Take Me Again (6 page)

Rowdy wagged his head. “Good enough. See you later."

"Later.” He headed toward the exit.

As he got into his truck and turned the key, a wave of relief rose. His next client was female. Carissa Carter wouldn't be swayed by a sexy voice and long legs.

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The weekend flew by with amazing speed. The moving trucks had arrived late Saturday. Sunday had been a blur of unpacking box after box. Tracy was actually thankful to be away from all the paper, dust and work. A night on the town was just what she needed, plus she loved Chinese food. Leaning toward the mirror, she checked her makeup again. The scent of ginger wafted in the air drowning out the delectable aromas from the restaurant's kitchen. Fresh white lilies sat on the countertop reminding her of the ones in her own bathroom. She loved her new place. It was small, quaint and she couldn't wait for Sheldon to see it. The five-acre ranch would be a perfect place to raise a child.

Exhausted, she had almost cancelled when Rowdy called tonight. “Liar,” she huffed to herself, picking her purse up from the bathroom sink. His promise to make the evening one she'd never forget had sharpened her curiosity. One more check in the mirror and she headed for the door. The fact she needed the touch of a man was the real reason she had agreed to dine with him tonight.

During dinner he had refused to tell her anything about his friend or the rest of the evening. She slung her purse over a shoulder and eased through the crowd noting how warm it was. After they finished dessert, she'd taken the opportunity to escape and regroup. A nervous wreck, she still couldn't believe she had agreed to a threesome. Her fortune cookie hadn't helped when she had read, “A dark stranger will change your life.” Crane had haunted her thoughts since she had met him.

Arms slung along the back of the booth, Rowdy looked rather pleased with himself as she approached.

"What?” She slipped in next to him.

His arm folded around her. He pulled her to him so that they were chest to chest. His spicy cologne surrounded her reminding her of another man who wore similar cologne. His lips were so close they whispered across hers when he said, “God, you're gorgeous.” Then he closed the distance between them. His kiss was everything she had remembered, firm yet gentle, coaxing as his tongue slid between her lips.

"Mmmm...” She leaned in for another caress.

It seemed strange, but Rowdy had been there to offer comfort after her divorce and now again as she fought to establish herself in this new city. Was he her guardian angel?

His palm skimmed the bare area between her silk shirt and slacks, sending goose bumps across her skin. “I can't wait to strip you naked. Taste you.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “Ready to go?"

What was she thinking? Sensual words like his couldn't come from an angel. He was the devil in disguise. In fact, she was counting on him being as wicked as could be tonight.

"Yes.” She sucked in a breath of anticipation as her breasts grew heavy and her nipples stung. There wasn't anything like the first signs of arousal.

He released her, reaching into his pocket to pull out a fifty. Lust simmered in his eyes as he placed the money on the table, grabbed his hat and put it on, before he scooted out of the booth. His features were tight as he extended her his hand. Another series of tingles released moisture between her thighs. Her fingers closed around his, feeling the heat of his body.

Her pulse leaped. She didn't realize how much she needed to be made love to. There was a hunger inside her that had continued to build ever since she locked gazes with Crane at Jester's house Friday night. Just the thought of him took her need to a higher level. Tonight Rowdy and his friend would vanquish Crane from her thoughts for good.

A warm breeze blew from the south. Stars twinkled in the heavens as they walked into the night. Rowdy stopped several times in the dimly lit parking lot to steal a kiss. She laughed, loving his playfulness, while in the back of her mind she craved for the moment two men would cherish her body. A flood of excitement anointed her thighs. She was really going through with this.

As they reached his truck, he pressed her against the vehicle, his body trapping hers so that she felt his firm arousal hard against her belly. “Second thoughts?"

Her fingers curled into fists by her side as she resisted the urge to squirm against him. “Have you done this before?"

He nodded. The fire in his eyes burned even brighter. “It's like nothing you've ever experienced.” He touched his nose to hers. His lips, feather-light, pressed to hers as he said, “Trust me.” His minty breath was warm against her skin as he smoothed his mouth along her jaw line. “I promise,” his voice dipped low, “we'll rock—your—world.” The way he emphasized each word made her hot all over. Gently he brushed back a lock of her hair. His teeth scraped her earlobe, sending chills up her spine. “We'll leave no place on that beautiful body of yours untouched—unloved.” A sexy growl followed that nearly undid her. “I can't wait to see you come apart in our arms.” His tongue swirled around the shell of her ear.

Tracy's heart leaped into her throat. The picture he painted in her mind was exactly how she imagined it. Just once she wanted to do something forbidden, to feel as if she were the most desired woman in the world. Sandwiched between two men whose only focus was to drive her out of her friggin’ mind. She inhaled a tight breath. Yes. That's what she wanted—a fantasy for one night.

As he took control of her mouth again, her hunger soared. She grasped his shirt, holding on. His tongue teased her lips before sliding between them to deepen the caress and break down any uncertainty that remained.

Nothing would dissuade her from the path she was on.

The kiss ended and instead of the blissful moment she expected, he glanced at his watch. “Shit. We've got to go.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her to the other side of the vehicle. A click sounded as he unlocked his truck, opened the passenger door and helped her inside. His actions were quick moving around the truck to get behind the wheel.

"In a hurry?” she chuckled as he crammed the key into the ignition.

"With you—always.” He gave the key a twist and the engine roared to life.

"Such a liar."

Rowdy was artful when it came to foreplay. He knew what was required of a man to make a woman relax and put her into the mood. That's why she felt so comfortable with him. He didn't make her feel as if there was something wrong in seeking her pleasure with a stranger—hell, make that two.

"Did you bring that corset?"

She patted her purse. “Uh-huh.” Inside was the corset along with a pair of stilettos, black stockings, and a lacy little thong. Of course, she wouldn't mention that she was thinking of one irritating veterinarian when she selected the ensemble.

"Great.” He flashed a sexy grin. He accelerated and she held on for the ride.

Stopping before two elaborate wrought iron gates, he rolled down his window and punched in an access code. The gates moaned open. As they passed through the entrance and took a left, her anxiety rose again. He must have seen her uncertainty because he reached over and squeezed her hand.

"Here we are.” He pulled into a driveway leading to a gorgeous two-story home of European influence. Large red brick gables, high-flowing, graceful roof lines and a fireplace with a decorative brick pattern along the front façade dashed her apprehension. Instead she breathed in the elegantly groomed landscape. Rich green grass and several topiary shrubs of leaping dolphins dotted the lawn around a fountain that disappeared from her sight as he steered his truck into a three car garage alongside a red two-door sports coup. The fact he lived in a gated community instead of a ranch revealed he lived a carefree lifestyle. The car screamed Rowdy was a playboy.

That's when Tracy realized she really didn't know much about him and nothing about his friend. Yet tonight she would lie in their arms. When tomorrow's light rose they would know each other intimately.

Tracy didn't wait for Rowdy to open her door. Nerves had her grabbing her purse and pushing the door open. She slipped out of the truck waiting beside it.

As he came around the vehicle, he winked and gathered her hand in his. Keys jingled as he selected the house key and unlocked the door. The garage opened up into a large utility room with a washer and dryer.

"It's not much, but I call it home.” He ushered her through the dark room.

Reaching around her, he flipped the light switch. A flash of brilliance sparked and lights flooded the next room, stealing her sight for a second. As her vision returned, the first word that came to mind was “beautiful.” The kitchen had an open brick oven, stainless steel conveniences, an island a cook would die for and the quaintest breakfast nook overlooking the backyard. She didn't have time to take in anything more as he grabbed her hand and escorted her into the family room.

Again she was taken aback. Rowdy's cowboy persona had her expecting a country living ambience, not the elegance that surrounded her. Mahogany trimmed the room with matching wood and leather furniture. An entertainment center adorned one entire wall. Surround sound, a sixty-four-inch, high-definition television and a selection of movies it would take Tracy several years to watch. As she took in the room, Rowdy released her hand and went directly to the bar, which was as much a masterpiece as some of the art hanging on the walls. Intricate carved wood with brass trim, marble countertop, and smoky glass gave it a look of grandeur.

"How did you accomplish all this in one day? I'm still not through unpacking."

"Movers and a decorator. Wine?” He reached for three glasses and a corkscrew.

"Uh. Sure.” Rowdy's place was exquisite, but Tracy liked the country look and feel of her own house. After work she liked to kick her boots off and climb in the middle of the floor to play with Sheldon.

"Make yourself at home.” Rowdy nodded toward an archway. “The bedroom is over there if you want to slip into something more comfortable.” She didn't miss his devilish grin as he started to open the bottle.

Hugging her purse to her chest, she made her way to the bedroom. The richness in this room was no different from the rest of his home. The centerpiece was a huge mahogany bed with bedposts that had to be eight feet tall. Even the fireplace was large and trimmed in reddish-brown wood. But the thing that caught her attention was the large tub visible from the bedroom. The thing was big enough to have a party in. Green vines with exotic colorful flowers circled the pillars that surrounded it making it look like an oasis.

Tracy placed her purse on the bed and then began to undress. Once again her anxiety rose, but she took a deep breath and pushed it aside. Instead she focused on loosening the laces on the corset. She slipped the black satin and red lace over her head and her nipples hardened, growing harder as the material scraped across them. She loved the way the garment cradled her breasts and hugged her ribcage. Goose bumps covered her arms as she stepped into the matching thong and pulled it up her hips.

Taking a seat on the bed, she carefully rolled a stocking up her leg. The silk was cool, stroking her skin to embrace her upper thigh. She took her time with the second stocking, briefly closing her eyes to savor the feel. The final touch to her ensemble was the black three-inch stilettos she inched her feet into. The click of heels against the marble floor was the only sound as she went into the bathroom.

A smile crept across her face. “Oh yeah.” She gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror. “Sinful and naughty.” Just the look she was going for. Voices from the other room made her twist around.

Rowdy's friend had arrived.

Dolan turned down the glass of wine Rowdy offered him for a shot of whiskey. The amber burned as it touched his throat. “Ahhh ... Just what I needed.” He slammed the shot glass on the bar and then pivoted. Not seeing the third individual in their intimate party he took the opportunity to survey his surroundings. As he walked the room, he said, “Not exactly what I expected, but nice."

His friend's taste had changed. Maybe it was the fact that with his current job he didn't have time for a ranch. Still, ranching was in a man's blood—once there it was hard to make a break. Truth was ranching didn't pay much and evidently computer programming did by the looks of his friend's place.

Nothing could beat the picturesque view of horses or cattle grazing and the freedom open land offered. The scent of hay was something Dolan had always loved. His home sat on the fringes of Cord's ranch. When Uncle Cordell passed, his cousin had gifted him with twenty acres and the small three-bedroom ranch house upon it to keep him near because the two of them were the last of their family. Dolan was a proud man. It had been hard to accept Cord's offer, but he too wanted to stay close.

"So, where is she?” He wanted to get this party started. The last couple days had been hellish. Not to mention, he hadn't seen his little redheaded veterinarian anywhere, which bothered him more than he cared to admit. Guess it was too much to hope that she'd gone back from where she came.

Before Rowdy answered, the bedroom door opened.

In one fell swoop the air in the room disappeared leaving Dolan dizzy. As if his thoughts had conjured the woman, Tracy Marx stepped into the room not more than four feet away.

Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shocked didn't describe the look of surprise on her face as their eyes met.

He shared her disquiet. Speechless, his feet rooted to the floor, the only thing that appeared to be working was his cock. The damn thing sprung to life.

Sexy didn't begin to describe how she was dressed. Stilettos and long legs wrapped in sheer black stockings led to narrow hips barely concealed by a thong. But it was the corset raising her breasts and presenting them as if they were dessert that almost gave him a heart attack. Wild red hair framed her face making her the most sensual creature he had ever laid eyes on. Not to mention, her soft female musk taunted him unmercifully.