Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders 7)

He fingered the necklace dangling from her neck. “Have I lost all control over you, wife?”

“No.” But she sobered quickly.

“Something wrong?” Cam twined her soft hair around his fingers. “No secrets between us now.”

A bleak look flitted through her eyes. She broke eye contact and kissed the inside of his wrist. “Everything is going to change between us when Anton is living here tomorrow. No more sex on the dining room table. No more bending me over the couch. No more plastering me against the refrigerator. We won’t be able to be as spontaneous with sex. Will that bother you?”

“Yes.”

That grim expression crossed her face again.

“But having you in my bed every night more than makes up for it, Domini.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“You won’t have a problem being sexually creative and commanding with a seven-year-old down the hall?”

Cam frowned. “You think being confined to this room will make me boring in bed?”

“Never.” She lapped at his nipple. Slowly. Thoroughly. “But why don’t you show me something new, Mr. McKay, to allay my new bride jitters.”

“Marriage has made you cheeky, Mrs. McKay.”

She smirked. And kept licking as she trailed her fingers down his belly until they circled his erect cock. She jacked him a couple of times, then rolled his balls between her delicate fingertips.

“Move down and use your mouth.”

Domini inched toward his groin.

For the briefest second he had a flash of panic with Domini being so close to his stump. But she didn’t pay any attention to it. Her eyes were devouring his dick.

“Suck it.”

Immediately heat and wetness surrounded the head, then the soft tissues of her mouth. She formed a firm seal around his shaft as she pulled him deep.

“That’s it. Show me how much you love to drive me crazy with that wicked mouth of yours.”

Domini hummed and began the unbroken rhythm he’d taught her.

Cam withheld a groan. Damn. It felt amazing. But he wanted something more. To teach her a new trick. He clamped his hands around her head, stopping the bobbing motion.

Puzzled, she glanced up with half his shaft still in her mouth.

“Get the lube in the nightstand drawer and a towel.”

She let her teeth drag along the sensitive underside of his c**k as she released him from her mouth. Once the tube of K-Y and a washcloth were in her hand, that puzzled look returned.

After she was back in position, he said, “Suck my balls.”

Her breath teased the taut globes. Then she sucked them, one at a time, until both were resting on her tongue. She sucked experimentally. She sucked perfectly.

Cam’s pelvis bumped up. “Oh hell, Domini.”

The humming response buzzed up his cock.

Damn. If she kept that up he’d shoot, guaranteed. “Stop.”

His balls slipped from her mouth with an audible pop. She licked the length of his shaft, ready to suck him off.

“I’ll let you blow me to heaven in a second, but here’s the new part you were wanting to try.”

That caught her attention. “What’s that?”

“You’re gonna massage my prostate as you’re sucking me off. You ever done that?”

Domini shook her head.

“I’ll teach you how I like it, so lube up your finger first and then you’ll spread some lube on the seam of my ass.”

A smile curled the corners of her mouth and her eyes glittered. She cracked open the tube and coated her index finger, leaving a very big glob on the tip.

Cam felt the cool, slick gel on the strip of skin between his balls, and then the gentle circles she rubbed directly on his hole. “Jesus.” He forced his ass to unclench. “Now palm my balls as you’re working the finger inside a little at a time.”

Her tongue rimmed the head of his c**k as she slowly swirled her finger in his ass.

The burning sensation vanished the second her finger connected with the gland. “Oh f**k. Christ, that’s it. That’s so f**king it.”

As Domini swept her finger back and forth over that magic spot she sucked his c**k until the crown bumped the back of her throat.

Cam figured he’d last about a minute, maybe less. He came with a roar, pumping his hips and Domini made a soft purr as she swallowed every drop of come. Once the throbbing, pulsing orgasm ended, she removed her finger from his ass.

Holy f**king Christ. His mind blanked. His whole body shook.

Domini kept kissing and licking her way up his torso.

He cracked open his eyes. “Come here.”

She straddled his pelvis.

“Huh-uh. Knees on either side of my head and put that pretty pu**y on my face.”

“You still going with the ‘new’ theme?”

“Yep.” He used his heel to drag himself further down the bed. “Hands on the headboard.”

“Cam. I don’t know about this—oh!”

He sucked her clitoris and then rubbed his face on her inner thighs. “Mmm. Juicy. You are sopping wet, princess. And lucky for you, I’m parched.” He opened her up with his fingers and burrowed his tongue in as far as he could reach. He speared into her over and over. Until her scent coated his face. Until her taste glazed his lips and coated his tongue and flowed down the back of his throat. He basked in her, bathed in her, and lost himself in bringing her—his wife—pleasure.

When Domini was grinding her wet sex down and her whimpering moans escalated, he sucked her clit hard and she came all over his face.

Then he did it again.

After her last climax, she collapsed on the bed. After a bit she snuggled into him on his left side, her right knee below his stump, her toes drifting up and down his calf. Domini sighed dreamily and fell asleep in his arms.

Cam kissed the top of her head and mouthed, “I love you,” before he joined his wife in dreamland.

Chapter Eighteen

Gracie started barking. “Sorry, girl, you’re gonna have to go out back for a bit.”

She whined.

“At least he doesn’t have a dog he’s bringing to invade your space.”

Invade your space. Was that how Cam felt? Domini didn’t want to start the day out on a bad note, so she said nothing and went out to meet Anton.

After Cord McKay’s pickup parked, Ky jumped out of the passenger side, followed by Anton. The relief on Anton’s face when he saw Domini brought a smile. “Hey guys.”

Anton hustled up the steps and hugged her. Hard.