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He dove for it. She gasped, coming off the bed. But he and Christian restrained her. While Tucker circled her belly button with his tongue, dragging over it with deliberate slowness, Christian stroked her breasts.

Licking a path downward, Tucker reached her hot, wet pussy. The mound rose up like a tender peach, the folds barely concealed by damp lace. He snagged the elastic with hisfinger and roughly yanked her panties down. She pointed her toes as he pulled them off, writhing beneath Christian’s nimble fingers.

Dark heat consumed Tucker’s insides. His cock battered the front of his jeans, demanding exit. But he wanted to hold on a bit longer and give Claire the full threesome experience. Somehow, this encounter meant so much more than the others, and he wanted it to be perfect.

Christian twisted her nipples, learning how hard she could take it. When he pinched too hard, she cried out, and he backed off, strumming the buds like a lover stroked the strings of a beloved instrument.

Claire raked her fingers over Tucker’s shoulders when he covered her pussy in one big, open-mouthed kiss.

The salty-sweet flavors burst on his tongue. A groan tore from him as he lapped at the juices he’d made her spill. Before the night was over, he planned to make her wetter, hotter. When she left his bed, she’d never forget him or Christian.

Claire lifted a hand from Tucker’s shoulder, and Christian caught it, holding it prisoner.

The first contact of souls.

A rush of desire made Tucker speed his tongue action. He dipped the tip into her channel and flicked as far as he could reach. Then with short, upward licks, he found her straining pearl again. Pressing the hood back, he laved it with the flat of his tongue. Again and again.

Christian released her nipples. In seconds, Christian had his work boots off and his jeans and T-shirt piled on top of them. His blue, striped boxer briefs followed.

At the glimpse of his friend’s distended cock and leaking head, Tucker almost lost it.

Christian wrapped his tanned fingers around the veined length and stroked it from root to tip. The end flared open and Tucker nearly came then and there.

Growling, Tucker got down to business with little Miss Claire. He sucked on her clit, grazed it with his teeth, delivered sensuous licks, and barely breathed on it. When he started all over again, drawing the tiny nub into his mouth, she came apart.

As her orgasm hit, she shuddered. Rasping breaths escaped her throat. One balled fist thumped his shoulder. The juices that floodedhis tongue spurred him to push her.More, more, and more please.Thank ya, darlin’.

“Mmm.”

“Tastes like heaven, I’ll bet,” Christian moaned while jerking his long shaft.

The word “heaven” jerked Tucker from his headspace.

But this time, he wasn’t going to allow his deceased fiancée to stop him from living in the moment.

Pushing back to his knees, he ripped off his shirt. Still flushed from her release, Claire sat up and ran her hands all over his chest and abs, as if she couldn’t keep her hands off.

She yanked at his button, and it sprung free. The head of his erection was right there, ready to jump into her hand. With the pad of her thumb, she caressed it. Insanity threatened, and for a moment, Tucker only saw red hot passion.

In a blink, he’d abandoned his jeans, briefs, socks and cowboy boots. It took less than four seconds to roll on a condom, but that was ten seconds past his desired time frame. Then throwing himself forward, he slipped between her open thighs, through the wet heat of herouter lips, until he was fully seated in her tight sheath.

“God, yes. You’re what I need,” he grated and saw her heart bloom in the depths of her eyes as he began to move.

Chapter Three

“Jeezus, she’s coming again.” Christian fondled the tip of his cock. Claire primed him with her throaty cries, and Tucker with his dirty talk.

“That’s it, baby. Grip my fingers with your pussy. Wet them.”

“Ohhhh.” A light dew of perspiration broke out on her hairline. Christian’s mouth watered to taste it—hell, to tasteher.After only an hour, he’d explored everything from the hollows of her collarbones to the arches of her feet, but he had yet to put his mouth on her.

His gaze locked on her luscious lips, swollen from Tucker’s rough kisses and from biting them in the throes of passion. Christian longed to cover her mouth with his and just breathe her in for a full minute before drinking her sweetness.

But that wasn’t the role of the third in their games. Usually, Tucker had the woman or Christian did. And on a rare occasion, they penetrated her together.

And God, those times…slipping back and forth against each other through the barrier of the woman’s body… Christian shuddered.

Tightening his muscles, he fought the urge to keep from just throwing himself at Claire—at Tucker—and taking what he wanted.

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