Sanctuary (New Reality Series, Book One) by Jessica Jarman Read Free Book Online Page A

off already,” Ethan ordered, then reached for the button to Grace’s jeans.
    The sounds of Noah fumbling to disrobe filled the tent as Ethan undid her pants. He leaned down and rubbed his lips over Grace’s.
    “Lift your hips.”
    She acquiesced, and he slid the garment over her hips and off her body, taking her panties along with it. Running his palms up the outsides of her legs, he returned to kiss her. Just as he was gliding his tongue along the seam of her lips to gain entrance, he felt Noah’s breath drift over his ear.
    “Your turn.” Noah nipped his lobe sharply.
    He thought of protesting but the desire to be skin to skin with his man and Grace overrode everything. Noah claimed her mouth as soon as Ethan pulled away. Cursing under his breath, he tried to maneuver in the tiny tent. Finally—God, finally!—he removed the last garment and could turn his attention back to his lovers.
    Noah was fucking her mouth with his talented tongue, pulling soft moans from the woman beneath him. Grace’s hands clasped the back of his head—to keep him right where he was, Ethan guessed. He bent forward and nudged Noah’s side with his head. Noah took the hint and scooted just enough so Ethan could reach Grace’s pert breast. He didn’t dick around, he just pulled the tight crown in his mouth and sucked hard.
    Grace’s cry was muffled by Noah’s mouth, but her hand came down to rest on Ethan’s head as she arched into his touch. Working the nub thoroughly, he reached up, circled her wrist and guided her hand down Noah’s body to his erection. His hand covering hers, he wrapped their fingers around the shaft, and began a slow, steady rhythm up and down.
    A groan rumbled through Noah’s chest, and his hips moved in time with their strokes. Ethan laved along the curve of Grace’s breast and savored the salty sweetness of her skin. He couldn’t wait to taste every smooth inch of her.
    Grace gasped at the sensations coursing through her body. The roughness of Ethan’s callused hands teased as he guided their movements on Ethan’s hard, pulsing cock. Noah peppered her face with kisses and his breath tickled her damp skin. Ethan’s stubble abraded the sensitive flesh of her breast. Her imaginings hadn’t even come close to the real thing, and they hadn’t even gotten past the foreplay bit. God, she didn’t know if she’d last that long. Heat—deep in her center—expanded, threatening to consume her.
    “Kiss,” she gasped.
    Noah made his way back to her mouth, but just before he took her lips, she shook her head.
    “No, kiss Ethan.”
    He pulled back slightly, and Ethan lifted his head. Both men stared at her.
    Finally, Ethan cupped the side of her face. “We want to make tonight about you, sweetheart. We want to make you feel so good.”
    “Oh, the request is totally selfish.” And it was. Did they really have no idea how incredibly hot they were? Watching them, imagining them together stoked the fire inside her to an almost uncontrollable blaze.
    She pulled her hand from Ethan’s grip and bit back a smile when Noah groaned in protest. Quickly repositioning herself, she reached down and took a cock in each hand.
    “Kiss,” she repeated. “Please.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Ethan reached around Noah and pulled him roughly to him.
    Grace stroked the erections as she watched, breathlessly, as the men’s mouths met. She could see Ethan was the aggressor, the dominant one as he took control of the kiss, holding Noah exactly where Ethan wanted him. Grace shifted her legs as the ache in her pussy intensified.
    Gasping, the men parted and exchanged a look. Then, in a flash of movement, they slipped from her grasp—Ethan bent forward and took her mouth as Noah made his way down her body. Her legs shook as he parted them and settled between them.
    “Relax, sweetheart,” Ethan whispered against her lips. He took her hands and raised them over her head. “This is going to be so good.”
    Noah skimmed a hand along