Page 86 of Wrangled Up

He swallowed his sounds, eyes closed in bliss.

When Christian’s hand left his cock, Claire’s took over. Her nimble fingers workedhim like no other. Curling, squeezing perfectly before releasing.

“Stop. Can’t.” His vocabulary was reduced to one-syllable sentences.

Christian fitted himself with a condom. He ran his fingers around the foil packet, and Tucker’s body flexed with the idea of Christian lubing those thick fingers to slip into his body.

Claire stared up at him with want etched all over her beautiful face. Tucker could stand no more. He gripped his cock and rubbed it over her slit, bottom to top. Coating himself in her juices. At the top, he lightly chafed her button with the head.

She squirmed and mewed. He glided his cock through her folds once more, down to her soaking heat.

“Please,” she gasped.

“Fuck.” Another one-word sentence but it meant surrender. With a hard nudge, he sank balls deep.

Her heat enveloped him. Her walls quivered, then contracted tightly.

“I’m…coming again,” she choked, the tiny point of her chin to the heavens, her arms thrown wide.

For an excruciating minute he thought he’d blow. Without warning, Christian drove a finger deep into his ass. Pain mingled with pleasure, but it grounded him long enough to gain control.

Tucker cradled Claire’s ass and pushed her up his shaft, then brought her back to him, sealing their bodies. She shuddered.

“She’s coming unglued,” Christian said quietly beside Tucker’s ear. “Just what we want.”

“Shit,” Tucker managed. Heat rushed up inside him as Christian withdrew his finger then plunged in again. For quivering minutes, he allowed his lover to stretch him. One finger, two and finally scissoring apart.

“Jesus, I can’t wait anymore.” Christian’s lust-roughened voice was a caress of its own.

“Do it.”Good. That’s two words.

Christian didn’t waste time. He locked his arm around Tucker and filled him in one thrust. Tucker grunted at the invasion. His ears rushed with surging blood. Claire’s body clenched him. Christian’s stuffed.

“Move,” Christian demanded.

Tucker did. Plunging deep into Claire’s primed body. Another orgasm swept her before he could think, but it served to drive his need up another notch.

Christian took him more roughly, his movements jerky and out of sync. He placed his mouth to Tucker’s ear. “So fucking tight. Want to pound into you.”

In invitation, Tucker slammed his hips back. Christian growled in response and found his rhythm. Tucker gathered Claire from the ground and held her tightly to his body as the three of them made a new music in the night.

Christian came first with a choked noise. Claire’s eyes were glassy, her lips parted as Tucker drilled into her sweetness. His heart was a goner, stretched between these two amazing lovers, and he didn’t want to be anywhere else on Earth.

“Come on me, baby,” he whispered a moment before the pressure burst in his core.

She pulsated around him as he unloaded. Spurts of heat shot from him, and all of his words were suddenly unlocked.

“Love you, baby. Don’t ever leave me. Be mine and Chris’s forever.”

Chapter Twelve

The words “you’re not making me eat that” perched on Christian’s lips. Turned out Letty wasn’t sick the previous day but had just required some additional sleep. All good news, except this morning she’d been in rare form and prepared eggs and brains.

Claire had a spoonful inches from her pretty lips. He’d never seen a woman taint herself, but he was about to. “I’m never kissing you again if you put that in your…” she closed her lips around the spoon, “…mouth.”

He twisted his head away and folded his arms over his chest. “I can’t even look at you.”

She giggled and scooped up more. “It’s no different from sausage.”

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