Take Me Again (9 page)

A particularly strong contraction tightened and squeezed her pussy, shaking her to the core. Her eyelids flew open to the predatory gleam in Dolan's eyes. So much hunger—lust. No one had ever looked at her like that.

"Mine,” he said with such conviction she could almost believe him.

"I—Oh—” Another contraction stole her words.

"Stay with us,” he encouraged. Lord knows she tried but felt her control slip.

Perspiration beaded his forehead. His hand shook as he traced a path between her breasts, down her belly, stopping where their bodies met. “Rowdy?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Now.” Dolan reached between them and pressed his fingers to her clit.

She bucked wildly between them. The lights in the room dimmed or maybe it was her imagination. Like talons tearing at her insides, her climax clawed its way to the surface and exploded.

A scream ripped from her throat. Her body convulsed, shaking uncontrollably. She couldn't breathe—didn't try. Holding on to Dolan she rode the wave, melting into the moment.

At the same time, Rowdy stiffened, pressing against her as tightly as he could. Mumbling something unintelligible, he groaned low.

But it was Dolan's expression of pure rapture as his orgasm approached that enthralled her. He thrust once more, striking the back of her pussy. She felt his cock tighten and swell. His hips jerked. He threw back his head on a cry of triumph that sent a shudder through her. Desire, agony and finally bliss filtered across his face before he buried his head against her shoulder.

Breathlessly, he murmured, “Mine,” and closed his arms around her possessively. The admission slid over her like warm honey.

If only it were true.

Rowdy kissed her neck before he gently withdrew from her ass. She heard him pad across the floor and then the flow of water.

How long Dolan held her she couldn't say. Their bodies were warm and moist pressed together. His steady heartbeat rang in the ear she had lying against his chest. She couldn't see his face.

What was he was thinking? Did he regret the night?

Chills raced across her skin, tightening her nipples. Was her body's reaction due to her thoughts or the blow of cool air that flooded over them when the air conditioning kicked on?

The pipes moaned as she heard the water turn off. He released her long enough to remove his condom and dispose of it in a wastebasket. Returning, he hoisted her up in his arms. She released a small cry of surprise. His arm lay beneath her ass, drawing her attention to the dull ache that existed. Yes. There had been discomfort, but the pleasure far outweighed it. The whole night had been better than any fantasy she had dreamt.

He didn't say a word when she looked up at him. His dark expression was unreadable. The moment was awkward as he carried her to the bed and then carefully laid her down. Placing her heel on his shoulder, he removed the stiletto and let it fall to the floor with a thud. His palms smoothed up her leg until he reached the end of her stocking. With ease he rolled the silk down her thigh, past her knee and off her foot. He held the stocking for a second or two, his gaze hot on her exposed sex. For a brief moment she thought he would go down on her again. Prayed he would. She barely resisted the need to squirm beneath his stare, but he blinked, releasing the stocking, and removed her foot from his shoulder. In was pure hell as he repeated the same process on her other leg. The act was so sensual, moisture built between her thighs. She wanted him to touch her so badly. Take her again. But it wasn't in the cards. Instead he picked her up once more, cradling her in his arms as he carried her toward the bathroom.

Tracy sighed at the sight of the bathroom. Nothing could have been more romantic than the large tub with its pillars trimmed in vines and colorful flowers. The soft hum of the jets blowing and the inviting bubbles called to her. Rowdy lounged in the water. His strong arms rested along the edge. He held up a glass filled with amber liquid. “Join me."

Tracy was prepared for Dolan to set her on her feet. Instead he climbed into the tub with her still in his arms. Carefully he sat in the warm water bordering on hot, catching her unaware as he pulled her snugly upon his lap. His semi-hard erection pressed to her ass. The man must have a constitution of an Ever-Ready battery. The thought brought a smile to her lips. If she shifted a little to the right and spread her legs, he would be all hers.

Rowdy handed her his glass. “Baby, you were wonderful."

Heat flared across her face and a burst of uneasy laughter released. “You weren't too bad yourself,” she said before raising the glass to her mouth. Even before she took a sip she inhaled the bouquet of toasted wood, earth and cedar.

Ahhh ... Whiskey.

It was an acquired taste she had discovered when her ex had gone hunting for the weekend. A bottle of booze and a vibrator had been her entertainment. She tipped the glass and sipped while breathing the scent in to let it linger on her tongue. The best thing about whiskey was that its flavors lasted. Stealing a glance toward Dolan, she couldn't help remembering his first kiss laced with whiskey. It had nearly curled her toes. She offered him the glass, but he refused it.

With a slow sensual draw, he said, “Take another drink, but don't swallow.” He must have realized her confusion because he added, “I want to drink from your lips."

Now if that wasn't the sexiest thing anyone had said to her. Her pulse leaped as she turned in his lap. Her hand shook as she tipped the glass. Flavors burst against her tongue, and then Dolan covered her mouth with his.

Damn. The woman tasted good. The whiskey was only a reason to devour her mouth once more. He took his time savoring how soft her lips were. How pliable she was beneath his assault. He left no place untouched, releasing her when he wanted nothing more than to pull her beneath him and have his way with her again. He was about to go in for another kiss when Rowdy grabbed her arm and pulled her off his lap. “I want some of that."

As she began to sink Dolan lunged for her, but Rowdy yanked her safely into his arms. Her sexy laughter was like silk across Dolan's skin as she held her hand high. The whiskey splashed around the confines of the glass, but she didn't spill a drop.

His kind of woman.

In fact, Tracy had been everything he knew she would be and more. She came apart in his arms, leaving him more sated than he had ever felt. Even now his cock was hardening, needing to feel her warmth surrounding it. It didn't help that she looked even more inviting with her skin glistening from the water and her wet hair hanging loose around her shoulders. After tonight he didn't know how he was going to let her go, but he would. They had too much between them to make it work.

His stomach knotted when she straddled Rowdy, sipped from the glass and then leaned into him for a kiss. Dolan swallowed hard, trying to rein in his resentment. Brooding would get him nowhere. Tonight might be the only opportunity he had with his little redheaded veterinarian and he planned to make the most of it.

Water splashed as he crossed the distance between them. A brush of his hand and he wiped the bubbles from her shoulder before he pressed his lips to it. As he caressed a path toward the top of her spine, goose bumps rose across her wet flesh. He felt the tremor that rocked her as he trailed his mouth down her back. “My turn,” he whispered against her skin.

She glanced over a shoulder, cocking a brow as she turned the glass upside down. “Sorry. Empty.” Her tongue slid seductively between her lips, driving him crazy with need. A groan caught in his throat. No one should be so damn sexy and have a killer voice like hers.

Rowdy wagged his brows. “Problem solved.” He reached behind him to pick up the half-full bottle. “Here you go."

Dolan took the whiskey offered him. “Turn around, darlin'."

He began unscrewing the lid as Tracy slid off of Rowdy's lap. She was immediately drawn back down, but this time she faced Dolan. He took a drink from the bottle. The whiskey burned but was smooth going down.

Grinning, she wiggled her ass. “Happy to see me?"

"Baby, you have no idea.” Rowdy bucked beneath her, setting off a series of giggles as she tried to stay atop his lap and not slide off, drop the glass, or drown as they set the water to splashing. A large wave rose spraying over the side of the tub. “Dammit.” He slowed his pace.

Scrumptious breasts rose and fell as her laughter died and she raised her glass to Dolan. He passed by her extended hand, tipping the bottle so that it ran over one of her nipples and into the water.

Their eyes met and they both began to smile. Flattening his tongue against the hard peak, he licked, savoring both the flavor of the whiskey and woman. He wrapped his tongue around the nub and sucked it deep into his mouth.

She gasped.

"You like that don't you, baby?” Rowdy asked pinching her other nipple between his fingers.

Arching into their touch, she said, “Oh yeah."

The soft expression on her face made Dolan set aside the bottle and reach for her. She went willingly into his arms, her legs locking around his waist. His rock-hard cock nudged her pussy. He couldn't wait to feel her around him again. Angling his hips, he drove inside her. Her mouth parted on a sharp breath.

"Fuck.” His jaws clenched from the exquisite warmth. He held her close, grinding her hips against his so that he was seated as deep into her cradle as possible. “So fuckin’ hot.” He inched his way back to the seat on the other side of the tub and sat. He smoothed his hands down to her ass. “Ride me, darlin'."

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed upward to ease him out of her cove. With more pressure than he anticipated she impaled herself upon him and began a slow rhythm riding him in earnest. The way her body swayed and the sensual caress of the water made his groin tighten. She brushed the hard peaks of her nipples across his chest and he sucked in a breath.

Laughter danced in her eyes. She leaned forward and rubbed against him again. “Feel good, cowboy?” Each word stroked his ears. Damn. Her voice was enough to break a man.

He was just about to show her how good it felt when Rowdy spoke up. “Bring her here."

Dolan glanced over her shoulder. Tracy stopped moving against him and followed his gaze. His friend was sitting on the edge of the tub, legs spread wide, a condom in his hand and a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Dammit. Dolan had forgotten about a condom. Thank God Rowdy had stopped them when he did. But, fuck, it felt so good.

"Let's see how good she is with her mouth.” His friend ripped open the packet he held. “Think you can put this on me—” he paused, “—without using your hands?"

For days Dolan had fantasized about just that. Well, that was he'd dreamt of her mouth wrapped around his cock, not Rowdy's.

"Is that a challenge?” she asked, beginning to rock gently against Dolan. He tightened his grip on her hips.

"Yep.” Rowdy took himself in hand and started to stroke from base to tip.

Leaning in to Dolan, she gave him a feather-light kiss. “I'll be back.” She hesitated only a second before she crawled from his lap. An instant feeling of loss as he slipped from her body surrounded him.

She drifted through the water toward Rowdy. He handed her the condom and then reclined back, bracing himself on his palms.

Dolan walked around the tub. No way would he miss this.

The condom disappeared between her full lips. Determination flashed in her eyes. She slid between Rowdy's thighs, easing to her knees. Her red hair floated on the surface of the water as she bent forward.

"Here.” Rowdy picked up a pair of handcuffs Dolan hadn't seen sitting there. “Secure her hands behind her back."

Tracy's eyes brightened as his friend dangled the manacles before her. Did the thought of being bound excite her?

Dolan took the bindings from him and moved behind her. Carefully he pulled her arms back. The first bracelet snapped around her wrist. She released a muffled cry when the second ring clicked shut. Her chest rose and fell, rapidly.

Damn. She was a pretty sight. There was something about a bound, naked woman, especially this one.

As he walked from behind her, he watched the tip of his friend's dick disappear into her mouth. Dolan's pulse leaped and blood rushed his groin. He could almost feel her warmth around his own erection.

Rowdy raised his hips.

Her brows pulled together. “Hoe thill.” Her words were almost unintelligible. It appeared she was having a little difficulty.

Rowdy chuckled, evoking a growl from deep within her throat.

Stubborn. Dolan had pegged her right.

"Use your tongue,” he suggested. “Roll it a little at a time."

Her nostrils flared. A little spittle seeped from the corner of her mouth. Rowdy's cock slipped further between her lips. The intensity in her stare as bulges in her cheeks came and went tickled him.

Yet after a short while, she eased Rowdy from her mouth, sat back on her haunches and grinned. He was completely sheathed. “There.” An expression of pride was on her face.

He cupped the nape of her head pulling her forward. “Baby, you're not finished."

"What? It's d—"

He nudged her lips with his erection. “Take it. I want to feel that beautiful mouth around me."

She swallowed and then leaned forward, taking him inside her. There was something hot about the bob of a woman's head as she gave a man head. The wet sounds of her mouth, her tongue caressing up and down, were unbearable. Add her soft cries of passion and Dolan's cock grew even harder, the ache now bordering on pain.

Rowdy weaved his fingers through her hair. “Damn.” He sucked air in through clenched teeth. “She's good."

Fuck. Dolan knew it.

He couldn't stand the moans Rowdy made or the wet ones that slipped from her mouth. It should be his cock in her mouth. He should be holding her. Without another thought, he eased into the water on his knees. Tracy released a muffled cry as his hands folded around her waist and he raised her to move beneath her. Inching her thighs apart, he wasted no time positioning himself at her center. With one thrust he parted her swollen folds and sunk into heaven.