Take Me Again (16 page)

"Yes, ma'am,” Rowdy said with a southern drawl that was so not him, but sexy as hell. “What do you say, partner? Shall we give her a ride?"

"Fuck yeah.” Dolan's hot gaze trailed up her length. He stood and grasped her ankles, setting her feet on the table, knees apart. Then he reached for her hand placing it where his mouth had been. “Keep the fire burning, darlin'. Touch yourself.” Then he stepped away.

A single finger circled the moist bud between her thighs. Blood surged into Dolan's groin. The bittersweet pain welcomed. Her touch was tentative. A blush tinted her cheeks. Had she ever masturbated in front of a lover—make that two? The innocence on her face revealed she hadn't.

"Don't be shy, baby,” Rowdy coaxed, recognizing the same. “There isn't anything hotter than a woman pleasuring herself."

Dolan had to agree with his friend, especially watching this woman seek her fulfilment. Heavy eyelids were shuttered. Her movements were timid; her legs trembled, matching the tremor in his own hands as he unfastened his belt buckle and jeans. His cock sprung from its confines, hard and ready.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he toed off one boot and then the other, unable to turn his head from the erotic sight. She looked at him with heat and fire burning in her eyes. Her touch more confident as her fingers disappeared inside her sweet core, pumping in and out. He couldn't wait to get her alone. Teach her to enjoy performing for him.

"Pinch your titty,” Rowdy growled. His shirt was off. He did a couple hops, pulling at his boots.

Her fingers plucked at a nipple as her mouth parted on a gasp.

Damn. This was killing Dolan. He had wanted to move slow, watch as she pushed those delicate fingers in and out of her pussy, but he needed to feel her body surrounding him.

Dragging his jeans down his legs, he stepped out of them. “You're so friggin’ hot.” He pulled a condom from his pants and let them fall to the floor as he began to tear open the package.

She whimpered a soft sound that went straight through him. Taking his cock in hand, he stroked several times before rolling the sheath over it. Her eyes grew dark, intense. Another step and Rowdy stood beside him.

"I think she likes watching us as much as we do her,” Rowdy chuckled.

Come glistened beneath the latex as Dolan ran his palm up and down his dick once again.

"Oh,” she cried. Her back bowed off the table. It was the most arousing picture he had ever seen, naked and lying on a table fucking herself. Her hair haloed her head like fire.

"Resist it, darlin'.” He wanted to feel her inner muscles seize him, shaking and quivering, as she came apart in his arms. Her breathing was shallow and quick. She trembled. She was almost there—almost ready.

"Your lead,” Rowdy muttered. “But make it quick.” His voice held an edge of urgency, one that Dolan knew all too well as he walked between her legs.

"Dolan?” She spoke his name as a plea.

Damn. Tracy made him yearn for right now and what it might lead to in the future. She was the type of woman he could see himself working beside and, yes, settling down with.

Reaching for him, she pulled into a sitting position. “I can't wait any longer.” Her palms were warm on his arms, her body cool against his chest as she pulled him nearer. He pressed against her cradle. She was wet, hot with need.

"Soon,” he promised lifting her into his arms.

"Now,” she insisted.

Amusement curved Rowdy's lips. “Impatient, isn't she?” He chuckled, heading toward the living room.

As Dolan followed, carrying her, she corrected, “Horny.” Her lips were soft, nuzzling against his neck. Standing in the middle of the living room, he let her slid down his body.

"Head or heel?” Rowdy said with heated excitement.

Confusion furrowed her brows. “Head or heel?"

Dolan didn't want to share her. He wanted her all to himself, but it was too late to say anything now. Besides he wasn't sure about her feelings for him. Would his possessiveness turn her away?

He couldn't let that happen.

"On your hands and knees,” he growled between clenched teeth. “I'm heeling.” Tracy was his. If he had his way no man would ever fuck her pussy again.

Without hesitating, she drifted to her knees, gazing up with weighted eyelids. Something inside his chest clenched. He wasted no time kneeling behind her.

Dolan smoothed a palm down her back and then held on to her hips. “Such a pretty ass.” He'd fuck it one day, but not today. He wouldn't take her without being properly prepared for his entry and now wasn't the time to ask if she had any lubricant.

Rowdy knelt before her. “Open up, baby. I want to feel that beautiful mouth around my dick."

A growl rumbled in Dolan's throat as red-hot jealousy rose. This would be the last time he'd share Tracy with another man, including Rowdy. As her lips closed around him, he grinned from ear to ear.

Damn. This was going to be hell.

Dolan thrust his hips a little aggressively. Not only did he bury his rock-hard cock deep inside Tracy, he caused her to groan and then gag as Rowdy pressed deeper.

"God damn,” his friend cried out. “You're not going to believe how good this feels.” He rocked to the rhythm of her head bobbing. His features bathed in ecstasy.

The hell Dolan didn't know how talented she was. He eased out of her warmth, attempting to hold on to his anger as he thrust. It didn't help that she made little sucking noises as she feasted on his friend's dick. His hold tightened as he grinded his hips into her, making sure she understood who held her—fucked her.

She moaned. The rapture in Rowdy's eyes revealed he enjoyed the vibration of her throat. He stroked her hair, gave her a look of male satisfaction that made Dolan's blood run cold.

Fuck this. He couldn't remain quiet. The primitive urge to stake his claim overtook him. “Mine,” he growled, throwing caution to the wind. Tracy was his woman.

Rowdy glanced at him. The damn man opened his mouth as if to contradict him. Instead a deep-throated groan emerged. His body went perfectly still. His facial features taut.

At that exact moment a fiery burn surged through Dolan's shaft. He eased back trying to control it, but when he thrust again her inner muscles seized, pulling him even deeper.

Oh God. Yes
.

He reared back and shot forward one more time, his balls slapping her ass. That's all it took for the floodgates to open. Fire and ice sliced through his veins. Rippling currents overtook his body. They tore through him without mercy.

Someone screamed.

Who? He didn't know or care.

Dolan couldn't think past the exquisite pounding in his groin. In a heartbeat another throb shot towards each of his limbs. Painful, but the best fuckin’ thing he had ever felt. He trembled. It hurt so good. His cock jerked with each delicious contraction of her sex, sucking, milking him dry.

Before he knew it, it was over. Yet the thud of his heart against the walls of his chest remained. He felt drained, exhausted, but pleasantly sated. Even Rowdy appeared lost for words as he eased out of her mouth.

Tracy leaned forward, slipping out of his grasp to slide upon her side. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She didn't make a sound.

"You okay?” he asked.

Rolling upon her back, she stretched like cat, moving her arms high above her head and then down to her side. Through feathered eyelashes she looked up and hummed, “Mmmm ... Take me again."

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"So you're the one giving Dolan hell,” said the brunette with sky-blue eyes and a friendly smile. She was beautiful. Tall, slender, and curves and mounds molded into a pair of jeans and form-fitting T-shirt that plunged low enough to drive a man's imagination wild.

Tracy hated her immediately.

Well. Not really, but she couldn't help feel a little uncomfortable with the expressions the woman and Dolan shared. She couldn't put her finger on it, but he looked at her lovingly and it didn't feel like a cousinly love.

"Caitlyn.” Cord Daily, her husband, tugged on her dark brown ponytail, but it wasn't a scolding, not with the soft way he looked at her. He loved her and it was obvious as his hands drew her back against him, his arms snaking around her waist to hold her tight. Cord tickled her neck with his close-cropped, blond moustache and goatee, causing her to giggle. The sound should have been a high-pitch cackle. Instead it came out a stroke of sensuality. “Behave,” he whispered, seemingly unashamed to kiss her in front of God and everyone.

What was Tracy thinking accepting Dolan's invitation to have dinner with his cousin and his wife?

It was Friday. Two days had passed since she'd been with Rowdy and Dolan. She hadn't heard from either of them and probably wouldn't have except today had been her first day at work. It had been a wonderful day working beside Dolan. Caught up in stolen glances and touches she doubted were unintentional. When he had cornered her in the supply room and kissed her silly she had given in and accepted the opportunity to be with him. It was a plus that the staff was great, the work fulfilling. Even Ice Princess was doing well.

Yet since they had arrived at his cousin's, Dolan had grown quiet and reserved. Why?

The mischievous expression on Caitlyn's face said she wasn't through causing trouble. “So, Dolan, she is your type and you like red hair after all."

"Cait!” Both men chimed at the same time. Cord gave her a little shake.

Tracy glanced at Dolan, but he refused to make eye contact.

Coward
.

"Okay. Okay.” The woman's laughter was contagious. Even Tracy felt a tickle in her throat as Caitlyn danced out of her husband's arms and he grabbed at her, catching air.

So Dolan had mentioned her to them. What exactly did the woman mean by “giving Dolan hell"?

"Why don't you two go do,” Caitlyn brushed her hands through the air, “whatever it is you boys do. Tracy and I will see to supper."

Dolan leaned closer to Tracy. A sparkle twinkled in his eyes as he stared at his cousin's wife. “Don't listen to a thing she says."

"Scared?” Caitlyn teased.

"You have no idea,” Dolan responded. The interplay between them seemed so natural—so close.

Caitlyn's laughter was magical, charming both men as they gazed at her adoringly and for some reason that pissed Tracy off. The intimate way Caitlyn sashayed toward Dolan, kissing his cheek was all she needed to see to know that the three of them were connected and she didn't mean through marriage.

Dammit. Now she felt miserable. Were they still an item? What about her and Rowdy's arrangement with him? A knot formed in her stomach. Maybe their time together had meant nothing. This really sucked.

Caitlyn threaded her arm through Tracy's and pulled her nearer. The closeness made her eyes widen. She tensed as the woman snuggled nearer. She was either awful friendly, accepting Tracy simply because Dolan did or—

Holy shit! Maybe they were swingers. Maybe Dolan brought her here to switch-play. Oh fuck. Maybe they planned a four-way for tonight's dessert.

God-ohGod-ohGod
.

Maybe the men planned on watching the women go at it first. Her vivid imagination took wings, making her pulse race. Her heart beat like warring drums. Tracy had to admit she wanted to enhance her sexual experiences, but—

She stumbled, a sick feeling swimming in the pit of her belly. Cord was easy on the eyes, but she didn't find herself attracted to him. Although she didn't care about one's sexual preferences, she wasn't game to going down on a woman or vice versa while the man she desired looked on. She didn't want anyone but Dolan. Panic lodged in her throat. She didn't want to share Dolan.

It was true.

Although she felt attracted to Rowdy it was Dolan whom she dreamt of each night and who held her thoughts throughout the day. With just a touch he made her body tremble. Her heart squeezed with yearning.

"You okay?” Caitlyn asked patting her arm. Even before Tracy could answer she said, “Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

That's exactly what Tracy was worried about.

"I hope you like Cornish hens."

"What?” Tracy tried to jerk her wayward thoughts back to what Caitlyn was saying.

"Cornish hens and wild rice?” She smiled so prettily—and innocently. “It's a new recipe I'm trying. Do you like chicken?” She chatted on as they approached the house. “Please tell me you're not a vegetarian.” Releasing Tracy's arm, she opened the screen door and stepped aside allowing Tracy to step inside. “So what do you think about our Dolan?"

Tracy hesitated, and then she turned around.
Our Dolan
? The words stuck in her craw. Jealousy crawled up her neck spreading heat across her cheeks.

"Oh my. I hope I haven't embarrassed you.” After she entered the kitchen she let the screen door slam shut. “It's just we're so close. I—we care.” Her voice softened.

Yeah. I bet you're close
. Tracy forced an innocent smile. “Embarrassed? Me? Whatever for?” Thank God for high school acting classes. She took a deep breath, raising her chin slightly. “Dolan and I are associates. As you know we work together."

"Puleez.” A canny grin told her the woman wasn't buying it. “I know Dolan. He's infatuated with you."

Now it was her turn to voice puleez. “It's professional respect."

"Oh honey, it's more than that.” Caitlyn eyed her curiously. “But—” she shrugged, “whatever. So do you like Cornish hen?"

What the hell? They were back to chicken again?

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I love chicken.” There. Enough about the friggin’ chicken. The juicy scent penetrated Tracy's senses. She didn't realize she was hungry until now.

"Wonderful.” Bending, Caitlyn opened a cabinet and extracted a pan. “And the answer is no,” she said standing and then heading for the sink.

Now what the hell was the woman talking about?
“No?” Tracy bit, even though she knew she was being led down a blind path by the nose.

Caitlyn flashed a knowing grin over her shoulder. “We aren't sleeping together.” She gave the knob a twist and watered cascaded into the pan. “Not since Cord and I got married."