Page 30 of Wrangled Up (Menage a Trouble #2)

By the time Claire had the mess sopped up, the child was in tears and Claire was ready to toss the soaking cloth in the mother’s lap.

With a sigh, she rubbed a palm over the front of her dress.

Her shift couldn’t have ended too soon. Tourists and hunters were demanding and the locals edgy as a result.

But she couldn’t have escaped even if she’d wanted, as she’d left the car to Letty.

Her aunt was meeting with the church gals to begin preparations for a big hunter’s breakfast that earned their parish a sizable sum.

This morning, Christian had dropped Claire at the diner and instead of turning toward the ranch, he’d headed in the direction of town. Probably the Quickie Mart and two chili dogs, she mused.

She leaned against the open back door of the kitchen and stared across the rolling land. The road swirled through the fields like chocolate through ice cream. Soon that decadent strip of asphalt would bring one of her lovers.

Even as she thought this, Tucker’s yellow truck appeared around a bend. At the sight, she squirmed. He still hadn’t gotten the body fixed after her fury with the baseball bat, and she harbored an extreme amount of guilt over it. A moment of madness that she’d never before allowed to rule her.

And never would again. If Tucker walked away, she’d have to accept it, just as she had these past weeks.

As the truck drew closer, she spotted a smiling face in the passenger’s seat. Her heart did a lazy flip. Christian and Tucker come to fetch her. Surely, she was Cinderella being swept up by two rugged princes.

With a suppressed squeal, she bounced across the parking lot to greet them. Christian hopped out before the truck finished its forward roll. “Hey, pretty lady. You need a lift?”

“Why, thank ya, sir.” She planted a foot on the gleaming silver pipe serving as a foothold and launched herself across the leather bench seat. Straight into Tucker’s waiting arms.

He gathered her close, nose buried in her hair. She trembled a little, still unaccustomed to his nearness. The door closed, and at her back, she felt Christian’s heat. It scorched her spine and spread rapid-fire through her limbs. Her pussy throbbed in time to her heart .

Tucker hooked a finger under her jaw and raised her head for a kiss. The hard claim of his lips addled her brain. Christian groaned, his hands roaming over her sides, up to cup her breasts through her sticky dress.

“My turn,” he said roughly.

Tearing his mouth away, breathing hard, Tucker stared into her eyes for a long heartbeat. The things she saw there—passion and wanting, mixed with a question. A hesitancy. Did he believe she’d hurt him?

She skidded a finger over his cheek, avoiding the cut he’d received in a bar brawl the previous night. Boy, had that gotten her daddy riled up. Before he’d pulled out early this morning, her father had hugged her and asked her to rethink the men she had chosen.

Tucker turned her to face Christian. Her other hunky man had one eye swollen shut, but his good eye blazed with love.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He scooped her against his chest and crushed his lips against hers. The dark scents of lust and male infused her brain. Her nipples tightened into pebbles and cream slipped from her folds, readying her pussy for their fingers, mouths and cocks .

She sucked on Christian’s tongue, but he pulled away too quickly for her taste.

“Get movin’.” Christian’s command was nails and gravel washed down with whisky.

Tucker put the truck in gear and they headed down the road with her perfectly squashed between two hard bodies.

“Open up that dress. Get those beautiful titties out,” Tucker said, keeping only one eye on the road.

Christian reached for the buttons of her dress, and she wiggled as he freed each inch of skin. When her bra was visible, Tucker eased a hand into one lace cup and withdrew her breast.

He skimmed the nipple with his callused thumb, drawing a harsh moan from her. Christian pulled her other breast free and together, they plucked at her nipples until she was drenched and writhing.

Christian nibbled her lips, catching her cries. The pressure building in her core was huge. The final release would be of volcanic proportions. She dropped her head back against the seat, eyes closed, and let them have their way .

When Tucker walked his fingers up her inner thigh, she bucked upward.

“We’ve got a wild one here. Better get the rope.” Tucker pulled off the road and cut the engine. But the faint strains of a Taylor Swift song threaded around them, tying them all in a web.

“Got it right here,” Christian said.

She started and opened her eyes to see him pulling a length of rope from the glove compartment. Her eyes widened, and he chuckled. “You liked the rope last time, baby. Remember?”

God, did she.

Tucker stiffened and withdrew his fingers from her thigh. Claire wound an arm around his neck and pulled him down to her lips. When he remained cold to her kisses, she sank her teeth into his lip.

“As long as the stars burn,” Christian muttered against her throat.

Tucker yanked away. “You two seem to have more than a few memories.”

Christian lifted his mouth from her neck and stared across her at Tucker. Tension crackled .

“You’re the one who left. Of course we have a few experiences between us. But what I just said—as long as the stars burn—it means you.”

“It’s our way of keeping you between us, even when you weren’t here,” Claire explained.

Something dark shattered behind Tucker’s bright blue gaze. A sunbeam glaring off the hood of the truck lit his eyes, making them look like two fathomless pools.

And what she saw was love and happiness.

With a quiet noise in her throat, she tugged him to her mouth again. This time, he kissed the hell out of her. Seeking, plying, bruising, driving her up a steep slope toward a desperate pinnacle.

While she kissed Tucker, Christian gathered her wrists before him and looped the smooth hemp around them several times. When he gave a yank to create a knot, her pussy answered with a flood of juices.

Tucker burrowed his fingers beneath her panties and groaned as he found her damp heat. “Fuck, she’s so wet. ”

Christian pulled his shirt over his head. She flicked her gaze over his hooded eyes and the amused bracket at the corner of his lips. The cab was close and hot, but she reveled in the sheen of perspiration slicking her skin.

In one smooth move, Christian opened the door and climbed out of the truck.

Arms encircled her and she was yanked out into the cooler air.

She squirmed against Christian, wanting to get closer, as he took a few steps to the back of the truck.

Tucker released the tailgate and after a pause, Christian climbed in with her and spread her on a blanket Tucker had obviously laid there.

Tucker flashed a grin a split second before he popped the elastic band on her panties, breaking the stitching.

The cloth fluttered away from her mound, and he spent a second pulling off her shoes, then shimmying the panties down her thighs.

Above, clouds wheeled, dizzying her as much as the caress of four hands.

“I want to touch you,” she cooed, flexing the rope binding her.

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’s shaft. 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 get it. 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.