Carnal Compromise by Robin L. Rotham Read Free Book Online Page A

she was the intrepid heroine being ravished by two ruthless home invaders in a role-playing fantasy. She’d been replaying scenes from that book in her head all day, with Brent starring as the long, lean and blond Grant and Joe in the role of the dark, muscular and ruthless Isaiah. If she hadn’t carried a box of tissues in the tractor, her jeans would have been soaked by noon.
    “Don’t get shy on me now.” Brent drew her hands away, and she opened her eyes to find both of them looking at her breasts.
    AJ bit her lip, feeling more out of place than ever.
    “Sorry, they’re not very big,” she mumbled. In fact, she looked more like a boy than a woman, with her broad shoulders, long waist and narrow hips. Genetics and years of working outdoors had made her wiry, and especially in the summer, the berry-brown farmer tan on her face, neck and arms contrasted violently with the milky skin under her clothes, emphasizing her masculine appearance.
    “I’ll take quality over quantity every day of the week,” Joe said. “You have very pretty little tits.” He pulled her back against his naked chest, and the intensity of her arousal became almost painful.
    “I don’t know if I can do this with both of you the first time,” she said in a shaky voice.
    “Why not?”
    “Because it’s… I’m just too ready. It feels like I’m going to explode all over the inside of the camper.”
    “Need a little relief first?” he murmured in her ear, sliding a hand down over her belly.
    She jumped when his fingertips tickled between the lips of her pussy, her nipples prickling sharply in the camper’s cool air. “No, I want you to fuck me!”
    Fire swept up her neck into her cheeks. Had she just said that out loud? To someone besides her vibrator? God, she must be on the freaking edge.
    Brent bent his head and licked one of her nipples, sending agonizing ripples through her abdomen. “But we’re just getting started.”
    AJ swallowed, reaching down to still Joe’s hand. “Let me see if I can explain this, guys. It’s kind of like when you put the cap back on the gas tank. You turn it until it locks, and you can keep turning it but it doesn’t get any more locked, you know?”
    “But sometimes it’s fun to just stand there and listen to it click for a while,” Joe said.
    AJ sighed. “Only you would think that. Okay then, think of me like my mama’s old key clock. When you overwound it, the spring got stuck and it wouldn’t run. When I get overwound, my spring gets stuck and my orgasm is like an aborted sneeze—if I can manage to work up another one later, it never feels as intense and satisfying as that first organic one would have. Get it?” she asked when neither of them said anything.
    “I think you’re just spoiled,” Brent finally commented.
    She gaped at him. “Spoiled!”
    “Yup.” He nodded as he licked her other nipple. “To your own touch, your own pace and rhythm. We’re not moving at the same pace you would, so it doesn’t feel right, but you have to trust that—”
    Screeching in frustration, she pulled out of their hold. “Dammit, I told you exactly what I need, which is something most men would be extremely grateful for,” she added pointedly as she picked up her shirt and moved to put it on. “If you won’t give it to me, I’ll damn well go get it from Seth and Tim. I’m pretty sure if I tell them I need a good hard fuck, they’ll shove me against a wall and fuck me, no questions asked.”
    Joe tore the shirt out of her hands, then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “To hell with that. I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk if that’s what you want.”
    “Thank God,” she breathed against his low back, gripping the sides of his jeans.
    He dumped her on Brent’s unmade bed without ceremony and stripped. When Brent handed him a condom, she asked, “Do you have to? My tubes are tied.”
    Joe paused. “I think I’d better.”
    “We’re both clean,” Brent spoke