Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)




He whispered, “Make it go away. Please, just help me forget.”


She fell back to the mattress and attempted to yank him on top of her, apparently forgetting half his ability to balance was propped against the chair.


“Be with me now. Like this. There’s nobody in the world but us, Cam. You’re safe with me.”


The movement of her body was so sweetly urgent, so loving and caring that Cam aligned his cock and plunged into her without preamble. “Hold on to the headboard. Don’t let go.”


When Domini arched back for it, Cam anchored his foot against the footboard and f*cked her so hard the headboard slammed into the wall. Over and over. And since he was sprouting morning wood, he felt as if he could f*ck her for hours. F*ck her until she passed out. F*ck her until he forgot every shitty thing in the world but her.


The first orgasm rippled through her quickly. He sank his teeth into the delicate sweep of her neck and bit down on the magic spot that sent her spiraling into a second orgasm.


“Cam.”


“I know, baby. Again. Come for me again.”


“This was supposed to be for you.”


“It is for me. Being with you like this is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”


“Such a sweet-talking soldier.”


“Only for you.” His hair was damp, as were the sheets as their bodies slapped together. The sexiest, neediest sounds tumbled from her perfect lips.


When she started to bear down on him during her third orgasm, Cam rammed into her and let her swollen, pulsing p-ssy muscles milk him of every last drop of seed. Milk every single care in the world clean away.


Eventually their breathing returned to normal. Domini’s hands traced the contour of his spine. “Better?”


He smiled against her neck and scattered kisses across her shoulders, down to her breasts and back up to her mouth. “Much. Thank you.” He breathed in the scent of her, let himself absorb her softness and strength.


“My pleasure.”


He pushed up on his palms. “I’ve got to get ready for work.”


A sneaky smile crossed her face.


“What?”


“Need some help getting a leg up on your day?”


“Har har.” He smooched her nose, secretly thrilled that she was already comfortable enough to tease him…and he was comfortable enough to take it. “Just for that comment, I expect breakfast.” He kissed her nose again. “A big breakfast. Pancakes. Eggs.” One last kiss. “And you will hand feed me while you’re nekkid.”


“Is that an order?”


“Yep.”


“Then I’d better get cracking, huh?”


Chapter Nine


Cam dropped Domini off in the alley behind her apartment with a promise he’d see her later.


She rested her forehead against the tile wall in the shower and the let water beat down on her. For such an outwardly resilient man, Cam had a wide streak of vulnerability. As much as she hated to see him hurting, it gave her a sense of…purpose that he’d leaned on her, confided in her, needed her. That he could rely on her to be the strong one for him for a change.


During the course of the day would Cam decide he needed a break to regroup after opening himself up to her? Especially after she’d seen him reliving his worst nightmare?


She’d ached for him, knowing exactly how it felt to wake up in the hospital with a piece of yourself missing.


Why didn’t you tell him?


Because the early morning breakdown wasn’t about her or what she’d experienced, it was about what Cam needed.


Clean, dressed, loaded with caffeine, Domini grabbed her laptop and tackled the grocery order for the following week. She emailed the invoices to Macie in Canyon River, along with a note about payroll changes.


After juggling next week’s employee schedules, Domini powered down her computer. She locked up her apartment and paused at the bottom of the staircase when she heard a baby wailing. She grinned and detoured to the back door leading to India’s Ink and Sky Blue. “Indy?”


No answer.


Chances were good given the baby boy’s set of lungs that India hadn’t heard her. Domini followed the crying to the retail store at the front of the building.


But India wasn’t holding the squalling baby. Colt was.


“Colt?”


He circled around slowly as he continued to pat Hudson’s back. “Tell me he wasn’t loud enough that you heard him clear upstairs.”


“No. I was in the stairway. I thought India was closing the shop today.”


“She is. We’re just waitin’ for Mama to get back.”


The drop-dead gorgeous cowboy looked like hell. Colt wore stained cut-off sweats, flip-flops and a wrinkled sleeveless T-shirt. The ball cap pulled low on his forehead didn’t hide the dark circles under his eyes. The second he quit moving, the baby fussed.


“Is everything okay?”


His bleary gaze connected with hers and it hit her that Colt and Cam had the same midnight blue eyes.


Colt smiled at her crookedly. “Everything is fine, except Hudson doesn’t sleep much. Which means Indy and I don’t sleep much.” He dropped a kiss on the baby’s dark head. “Not that I’m complaining.”


She wouldn’t either. “Where is India?”


“At Doc Monroe’s getting her post-baby check up—three weeks late.”


Domini bit back a smile. “My offer to babysit any time still stands.”


“You’re gonna be shocked when we take you up on that one of these days.” Colt gave her an odd look. “So, what’s goin’ on with you and Cam?”


Domini blushed. Dammit. She was pretty sure red cheeks and stammering was a dead giveaway something was going on.


“That sneaky little shit,” Colt said. “He hasn’t told me nothin’ about this.”


How was she supposed to answer? What if Cam didn’t want his family to know? “Maybe there’s nothing to tell.”


“Right. Seein’ as his pickup has been parked outside your apartment late at night for the last week…well, sweetheart, that’s not something that’s gonna escape notice in this gossipy town or in the gossipy McKay family,” Colt drawled.


“In that case, I guess it doesn’t matter that my shades are drawn?”


Colt grinned. “Oh, I wouldn’t go that far. There’s lots of shocking things goin’ on behind closed doors that are better left to the imagination.”


No kidding. “Tell Indy I said hello,” she said and ducked out the back door.


Domini snuck in the delivery entrance to Dewey’s. She watched David’s knife flash as the scents of onions and green peppers filled the prep area.


David didn’t look up when he said, “Hey, Domini.”


“Hey, Dave. How’s it going?”


He shrugged. “I’m good.”


“Did lunch go okay?”


“Slow. So I have a feeling you’ll be busy tonight.”


“Why’s that?”


“Because you’re cooking.”


She groaned. “I forgot. Is there any chance—”


“Nope. I’m prepping until five and then I’m outta here.”


“Please?”


“No way. I have a date with a hot number from Spearfish. She’s staying over at my place and everything.”


“Lucky you.”


“Yep.” David scooped the mix into a white plastic bucket.


Domini wandered out front. The place was empty, typical for the time of day. Myra, the night waitress, sat in a booth rolling silverware. “Need some help?”


“I won’t say no if you’re offerin’.”


She slid across from Myra and grabbed a stack of napkins. “How was the lunch crowd today?”


“Eating someplace else according to Bea.” Myra peered at her over the rim of her leopard-print eyeglasses. “Bobby is slacking big time when you’re not around.”


That was disconcerting. “I haven’t heard customer complaints.”


“That’s because they don’t bother to complain. They just don’t bother to come back in.”


“David says we’ll be busy tonight because I’m cooking.”


Myra rolled the silverware into the napkin and dropped it into the bucket with a muffled clank. “Why don’t you hire another cook if you don’t want to do it anymore?”


“That’s the thing. I’d rather just cook. It’s the management stuff that I don’t want to do.” Domini almost clapped her hand over her mouth. Why had she admitted that? To an employee?


“Why don’t you tell Macie? I’m sure she’d understand.”


“No, she wouldn’t. After what happened with Cat, she needs someone she can trust to manage this place. I had to promise David the moon to stay on as a prep cook because no one else has applied. I know it’s the exact same story on the management side.” Domini sighed. Unemployment rates may be skyrocketing everywhere else in the country, but not in Wyoming. For the most part, skilled workers in the restaurant industry could pick and choose where they hung their apron.


The doorbell chimed.


“Right on time.” Myra’s eyes sparkled. “Chin up, boss. Maybe a knight in shining armor will ride to your rescue and sweep you away from this mundane existence.”


Domini didn’t have to turn around to know who’d walked in.


Cam.


Silly, but her heart did a little flip.


“Hey, Deputy,” Myra called out. “Want coffee?”


“Please.”


She waited until Myra delivered Cam’s coffee before she sauntered over. Her body flushed hot as the griddle when his hungry eyes ate her up. “Deputy. May I join you?”


“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”


“Would you prefer I sat beside you or across from you?”


“Depends.”


“On?”


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