Page 36 of Wrangled Up (Menage a Trouble #2)

Claire’s back arched off the ground as Tucker stripped away her dress.

Then he did as he was bidden and held her down with long, tongue-fucking kisses.

Fire spread through his limbs. The cooler air kissed her damp skin and raised gooseflesh in its wake.

He trailed his fingers down her shoulders to the tight buds of her breasts.

She gasped as he closed his fingers around them. Pulled. Pinched.

The scents of her arousal drifted on the air currents, and his cock stiffened another fraction. Damn, he couldn’t wait to hear her come unglued. Then he was damn well going to thrust his tongue into Christian’s mouth and taste her.

Sending a glance down her body, silvery in the moonlight, he riveted his gaze to the place where Christian’s wet tongue flashed. Claire’s body tensed, and Tucker realized Christian had sent two fingers into her channel.

She hissed. Grabbing at Tucker, she yanked him down for a string of wild kisses. When he felt her loosen, he knew she was close. Right before she came, she always grew boneless. Then her orgasm would rush up on her and she’d be a straining kitten once more.

Her skin was silk beneath his palm. He cupped her breast, molded it to his hand. A flick of the tip and she was humming. He attuned himself to her, to Christian’s movements.

A cry burst from her. Tucker swallowed it and groaned at the knowledge that her sweet cream was flooding Christian’s mouth.

His lover licked her with long, smooth strokes, cleaning every drop of her come.

Claire’s body pebbled with goose bumps, and her warm pants fogged the air.

Christian raised his head and eased back onto his haunches. “Cover her before she gets cold.”

His cock throbbing, Tucker abandoned her mouth and breasts and knee-walked through the grass. The ticklish strands swayed against his thighs. He positioned himself at her center, staring at her lust-filled expression.

There was a tearing sound and then Christian slid a hand over Tucker’s cock, stretching and fitting it with a condom in one stroke.

Tucker threw his head back at the feel of the masculine hand on his length.

For a moment, he was transported to the living room and their sessions.

Now that he had given himself, it was so much more intense .

Because his emotions were engaged with every physical inch of him.

Christian knelt to brush his lips over Claire’s. She clung to him, fingertips digging into thick shoulder muscles.

Tucker closed a hand around Christian’s biceps. “My turn.”

They broke away. With a grin, Christian moved a foot toward Tucker. Their mouths connected gently. Claire’s sweet flavors passed to his lips, making his cock bob in the air.

Simultaneously, she and Christian touched him. Two hands, ten fingers, all playing over his shaft. She worked low, scooping his balls against his body, while a rough finger rode the underside in the way only Christian could touch him.

A roar built in his throat. If they were in the house, he’d scream the walls down. But to release a cry into the night might shake loose a star or two, and he couldn’t have that.

He swallowed his sounds, eyes closed in bliss.

When Christian’s hand left his cock, Claire’s took over. Her nimble fingers worked him 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.”