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.
Oh my, she thought but remained silent, unmoving.
"Come here.” The dominance in his voice made her pulse leap and her feet move. As if they were on autopilot they carried her straight into his arms.
Their chests met, skin to skin. She gasped. Dolan's body heat bled into her as hundreds of goose bumps rose across her skin, even the dark ring around her nipples pimpled. The way he rubbed his torso against her was so sensual—so hot.
Now this was heaven.
"I'll take some of that.” Rowdy stepped behind her. Dolan placed his hands on her arms as Rowdy cuddled close. Her eyes widened. The fact he, too, had taken off his T-shirt and she hadn't noticed surprised her. Yet she didn't miss the warmth of his chest moving erotically against her back or the nibble on her shoulder as his palms rested on her hips.
Tracy almost laughed. The apprehension she had experience earlier about being with these two men at once was gone. In fact, she was looking forward to the moment their bodies came together. Just the tho
ught of them filling her made her wet, ready.
"Damn,” Rowdy cursed, releasing her. She broke the gaze between her and Dolan and glanced over her shoulder. “Boots. Once I get started I don't plan on stopping.” He wagged his brows playfully.
Dolan must have felt the same way because he stepped away and sat on the bed to take his boots off, too. Their absence left her feeling exposed. She crossed her arms over her bare chest.
"Don't hide those lovely breasts from us, darlin'.” Dolan tossed a boot and sock aside. “You're breathtaking.” The fire burning in his eyes confirmed his words.
She inhaled a breath, her nipples growing taut as she dropped her arms to her side. The creak of a nightstand drawer caught her attention and she looked just in time to see Rowdy extracting something from it. Hand hidden behind his back, he flashed a devilish grin, before he closed the drawer.
What was he up to?
She didn't have time to ponder the thought as Dolan approached on predatory steps that made her heart beat faster. She wanted him—knew she had to have him when he stopped several feet away.
His gaze fell from her face to her hips. “Thong. Off."
A demand—not a request.
His arrogance should have infuriated her, yet a flood of arousal was the result. Plus she loved the deep rumble in his throat when he revealed, “I need you naked.” He paused, staring at her with a heat that shimmered over her skin. As if it were an afterthought, he added, “Leave the stockings and stilettos."
Not a thread of hesitation rose. She shoved her thumbs between the silky material and her hips when warm hands stopped hers. Glancing over her shoulder, Rowdy smiled. “Here.” He nuzzled her neck. “Let me do it."
Achingly slow, he inched the thong down her hips, past her thighs and legs until the material circled her ankles. He nudged her foot and she raised it allowing him to remove the last of her clothing.
Tracy Marx was gorgeous.
Legs parted, standing in only stockings and heels, she looked like a succubus hell bent on seducing him. For a moment he wished he was Rowdy, smoothing his palms over her slender legs and across hips made for riding. But then he couldn't see the flaming curls at the apex of her thighs trimmed into the shape of a heart. Blood rushed his groin, forcing a groan through clenched teeth.
Dolan pulled in a tight breath as his friend cradled her succulent breasts. Firm and rounded, her breasts were an image of perfection. Just the right size—a handful, nothing wasted.
Rosy nipples hardened beneath his scrutiny, begging to be suckled, and he would. Before the night was over he would know her body and every spot that made her sigh or cry out in pleasure.
He raised his eyes to meet hers. Her breaths were broken pants of desire. “Touch me.” Her request was so faint he thought he'd imagined it, but the excitement that surged through him was real.
Rowdy closed in on her nipples, moving them between his thumbs and forefingers. Her eyelids fell, dark lashes lying like small crescents upon her cheeks. She leaned back into him, an expression of pure bliss on her beautiful face as her mouth parted on a sigh.
He had the absurd urge to grin like a kid in a candy store, that is until he realized she'd been speaking to his friend—not him.
"Rowdy,” she moaned.
Well shit.
As her breathing elevated and she squirmed restlessly against Rowdy, unexpected jealousy rose so quickly it made Dolan sway. He wanted her sexy voice speaking to him—her moving against him like that. Anxiously, he rubbed his palm across his chin, before tugging at the tip of his mustache.
Dammit. More than anything in this world he wanted to hear her cry his name. Beg him to take her again and again.
What the hell was the matter with him? She was only a woman—one who had been a thorn beneath his blanket since she hit town. The realization should have put things into perspective, but as she placed her palms on Rowdy's thighs and glided her hips seductively against his, Dolan's cock swelled, throbbing to a painful beat.
Fuck. Why didn't he just admit it? He was fighting a losing battle. He wanted this woman regardless of the cost.
Stepping forward, he yanked his zipper down and breathed a sigh of relief when his erection sprang forth, easing the pressure. No briefs—he seldom had use of them.
Standing before her, he watched Rowdy's fingertips tease her nipples and make her expression turn dreamy. When her tongue slid between parted lips, Dolan reached out and pulled her to him, knocking away his friend's hands. Heavy eyelids rose, revealing what was undeniably lust. His anger flared. He should have been the one who put the fire in her eyes, the cry in that sexy voice. Well he would rectify that starting now. He pressed his mouth to hers.
As she opened to his advance, his tongue sought hers. They touched, dueled. Mine, echoed in his head. He wasn't gentle, his mouth demanding.
To his surprise she let out a growl, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth, and nipped. It was so fuckin’ erotic. He slanted his head, deepening the caress and drank from her mouth like a starving man.
The kiss ended and both gasped for air. But he had only begun to pleasure her. Stroking his palm down her throat, his lips followed, tasting the salt of her skin and inhaling the sweet powdery scent of her perfume. Trailing his tongue over the swell of a breast, he bent and sucked the nipple into his mouth. The tip was hard against his tongue, heavenly to his taste buds. Scraping his teeth across the tip, he bit down and she cried out.
Had he been too rough?
She answered his unspoken question by stabbing her fingers through his hair and holding him to her breast. “Yes,” she hissed. “Oh God, yes."
He changed breasts to worship the other taut peak, while pinching the moist one hard.
"My turn,” Rowdy said, pushing Dolan aside to take over where he left off.
But Dolan wasn't willing to stand back, an observer, while Rowdy turned her on. He needed to mark her—make her his. If he couldn't fuck her pussy then he'd do the next best thing. “I need to taste you."
Still kissing her, Rowdy shifted his body making room for Dolan to kneel between her legs. Inhaling the light pheromones she released made his mouth water with anticipation.
Was she wet? Ready for him?
He ran a finger over the soft folds of her pussy and felt the tremor that shook her. Oh yeah. She was wet. He leaned in and slid his tongue along her slit.
She jerked against him. “Dolan.” She gripped his shoulders.
The sound of his name, her touch, sent chills up his spine. “Mmmm ... You taste so damn good.” He grasped her thighs and widened them. “So moist and swollen."
"Don't tease me.” She paused, but only for a second. “Fuck me. Now."
Something inside Dolan snapped. He loved a woman who talked dirty. He buried his face against her sex and growled, stabbing his tongue over and over into her hot core.
"Yes.” She made a hissing sound that heated his blood. “Eat me.” She thrust her hips, riding his face as she grabbed his head and held on.
Her clit swelled, pressed against his tongue. He couldn't help taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.
Between her soft moans and the wet sounds of his mouth, he barely heard the tearing of paper. That damn Rowdy had moved around to her backside and was preparing to fuck her ass, he just knew it. The thought sent Dolan into a tailspin. He flicked his tongue across her clit once more and then released his hold to push to his feet.
"No.” It was a cry of frustration. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to her. “Don't stop.” Squirming, she pressed her hips against him as if to assuage the throb he knew pulsed between her thighs. “Fuck me. Do it now.” This time she closed the distance between their lips. Her kiss was hungry, demanding and fuckin’ hot.
He felt something pressed to his palm and instinctively knew it was a gift from Rowdy—a condom.
His friend shot Dolan a grin, pressing his mouth to her ear. “Baby, are you ready to be taken by two men? I can't wait to fill this sweet spot
with my cock."
Their kiss ended abruptly. Her eyes jerked open, filled with apprehension. “I've never—"
"Shhh...” Dolan brushed her hair back. “We'll be gentle."
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Chapter Seven
The breath Tracy held released in a whoosh. Her body was going up in flames. It was difficult to focus on anything other than the ache between her legs. Still Rowdy's words echoed in her head.
Baby, are you ready to be taken by two men? I can't wait to fill this sweet spot with my cock.
Anxiety crawled across her skin as he nudged her ass. She wasn't sure about her next adventure—having two men make love to her at once, but there was something on Dolan's handsome face that helped to ease her mind, some.
He stepped away while she thought of the possibilities. There were only three orifices available for exploring. By the cool, wet substance Rowdy was applying to her ass, she could tell her mouth wasn't one of them. Her butt cheeks clenched together.
Rowdy chuckled, “Relax. You're gonna love it."
The idea of anal sex was frightening and exciting at the same time. Her ex had tabooed the sexual activity, stating it was repulsive. Yet that didn't stop her from wondering and wanting.
While Rowdy stroked her backside in little teasing strokes, Dolan gazed at her with such heat she felt it flicker across her skin like sparks.
Damn. He was sexy standing there in nothing but his jeans. Zipper already down, the material parted revealing dark curly hair and a mere glimpse of his erection. Slowly, he pushed his pants over narrow hips and down muscular thighs to his ankles.
Oh my. The girth and length of his erection was more than impressive. It was downright sinful.
He kicked his pants away and he took himself in hand stroking from base to tip. She knew his actions were meant to incite and it was working. What could she say? There was something exciting about a man masturbating that sent her senses reeling. Her nipples tightened and streaks of pleasure burned between her legs. As a very naked, very aroused Dolan approached, a wave of desire released. Her heart was beating out of control. She couldn't wait for the moment he filled her.
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