Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)(49)

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 * 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 * 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 f*ck 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.”