedient and occasionally pushy, but never shamelessly charming. Or was it just shameless?

  Regardless, it was hot as sin watching her enchant Brock—a man who was not easily enchanted.

  An hour later, Cam was on his third shot and Domini and Brock had quit drinking entirely.

  But they hadn’t stopped the sexy banter, arguing the pros and cons of mail-order brides. “Not speaking the same language would be a huge bonus,” Brock pointed out. “Then she couldn’t nag me.”

  “You, Brock Tennyson, are trying to get under my skin.”

  “No, sweetheart, I’m trying to get into your pants.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Is it working?”

  She laughed—a little nervously—but she didn’t say no.

  “I’m gonna take your silence as a yes. Hot damn!” Brock grabbed her hand, acting like he was dragging her away.

  “Stop. I know you were kidding.” Domini sent Cam a questioning look. “Right?”

  Tension hung in the air.

  “You’re a big girl, Domini. Do what you want.”

  “But…” She looked torn. “Don’t…aren’t you supposed to…”

  Scream no, you’re mine! Yes. Cam tossed off a cool, “Give you permission?”

  She nodded warily.

  Brock sucked in a breath. “Shit, Cam. She said you two had one date and I thought… Why didn’t you tell me it was that way between you two?”

  Domini spun on Brock. “What way?”

  “Cam’s way.”

  “How do you know—”

  “Because I’ve known him a long time, Domini, and I know what he prefers.”

  Cam flashed Domini a wolfish smile. “Surprised?”

  She shook her head before addressing Brock. “And you aren’t like Cam?”

  “No.” Brock slurped from a water bottle. “I like to watch. Damn, do I like to watch. Sometimes I join in. When control freak here lets me.”

  Cam caught the flare of interest in Domini’s eyes.

  Whoa. That reaction was unexpected. But then again, Cam hadn’t delved much into finding out Domini’s sexual fantasies because he’d been fulfilli
ng his role as her dominant lover and that’d been enough for him.

  But was it enough for her?

  Right then Cam knew he’d have to decide how far he was willing to let them take this flirtation. He and Brock had shared women in the past. It’d been no big deal.

  But now it was different. Could he orchestrate a sexual situation between his best friend and the woman he’d fallen in love with? Or would he want to rip the hands off the man who’d saved his life just because he’d put them on her?

  Did Domini think she could handle a threesome?

  Too fucking bad. No way in hell was Brock touching her, no matter what she thought she wanted. No. Way.

  What kind of lover would you be if you didn’t see to her sexual needs? Even if they were in direct conflict with yours?

  Fuck that. She’s mine.

  Is she? Does she know that?

  No.

  Dammit. If he snarled and showed jealousy, not only would Domini realize he’d developed serious feelings for her, but so would Brock.

  What better way to prove his control over her than to command her to satisfy another man? And bonus: it’d prove to Brock that Cam McKay might’ve lost his leg, but he hadn’t lost his edge. He still owned the ability to bend a woman to his sexual whims.

  Decision made, Cam casually asked, “Domini. Have you ever been with two men at once?”

  “Umm. No.”

  “Does the thought of two men fucking you at the same time turn you on?” When her response was a long time coming, he said, “Answer me.”

  Domini didn’t look away. “Yes.”

  “If I were to demand you blow me while Brock watches, you’d do it.”

  Not a question, yet she nodded anyway.

  “Then come here.”

  She sauntered over, her head held high, her white-blonde hair flowing around her angelic face, her arctic eyes bright, her mouth curved in a small smile.

  Cam curled his hand around her neck and centered her body between his legs. He brought his mouth down on hers hard, taking the brutal kiss he craved. When he’d thoroughly flustered her with his possessive kiss, he slid his lips to her ear. “If you don’t want to do this, princess, say so now.”

  Her voice was so subdued he strained to hear it. “I gave myself to you without restriction. Whatever you want, you can have.”

  “Good answer, baby. And you can show me. Now.”

  He walked to the fireplace in the living room, expecting Domini to follow. From the corner of his eye, he saw Brock flop on the couch. The move looked lazy. Bored. Cam knew it was anything but.

  As Domini approached him, he unbuttoned his shirt. She didn’t lower her eyes or keep her hands clasped behind her back. The subservient posture and attitude crap didn’t appeal to either of them, thank God. But she did not balk at letting him have complete control.

  She said, “You didn’t wear a T-shirt.”

  Cam smiled. “See? I listen to you.”

  “I’m glad.” Her fingers trailed over the sprinkling of chest hair. Her palms smoothed his pecs, his ribs, and his belly. She angled her head to lap at the hollow of his throat.

  A tremor threatened to break free from that sexy innocent lick.

  Domini’s delicate butterfly touches were a stunning contrast to the hard nips and deep sucking kisses she used on his nipples.

  “Enough. Unbutton my pants.” The khakis were loose enough once she’d released the snap, they pooled around his ankles. “On your knees.” She looked up at him and Cam couldn’t resist brushing the hair from her face. “Your hands can be on my hips or my ass. Choose.”

  She peeled the boxers down and didn’t spend significant time gawking at his prosthesis, but neither did she ignore it. She mouthed the length of his shaft, teasing it with hot breath and firm nibbles. Then she sucked it into the wetness and heat that never failed to make his breath catch.

  Cam braced his right hand on the oak mantel and gathered her hair in his left hand, keeping a clear shot for Brock. He knew how hot the visual looked—Domini’s bobbing head as his cock pumped in and out of her hungry mouth.

  But the visual wasn’t nearly as hot as the reality of her sucking him off.

  “Baby, your mouth is pure heaven. You know how I like it.”

  Domini kept him wet, she kept him deep, and she kept sucking until Cam felt his balls lift.

  He shoved his cock until her lips were stretched around the base. He tightened his hold on her hair, but not hard enough to sting her scalp. “Suck it all down, every fuckin’ drop. Swallow. More, baby, don’t choke. Breathe. That’s it.”

  Hot pulse after hot pulse shot out the end of his dick, and she sucked in tandem to every pulsation, leaving him depleted. Sated. Dizzy. He would’ve staggered and probably crashed to the ground if not for the hold Domini maintained on his hips.

  The supreme glow of satisfaction she wore whenever she’d pleased him was heady stuff and it humbled him. He murmured, “Thank you.”

  Wordlessly, Domini nuzzled his left thigh, then his right.

  “Are you ready?”

  She peered up at him. “Ready for what?”

  “For me and Brock to fuck you.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Being with two men? At the same time?

  A million thoughts spun crazily in Domini’s head.

  First: yes! I want this. Followed quickly by: no! I can’t do this.

  What about after the fun and sexual games ended? Would she be hot and happy in the moment but feel used when it was over? Could she look Brock in the eye without embarrassment? What about Cam? How would he react after his friend fucked her?

  Even as Domini considered the repercussions, she knew she’d do it. Not for Cam, not for Brock, for her own curiosity.

  Cam helped her to her feet. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m nervous.”

  “Because you’ve never—”

  “—done anything remotely close to this.”

  His deep chuckle vibrated throughout her body. “Brock and I have. Trust us.”

  She said, “Okay,” in a breathless rush.

  Cam placed his mouth on her ear. “Remember something. I decide what I’ll let him to do you. Not you. Definitely not him.” After a lingering kiss, Cam said, “Take your shirt and bra off.”

  Domini stripped and hated the burning in her cheeks.

  “Brock, grab a towel and the vegetable oil from the kitchen. Get the captain’s chair out of the dining room and bring it in here.”

  Brock grinned and returned promptly, setting the chair by the end of the couch and the other items on the side table.

  Cam lowered into the seat and motioned to Domini. He zigzagged his rough-skinned finger from her left hipbone to her right and her belly trembled beneath his sure touch. He clamped his hands on her waist and turned her sideways.

  Brock sauntered forward. Naked. When had he gotten naked? His left hand pumped his cock, his gaze fixed firmly on her face. “I’d like to taste your pretty mouth, lick those full pink lips before I see them wrapped around my dick, but since that’s not the way Cam plays…can I touch them?”

  Domini opened her mouth to respond, only to have Cam answer for her. “Just her lips, nothin’ else.”

  Cam’s possessive answer sent a shiver through her.

  Brock’s right hand came up. He outlined her lips with a languid sweep of his thumb. He brushed it just far enough inside her mouth that the wet rim of her lip dampened the pad. He hissed when she darted her tongue and licked it.

  “Ever had a black man, baby?”

  “No.”

  “You know what they say…”

  Brock laughed and ignored Cam’s warning growl as his hand followed the line of her throat to her shoulder. He gently pushed until she fell to her knees.

  Then that black cock was in her face. It wasn’t as long as Cam’s, which meant she’d have an easier time deep throating him. But the cockhead was plumper. The shaft was thicker. Brock’s skin to
ne was beautiful, a rich dark brown. His shortly trimmed pubic hair was pure black. She had just latched onto his hips when Cam’s voice broke through the sounds of Brock’s heavy breathing.

  “You hands are on me, not him.” Cam circled her wrists and placed her hands behind her; one on Cam’s right thigh, one high on the left. “I’ll touch you while you’re sucking him.”

  The position would’ve been awkward if not for the arch in her spine which caused her nipples to brush the bristly hair on Brock’s legs and tingle deliciously in response. She smiled. Cam knew how much she loved nipple play. Even now he was seeing to her sexual needs.

  “Open,” Brock directed.

  She closed her eyes, dropped her jaw in anticipation of all that smooth, hot, hard flesh pushing past her lips and teeth, over her tongue until it filled her mouth completely. Brock swirled the cockhead over her lips and plunged in to the root.

  Domini started to gag.

  Cam’s voice drifted to her. “Relax. Breathe.”

  Brock wasn’t expecting a slow tease. He pumped in and out in a smooth rhythm that Domini knew would get him off quickly.

  Cam twined his hands in her hair, holding it out of her face. “You have no idea how fucking hot it is to see his dick in your mouth.”

  A slight hum from her had Brock groaning, “Jesus. Do that again.”

  She did.

  Domini looked up at Brock. A little thrill shot through her, seeing him lost in pleasure. She understood Cam was giving this intimate moment to Brock as much as she was.

  Was it easier for Cam to show his gratitude for his friendship when he was proving to Brock that Cam McKay was still one hundred percent dominant male?

  “More, come on, take it all,” Brock urged, forcing her to refocus.

  As she created tight suction on every withdrawal, she slackened her throat muscles when Brock plunged back in to the root. His hardness filled her mouth over and over, sending her into hazy subspace where she existed on a whole different plane.

  “You’re beautiful,” Cam whispered. “So damn beautiful I can’t think for wanting you. Two men so fucking hot for you that we’re both gonna fuck you at once. Me in that tight pussy. Brock in your tight ass. You’re getting wet thinking about it, aren’t you?”