Shoulda Been A Cowboy: Rough Riders, Book 7

by Lorelei James

  She moaned. The sensations were devastating. The constant wet suction of Brock’s slippery cock fucking her mouth. The rasp of her nipples against Brock’s legs. Cam’s hand fisted in her hair. The ache in her arms. The feel of Cam’s rough skin as she dug her nails into his upper thighs. Three distinctively different breathing patterns distorted the air. Three different scents filled her lungs.

  But it was the simple eroticism of Cam’s words and his fingertips dancing up and down her arms that made her hot.

  She saw Brock’s hand reach between his legs and adjust his balls.

  “I need it faster.” Brock picked up the pace, and his fingers curled around her neck, his thumbs pressed on the spot her jawbone hinged, keeping her jaw open. “I’m so close…”

  “Come on her chest.”

  Brock groaned and eased out of Domini’s mouth. His left hand wrapped around his cock and he jacked off in short, fast strokes. The sound of his flesh slapping and his grunt of completion gave way to spurts of warm come landing on her chest as Brock watched through hooded eyes. His hand slowed, but didn’t stop, as if he didn’t want the moment to end. “Damn, woman. You’re something.”

  Cam rubbed the quivering muscles in her arms. “Stand up.”

  Brock snagged the towel, intending to wipe his come from Domini’s chest, but Cam snatched it. “Let me.” After he’d wiped her down, those intense blue eyes locked on hers. “You ready?”

  Her body trembled. Could she do this? She looked at Cam. Fire danced in his eyes. He wanted this. She nodded.

  “Get rid of your pants.”

  Domini shimmied them off.

  Cam hooked a finger under the elastic band of her panties and tugged her closer. “You’re wet.” He pressed his mouth to the section of skin below her belly button and sucked hard, holding her lower back so she couldn’t squirm away.

  Not that Domini tried to escape any time he put his hands or mouth on her. He’d sucked hard enough to leave a reddish-purple love bruise behind.

  “My mark looks pretty on your creamy skin. I’d like to leave love bites all over you.”

  “I wouldn’t stop you,” Domini said, reaching out to caress the side of his face.

  “I know.” He kissed her belly one last time. “Climb up on my lap.”

  Cam widened his legs to fit outside of the chair legs. He brought her high up on his thighs; his erection nestled into the crack of her butt.

  Domini tried desperately not to put weight on Cam’s left side. She gasped when Cam hooked her legs over the arms of the chair, baring her most intimate parts completely.

  “Look at that.” Brock stood a few feet away, hot eyes drawn to and devouring her sex.

  “Pretty pink isn’t it? Soft. Wet. Sweet.”

  “You offering me a taste?”

  Again, Cam answered for her. “Yep.”

  “Hot damn.” Brock dropped to his knees.

  She couldn’t seem to find her voice through the staccato beats of her heart.

  Cam’s large, work-roughed hands followed the curve of her legs from her ankles up to the crease of her thighs. He traced one finger up her slit and gently separated her pussy lips, exposing her clit.

  Oh no. Surely they didn’t plan on…double-teaming her.

  Brock bent his head and lapped at the moisture pouring from the mouth of her sex, curling his long, pink tongue inside. Not only did Brock expertly use his tongue, the contrast of his dark face and light-colored mouth, centered between her milky white thighs, was an undeniably hot image.

  Domini moaned when Brock wiggled his tongue inside her.

  Then Brock licked the folds surrounding her core, suckling her pussy lips, stopping below the swollen nub throbbing for attention.

  “How close are you to coming?” Cam murmured in her ear.

  “A hair trigger away,” she admitted.

  A look passed between Cam and Brock, but Brock didn’t look at her. He fastened his mouth to her clit.

  No tongue swirling teases. No drawn out licks. Brock just kept sucking on that pearl until the orgasm steamrolled over her. Domini gasped through each strong pulse, listening to the sexy timbre of Cam’s voice in her ear, which only heightened the heat in her groin. By the time the final throb ended, her body trembled. She wanted to crawl into Cam’s big bed and sleep.

  Naturally Cam and Brock had other plans.

  Brock said, “Up you go,” and lifted her off the chair and to her feet. After that orgasm she didn’t have enough breath in her lungs to protest and hardly the wherewithal to even stand.

  “We’re both gonna fuck you now.”

  The fog cleared from her head at that command. “Here? But…” Why not in his bed?

  “This is more stable for my leg.”

  “Oh.” But she knew there was more to his reasoning.

  He whispered fiercely, “My bed is our space, Domini. I won’t share you in it. Ever. Not even for an hour.” He used his teeth on her earlobe. “I’m pushing you to the edge you wanted. To the place where your body knows what it wants even if you’re unsure.” Cam drew his finger from her chin down to her belly button. “Trust me.”

  “I do.”

  As soon as Cam lay back on the sofa, she crawled up and managed to situate her legs on either side of his hips.

  “You’ll have to lean against me completely and angle your ass so Brock can reach you.”

  To please herself and to quell her nerves, she rubbed her breasts over his chest, loving his quick intake of breath when her nipples brushed his. “I like being pressed against you like this,” she whispered. “Face to face.”

  “Me too, princess.” Cam’s lips drifted across hers in an almost kiss. “Ready?”

  A tiny wave of apprehension flowed through her but she nodded.

  “Brock? You suited up?”

  “Yep. Suited up, slicked up and ready to go.”

  Cam sifted his fingers through her hair. “You’re gonna have to do most the work since I’m flat on my back.”

  “Being naked with you is hardly work.”

  “God, woman, sometimes you undo me,” he rasped.

  Such raw emotion in his eyes. “Cam.”

  “I know. Let’s do this. Lower onto me.”

  His cock filled her and she closed her eyes with a sigh. This was familiar.

  Cam tapped her chin with his finger. “Eyes on me. Always on me.” His avid mouth controlled hers and coupled with his greedy hands roaming over her bare body, Domini almost didn’t notice a slippery finger circling her anus until it wiggled inside. Her gasp was lost in Cam’s mouth when a second finger joined the first. Stretching her. Fucking her steadily.

  Brock didn’t say a word as he prepared her. It was surreal, feeling him so intimately, but not seeing him.

  Both fingers disappeared. She stiffened.

  “Gotta relax,” Cam murmured against her mouth.

  When Cam threaded his hands though her hair, kissing her like she was the center of his universe, she forgot how big the head of Brock’s penis was until it pressed past the ring of muscle.

  Burning pain followed. Domini fought the urge to break free from Cam and buck Brock off.

  Cam sensed her panic. “You can take him. Just like you took me.” He nuzzled her neck. Her temple. Her ear. “Loosen up, let go, let us make you feel good. Let me give you something you’ve never had.” He licked and teased the pulse point at the base of her throat. “I love how you taste here.”

  “How do I taste?”

  “Like fire. Like ice. Like mine.”

  Their gazes collided.

  When Cam’s tongue swept into her mouth, she fell headfirst into his powerful kiss.

  Somewhere in the back of Domini’s mind she realized Brock had been very quiet. Too quiet.

  Cam kept a haze of passion floating between them she could almost touch. Then Brock snapped his hips and drove into her ass completely.

  Oh God. Fire. Burning pain. Hot, deep thick burning in her rectum.

  She r
ipped her mouth free and cried out.

  “You okay?” Cam asked.

  “Uh-huh. But I need a second.” Domini attempted to relax and enjoy being stuffed with two cocks.

  “We’re not goin’ anywhere.” Cam nibbled her jaw, paying attention to the vulnerable skin beneath her chin that caused her to forget her own name.

  Brock’s fingers lightly traced each bump and hollow of her spinal cord. Waiting patiently for her to be ready, even when she felt tension vibrating from him. The male need for him to take what she’d offered.

  You wanted this experience; it’s not fair you’re being skittish now. They’re waiting on your signal.

  Domini began to move on Cam in a rocking motion. The grind of her clitoris on Cam’s pubic hair tightened her abdominal muscles and made everything more pleasurable, less painful, as she kicked up the pace.

  Brock didn’t start ramming into her until she focused on squeezing her anal muscles around his cock. “You’re very good at nonverbal signals, Domini,” he said and began to ride her relentlessly.

  Because Domini was fucking Cam and Brock was fucking her, she and Brock choreographed the movement. Brock shoved balls deep when Cam’s cock wasn’t buried fully inside her pussy. He pulled out completely, letting his cockhead rest against her spasming anus when Cam’s cock glided into her. When Brock first reentered her ass, he caused an acute spark of pain every time, but Domini went from holding her breath against it to anticipating it. Craving it.

  “Gotta have more,” Brock panted. “Domini, can you come like this?”

  “I’d like to.”

  They all laughed.

  When Brock’s strokes lengthened, Domini let her head fall back in a soft moan.

  “Look at me,” Cam demanded.

  Domini knew if she saw the possession in Cam’s eyes it’d be over. She ignored his command, allowing Brock to take control.

  Spreading her ass cheeks in each hand, Brock hammered into her without stopping. His cock jerked hard against her anal passage. He shouted, “Oh fuck,” as he came. And came and rode her hard.

  When Brock finally stilled, he sighed and pressed a kiss in the middle of Domini’s back.

  “Goddammit Domini. Look at me.”

  Sweating, panting, on the verge of meltdown, she opened her eyes.

  Cam’s eyes were wild as he pumped his hips. The tip of his cock seemed to zero in on her G-spot. “Come for me. Now.” His rough voice unleashed the last string of restraint. She gasped as the climax ripped through her like a tidal wave. Her sex squeezed Cam’s cock, her anal muscles clamped around Brock’s dick. Her body pulsed from head to toe. She vaguely heard Cam’s hoarse shout before she faded away into a blissful, relaxed, post orgasmic state.

  Hands stroked and petted her as she floated back to earth.

  “Wow. That was…”

  No one else piped in. But some other wordless communication passed between the two men she was still sandwiched between.

  Brock managed to sneak a quick kiss on her shoulder before withdrawing. “I’m exhausted. Domini, you sure wear a man out, girl. I’m gonna hit the shower and then the hay. I have a long drive ahead of me tomorrow. Thank you for tonight.”

  “I didn’t mean to keep you from resting,” Domini apologized.

  “You didn’t.” Brock bussed her cheek. “I’d forego sleep for the rest of my life if it meant we could do this again. Damn, Domini. You are sexy and fun.”

  “More fun than wrassling a bear?” she teased.

  His warm laughter tickled her ear. “Definitely.”

  After Brock was gone, Domini tried to get up, but Cam pressed her down until she was prone across his body. “What’s the rush?”

  “I hate to say it but I have to go too.”

  “Why? I thought you could spend the night.”

  “I have to work early shift tomorrow.”

  He sighed. “Doesn’t that just figure? Because I’m on the noon to ten shift tomorrow.” His fingers idly traced her spine. “What’s your schedule the next day?”

  “Early shift again, but I promised Nadia I’d watch Anton after work.”

  “Am I ever gonna have sex with you this week?”

  Domini smiled against his chest, elated he couldn’t get enough of her. “I sure hope so.” After one last kiss to his amazingly hard pectoral, she rolled up. It was heartening to see him lounging naked, not trying at all to cover up his prosthesis as he watched her dress. But his gaze turned suspicious. “What?”

  “Nothing. I just like to look at your hot body, Cam.”

  “You don’t hafta stop at lookin’, princess. You can touch any time you want to.”

  She leaned over to peck him on the mouth. “Thank you for a great night.”

  “So you had fun?”

  “Yes.”

  Cam glanced over his shoulder when the shower kicked on. “Would you be up for doin’ it again?”

  “Honestly? No.”

  He went still. “No? Why not if you had a good time?”

  “It’s…hard to explain.”

  “Try.”

  “Fine. It’s like eating rattlesnake. Fun to say you did it once but not something you’d want to repeat.”

  Cam didn’t say another word. He appeared to be lost in serious thought.

  “Anyway. Good night.”

  Domini had plenty to think about on the drive back to her apartment in Sundance.

  ***

  Although Cam wasn’t scheduled to work for a few hours, he popped up at the crack of dawn. Habit he supposed. But the truth was he didn’t sleep much after he’d crawled in bed alone.

  The hallway floor creaked and Cam braced himself to see his friend. Who’d fucked his girlfriend. He swallowed a snarl.

  The fact Brock looked a little haggard cheered Cam considerably.

  Petty, McKay.

  “Mornin’. There’s coffee,” Cam offered.

  “Thank God.” Brock snatched a mug off the dish rack and poured.

  “You ready to head out?”

  “Just about.” Brock rested his backside against the counter and studied Cam curiously. “How are you after last night?”

  Pissy. “Good. Why?”

  “Wondered if you still had the urge to beat me bloody.”

  Shit.

  “Spray-painting your name on her couldn’t have stated it more obviously you consider her yours. Or maybe…it could’ve been your continual demands she focus only on you.”

  Cam said nothing.

  “I ain’t gonna get into the dynamics of having three people involved in a sexual situation, but if you didn’t want me to touch her why in the hell did we even mess around last night?”

  “Domini wanted it.” He shoved a hand through his hair. “Or I thought she wanted it. I’m not so sure I did the right thing by pushing her to try it. I know I can’t go through that again. No offense.”

  “None taken.” Brock sipped his coffee but his eyes never wavered from Cam’s. “Does Domini know you’re in love with her?”

  “No.”

  “You are planning on telling her?”

  Cam shrugged.

  “Jesus, McKay, don’t be a fucktard about this.”

  That got Cam’s back up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means I never would’ve believed you’d allow a woman to get that close. I ain’t only talking physically. You didn’t bat an eye about letting her see every part of you. You didn’t bat an eye about letting me see how she reacted to that missing part of you. ”

  “So?”

  “So, the last time I saw you, I worried you’d never get over whatever stupid embarrassment you have about being an injured vet.”

  “It’s not stupid, Brock. You have no fucking idea what it’s like to be—”

  “Yeah, yeah, we’ve beat that conversation to death. So fucking sue me; I worried about you okay? I worried you’d never have a decent relationship and then Domini walked in. I’ll admit when she first showed up I gave her a ha
rd time.”

  Cam fought the immediate surge of anger. “Why?”

  “Because she’s not like the women you used to date. She’s…reserved.”

  “Which you took as to mean what? She’s stupid? She’s a doormat?” Even thinking those words in the same breath as her name had Cam seeing red.

  “Chill out. I thought maybe she was one of those freaky amputee fanatics.”

  Cam scowled.

  “Hey, we both know those women are out there.”

  “They’re few and far between in Wyoming.”

  “Anyway, I changed my mind about Domini after I spent time talking to her—”

  “And let’s not forget how much more appealing she is after she’s been sucking your cock,” Cam retorted.

  Brock wagged his finger at Cam. “Don’t go there. The three-way was a mutual decision last night and has no bearing on this conversation. All’s I’m saying is Domini gets you, in ways most people don’t. I didn’t have to be part of a threesome to pick up on that. And you’d be a fucking idiot if you didn’t snatch her up right now.”

  Cam’s shoulders slumped. “Which is all great, but we’ve been dating for like a week. I’m supposed to beat on my chest, drag her off by her hair and demand she marry me?”

  “You’d do all those things if you thought she’d say yes.”

  “In a fucking heartbeat.”

  Brock sighed.

  “What?”

  “Cam, man, I love you like a brother. Do me a favor. Be selfish. Just this one time. Don’t think about anybody but yourself and what you want. You don’t have to put a ring on her finger right now, but make sure you do something besides giving her a fucking hickey so she knows you consider her yours.” Brock ditched his coffee cup and retreated to the bedroom to get his duffel bag.

  Cam followed him and petted Gracie as they watched Brock load up. “Drive safe, buddy.”

  “I will. Thanks for letting me crash here.” Brock grinned. “Thanks for letting me fuck your girlfriend.”

  “You’re not welcome to her ever again.”

  “Good. Tell her how you feel. Go all caveman on her ass. At least one of us has a chance at being happy. Do something crazy and impulsive for once in your life.”

  ***

  Cam was on his way to work when Keely’s F-250 extended cab diesel truck blocked him in. “What’s up, sis?”