Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)(35)

When she started to bear down on him during her third orgasm, Cam rammed into her and let her swollen, pulsing * 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.”