Shoulda Been A Cowboy (11 page)

He must've groaned because Domini whipped around.

Her eyes widened as if she'd peeked inside his
brain. But he didn't see shock in the pale blue depths, just
interest. When her mouth softened, Cam couldn't keep his hands
off her another second.

His glass hit the counter. He stood and lifted her to
her feet, then his mouth claimed hers in blistering kiss. God he
loved how wickedly eager her tongue was sliding beside his. How
recklessly and hotly she writhed against him.

So crazed was his need for her, his hands trembled as he
yanked her sundress down. It fluttered to the floor, allowing her
pert breasts and hard-tipped nipples to fill his greedy hands.

Domini sucked in a surprised breath.

Cam flicked little whips of his tongue around the point
of her left nipple. Each lick, each suckling touch of his mouth to
any part of her breasts drove Domini wild. She gyrated her hips. She
gouged her fingernails into his shoulders. He changed it up, keeping
her guessing on whether he'd use his teeth, mouth or tongue.
Her sexy purrs caused everything male inside him to roar with primal
need to satisfy her.

He pushed her back to the fridge, still sucking on her
sweet little tits. “Now. Right fucking now.”

She just moaned.

Cam moved his hand between her legs and he found her hot
and slick and ready. No reason to wait. She was wet, he was hard. Cam
held her wrists behind her back. He let his tongue tease the shell of
her ear until she shivered. Oh yeah, he was learning all her secret
hot spots.

He turned her, and pressed her against the refrigerator
door.

Domini gasped when her bare breasts met the door's
cold metal front.

“
Feels good and naughty on your hot skin, doesn't
it?” Cam placed her palms flat on the top of the door. “Keep
your hands there and spread your legs.”

Domini's feet slid out.

Cam layered his face to the side of hers while he
quickly worked his belt and pants. They hit the tile with a
resounding thud. His right hand snuck around her hip and flattened
over her abdomen, urging her pelvis to angle back. His left hand
guided his cock to that tight channel weeping for him.

He drove into her hard and deep.

“
Oh. God. Yes.”

Using his right hand to stroke her clit, he followed the
line of her arm up with his other hand and threaded his fingers
through her left hand braced on the top of the refrigerator. Then Cam
began a series of shallow thrusts. Slow thrusts.

Her head fell onto his shoulder. “Your bare chest
feels so good against my back.”

“
Your cunt feels hot and wet and tight around my
dick.” He pumped his hips and circled his finger over her clit,
wondering how quickly it'd take to get her off.

“
Cam. Please.”

“
Please what?”

“
Harder.”

“
Lucky for you, that's what I had in mind.”

Domini groaned.

As much as he'd love to build her to the point of
detonation, chances were high once he began pounding into her, he
wouldn't last either.

“
Let's kick this up a notch.”

Between the constant attention to her clitoris and the
deeper thrusts, Domini's body trembled, she cried out as she
shot like a rocket.

Cam blinked the sweat from his eyes and managed to hold
off until the tail end of her orgasm. The internal vibrations jerked
him right over the edge into sweet oblivion. They were still locked
together, with Cam scattering kisses across the sexy slope of her
bare shoulder, when he heard his work cell phone ringing. In his
pants. On the floor.

Shit. Perfect fucking timing as usual.

He eased out of her and jerked his pants up, fastening
them in record time. He dug for his cell phone but it'd already
quit ringing. Before he hit call back, he scooped up Domini's
clothes and grabbed a couple of napkins from the counter. “Here.”

“
Thanks.”

Cam called the station and paced to the sliding glass
door. “What's up? No. That sucks. I understand. I'll
be there in half an hour.” He sighed and walked back to the
kitchen.

Domini's hair obscured her face while she righted
her dress. She didn't acknowledge him at all.

Screw that. They'd had too many misunderstandings
already; he'd be damned if this would be another one.

Cam crowded her against the refrigerator until she
looked at him. “I'm sorry, that was a pretty abrupt
dismount, huh?”

She allowed a smile. “But the ride was good while
it lasted, cowboy.”

“
I'm not a cowboy, I'm a cop. In fact,
that's what the call was about. Another deputy is sick, they're
shorthanded so I've been drafted to duty.” He smoothed
her hair back from her face. “Which is too bad because I was
kinda hoping we could hang out the rest of the night.”

“
You liked beating me at cards that much?”

I liked
being
with you that much. Too much
. He let his lips
toy with hers. “I knew the sex would be smokin' hot
between us.”

Domini peered up at him. “You sure it
wasn't…ho-hum for you?”

“
Ho-hum? Jesus. My cock gets as hard as a fucking
bullet if you so much as look at me, Domini. I've fucked you
twice in an hour. If I wasn't goin' to work, I'd
probably fuck you at least twice more. So ho-hum is the last goddamn
way
it is between us.”

A flirty, smug smile tilted her lips. “Good to
know. You can make it up to me later. Now put your shirt on, Deputy.”

Cam grabbed his uniform. He'd change at the
station. Once again Domini sat right next to him in the truck,
constantly touching him, but not saying much.

 

***

 

It never failed. This shit always happened on his shift.
Even when it was a fill-in shift.

Since they were short-staffed, both he and Sheriff
Shortbull responded to the 10-54.

The red and blue lights threw shadows on the pavement.
His patrol car sat sideways in the road, Sheriff Shortbull's
patrol car sat sideways three hundred yards down from his. Between
the two vehicles? A herd of cattle. Cattle, which weren't
moving at all, hence the dispatch call.

Cam wiped his brow and punched the talk button on the
radio. “Dispatch, how we coming on that cattle prod?”

“
With all due respect, Deputy McKay, no one is
bringing you a cattle prod.”

“
How about a bull whip?”

“
That's a negative, sir.”

“
So I'm just supposed to sit here and shoo
them outta the road with my bare hands?”

“
Deputy, sit tight. The owner is en route.”

“
You've been saying that for thirty
minutes.”

“
If you have an issue with the time frame, Deputy
McKay, I suggest you bring it up with your cousin, Luke McKay, once
he arrives.”

“
Ten-four.”

Cam tossed the handset on the seat. Headlights bobbing
up the road caught his eye. Too close together to be a truck. He
waited and a big Yamaha four-wheeler parked. The driver ripped off
the helmet and long brown hair spilled out.

“
Jessie? What're you doin' here? I
thought Luke was coming?” Cam said.

“
So did I, but apparently he's screwing
around again, who knows when he'll make an appearance. You guys
have better things to do than to look after our cattle. Especially
since Luke was supposed to fix this section of fence last week so
this wouldn't happen.”

“
I know you guys are busy, we just don't
want anyone getting hurt.” Two years previous, loose cattle
wandering into the road had caused the deaths of a young married
couple and their baby. Escaped cattle were a fact of life in Wyoming,
but a fact that shouldn't be ignored.

Jessie reached into the back of the ATV and extracted an
enormous pair of bolt cutters. “I'll cut that bad section
of fence away so I can herd the cattle back through it.”

She didn't wait to hear his opinion on her
solution; she just took off on foot. Five minutes later she returned
and tossed the cutters in the back end.

“
If you guys turn on your sirens, the noise will
make them uneasy and I can probably get them rounded up easier.”

“
Sure thing.” Cam whistled at the sheriff
and relayed the message. Once the sirens were on full blast, the
cattle began to get restless. They started to move when Jessie honked
and circled them with the ATV. She chased one cow through the broken
fence line as a signal for the rest of the cattle to follow.

Within twenty minutes, steaming piles of cow shit were
all that was left. Sheriff Shortbull drove off. Just as Cam rounded
the front end of the patrol car, another set of headlights
approached. The truck parked and the owner jumped from the cab,
leaving the vehicle running.

Cam wasn't particularly surprised to see his
cousin, Luke McKay. Although Cam had always gotten along fine with
Luke, the man's late appearance rankled.

“
Hey, Cam. Did you round up my cattle?”

“
No, we waited on you, but Jessie handled it.”

“
Jessie?” Luke's laugh sounded bitter.
“Gotta hand it to her, sometimes that girl shows all sorts of
gumption.”

Cam waited for Luke to clarify the condescending
comment, and when he didn't, Cam said, “Gumption or not,
Jessie had it under control in no time flat.”
No
thanks to you.
“You should be proud of
her for handling it when you weren't around.

“
I can hardly freakin' wait for the silent
treatment the next week because she had to
handle
it.” Luke rubbed the section of skin between his eyebrows. “Be
the smart one in the family, Cam, since you're the last of your
brothers who ain't wrapped that ball and chain around your
ankle. Don't get married. Ever.”

That shocked the crap out of Cam. He had no clue what he
was supposed to say. Luke and Jessie had only been married a couple
of years and they were already having problems?

You'd know what was going on if you kept up
with family business.

Luke squinted at the gaping hole in the fence line. “I
suppose she'll give me hell about that too.”

Cam thought Luke deserved all kinds of hell, but he
didn't see sweet, soft-spoken Jessie standing up to him. “How
long has the fence been down?”

“
Why?” Luke's gaze snapped back to
his. “Did Jessie say something to you about it?”

“
I've got eyes, cuz. I'll remind you
the rest of your damn fences can be falling down all over the place,
but it's your responsibility as a landowner on this section of
highway to keep these fences maintained. It's dangerous to let
'em go.”

“
Yeah? Maybe you oughta mention that
responsibility to your brother, Cord, as there are plenty of
rickety-ass sections of fence line runnin' along his portion of
the highway.”

“
I will mention it to him, trust me. Meantime, if
this fence isn't fixed within forty-eight hours, I will ticket
you, Luke, count on it.”

Luke didn't snap off another comment. He merely
nodded, climbed in his truck, and roared off.

Chapter Six

Ah, the glamorous, exciting life of a single woman.

Domini had scrubbed her apartment from top to bottom and
finished laundry. Then she'd indulged in a long, hot bath in
perfumed water. For dinner she'd grilled a juicy steak, loaded
a baked sweet potato with butter and brown sugar, poured a glass of
Shiraz and finished off the meal with a slice of chocolate
peanut-butter pie.

Normally she'd consider that a perfect day. The
sense of accomplishment balanced with a touch of personal indulgence.
But after spending yesterday afternoon hanging out with Cam McKay,
she couldn't shake the feeling her life lacked something.

Was it just sex? Or was it something scarier? Like the
beginning of a relationship?

Nah. Definitely sex. Cam was a confirmed bachelor. He
wasn't looking for a white picket fence, a wife and two point
five kids any more than she was.

Not that she could pop out even the point five portion
of a kid. Was that why she'd gone off on a tangent about the
evils of marriage? Probably. She excelled at deflection. She swirled
the claret-colored liquid, studying the light refraction in the
crystal facets of the wineglass.

Soft rapping jarred her out of her melancholy. She
straightened the lapels of her silk robe as she strode to the door.

“
Domini? It's Cam.”