The Wolves Catch Their Attorney(9)

She’s perfect for us. Absolutely perfect. Beautiful, kind, intelligent, and I really think she likes us. Our ideas, our worldviews, fit well together.

As the coffee was served there was a break in the conversation. He looked at Sierra and then at Cam. “I’ve enjoyed this evening, very much.”

“I have, too. Thank you for inviting me here,” Sierra said.

“I’d like to do it again. Soon,” he continued.

“Is there an evening you regularly have free? I mean that you don’t have to work?” asked Cam.

“It’s not like that. If one of my cases is going to court in the morning I’m almost always working the night before preparing for it.”

“Okay. Let’s do it this way. When is your next free evening? If you’d like to go out with us again, that is?” Suddenly he hoped he wasn’t mistaking good manners for her pleasure in their company. But surely he’d have been able to tell. She’d really seemed to be enjoying herself, to be genuinely happy.

She took her cell phone out of her purse and clicked through a few screens. “Hmm. I have a major case starting in two days. I’m not sure how long it’ll take. But a week today should be fine.”

“That far away?” Cam turned his big brown eyes on Sierra again. This time Fergus guessed he was aiming for “sad puppy” rather than “innocent adolescent,” but Sierra didn’t do more than smile at him.

“Yes.”

“I’ll text you with the details. What’s your cell phone number? Your number was blocked when you answered me last time,” said Fergus.

“I don’t give out my private details on a first date. Whatever method you used to contact me this time will most likely work next time as well, unless I have an unexpected court appearance, in which case I’ll contact you and let you know.”

She was very quick. It hadn’t taken her more than a nanosecond to decide not to tell him her cell number. Oh well, he’d talk to her secretary again. She seemed a nice, helpful woman. But no one could outshine Sierra in his mind. She was stunning.

Fergus and Cam waited side by side as she drove out of the parking lot.

“I really like her, even if she didn’t give us her cell phone number. But she did say this was a first date, so it’s not all doom and gloom,” said Cam.

“Yes I noticed she said it was a date, too. That has to be really positive. She must go to a million events. She could easily have used another word. But what I liked most was how natural we all felt together. More like old friends than new acquaintances.”

“Exactly. Now how soon can we get her into the dungeon and into bed?”

“Damn good question. I wish I knew an equally good answer for it.” I’ll think of something though.



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When Cam had finished his nursing course he’d rented a tiny apartment in town. After years of sharing a student house with an ever-changing group of students who drank his coffee, ate his vegetables, borrowed his DVDs, and even wore his shirts, he was ready to have a place where what he put in his room stayed in his room. He was also looking forward to silence at midnight instead of at noon. The only problem was, it could get lonely. Yes, it was wonderful to come home and find his favorite DVDs still on the shelf in his room, and the food he’d bought still in the refrigerator, but he missed the laughter, the boisterous games, even the loud music. Though it was good being able to sleep without having to put the pillow over his head to deaden the noise.

So he really was ready to explore a relationship. Not just for the sex, although that would be excellent, too, but for companionship, and friendship. All the things that went with being part of a family. His mother had passed on. His father had done his best to support his wife though her illness, and to rear his two teenagers alone, but it had taken a toll on his health, too. He’d looked as if he were sixty before he turned forty and he was worn out, dead of exhaustion and stress by fifty.

Cam’s sister had hit the backpacking trail, heading through Mexico, then South America. He Facebooked her from time to time, and every month or so she stopped somewhere with free Wi-Fi and sent him photographs of where she’d been, and caught up with his news. She showed no signs of coming home again, but she was happy, so Cam was happy for her.

But it meant that he was alone. And even a house full of noisy roommates couldn’t change that. A relationship with someone special, or two someones special, was what he needed. He needed a Dom he could respect and a woman he could love. He did respect Fergus. The man had swiftly become his best friend, and Cam was ready to enter a Dom/sub relationship with him. He knew Fergus would care for him and open his mind and heart wider to the lifestyle he was eager to learn more about.