Page 73 of Wrangled Up

Tucker grinned—a cocky, I-am-gonna-fucking-rock-your-world grin—and attacked his clothing. In seconds, he was bared to her.Coiled muscles, dips and swells. Faint sprinkling of chest hair glinting in the fading afternoon sun. Hell, even his new piercing flashed, enticing her to run her tongue over it. He still hadn’t explained his reason for getting it.

Claire shot Christian a glance and found him nude as well. At some point, he’d managed to overwhelm her so much she hadn’t realized he’d shed his clothes. He hovered near her. For a moment, his cock and hips filled her vision, larger than life.

She sucked in a breath.

Tucker gained her attention with one forefinger prodding her slick seam. She moaned, immediately on the edge of the precipice. He slid his finger to the crest of her clit and kept going. She followed his finger, dying to have that sensation again.

Gripping her hips, he maneuvered her right where he wanted her. He stretched out in the truck bed and eased her into a straddle. From behind, the tearing of paper sounded. Then Tucker bucked.

She didn’t need to look to realize Christian was slowly rolling a condom over Tucker’sshaft. The lust on his face was enough indication.

When he released a jagged sigh, another rip of paper sounded, and Christian similarly outfitted himself.

Oh my God.She was about to getit.The big double P. Her thigh muscles jumped and her belly knotted. Could she handle both of them at once? Neither were undersized.

Christian smeared a lubed finger over her pucker. She cried out and pressed her ass back for more.

Yes, she was ready. Needy. If they both didn’t fill her up, she’d never be completed.

With a sobbing breath, she allowed Tucker to guide her over his cock. She stretched around him, pussy contracting wildly already. Her nipples ached for his warm hands even as her ass throbbed for Christian.

“Both of you. Please.”

Tucker tugged on her rope, positioning her hands behind his head. “Lean forward all the way, baby. Relax your muscles.”

She grunted as Christian probed her rosette with the head of his cock. He withdrew,and she felt more of the lube spread over her skin.

Tucker lifted a hand, and Christian’s appeared at her shoulder. They twined their fingers.

The simple sight was an erotic kickstart to the libido. With a shove, she impaled herself on the head of Christian’s cock.

He grunted. Tucker echoed the noise as she shifted restlessly on his shaft. Cream flooded over him. The cool breeze circulated over her fevered skin, drying the dew on her body.

Christian grasped the fabric of her dress around her waist and levered himself deeper into her body. She fell still as the rush of pain and pleasure assaulted her. Against her shoulder, her male lovers’ hands grappled as if trying to restrain each other.

Their raw power could crush her, yet she felt perfectly safe and precious within their holds.

“Bear down,” Christian growled. She did, and he entered her fully with apop.Tucker strained, the chords on his tanned neck standing out.

“Jesus, man, I can feel you.”

“Ditto.” Christian sounded as if he’d just outrun a souped-up steamroller in a macabre construction crew 10k race. He ground his hips.

Tucker plunged upward, and both of them were filling her. Stretching her impossibly.

And oh, it felt so good.

She started to move. They let her set the pace, groaning and grunting as she fucked and squeezed them in unison. She lost herself to the notes of their lovemaking. In the back of her head, she provided the lyrics.

Joined. Mine. Need you both. Love you forever.

With a blinding burst, she came. Sharp waves slammed her, towed her under. She sputtered for air but could gain none as Christian pounded more roughly into her ass and Tucker took what he wanted. Their cocks slipped against each other through the thin barrier in her body.

As one, her men hit their peaks. Tucker’s face, lit with bliss, and Christian’s hot breath on her spine was all she needed.

She collapsed against Tucker, a boneless mass of twitching nerves. Just as she thoughttheir experience couldn’t get any better, he said it.

“I fucking love you both…so damn much.”

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