Page 59 of Wrangled Up

The kiss of her bare flesh against his cock instantly aroused him. His shaft lengthened against her ass.

She reached back and sank her nails into his hip, wriggling closer. “I need you tonight. Just like this.”

As he nuzzled her fragrant neck, he located a condom and rolled it in place. By the time he pressed his cock on her slick folds, he was aching. The hollow in his chest closed a bit as he guided his erection home.

Deep into her tight pussy.

She gasped at his sleek invasion, pressing her back against his chest. Reaching back, she pulled on his hip. He rocked into her hard. She cried out, her pussy clamped around his throbbing cock.

Knowing Tucker was in the other room haunted Christian, but he wasn’t about to stop. The extreme pleasure and solace he gained in Claire’s sweet body blew his mind. With a few violent shoves, he reached a depth only achieved by their position.

She curled back against him, small, muted sounds bursting from her as if she didn’t want to parade their lovemaking in front of the man who wasn’t participating either.

Christian sucked on the side of her neck, lost in her flavor and feel. When the first pulsations struck her, he could hold back nolonger. He palmed her breast as he exploded. Waves of release slammed him, heightened by their quiet passion.

Claire’s tight channel gripped him like a glove as her own orgasm stretched on. After several moments, Christian’s senses returned—along with throat-tightening remorse that they’d shared this in Tucker’s bed while he was on the couch.

And while both he and Claire wanted Tucker with every fiber of their beings.

A soft sob from Claire made Christian pull out of her. Flipping her onto her back, he stared down into her beautiful face. Tears streamed from the outside corners of her eyes.

“Oh sweetheart.”

“It feels weird without him. This was the first time we shut him out.”

The ache in Christian’s chest increased. He buried his face against her neck.

“I think he’s hurting bad, Chris.”

“Me too.”

“He hasn’t been whole. We need to help him heal. And I care enough to try. Do you?”

“I fucking shouldn’t, but I do.” He raised his head to meet her gaze.

She swiped the tears away and gave him a watery smile. “Clean up and let’s open the bedroom door.”

Christian’s mouth quirked up, suddenly tugged by a feeling of lightness. The clouds parted and he was able to see a clearer path. He disposed of the condom, slipped on his boxers and fetched a warm washcloth from the adjoining bathroom for Claire to clean up. When she was once more wearing a T-shirt and panties and lying under the covers, Christian opened the door.

There, Tucker stood, face ravaged by pain, both hands braced against the doorframe. His shoulders bowed forward. “I just—I’m so damn sorry.” His gaze penetrated Christian then slid past him to Claire.

The last ember of anger in Christian’s chest burned out and sailed up to the sky on the breeze of loving this man. He hooked an arm around Tucker’s neck and tugged him against him.

Dark passion flared in the place of the hurt as Christian drank in Tucker’s familiar scents. “You’re a dumbass, but I’ll forgive ya.”

“And I forgive you for being a stubborn ass about the money.”

Claire’s raspy laugh floated from behind them.

Christian shook his head, mouth opened to protest, when Claire’s silky touch on his arm stopped him.

“Youwerebeing stubborn. And you should have told me about it. You weren’t the only one filling in the gaps on this ranch.”

A spasm of hurt pinched Tucker’s rugged features. “What about you, Claire? Can you forgive me?” He locked an arm around Christian’s middle.

She must have nodded because the look on Tucker’s face transformed to one of joy. He shoved Christian into the room and shut the door behind them. When Tucker took Claire into his arms, Christian smiled wider than he had in weeks.

They crawled under the covers together and just held each other for a long time. The moon rode higher in the sky, climbing toward its peak. Christian stared at it, his mind foggy with fatigue but his body on high alert. Being in this bed with both of them was a dream come true.

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