Unbroken: Country Fever, Book 3 by Em Petrova Read Free Book Online Page A

nerves of Christian’s body as he came off his high. He fingered Claire’s jaw tenderly, devouring her impossibly long lashes and the spiky shadows they created on her flushed cheeks.
    She released him with a soft pop and opened her eyes.
    Christian’s Adam’s apple bobbed with the emotion clogging his throat. Would she let him crawl into bed and hold her, kiss her? Would she breathe his name into his ear the way she’d done Tucker’s?
    But it wasn’t meant to be.
    Tucker hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her so she half lay across his broad chest. He cupped each breast, rolling the peaks between his fingers. “Go down on her, Chris.”
    Christian bowed his head, struggling with the need to plunge his tongue deep into her pussy then suck Tucker’s cock to the root, as Claire had just done for him. Alternating back and forth, delivering pleasure to both until they succumbed to ecstasy.
    One step at a time. He gripped Claire’s hips and angled her upward, fitting her pussy against his mouth. As her sweet musk mingled with the earthier scents of the man who held her still for Christian, he lost himself—fell into a chasm, mind, body and soul.
     
     
    Shivers of pleasure coursed through Claire as she dove head first into the mattress. Arms to the side and mouth filled with cotton comforter, she fought to gain control of her emotions.
    Tucker was more tender and giving than he’d ever been with her. An apology for ditching her earlier in the week? Or had he truly missed her and his regret pushed him to show her in brand new ways?
    And Christian…that man’s strong, silent presence was slowly picking at her heartstrings. When Tucker had first suggested they share her, she’d thought to only gain as much pleasure as possible. After all, what woman would turn down a chance to be with two deliciously rugged men?
    “We’ve killed her,” Christian mused.
    Tucker tucked a finger under her chin and stroked the ticklish spot that made her twitch. She jackknifed on the bed, attempting to protect her overly sensitive body from more flicking, licking and stroking.
    Then again, she craved it.
    “To the shower.” Tucker’s voice was a rough lick to her senses.
    She continued to lay still, unable to move. Long minutes passed as she dozed. Finally, warm hands scooped her up.
    As her lovers bore her off to the bathroom, she fought to make sense of her emotions. Tucker—she loved. But Christian was a brand new entity. She’d never given herself to two men at once, and her pleasure was blurring the lines in her heart.
    She opened her eyes as her feet met cool tile. Christian’s carved body crowded in front of her. He reached into the shower and switched the water on.
    “Nothing to strip off.” Tucker grinned. The dimple she couldn’t tear her gaze from flashed on his chin, just off center. A peek at the soft gooey insides of the man, she’d always thought.
    Christian turned with a satisfied smile. Steam boiled out of the shower, along with that woodsy scent she associated with Tucker. For a long second, Claire studied Christian. A smudge of five o’clock shadow on his angular jaw dizzied her with memories of him going down between her legs.
    She shivered. Damn, had she really done this? Gotten so carried away with Tucker that she’d do anything for him?
    I did this for myself. No use lying.
    Tucker planted his hands on her hips. She looked down to see the tanned digits against her body. Then he lifted her over the side of the tub and planted her in the shower. They stepped inside too.
    “It’s crowded in here.”
    Tucker grabbed the soap and held it under the stream. “This bathtub was installed in the 1920’s. Threesomes weren’t that popular then.”
    She giggled as Tucker passed Christian the soap. Watching their manly hands work up a lather did things to her insides. Was it possible that she could still want them? After so many orgasms?
    Tucker stood in front of her, eyes snapping as he reached for her.