Reined In: Lone Star Lovers, Book 7 (5 page)

Ah. For the first time he regretted his fast and loose past with the ladies. He didn’t fuck without protection either, but he knew this girl. Knew she was careful and damn selective—or had been until she’d jumped into bed with him and Cam. “Baby, I’m safe. Cam’s safe. You’re on the Pill, right?” His eyes widened at her stricken expression. “You’re not? You’re twenty-four years old.”

Stormy slapped his shoulder. “I have condoms. Foam. All in my bags.”

“And I have condoms in the dresser, but I didn’t think I needed them. Not for you.”

Her lips pouted. “Why not for me?”

“Because…” He blew out a deep breath. “Because I know you’re safe. That you aren’t promiscuous, even if you did seduce two cowboys into having sex with you.”

“
I
seduced?” she said, her voice rising.

Joe shrugged. “You stomped on my hand. I count that as flirting.”

She rolled her wet eyes.

“Maybe you should leave us alone,” Cam said, his voice dead even.

Joe blew out a breath, resentful for the first time of Cam’s ability to soothe a filly. But Cam was right. Stormy was nearly hysterical. His stomach knotted. Not because he was afraid this was going horribly wrong, but because he’d just had the hottest sex of his life and the girl didn’t seem to share the same opinion.

Was all the drama because she was truly afraid of consequences, or because she was sorry she’d had sex with them?

As if getting pregnant with his kid would be the end of the world. The thought didn’t scare him a bit. In fact, his chest warmed to the idea.

But she wouldn’t be warming to it, if the object of her horror, namely him, was still in bed with her. Although his pride smarted, Joe released Stormy and rolled off the bed. He swiped his jeans from the floor, shut Cam’s bedroom door behind him and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe she was hungry. She was always particularly nasty tempered when she was hungry.

Cam didn’t move toward her, letting her sniffle to herself as she lay beside him, her back turned again. “What’s this really all about? You know we’re safe. And you know we’d do right by you if you wind up pregnant.”

Her head shook. “Just shut up.”

His belly cramped. Guilt knotted his insides. How the hell could he have allowed Joe to be this careless? But deep inside, he knew he was lying to himself. Giving himself too much credit. He wasn’t any better than Joe. Rolling on a condom had been just something to do to keep himself busy while he’d waited and watched her pleasure Joe with her sweet mouth. As feral as he’d felt right before Joe took the lead, Cam doubted he’d have given protection a thought either.

Given how upset she was Joe, now was probably not the right time to confess his true feelings regarding the matter. Instead, he patted her back and asked softly, “Are you regretting what we just did?”

Her face burrowed into her pillow. “I’m upset. With myself. I’ve never been this...carried away.” She lifted her head, letting him see her tear-drenched face. “I’m a slut. Joe’s always known it. Now you know it too.”

“Joe doesn’t think you’re a slut. Neither do I.”

“Sure he does. He knew I wanted this—that I wanted both of you.”

Cam grunted. “Baby, we know this isn’t something you’ve done before. Sharing you wasn’t planned. But hell, we’ve been hot for you for years. You can understand how we got carried away in the moment, can’t you?”

Her mouth turned down at the corners. “You’re guys. You think with your di—”

“Be nice.”

Her bottom lip plumped outward. “I did have a plan. Not one I thought all the way through. I was gonna flirt and torment and wait for one of you to crack. In the back of my mind, I hoped for more.” She sighed and dropped her gaze. “Guess I shouldn’t be so upset my plan worked do damn well.”

Cam almost smiled at her sour muttering. “Seeing as you’re the one who came here with an agenda in mind, maybe you should cut Joe some slack?”

She shifted and turned to face him but didn’t answer.

“What’s this really about?” He moved his hand, slowly enough that she could pull away if she wanted to, but she allowed him to touch her. He cupped her cheek, scrubbing a thumb at her hot tears. “What has you so worked up? You aren’t really worried you’re pregnant. And you’re not furious over Joe forgetting a condom. You didn’t give it a thought either. Come on, Stormy. Tell me what’s really wrong.”

Her face crumpled. “Daddy sold the ranch.”

Cam drew a breath, relieved their tryst wasn’t the true source of her emotional turmoil. Daddy hadn’t exactly
sold
the ranch, but he nodded. “We know.”

“So this might be the last time...”

“Last time for what?”

She closed her eyes for a brief second and then met his with a sorrowful glance. “For me. To be here with you. When the new owner takes over, he might want to hire all new wranglers and a foreman. You two might have to leave.”

“Was that why you were in such an all-fire hurry to get us both into bed?”

She sniffed and nodded her head. “Great plan, wasn’t it?”

“You’ve got no complaints from me. But, baby, you don’t have to worry. We’re not goin’ anywhere.”

“But it’s not my home anymore. It’s gonna be…different. If we decide we want…to do this again,” she said in a whispering rush, “we’d have to meet in some hotel. How sordid is that?”

Cam narrowed his eyes. Her daddy obviously hadn’t filled her in on the details of the
sale
. He opened his mouth to explain and ease her fears but stopped himself at the last moment. Joe would want to be here when they told her the truth. “If we decide this works for us, baby, we’ll figure out a way to be together. Don’t you fret.”

Her head shook. “I waited too long. If there’d been time, I’d have insisted on a courtship. Or at least held off long enough so you both wouldn’t be thinkin’ I’m easy.”

His lips twitched. “Believe me. The last thing we think is that you’re easy.”

She let out a deep sigh. “Tell me I’m worryin’ for nothing. That you care about me.”

“Baby, I care. We both do. Don’t you know we’re crazy about you? Always have been. We both sport hard-ons every time you’re near.”

He could tell his words pleased her by the tiny curve of her mouth, but she stuck out her bottom lip. “Probably get that way whenever any reasonably attractive female is around.”

Mildly insulted, he raised an eyebrow. “You really think
I’m
that easy?”

“Maybe not you, but Joe…” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve made a mess of this.”

“Tell you what,” he said, tapping her nose. “Don’t think so hard. Do you trust me?”

She paused for a moment but then gave him a nod.

“Then believe me when I tell you, everything will work out. Let’s take it one day at a time. See where this leads.”

“Okay.” She said it in a small voice, one that invited comfort.

So he reached out and drew her against his body, molding her against him and tucking her head beneath his chin. “We care, Stormy. Don’t ever think we don’t.”

Stormy snuggled closer and flattened her hands against his chest. “Guess I got all worked up.”

“I can understand why. First time you ever took two men on?”

Her head jerked back. “Of course.”

“Didn’t mean any insult, but I’m really glad to hear it. We’ll make this special for you.” So special she’d be spoiled for any other man, or men. He smiled at the thought of the brand of spoiling they’d give her.

Stormy moved her hand down, scratching her fingertips against his skin, which caused his belly to jump. He drew in a breath to make room for her to explore lower.

She cupped his sex, and it stirred, warming, beginning to fill again. She wrapped her fingers around his expanding shaft and gave it a gentle tug. “Think he’d mind?”

“He’ll be jealous as hell.”

“Do you mind?” she asked, arching a brow.

“What do you think?” he said, flexing his hips and gliding through her fingers. “Better let me get a fresh condom.”

Her eyelids made a slow dip as she shook her head. “Damage is already done, don’t you think? And I don’t want anything but skin between us. You’ll do right be me,” she whispered.

Cam’s chest swelled. The thought of filling her belly with a child only made him harder. But he held back, sighing. “No. If you do wind up with a baby in that very sexy belly of yours, you’ll want to know whose it is. If not for yourself, for Reese.”

Stormy held still while he reached for a packet, tore it open and then quickly rolled it down his cock. Once he was finished, he glanced up to find her studying him.

“You’re a good man, Cameron Mitchell.”

“So’s Joe. Maybe he’s a little wild and doesn’t think before he leaps, but he’s the kind of guy you want as a friend. Now come here.”

Stormy lifted her upper leg and slid it over his hip, hooking around him and scooting closer. Her thumb smoothed over the cap of his cock and rubbed a dribble of moisture across the surface. Then she shifted, and placed the tip at her entrance, her eyelids dipping halfway when he pushed into her.

Cam had dreamed about being with her like this so many times, watching her expressions change, feeling her body soften and tremble.

The reality was so much better. He’d wondered if real magic was at the core of his desire, or if the fact she’d been off-limits had made her all the more attractive, but he had his answer now. Stormy was the one for him. He loved everything about her. Her silky blonde hair, her peaches-and-cream complexion, her expressive eyes.

Whether glaring daggers or blurring dreamily as they did now, her eyes were truly his window inside her head. He’d had years to study her and learn her moods. While she was always feisty, sometimes downright mean, her eyes gave her true feelings away. Stormy had a soft center. One she was afraid to share. She wasn’t very trusting with her heart. He didn’t know when that had started, but he figured it might have something to do with her mother’s death. Like she’d felt abandoned. Didn’t matter her mother couldn’t help the fact she’d grown ill with cancer, Stormy had been too young to understand.

And her father had spoiled her by giving her things, allowing her to manipulate him, anything to hold her away from him because he’d been hurting too.

While Cam had been respectful, he’d remained distant, something she couldn’t stand. Joe had been just plain ornery, never giving her an inch, which perplexed her.

He couldn’t help feeling that they were meant to be together. That only he and Joe, together, could give her—not just what she wanted—but what she truly needed.

“Am I boring you?” she asked, glancing up from beneath the fringe of her dark lashes. She gave his cock a sexy caress, using her inner muscles to tighten around him.

Cam grimaced, fighting the urge to plow deep. “Sure you’re ready for more?”

“Do you think I can’t handle it, just ’cause you’re a big boy?” she asked, walking her fingers up to his nipple. She scraped the edge of a nail across it and gave him a slow smile.

Cam hesitated, looking at those two blue open windows. Maybe Joe had it right. He could give her what she wanted and let her wrap him around her little finger—which, face it, she already had—or he could give her what she really needed.

He gripped her waist and pulled away from her body, gritting his teeth as his cock pulled free.

“Cam!”

“No,” he said softly. “Roll onto your stomach.”

She took a breath and opened her mouth, but he kept his expression blank, waiting. With a huff, she rolled to her belly, but not without perking up her behind.

Fine, he’d give it a little extra attention. Cam moved to cover her, lying over her and rooting between her legs. He found her slick entrance and slid upward.

She gave a little laugh. “I’m never gonna come this way.”

“We don’t always get exactly what we want,” he whispered, leaning up on an elbow, making room to palm her ass.

It was still hot and a little pink in places where Joe had spanked her. Cam lingered on those places, listening when her breaths hitched, paying attention to the convulsive little clenches she gave his cock whenever he touched a particularly tender spot. Then he licked his thumb and traced between her buttocks.

She tightened, trying to reject him, but he persisted, rubbing his thumb on her little hole.

“What are you doing?”

“What I want.” He pressed and the tip of his thumb entered her ass.

Stormy gasped. “That’s…stop.”

He pushed deeper, despite the way she clamped down on him.

She reached back and slapped his hand. “No.”

“Is that a real no, or an I’m-embarrassed no? I’ll stop if I’m hurting you. Just say so.”

“Cam,” she mewled.

He smiled and kissed her shoulder. “Wanna come?”

She growled and pressed her face into the comforter.

Chuckling, he raised up, bringing her ass higher too. Stormy got her knees beneath her but kept her face buried. He plunged his wet finger in and out, circling in her hot, forbidden channel. Her tight ring eased, and again her pussy clenched around his cock. Cam began moving slowly, fucking her in steady, smooth motions while he played with her ass.