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He lifted her shirt, unhooked her bra and felt her soft breasts. She loved it when he did that—it caused her to moan and wiggle. She was getting so hot that he wondered…“Bren,” he said breathlessly. He put a hand over her crotch on the outside of her clothes. “Can I just touch you here? Just with my hand? Nothing else—just my hand?”
“Uh-huh,” she said against his lips. “If you want to.”
He thought he might die, he was so excited. He opened the snap on her jeans and slipped his hand down and down, slowly and gently, over her flat tummy, over her soft mound, just a little further, into a place that was dark, secret, hot and damp, looking for a spot described on page ninety-seven as the trip-wire for the female orgasm. He felt a small, hard knot and when he made contact she gasped and pushed against his hand. The very second he made contact, it electrified her. “Tommy,” she said in a weak whisper.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “That feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“Ooooh,” she moaned, moving back and forth, up and down. “God…”
Go for it, Brenda, he thought. Just go for it. He rubbed a little harder, reached a little further, making contact with her opening with one finger just as his other finger stayed with the magic button. He gave it a great deal of personal attention—teasing her, softly touching, roughly rubbing, all according to the suggestions in the book. The whimpering sounds she made were almost as if she was crying; panting, squirming, writhing. And then, kabam! She froze, her breath caught, and against his hand he felt the most amazing clenching sensation. “Oh God,” he whispered. “Oh my God.”
“Tom,” she said in a breath. An exhausted, happy breath. She collapsed in his embrace. “How did you know to do that? That wonderful thing you just did?”
He was not about to say his sister tipped him off. “Everyone knows,” he lied. He wondered if half the male population was as dismally uninformed as he had been. “Come on,” he said, getting off the couch. “We’re going to get more comfortable and do that some more.”
“I’m not sure I can even stand up,” she said, limp and satisfied.
“Come on,” he laughed, pulling her up.
He took her to his room, the chick flick still playing in the background. They fell onto his bed, kissing. He pulled off his sweater and then hers, holding her close with her breasts against his chest and thought—I have waited forever to feel this. It didn’t take him long to coax her out of her jeans, because she wanted his hand on her again. His pants coming off was another story. When he started to remove them, she said, “I’m not sure.”
“Let me know when you’re sure, because I’m pretty much past sure…”
“Maybe you could just put it close. Touch me there a little bit. I mean, don’t put it in yet, but touch it there a little bit, let me get used to the idea…”
“I can do that,” he said, but he was positive what she was asking for was beyond the realm of possibility. Whatever, it got him out of his pants, and he was desperate.
They’d never gotten this far before, but she had always said she wanted the first time to be special and if what she had out on the couch wasn’t special, he just couldn’t imagine how much more special it could get.
He got a condom out of the drawer and ripped it out of the package. “Brenda, we’re gonna play it real safe, honey. We don’t want to get too close and not be double safe, huh?”
“Okay,” she said, laying back, eyes closed, ready to be pleasured again.
He laughed in spite of himself. “You like that, don’t you?”
“I like that.”
Sheathed and ready, feeling as if he didn’t unload this gun he’d be walking on three legs for the rest of his life, he lowered himself to touch her in the place where he might enter her if he ever got permission, and then he put his fingers on the magic button and went to work. This thing was like a miracle, he thought. Response was instant. Faster than instant. She was moaning, writhing, panting. And he was dying, barely touching her, holding out, holding back. The strain was starting to make his head pound. He was in complete misery while she clearly neared ecstasy once again. Finally he just lost his mind. “Let me,” he begged. “God, Brenda. Let me in.”
She tilted her pelvis up a little and he slid forward. He put a hand under her bum while he massaged with his fingers. “Okay,” she said. “Okay.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” she said.
He slid into her slowly and discovered it was everything he dreamed it would be. He was surrounded by this tight, hot, wonderful body, cinching down on him. But he wasn’t crazy, he wasn’t letting go of that miracle button. He worked it, and beneath him she went crazy. It didn’t take long before she rose against him, froze, gasped and the spasms he had felt against his hand before were nothing compared to what he felt when she tightened around him while he was right there, inside. She went off like a missile and, although she might have been totally unaware, so did he. It was the most amazing experience of his young male life. It shook him up so bad his whole body trembled. He pulsed until his brain was emptied.
“Ooooh,” she said.
That was how much more special, he thought. And he croaked, “Good God.”
“Oh, Tom,” she said, not unhappily. “We did it.”
“We did,” he said, breathless.
“That was…Holy cow, Tommy. That was awesome.”
“Awesome,” he agreed, almost faint.
“Let’s do it again,” she said.
And that’s when he learned that for women, all things are possible, and for men, time is required. There was recovery involved. Women, apparently, could just hop back on that bus, while the men were left to deal with a flat tire. He committed that to memory—these gorgeous creatures needed no time to get ready again. “You might have to give me a couple of minutes.”
“How long?” she asked impatiently.
“Well, Brenda, we could always time it…”
She giggled. “Did you know it was going to be that wonderful?”
“If I had known, I don’t think I could have waited as long as I did.”
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too,” he said, kissing her softly. And what he thought was, who knew? This girl who had been saving it, waiting for that special moment, so nervous about the whole thing—well, once she was a little stimulated, she was hot as a pistol. On fire. Completely and totally into it, giving and giving, trusting, wild and wonderful. And people said the first time wasn’t that great for a girl. Hah.
She snuggled closer to him and giggled.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“In the end, you begged.”
He sighed. “I did. I begged. I’m sorry—I swore to you I’d never beg.”
“I’m okay with it now,” she laughed. “I don’t think you’ll have to beg again.”
“That’s a relief.” He kissed her again. “I want to tell you something.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “When I go into the Army, I’m planning to be faithful to you while I’m away. Until you tell me you want to be free of commitment or have somebody else or something, I’m going to be thinking that you’re my girl.”
“Aw, Tom. Are you sure you want to do that?”
“Baby, I’m totally sure. I was sure a long time ago. I didn’t just say that to get into you, Brenda. I think you know I’m not the kind of guy who wants to screw around. This means something to me. I love you a lot.”
“I want to be your girl,” she said. “I love being your girl.”
“Maybe someday, when we’re older, when we’ve finished school, maybe it’ll be more than that…”
“Maybe I’d like that.” She smiled. “I was going to save this for a surprise—but what the heck. I’ve been applying for scholarships and university admissions. I’m applying mostly in New York.”
“Near the Academy?”
“Uh-huh. I don’t want to be away from you, Tom. Not any more than I have to.”
“Brenda,” he said, pulling her close. “That’s such good news.” He slipped his hand down and put his fingers on her. “Were you timing it?”
“No, why?”
“I think enough time has passed…”
“Good,” she said. “That’s good. Ooh, that’s very, very good.”
The general, Vanni and the baby returned home on Sunday night. Tom had washed all his linens, cleaned the house, taken care of the horses and was doing homework when they arrived. Vanni appeared to be extremely tired and irritated, so he went straight to her and took Mattie out of her arms. “Was it fun?” he asked.
“Depends on your definition of fun,” she said, walking down the hall to her bedroom.
Tom followed her. “What’s up?”
“I asked Carol if she’d invite Paul—I haven’t seen him since the baby was born. And she said sure, but she also invited another guy. She was fixing me up. It was very uncomfortable. I didn’t really get a chance to talk to Paul.”
“What kind of guy?” he asked, holding the baby against him.
“A nice guy. Under any other circumstances, I would’ve enjoyed meeting him. A doctor. A pediatrician from Grants Pass.”
Tom laughed. “Well, I guess if you’d just fall for him, you could marry a guy who’s really somebody, move to Grants Pass, be close to Granny and make her look good.”
A stricken look came over Vanni’s face. “God, that’s it! She’s trying to hook me up with a local guy—to get us under her thumb again! But then—” She stopped for a minute, thinking. “Why doesn’t she try to hook me up with Paul?”
“Paul is a construction worker. He was an enlisted Marine. Vanni—this new guy is a doctor! Besides.” He shrugged. “Paul wouldn’t put up with Carol’s shit. I know him. He wouldn’t. Not for long, anyway.”
Carol had never approved of the fact that her son hadn’t finished his degree and spent his career in the fighting Marines; she was pretty snobby about things like money, credentials, prestige. She had always intimated that Vanni’s decision to be a flight attendant, even though she had a degree, was copping out. She had always asked Vanni what she planned to do next.
“You know Carol,” Tom laughed. “The sooner she can get you fixed up to her satisfaction, the less she has to worry you’ll fall for someone who makes his home in Florida. She always covers her bases. She’s on top of everything.” He put the baby in the crib. “How’d he do on the trip?”
“Great. He’s a good little traveler.”
“How’s my man Paul?”
“Good. I keep begging him to come back here, but he won’t commit. Hey, how was your weekend?”
He ducked his head. “Nice,” he said. “We watched a movie.”
“You seem pretty relaxed,” she said, smiling.
“I’m not telling you anything,” he said.
“That’s okay, buddy. But everything around here was all right while we were gone?”
“Yeah.” He left her bedroom. Then he stuck his head back into the doorway and said, “Know what I said about wishing I’d had a big brother? I take it back.” Then he disappeared.
Three
Less than a week after visiting Grants Pass, Vanessa opened the front door of her father’s house to find Cameron Michaels standing on the stoop. “Well, hey,” she said, surprised.
“Hey,” he said, showing her that sexy, dimpled grin. “I decided to have a look at this little town, see what all the fuss is about.”
“No kidding? You should’ve called. We could have made some plans together.”
“Is it too late for that? Because all I was going to do is drive around the area. Maybe drop into that bar you and Paul were raving about. If you’re not too busy…”
“Kind of far to come for just a look around…”
He shrugged. “I have a couple of days off in a row, which I pay for by being on call all weekend, and I thought, what the heck? It’s worth a shot. It was a very last minute idea.”
She lifted one brow and folded her arms over her chest. “You didn’t have any trouble finding the house.”
He had the grace to laugh a little and avert his eyes, caught. “Carol,” he said.
“Look, you should understand something. I respect my mother-in-law, but she can be a little pushy and—”
He put a hand on her arm to stop her. “Hey, Vanni—I asked her. And I didn’t call on purpose. I didn’t want to give you time to think of an excuse. I thought if I popped in unannounced, you might just cave in. Spend a couple of hours with me. You can punish me for bad manners later.”
She smiled at him. “I look forward to it.”
“So, do you have a little time?” he asked.
“It’s not as though I’m busy, but I have a baby who still nurses a lot.”
He tilted his head and grinned. “I’m pretty comfortable around babies.”
“Yeah. You would be, huh. Well, come on in.”
He stepped inside and looked around. “Wow,” he said. “What a great place. From the outside it looks like just an ordinary house.”
“My dad had the inside completely gutted and remodeled while he was serving his last tour in the Army. Last summer he and my brother Tommy came out and I joined them in the fall.” She walked into the great room and found her boots sitting by the chair. She sat down to pull them on while Cameron went to the window and looked out at the stable, corral and pasture. “Do you ride?” she asked.
“I did years ago. I haven’t been on a horse since I was a teenager.”
“Do you like horses?”
“I have great respect for horses. The last time I was near one, he stepped on my foot. Broke it.”
“Yeah, they should beep when they back up. You have to be alert.” She stood and smoothed her jeans. “Mattie is due to wake up any second. I can feed him, change him, beg him to behave and we could take a little run around Virgin River. How’s that sound?”
“Like just what I was hoping for.”
“You’re very presumptuous, you know,” she said, but she smiled.
He smiled right back. Confident. “You’re very beautiful, you know.”
She felt her cheeks grow instantly warm. “Help yourself to something to drink from the kitchen. I’ll see about the baby.”
“Take your time. Put him in a good mood.”
Forty-five minutes later they were underway in Walt’s big Tahoe. Cameron had come to Virgin River in a Porsche and there was no room in it for a car seat. She drove him out Highway 299, through the redwoods, then out to sit at the Virgin River where there were only a couple of anglers, it not being the best time of year for fishing. She explained the seasonal sports—fly-fishing in the summer, salmon in fall and winter was best, bear and deer hunting season from September through October, waterfowl hunting season October to January. Forest fire season from June through October. In summer the hikers and campers were all over the place.
While they were looking at the sights she learned that Cameron hailed from Portland, went to undergrad and medical school at Stanford and had parents, one brother and one sister in Portland, both married with kids. He did his residency in family medicine, then decided pediatrics was his first love. “I’ve disappointed my parents in the area of grandchildren, but I don’t think they should be so quick to write me off.”
“Certainly not,” she said. “Mel, my midwife, and her husband, Jack, didn’t marry until he was forty—and they’re expecting their second now. Jack says each one makes him feel younger. Mel frowns at him when he says that. I think the babies are a little closer together than she likes.”
“Medical school and residency is consuming. I was thirty by the time I was ready to go into practice, and that wasn’t simple. I had big time bills to pay off and it wasn’t easy to find an existing pediatric practice in Oregon that needed me.”
“And it had to be Oregon, huh?” she asked.
“At the time, I thought it had to be. I’ve become a lot more flexible since then.”
“But you like your practice?”
“Yeah, good docs. One woman and two men—outstanding physicians.”
Vanni continued the tour by driving him up into the foothills where sheep and cattle grazed, down through the valley where vineyards were just beginning to come to life and finally, as the afternoon had aged, they ended up at Jack’s. By the time they got there, Matt was fussing and demanding dinner. Before she could get to him, Cam had him out of the car seat and was jiggling him against his chest. Cameron had the diaper bag slung over his shoulder as well, taking charge. It was nice, having a man do that. Not just any man could—it would take someone special to be so confident with a baby. At that moment Vanni realized she’d been feeling so alone, even with her dad’s continual support. She missed her man. She would like to have a partner. She would like Mattie to have a dad.
When they walked into Jack’s, she was pleased to see the dinner crowd included her people, her friends. The first order of business was to introduce Cam to Jack. “This is Cameron Michaels, Dr. Michaels, a friend of Matt’s parents. And Cameron, this is Jack.”
Cameron deftly held the baby against his chest while he shook hands. “Pleasure,” he said. “I’ve heard a lot about this place. I thought I’d drive down and look it over.”
“Welcome,” Jack said. “What can I get you?”
“How about a beer?”
“You got it. Cameron, meet Paige,” he said just as Paige came from the back. “She’s married to the guy who really runs this place—our cook, Preacher.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said. “Looks like the stork is on the way.”
“Pretty soon now—this summer,” she said, smiling sweetly.
Jack put a beer on the bar and Vanni said, “Paige, can I impose on your hospitality for a few minutes? I should nurse Mattie—we’ve been out driving around all afternoon and he’s hungry.”
“Sure. You know the way.”
Vanni reached for Mattie and said, “Jack, can you introduce Cameron to the crowd? I’ll be back in a little while.”
She went into Preacher and Paige’s apartment behind the bar, settled herself into the soft leather chair and nursed her baby. In spite of her determination to be strong about the events that shaped her days, she felt the sting of tears. This guy had driven all the way from Grants Pass on the chance he might see her. She’d had a lovely time with him. But where was Paul? She’d give anything to see him, but he didn’t even call. Because, she reminded herself, I’m not a woman to him. I’m his best friend’s wife; he loves me like a sister, whether he’ll admit it or not. Hadn’t it always been like that?
Cameron was introduced to Preacher, who was very welcoming, if a little distracted by the dinner he was working on. With him in the kitchen was Christopher, who he introduced as his son except the boy called him John. Then there was Mike Valenzuela and Jack’s sister, Brie. Cameron sat down with them for a little while and learned that Mike was a former police detective and sergeant and Brie a former prosecutor. He hadn’t imagined he’d be meeting professionals with such sophisticated educations and experience in a little place like this.
He was offered dinner of pork loin, garlic mashed potatoes and green beans, but he chose to wait for Vanessa to finish with the baby. And while he waited a beautiful young pregnant woman came in, followed by an old man carrying a young child. The woman leaned across the bar to kiss Jack and then Jack took immediate charge of the child. Cameron was soon introduced to Doc Mullins and Mel Sheridan. A couple more tables were pushed together and they joined the group while Jack, with his son on his hip, fetched the high chair from the kitchen.
“Mel, I’m fascinated by your work. You deliver most of the town, I’m told,” Cameron said.
“I don’t know about that. I do for the women who don’t have a lot of insurance. Or for special cases like Vanni. She doesn’t look it, but she’s kind of granola natural—she wanted to give birth at her father’s house, and she did a fantastic job. Textbook. In fact, we had a wonderful birthing party.”
“A birthing party?” Cameron asked.
“It kind of fell into place. When I was called out, Jack let it slip that she was in labor, so Preacher and Paige packed up dinner from the kitchen and closed the bar. Mike and Brie came out in case any of the children needed tending. With the general and Tommy, Jack and Davie, and of course Paul helping with the delivery, we were a full and happy house. It was great fun.”
“Wasn’t it a little melancholy? It being Vanni’s late husband’s child?”
“That’s the thing about babies, Cameron. They give you such hope. Such joy. That’s why I love this business.”
He laughed and said, “You obviously take it personally.”
She rubbed her swollen middle. “Not much longer. Jack promises we’re going to take a break after this one. And I’ve promised that if he doesn’t keep his word, I’m going to shoot him in his sleep.”
While Doc had his whiskey, Cameron grilled him with questions about small town doctoring, asked Mel about some of her other cases and quizzed Mike about local policing. He asked Brie what kind of law she was practicing and learned that while she’d been a prosecutor in Sacramento, she was now occupied with small cases that included divorces, property closures, water rights disputes and such. The county D.A. used her as a consultant on some cases, as well. He was completely fascinated, completely enchanted. Before long Vanni joined them, Mattie full and content against her shoulder. Cameron reached for the baby across the table and said, “Get yourself a beer. Lucky for you, it’s good for nursing mothers.” When Jack joined them, they were ready for dinner together.
Cameron enjoyed this excursion far more than he expected to. He had hoped for an opportunity to be with Vanni on the excuse of checking out Virgin River, but it had happened that he was delighted by the town, the people and the families that gathered at Jack’s.
“Are you staying at the general’s?” Jack asked him.
“No, there’s a motel in Fortuna that has plenty of room.”
“You’re welcome to stay with us,” Vanessa said.
“Or, I can give you another option,” Jack offered. “The cabin Mel and I just moved out of is empty and furnished, and right here in Virgin River. Clean sheets on the bed, towels in the bathroom, but no food in the fridge. If you want it, it’s yours. I can even fix you up with food and drink to take with you—I’m tight with the cook.”
“Are you sure?” Cameron asked.
“Absolutely. Let me draw you a map—the door is never locked.”
“Hey, that’s fantastic of you. Since it’s already kind of late, I really appreciate it.”
“I’ll write my number at home and at the bar on this map,” he said, drawing on the back of a napkin. “Give me a call anytime. If my family isn’t visiting and using the cabin, you’re welcome to it.”
“What can I pay you for it?” Cameron asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s there for friends and family.” He finished with the map and turned it around to Cameron. “Any friend of Vanni’s is a friend of ours.”
The night was still young when Mike and Brie said good night. Not long after Jack fetched his son out of the high chair and swept his family away. Doc Mullins said goodbye.
Cameron had enjoyed his dinner while holding Mattie against his chest; he had loved looking across the table at the beautiful and sexy Vanessa. Julia Roberts, that was what she was. Leggy, full-breasted, her hair a reddish hue shot through with blond, her smile wild and spontaneous, her laugh loud and free. He didn’t think he’d ever run into a woman like this in his life.
“What do you think? Time for you and the baby to go home?”
“Yeah,” she said, and she smiled as though she’d had a good time.
“Let’s get going. If you’re not too busy tomorrow, maybe you could introduce me to the horses before I head back to Grants Pass.”
“Sure,” she said. “We should go for a ride. The bear are just coming out of hibernation with their cubs, and the deer have fawns now.”
“I would love that. But is it dangerous? Any worry about the bear?”
“Not for you,” she said with a big laugh. “I carry a rifle. I’ll take care of you.” Then she laughed some more.
As they stepped out onto the porch of the bar, Cameron stopped and listened. He looked up at the sky—the magnificent clear, black sky studded with a billion stars—and heard in the background the gentle strumming and picking of a Spanish guitar. He held the baby against him with one arm, put the other around Vanessa. “Do you hear that?”