Take Me Again (7 page)

Lust rumbled in his throat. He felt his nostrils flare. Tingles exploded in the center of his palms giving him the uncontrollable urge to bury his hands in her silky mass.

Her mouth snapped shut drawing into a thin line. She blinked hard before her gaze shot to their host. “Rowdy?” There was a quiver in her voice. Her fingers now balled into fists.

"What?” The lack of innocence in his friend's voice made Dolan turn and glare at him. “You two know each other?” Before either of them could comment, he said, “That's great. Makes getting to know each other easier."

"Easier,” she repeated with enough heat in her tone to light a fuse. She faced Dolan with accusation in her eyes. Her palms now perched on her hips. “You set this up to humiliate me."

What the fuck was she talking about? “Humiliate you?” His voice was coarse as sandpaper as he closed the distance between them. Nose to nose, he huffed, “Woman, I want you gone—not in my bed.” It was a bold-faced lie. He did want her in his bed, so badly he felt his control slipping.

She flinched at his cruel words. Color heated her cheeks. For a second the hardness in her features crumbled and moisture filled her eyes making them pools of blue.

Dammit. He didn't mean to hurt her. It just—

Before he could apologize, her backbone stiffened. Moist eyelashes batted her emotion away, almost as if it never existed and replaced it with one of pure disdain.

"Feeling is mutual.” She whipped around, took several hurried steps and then drew to an abrupt halt. As if she second guessed her move, she pivoted again and walked back so that they were a foot away. With a toss of her head she sent her mass of red hair over a shoulder. “You know, Crane, you remind me of the first animal I treated.” She narrowed her gaze. “He was a jackass, too.” She was still hissing the insult when he reached for her.

The impact of their bodies coming together forced an indelicate “Ugh” from her. Chest to chest, hips to hips, he trapped her in his embrace.

Fury flickered in her eyes, dilating them. “Release me.” Her heated breath washed over his face.

Release her? The hell he would. Instead he lowered his head and captured her stubborn mouth with his. The kiss was slow, hot, and he made sure thorough and unforgettable.

Taken unaware, she froze.

There was a second where time stood still and a thousand sensations seduced him. With a need that bordered on insanity he stroked her tender lips, savoring her essence and the softness of her skin.

Yes
. The word hummed throughout him. He knew she would taste of heaven and hell.

She bit his lip.

"Fuck,” he yelped, but didn't let her go as she attempted to shove him away. So much for making the damn kiss unforgettable.

The growl of frustration she released only ignited his need to devour her more. Their eyes met in a fiery exchange. A squeal came from her parted lips as he stepped forward, pinning her against the wall.

Her breathing was rapid, chest heaving to mimic his. Determination to resist him was etched on her brows. No way would she win in this game of wills. Before the night was over she would be melting in his arms.

"Dolan.” He heard Rowdy's warning tone but ignored him to press his mouth to hers once again. In the exchange their teeth clashed.

She continued to struggle against his assault, but that didn't deter him. In reality he didn't know if he could stop. He had to taste her—all of her. Never had he wanted anyone like he did her. Since seeing her at Jester's she was all he could think of. She dogged his every waking moment and haunted his dreams.

He inhaled her powdery perfume and caressed the silkiness of her skin as he slid his palms down her body. Looping his hands behind her knees, he raised her to part her thighs and move between them. He fit so damn perfect, like he belonged there.

His hands traveled down her back and settled on her ass, cupping and squeezing, pushing her against his groin. As he grinded his hips into the sweet spot he hoped to be revealing soon, she tossed back her head and cried out. The delicate sound caught somewhere between passion and desperation. He prayed it was more of the first than the latter. Even still, he stroked her lips with his tongue urging her to give in, allow him to carry her to ecstasy.

But the time wasn't right. She continued to resist him.

Relentless with his kisses, he nibbled on her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. All the while, he caressed and rubbed against her body, tempting and teasing to break down her defenses.

Dolan knew the moment she surrendered. She sighed, softening against him. Struggle gone, she crossed her legs at the ankles to hold him closer. Her mouth opened, welcoming him with an urgency to match his own. Knocking his hat off, she threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him nearer to take the initiative and deepen the caress.

The touch of her tongue against his ignited an explosion of fire and ice. Male pride surged through his veins as he wrapped his arms possessively around her.

Damn. Her submission was even better than he had imagined. One after the other he swallowed her mewling cries.

Rowdy nudged him. “My turn.” Dolan didn't want to let her go.

"Mine,” he growled against her lips. Eyelids half-shuttered, she looked at him with such hunger that he swore he felt the tug. A shiver slithered up his spine.

"Ours,” his friend insisted. “You've had her long enough. It's my turn."

Dolan wouldn't have released her, but she unfolded her legs and eased down his body to stand on her feet. She placed her palms on his chest and looked into his eyes to send his heart reeling. What was it about this woman that made his chest tighten—made it hard to breathe?

The calm she wore quickly began to crumble as she took a shuddering breath. “Rowdy,” she whimpered.

Dolan stepped aside and his friend took his place.

Cupping her face, he hummed, “Hush, baby. Let us pleasure you."

"I don't think—"

Dolan watched as his friend stole her building objection with a heated kiss.

No way could Dolan let her leave. While Rowdy kept her occupied, he inched between her and the wall. Brushing aside her hair, he began to caress her bare shoulder with his lips. Hands riding her hips, he slid his fingers forward to hug her flat abdomen.

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Tracy couldn't think clearly. Rowdy's mouth moved relentlessly over hers as he held her tight. She had waited a lifetime to experience something as explosive as what these two men offered. The battle between her and Dolan had been fucking hot, breaking down her resistance. Her surrender had rocked her. She knew immediately it was only a taste of what was to come. Tonight she would venture into the unknown. Discover what it felt like to step beyond the traditional lines of making love.

Crane stepped behind her, pressing his front to her back. Sandwiched between the softness of their cotton shirts and the stiffness of their jeans against her skin made her feel vulnerable. She inhaled their masculinity, hot and spicy.

Crane placed his hands on her waist and every bone in her body grew weak. The man's kisses had drugged her, but his touch was deadly. Wicked hands caressed her with reckless abandonment, stroking the bare flesh between her corset and thong. His fingertips set off a series of sparks across her skin every place they teased.

She was breathless when the kiss ended. Sucking in a much needed breath, she felt the trace of Rowdy's lips down her neck to the swell of her breasts. Rays of sensation burst in her nipples.

"Rowdy.” His name was a mere whisper.

"
Shhh
... Darlin'.” Crane's deep voice hummed in her ear. “Let us make you feel good."

She held her breath as his fingers traced the edge of her thong, high on her hips to the deep V close to the spot she was dying for him to touch. He slipped a finger beyond the elastic, gliding further, so dangerously close to her clit that she whimpered. A flood of desire dampened her thighs so quickly she squeezed them together to quiet the sudden ache.

"Relax.” His finger grazed her sensitive nub.

Relax? Tracy nearly jumped out of her skin. Before she could pull herself together she felt a warm, wet tongue against her breast. With a nudge, her nipple popped out of its confines. Rowdy covered it with his mouth, gently sucking and teasing the distended peak with his teeth.

Oh God. Oh God
. She needed to stop this insanity before it went any further.

"I—” She choked on the word before it morphed into a cry of pleasure. Baring her other breast, his sinful fingers began to squeeze and pinch the nipple. Her head fell back upon Crane's shoulder.

"I need to touch you,” he growled, sending chills across her skin. His fingers danced through her pubic hairs moving so close to the pulse of her sex. “Do you want me to touch you?"

She groaned unable to restrain it.
Say no
, her mind screamed. She shouldn't—couldn't allow this to continue.

"So beautiful. Soft. Can I touch you?” He moaned, a low raspy sound that nearly undid her.

Every muscle in her body stiffened as she fought the growing lust that swept over her.
Just tell him no
. Instead she found herself knotted with anticipation, unable to refuse him, wanting what he offered and loving what Rowdy was doing to her breasts.

"Relax your thighs. Surrender and let me in.” Crane barely grazed her clit and her legs widened like they were spring activated. His warm chuckle swept over her. “That's it, sweetheart."

The triumph in his voice should have infuriated her, but she didn't have time to react. A single finger parted her swollen folds and buried deep to rip the air from her lungs.

Her knees buckled. Heat swarmed her body. “Oh God,” she breathed as he tightened his hold to keep her from falling. Achingly slow he thrust in and out of her pussy. She closed her eyes, imagining it was his cock. Another wave of moisture released. For a second her hips fell into the rhythm of his hand.

So good. So—

Her eyelids sprung wide. Out of nowhere a glimmer of sanity peeked beyond the haze her mind had become. What the hell was she doing?

She tensed and yanked away from Rowdy, grappling for her corset to shield herself. Her thighs snapped together trapping the hand between them. “I—"

Rowdy covered her mouth once again. Firmly he held her head, controlling the moment. Crane increased the pace down below, his thumb pressed on her clit and she lost it.

Throwing caution to the wind, she curled her fingers into Rowdy's shirt, angled her head and stabbed her tongue between his lips, mimicking the hand moving steadily between her legs. Spasms squeezed and released in her abdomen. Tingles burst like fireworks shooting into the sky. She bucked against Crane's hand once, twice, and then her orgasm roared to the surface shattering into a million pieces.

Rowdy swallowed her scream.

One after another, currents of ecstasy raced through her body, awakening every nerve. Flames flickered across her skin. Her pulse raced, heart beating out of control. A cry squeezed from between her lips.

"That's it, sweetheart.” Crane slowed his pace. “Let it go.” He focused his finger on the bundle of nerves and began a slow circular motion that was driving her to the edge of madness. Hitting a particular sensitive spot, her body jerked and another series of currents skyrocketed.

"Crane.” Squirming beneath his touch, she cried out, “Please. No more.” He retracted his hand and she slumped against him, sighing as her arms fell from around Rowdy's neck.

"Dolan.” Crane wrapped his arms around her, snuggling his nose into her hair. “Call me Dolan. And, darlin', we've only begun to have our way with you."

To emphasize his friend's point Rowdy began to unlace her corset. She tried to stop him but he was quick, drawing the ribbon completely out of the garment. “Damn. Tracy.” As he released the ribbon and let it join her corset lying at her feet, he admired her breasts. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you're coming?” With a kick of his booted foot her corset slid across the room and out of her reach. “Dolan, you should have seen her.” He brushed the underside of her breasts and then filled his palms with them. When he skimmed over her nipples a sting filtered through them bordering on pain and pleasure.

"Maybe I should go,” she managed to say on a shuddering breath even as she leaned further into him.

Dolan's arms tightened around her. “Not on your life, sweetheart."

Why did it feel so natural to be held by this man? So right, yet so wrong. They were competitors. Nor should she forget the fact that he despised her. Well, outside the bedroom anyway.

"You can't leave now.” Rowdy wove his fingers through her hair and pulled her mouth to his. “Please don't leave,” he whispered against her lips.

Dolan turned her in his arms, forcing his friend to surrender her. Lightheaded, her mind spun, taking a moment for her senses to return. She'd nearly forgotten just how good looking he was. And those eyes, dark and mesmerizing, she could drown in them.

Without a word, he closed the distance between their mouths. This time his kiss was gentle, meant to seduce, and he was doing a damn good job. She leaned into him, opening her mouth when his tongue caressed between her lips.

Man, could he kiss.

Tracy savored his masculine flavor with a hint of whiskey. With one hand he held her head immobile, while his other palm slid down her body to cup the bare cheek of her ass. He squeezed, creating a flutter low in her belly. Bending his knees, he scooped his arms beneath her knees. She found herself cradled in his arms.

"Bedroom?” he asked, not taking his dark eyes off her face.

Rowdy darted around them and walked through the door she had left open. Dolan followed, his boots making a dull sound as they struck the floor.

Inside the room, he allowed her to slide down his frame. For a moment he held her close, and then he released her and stepped away. A cool breeze reminded her that she stood before him in only her thong, silk stockings and stilettos.

A moment of discomfort swarmed her as he reached for the hem of his T-shirt. As he pulled his shirt over his head, Tracy breathed in the sight of him. Broad and muscular, his washboard abs begged her to reach out and touch. It didn't help that the light covering of hair on his chest narrowed into a thin line that trailed down his firm stomach and disappeared into his jeans where an impressive bulge caught her eye.