Luke squinted at the gaping hole in the fence line. “I suppose she’ll give me hell about that too.”
Cam thought Luke deserved all kinds of hell, but he didn’t see sweet, soft-spoken Jessie standing up to him. “How long has the fence been down?”
“Why?” Luke’s gaze snapped back to his. “Did Jessie say something to you about it?”
“I’ve got eyes, cuz. I’ll remind you the rest of your damn fences can be falling down all over the place, but it’s your responsibility as a landowner on this section of highway to keep these fences maintained. It’s dangerous to let ’em go.”
“Yeah? Maybe you oughta mention that responsibility to your brother, Cord, as there are plenty of rickety-ass sections of fence line runnin’ along his portion of the highway.”
“I will mention it to him, trust me. Meantime, if this fence isn’t fixed within forty-eight hours, I will ticket you, Luke, count on it.”
Luke didn’t snap off another comment. He merely nodded, climbed in his truck, and roared off.
Ah, the glamorous, exciting life of a single woman.
Domini had scrubbed her apartment from top to bottom and finished laundry. Then she’d indulged in a long, hot bath in perfumed water. For dinner she’d grilled a juicy steak, loaded a baked sweet potato with butter and brown sugar, poured a glass of Shiraz and finished off the meal with a slice of chocolate peanut-butter pie.
Normally she’d consider that a perfect day. The sense of accomplishment balanced with a touch of personal indulgence. But after spending yesterday afternoon hanging out with Cam McKay, she couldn’t shake the feeling her life lacked something.
Was it just sex? Or was it something scarier? Like the beginning of a relationship?
Nah. Definitely sex. Cam was a confirmed bachelor. He wasn’t looking for a white picket fence, a wife and two point five kids any more than she was.
Not that she could pop out even the point five portion of a kid. Was that why she’d gone off on a tangent about the evils of marriage? Probably. She excelled at deflection. She swirled the claret-colored liquid, studying the light refraction in the crystal facets of the wineglass.
Soft rapping jarred her out of her melancholy. She straightened the lapels of her silk robe as she strode to the door.
“Domini? It’s Cam.”
She unlocked the deadbolt. Man, he looked positively lip smacking in his uniform.
Cam smiled. “Hey. I was hopin’ you were still up.”
“I was just about to head off to bed.”
“Princess, don’t say stuff like that to me. It gives a man all sorts of ideas.” His eyes traced the V neckline of her robe. “Whatcha wearing under that silky robe?”
Her pulse spiked. “Nothing.”
That was all the invitation Cam needed. Before she blinked, his hands cupped her face and his mouth was hungry on hers.
Domini’s body seemed to go completely boneless.
The kiss evolved from ravenous to seductive. His hands drifted. One lightly circled her throat as he idly swept his thumb back and forth over the pulse point. The other slipped straight down the center of her body. His middle finger coaxed her clit.
She must’ve moaned because Cam ended the kiss, but he didn’t move his hands. He kept fondling her, gauging how each stroke between her legs caused her pulse to jump beneath his thumb.
Domini wanted to demand he quit playing and whisk her off to bed. But this was a test of her obedience. She forced herself to stay still.
His breath tickled her ear. “I’ve a mind to reward such good behavior.”
“How?” escaped before she could bite it back.
“You’ll see.” Cam nuzzled her jawline. “I need you to do something for me. Dig out a scarf or two. Something that’s soft and won’t chafe.”
“This beautiful skin of yours.” He paused, allowing that to sink in. “After you find what I need, wait on the bed.” Cam pecked her on the mouth and stepped back.
She chanced a look at his face.
The lust burning in his eyes stole her breath.
“Go on,” he rasped, “before you make me lose my ever lovin’ mind and I fuck you standing up right here.”
The robe flapped around Domini’s hips and she forced herself to take measured steps to her bedroom. She frenetically searched her dresser drawers for the articles of clothing he’d demanded.
Demanded. Oh wow. Was she really ready for this?
If the swollen folds of her pussy and the slickness coating the inside of her legs were any indication, the answer was a categorical yes.
She unearthed a striped silk scarf and one crafted from combed cotton with fringe dangling from the edges. She’d just seated herself on the edge of the bed when Cam sauntered in.
He still wore his uniform. No matter how sexy and commanding Cam looked in his deputy duds, she wished he’d taken them off.
“Now that’s a look I love to see on your face. No fear. Just anticipation.”
“Should I be afraid?”
“I’d say I’d cut off a limb before I’d ever hurt you, but that seems a little farfetched coming from me, huh?” Cam tugged the satin tie free from her robe. “I’m gonna need this one too. Stand up and turn around.”
The first thing he did was tie the satin scarf around her eyes. She tried not to panic at the sudden darkness and the sense that nothing was familiar—even in her own bedroom.
“Tell me if you can see at all. Light, anything?”
He kissed the dog bite scar on her bare shoulder as he used the tie from her robe to bind her wrists behind her back. “Hang tight.”
Domini heard the soft rustle of clothes. Would she finally get an up close and personal view of Cam’s body?
Shoot. She was blindfolded.
“Climb on the bed and lay on your back, facing the ceiling.”
She struggled with the position.
“Tip your head off the end of the bed. Good. Stay just like that.”
Domini flinched when his hands palmed her breasts and his cool lips landed between her belly button and the start of her bikini line. Then she smelled the heady, intoxicating male aroma that was uniquely Cam.
“Part those pretty pink lips for me.”
The instant her lips parted, the bulbous tip of his cock forced her mouth open wider. That thick, male hardness brushed the soft palate on the roof of her mouth, slid over her tongue, and stopped when it hit the back of her throat.
The gag reflex wasn’t as pronounced in this position and she managed to swallow.
“That’s it. Breathe through your nose. Jesus, it’s hot as hell seeing you take me this way. It keeps your neck arched at the perfect angle when your hands are underneath you.”
At her humming noise of agreement, he hissed in a breath.
“You can take me. All of me. Which means I’m gonna pick up speed.” As Cam pulled out with every fast stroke, his hand dipped between her thighs. “Extend your legs so I can touch you.”
Coherent thoughts deserted her as Cam’s cock shuttled in and out of her mouth, and her face was pressing into his groin. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t move. She had to remember to breathe. She couldn’t do anything but feel.
And oh what a feeling, she’d never been so thoroughly…taken. So thoroughly controlled.
Cam traced the outline of her pussy lips and plunged one finger into her core. She bowed up only to get his hand planted in the center of her chest, pushing her back down.
“Huh-uh. I’ll get you there. This is part of surrender. Trust me.”
As soon as his words took meaning, he added another finger and matched the rhythm in her pussy to how he fucked her mouth. “So wet for me. You’re liking this, aren’t you?”
Yes. Enjoying her own helplessness was as shocking as her quick acceptance of how much her submission pleased Cam.
He withdrew his fingers from her cunt and began to pinch her nipples. Harder than she was used to, but she existed on a whole new plane of sensation, part pleasure, part pain.
“As much as I wanna feel those gorgeous throat muscles teasing my dick as you swallow every drop of my seed, I want to see my come marking you.”
At his visual, Domini sucked harder. With his cock halfway out, she used her teeth on the sensitive rim lining the head. She relaxed her jaw when his pelvis thrust and he buried his cock balls deep in her throat.
“Fuck. I’m not gonna last.”
His cock disappeared from her mouth and she heard the fast slap slap slap of Cam’s fist beating on his shaft as he jacked off. “Oh yeah.”
A guttural groan rumbled, followed by warm liquid splattering on her stomach and nipples. One droplet landed on her chin. Given the angle of her head, the sticky bead rolled to the curve of her lower lip. Domini’s tongue darted out and she moaned at the salty proof of Cam’s passion.
He swore and his thumb smeared more come over her lips. “Lick it off.” His harsh breathing echoed above her. She sensed him gloating at the image of his come cooling on her skin.
Before Domini could speak, Cam pushed her upright. He licked the shell of her ear and his hands tracked her bound arms from her shoulders to her wrists. “Sweet Domini, who has a hankering to be dominated, I am so gonna fuck you until you scream. But first—” he tugged her arms down and sank his teeth into the nape of her neck, “—I’m gonna play hard and dirty with you.”
A whimper escaped.
“On your knees.” Cam rolled her to her side, then he hiked her hips up. Way up. He managed to wedge a pillow under her knees, arranging her at the angle he preferred.
Domini gasped for breath beneath the mass of hair covering her face. Her cheek was pressed into the comforter. Her ass, her pussy—every intimate inch of her was completely exposed. She should be blushing, but the buzz of anticipation overruled any other feeling besides need.
His gentle hands brushed the tangles free from her damp face, allowing her to suck in a lungful of air. With sweetness and tenderness, he kissed her temple, letting his warm lips follow the curve of her jaw before he retreated.