Free Take Me Again by MacKenzie McKade

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