Page 61 of Wrangled Up

Claire wiggled between them, her soft hands working back and forth over his pecs.

Heather was gone. Claire and Christian were here, and he wanted them bad.

Claire arched and gasped under their hands. Christian drew a broad palm down the center of her chest, over the slope of her bared belly, to her exposed mound. A path he’d obviously traversed more than once.

Tucker fell back, struck by the magnitude of what he’d done by leaving.

Immediately, Claire sat up and wrapped her arms around him. Christian moved around the bed and pressed close. “As long as the stars burn,” she said.

“What does that mean?” Tucker grated out. Longing for these two people broke over him once more.

“It means you belong here with us. Between us. Now c’mere.” Christian’s firm lips were inches away, and his flavors still lived on Tucker’s tongue.

With a growl, he swooped in and kissed Christian.

“We wanted you so fucking bad,” Christian murmured between kisses.

“I couldn’t get you two out of my head,” Tucker answered.

He pulled free. With chest working for air, he watched Claire reach for Christian. She plucked at Christian’s nipples with a singular knowledge.

Tucker’s cock strained.

Christian’s carved abs had haunted him almost hourly, and he wasn’t about to miss touching them along with Claire.

“I’m part of this,” he said.

Her eyes pooled with joy. “You couldn’t be anything else.” She skittered a hand over Tucker’s chest, down to his cock.

Christian’s attention riveted on her grip on Tucker’s shaft. “Ffffuck. Pull it back a bit at the head.”

A bead of come appeared in the slit.

“Jesus, yeah, like that.” Christian passed a hand over his face in testament to his internal struggle.

They’d been in this bed together, but it felt different this time. Before, there had been boundaries. Christian had been afraid to touch Claire. She’d been reluctant to put her hands on a man that wasn’t Tucker.

And Tucker’s walls had all been erected.

Now they were crumbled ruins, and he let his emotion pour forth.

Reaching out, he caught Christian’s thick length in his fist. His friend—no, lover—shuddered violently. Tucker squeezed his eyes shut as the velvety heat permeated his fingers and palm. His cock twitched, ready to spurt.

“No,” he ground out. He moved to squeeze his shaft to stop his release, but Christian was too quick. Their gazes clashed as they started to roll each other’s shafts through their hands.

“Oh my God,” Claire cooed. She stretched out on the bed, lips swollen and inviting, her nipples two rosy peaks stabbing the air. Her eyes were hooded as she watched them pleasure each other. “Kiss again.”

Her murmured command settled into Tucker’s groin. Pressure built. When Christian leaned in and claimed his mouth, Tucker surrendered to the man’s passion. He let Christian tug and prod his lips and tongue, drawing sensations up from his toes.

The scariest thing should have been the emotion Christian raised in Tucker, but he threw all caution aside and let himself feel.

Christian pressed a wide thumb against the tip of Tucker’s cock. Cream gathered there, and he smeared it over the distended head. Christian was shaking. “Fuck, I’ve gotta…” His lover stopped.

“Do it,” Tucker demanded.

Christian dropped down on all fours and caught Tucker’s bobbing shaft between his scorching lips.

Tucker threw his head back and released a long, guttural groan. For a long minute, he drowned in the insane heat of his friend’s mouth. He’d experienced a lot of blowjobs inhis life, and while Claire was amazing, Christian knew how to give head.

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