Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)(51)

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 f*cked 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 f*cktard 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. ”