Cowboys Like Us

by Vicki Lewis Thompson

  “I take it the bedroom’s in there,” he said.

  Oh, yes. “Yes. It’s a different style from this room, but it’s still wonderful. And there’s also an incredible bathroom, from what I could see. I didn’t go all the way into the bedroom.”

  “And is that…all?”

  She laughed in disbelief. “That isn’t enough?”

  “Don’t get me wrong. I’ve never seen a place like this. It blows me away. But somehow I thought there would be more…space.”

  “The rooms are huge.”

  “I mean, more rooms.”

  “Ah.” Now she understood. The more rooms, the less temptation. Oh, gee, too bad. “Sorry, but we seem to have an entry, a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom. And closets. Oh, and a terrace.”

  He looked out to the terrace. She could imagine the wheels turning as he tried to decide if he could sleep there, which was as far from the bedroom as he could hope to get and still be in the suite. She hated to tell him, but it wouldn’t be far enough.

  Finally he looked at her. “Do you like it?”

  “Are you kidding?” She held out her hands and spun around on the smooth stone floor. “I love it!”

  He smiled, although he still seemed a little on the nervous side. “Well, good. That’s good.”

  “Don’t you?”

  “I…” He took off his hat and tapped it against his thigh. Then he ran his hand through his hair, combing it back from his forehead. “I don’t know. It’s so different. No couch, no chairs, no coffee table, no lamps. And where’s the TV?”

  If she had anything to say about it they wouldn’t be watching any television this weekend, but he looked so uneasy she decided to find a TV for him. If imagining he’d be catching a ball game on the tube would ease his anxiety, then she was all in favor of locating the television set.

  “I’ll bet there’s a TV somewhere.” She figured the set was hidden, but a remote of some sort had to exist. Strolling into the room, she glanced around and finally found a remote-control unit lying on a rock ledge. “Here we are. ‘Entertainment Center,’” she read from the list on the cover of the remote. When she pushed a button, precision motors whirred as a portion of one wall opened to reveal a giant screen.

  Noah shook his head. “Amazing.”

  “Want me to turn it on?” She found the power button.

  “No, that’s okay.”

  “Let’s make sure it works.” Punching the button, she brought up a menu screen. Aha. Adult videos on Channel 14. That might be worth checking out. She didn’t want Noah to get too comfortable.

  She pushed the numbers one and four on the numeric keypad. An incredible sound system filled the room with seductive music. Naughty! Sassy! No Holds Barred! flashed on the screen.

  “Keely, don’t—”

  “I’m just testing the system.”

  “Come on, turn it off.” He advanced toward her.

  “In a second.” As the preview began, she held the remote behind her back.

  “Give it here.” He reached around her.

  “Not yet.” She danced away from him.

  “Now, you know we don’t need to see this.” He grabbed for the remote again.

  She twirled out of reach. “Just the preview, okay?” She managed to sneak a peek at the screen. Wow. The people were so big. It seemed to make them more naked, somehow. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a skin flick on a big-screen TV. And the music was awesome. Must be some primo speakers disguised in the rock walls.

  He sounded a little desperate. “Look, I’m not going to wrestle you for it.”

  “Too bad. That could be fun.” She noticed he kept looking at the screen, too, and his attempts to get the remote away from her had become halfhearted.

  “Just turn off the video, okay?” he pleaded.

  “Right after this part.” When the woman dropped to her knees and unzipped the man’s pants in obvious preparation for oral sex, the camera zoomed in. The man’s penis nearly filled the screen. “Oh, now, see that? I’ll bet you dollars-to-doughnuts a man directed this video. You can tell, because a male director always concentrates on fellatio, while a woman—”

  “Keely, for God’s sake!”

  “It’s true! If you’ve watched enough of these you’d have to pick up on it!”

  “Well, I haven’t, okay? Saguaro Junction doesn’t exactly specialize in adult-video arcades!”

  “Then you should be delighted to have this chance to see some,” she said sweetly. “Whoops, is that a phone ringing somewhere?”

  “It sure as hell is, and I’ll bet it’s Brandon. God, I was supposed to meet him at—” He checked his watch. “Ten minutes ago. A fitting for the tux.” He scanned the area frantically. “Do you see anything in this jungle that resembles a phone, or should I go answer that trumpet-flower thing? That’s where the ringing’s coming from.”

  “I’m sure that’s a flower.” She moved the petals aside and saw nothing but lava rocks behind it.

  “This is ridiculous. We can’t even answer the—”

  “Oh!” With sudden inspiration, she looked at the remote in her hand. “Here’s a button marked Fax/phone. Let’s see what happens if I push it.”

  His eyes widened in panic. “Don’t! It might be a video phone or something.”

  “Okay, then take it.” She thrust the remote at him. “You push those little buttons and I’ll leave the room.”

  “And go where?” he asked, sounding even more agitated.

  “To the bedroom.” She winked at him. “Maybe I’ll slip into something more comfortable.”

  “But you don’t have any other clothes!” He sounded very worried.

  She glanced over her shoulder. “I know.” Then she crossed the footbridge with her best eye-catching walk. Poor Noah. When she decided to make her move, he wouldn’t know what hit him.

  WITH TREMBLING HANDS Noah turned off the power to the bigscreen TV, finally erasing the erotic images that had nearly driven him to do something he’d regret. Glancing uneasily toward the bedroom, afraid of what Keely might be up to in there, he pushed the button for the phone. Once again motors whirred as the rock wall parted and a shelf slid out, presenting him with a fax machine and a cordless phone.

  Setting the remote on the shelf, Noah picked up the cordless and turned it on. “Hello?”

  “Noah!” Brandon sounded relieved.

  “Listen, I’m sorry I’m not down there like I’m supposed to be. There’s been—”

  “I heard about that. I dialed your room and couldn’t get you, so the guys and I decided to go up there, because it’s not like you to be late. That’s when we found yellow crime-scene tape everywhere. Man, we went on a rampage, finally got ahold of the manager, Ames, and he told us what happened. I rescheduled the fittings for thirty minutes from now. Can you make that okay?”

  “Sure. I could come down now if you want.”

  “They have another wedding party in the rental shop right now, but we can go have a beer if you want to. Or we could all come up there and see your new room. Is it pretty cool?”

  “It’s okay.” Noah didn’t want to describe it because his friends would be up in a heartbeat to check it out. “The usual.”

  “It must at least have a hot tub or something, right?”

  “Well, yeah, it does.” Noah picked up the remote to find out what else it controlled besides the TV and the fax/phone cabinet.

  “Where? In the bedroom? Our honeymoon suite has a hot tub in the bedroom.”

  “Uh, it’s on the terrace.”

  “The terrace? Damn it, son, we don’t even have a terrace, let alone one big enough for a hot tub. What’s your view like?”

  “Um, you know—town, the mountains, stuff.”

  “I gotta see this. What’s your number?”

  “Well, I don’t know if you can just come up. There’s a special elevator.” In his agitation Noah’s thumb clamped down on one of the buttons on the remote. Another rock panel slid back to reveal
a completely stocked wet bar backed by mirrored glass.

  “A special elevator?” Brandon cried. “Shitfire, you’re on the high-roller floor, aren’t you? We are so coming up!”

  Noah tried to close the panel over the wet bar and brushed against another button that activated the lighting system. “Listen, why don’t I meet you in that bar that has all the tropical birds in it?” he said quickly as the colors bathing the room changed from cool blues and greens to purples, and finally to a very sexy red.

  “You don’t like tropical birds in your bars,” Brandon said. “You told me that already.”

  “I think we should do it anyway, for the experience.” The lights pulsed and glowed as they continued through their cycle. Orgy lights was all Noah could think as he watched them. “We’ll get an umbrella drink,” he said to Brandon. “I’ve been hankering for an umbrella drink.”

  “You have not.” Brandon paused, letting the silence stretch between them. “Why don’t you want us to see the room, bro?”

  “You’re right, you should see it,” Noah said immediately. He couldn’t risk hurting his friends’ feelings. “You need to come up and see this room. Matter of fact, maybe we should switch rooms, you and me. After all, you’re the bridegroom.”

  “You were afraid I’d be jealous because your room’s cooler than mine, weren’t you?”

  “Well…” It was as good an excuse as any.

  “Don’t worry about it. And I appreciate the offer to switch, but I don’t want to do that. Jenny told me she loves the idea of a hot tub in the bedroom, so we can go in it naked and fool around. I already have that picture in my mind and I’m really looking forward to it.”

  “I’ll bet.” And thanks to Brandon, Noah had a picture in his mind of fooling around with Keely in the hot tub.

  “The thing is, I don’t think she’d feel the same way about a hot tub on a terrace. She’s kinda timid about things like that, getting naked outside and all.”

  Keely wasn’t the least bit timid, Noah thought. She’d be willing to make love on that balcony. Now, if only he could forget that for the next three days, he’d be all set. But he didn’t suppose he would, short of getting amnesia.

  “Besides,” Brandon said, “you earned this room, with all you went through. Are you gonna buy new clothes here, or do you want to borrow some things from us? I’m close to your size, and so’s Clint.”

  “I hate shopping for clothes.”

  “Then just take the money and wait until you get home. We’ll bring some things up when we come. Now, how do we get there?”

  “I’m not sure. You can ride the elevator, but then you need a room key to get the door to open. I—oh, wait a minute. Maybe I do know how to do this.” He glanced down at the remote and found a button marked Elevator. “Take the executive elevator. When you get to the top, I can open the doors from here. Go on into the hall, and it’s the first set of double doors to your left.”

  “This is unbelievable. You’re probably in the same damn room Garth Brooks stayed in when he played the Tahitian last month.”

  “I don’t know about that.” But Noah had no trouble imagining celebrities in this room. No trouble at all. And he wondered where a celebrity would stash his secret sweetie, if he had one.

  “Okay, we’ll be up there in a few minutes, after we grab some clothes for you.”

  “Great. Bye.” Noah hung up the phone and headed quickly toward the bedroom. “Keely? Keely, the guys are coming up here. We need to figure out what to do.”

  She wasn’t in the bedroom, but her dress and underwear were. She’d tossed them across the end of the white bed like pale blue warning flags.

  He screeched to a stop. “Keely?”

  “In here. I felt like taking a bath.”

  “Oh.” He looked warily toward the bathroom. A heavenly scent drifted toward him, and he heard the sound of soft splashing, although he couldn’t see what was going on, thank goodness. But he could imagine her lolling around in a bubble bath, with foam only partially concealing her golden skin, and her breasts bobbing on the surface of the water. Maybe imagination was more seductive than actually seeing her in the tub, but he wasn’t going to take the chance on looking at the real thing.

  “So your friends are coming up to the suite?”

  “Yeah.” He tried not to sound as panicked as he felt. “In just a few minutes.”

  “No problem.” She splashed around some more and water gurgled, as if going down the drain. “I’ll hide in the closet.”

  “Naked?” He didn’t know why it mattered, but the thought of her hiding naked in the closet was ten times more anxiety-producing than if she put on clothes first.

  She laughed and appeared in the doorway wearing a large white towel, her hair caught up in a loose topknot. “Naked in the closet. Now, that creates a real mental picture, doesn’t it?”

  He gulped. She’d wrapped the towel around her and tucked the end between her breasts. One flick of a wrist, either his or hers, and it would fall at her feet.

  “There are two robes in that closet,” she said. “I checked.”

  “I’ll get one for you!” He nearly tripped in his eagerness to get to the closet. Of course the sliding door was mirrored, and the bed was perfectly reflected in it. Of course.

  He pulled the terry-cloth robe from its hanger, rattling all the hangers on the rod in his haste to get her covered up. Then he turned.

  “Thank you,” she said, and let the towel drop.

  Sweet Lord in heaven. He clutched the bathrobe and tried to remember how to breathe. No wonder people had been willing to pay for a glimpse of such beauty. Women with a body like hers had toppled empires, so maybe he’d be forgiven if he couldn’t stop looking at her.

  The fantasy atmosphere in the room must be getting to him. As he gazed at her, he started zoning out on weird thoughts of Keely making love to the sun, allowing it to kiss her skin until her body was golden and dusted with freckles. He thought of her lying under the sun being licked by tongues of flame until she was wet and eager.

  She would be easy to arouse. He knew that from her response earlier this afternoon, and from the rapid, shallow way she was breathing now. Her nipples darkened and puckered, inviting him to linger in appreciation of her full breasts. Not long ago he’d touched, but he hadn’t tasted.

  Now he could. Now he could kneel before her and kiss the soft skin of her belly. He could explore lower, parting her auburn curls with his tongue until he reached…heaven. And then he could hear her cry of release, a sound he’d only imagined in his dreams. Then he would seek his own release from the hard, grinding pressure building relentlessly within him.

  “The robe?” she asked softly.

  He glanced at the robe, then back at her. If he didn’t activate the elevator doors, his friends wouldn’t be able to get onto this floor. He and Keely could be totally, completely alone for as long as they wanted to be, for as long as it took for him to satisfy this unbearable craving. His mouth grew moist as the possibilities beckoned to him.

  “Now’s not the time,” Keely said, her voice gentle.

  His voice rasped in his throat. “Why not?”

  “You need to get fitted for your tux in a few minutes. I was only giving you a sneak preview.” She reached over and took the robe from him. “We have all weekend, Noah.”

  While he watched, his body trembling with the urge to have her, she slid her arms into the sleeves of the bathrobe. The motion jiggled her breasts and he groaned. The robe gaped open a moment as she adjusted the collar, and her hourglass figure was perfectly framed by the white terry lapels. That view was even more erotic than when she’d worn nothing at all.

  Then she overlapped the lapels and tied the belt, eliminating his view. But like a bolt of lightning, the image of her perfect body was burned into his retina.

  6

  AFTER NOAH LEFT THE room looking shell-shocked, Keely gathered up her clothes, purse and the drugstore bag before stepping into the closet. Sitting o
n the floor, she slid the door shut, leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. A smile tugged at her mouth. What a great moment that had been.

  She hadn’t planned to drop the towel, but it had started to slip as he’d turned to grab a robe from the closet. Rather than fumbling with her towel like a self-conscious virgin, she’d let it go.

  Impulse had turned out to be more effective than inspiration. Although she wasn’t about to let him ignore his wedding duties, she wouldn’t mind having him think about her in the process. He would certainly think about her now.

  Taking a bath had also been an impulse, but once she’d seen that huge tub, she’d looked at her somewhat grimy knees and decided to indulge in a quick soak while Noah dealt with his phone call. Yes, all in all her impulses were leading her in the right direction.

  Rummaging through the drugstore bag, she took out her raspberry lotion, released the plunger and filled her palm with some creamy lotion. No reason to waste the time she was trapped in here.

  Excited male voices filtered into her little hideaway. Noah’s friends had arrived and were obviously impressed with the setup. She listened to them rave while she smoothed lotion over her legs. God, she loved this scent, and it seemed to be amplified by her confined quarters.

  “We should have the bachelor party here, guys!” one of Noah’s friends said. “I feel an orgy coming on.”

  “You always feel an orgy coming on,” said another. “But it won’t work, Clint, old buddy.”

  “Why not? It’s perfect. It’s decadent. It’s—”

  “And what about the entertainment, Einstein?”

  Keely figured their idea of “entertainment” involved women wearing next to nothing and dancing around wildy for their benefit. She pumped another helping of lotion into her cupped hand.

  “We could import the entertainment, couldn’t we?” said the guy who was apparently named Clint. “This is Vegas! Girls, girls, girls!”

  Then the conversation became a jumble of suggestions and countersuggestions. Keely pulled a foot into her lap and rubbed lotion into her sole and between her toes. She loved wearing sandals in the summer, but she had to keep massaging lotion into her feet every day to keep them smooth, plus she indulged in regular pedicures. She could just imagine what her ranch-foreman father would think of that extravagance.