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

She let him press her against the wall of flesh that was Christian and soap her breasts with painstaking thoroughness.
    “Those are hardly dirty,” she murmured. Sharp pleasure racked her core.
    “Hmm. Here then?” Tucker ran his palm downward to cup her mound.
    She squeaked.
    From behind, Christian’s cock lengthened, jabbing into her lower back. She wondered if all his arousal was really from her or the fact that Tucker’s shaft was waving slowly back and forth, as if seeking a target.
    She’d never considered how erotic it was to see two men so comfortable in their skins and with each other, but it could quickly become her obsession.
    Over her shoulder, they looked at each other. Tucker eased his fingers down her seam, soaping her pussy. Up and down, riding the outer folds. Juices spilled from her.
    At that moment, she felt Christian’s hands on her ass. Gliding down another seam and right past her pucker.
    She cried out. No one had ever touched her this way before. She bit off the urge to say, Again. But her body was more brazen. She pushed back against Christian’s finger.
    He circled her intimately, loosening her every muscle and her mind. For long, sensual minutes she drifted, speared on Tucker’s probing fingers and Christian’s gentle touch. When he applied more pressure, she couldn’t take it another second.
    “Please,” she rasped. The word bounced off the tiled walls of the shower.
    “Go on,” Tucker ordered.
    Christian pressed harder until the tip of his finger breeched the tight ring of muscle. With a cry, she felt her body pull at his finger. Drawing him in.
    His thigh muscles trembled. He ground his length into her back. She ground too, which drew his finger in completely.
    Tucker plunged two fingers into her pussy.
    “Oh my God.” She squeezed her eyes shut and thrashed. How would it feel to have them both inside her? Was she a crazed slut for thinking such a thought? Playing with Christian was one thing, but taking him into her body was another.
    It felt too intimate.
    “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Tucker murmured against her ear. Water sluiced off his skin and wet hers. He slipped his fingers out. In again. She moaned.
    Christian eased his finger out to the tip then rammed it home in one go.
    “Fuck, yes,” she cried.
    “Think of us moving inside you together.”
    She couldn’t think of anything else.
    They set a rhythm, moving at the same time, until her knees buckled. They suspended her between them, hard arms lashing her to big, wet muscles. Heat ricocheted around her body. She was going to die from the pleasure.
    Suddenly, their movements grew disjointed. Christian plunged in while Tucker pulled out. The change sent her over the edge, sailing. Her ass clamped down on Christian’s finger at the moment her pussy pulsated wildly.
    A long scream bounced off the walls. Hell, was that her? She hung limply in their arms for several seconds, trying to regain her equilibrium.
    “I do believe you’ve popped her ass cherry,” Tucker said.
    Christian grunted. “Her first anal orgasm.” He placed his lips against her ear and breathed, “I’m honored to be your first.”
    Something warm and fuzzy settled in her belly, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it before Tucker thrust his cock into her hand. Her lips stretched into a grin as she reached for Christian too, bringing the three of them together for another round.
     
     
    Christian caressed the curve of Claire’s hip, his erection bobbing against his ridged abs. At the sight of his friend touching his woman, a growl settled in Tucker’s chest. He bit it off, unsure whether to break Christian’s fingers or thread them with his in order to feel Claire’s peachy-soft skin together.
    She was spread out beneath him, curls tumbling in wild disarray, a daredevil smile gracing her lips. After a quick nap, she seemed to be rejuvenated.
    “Uh-oh,” Tucker said.
    “What’s uh-oh?” Christian reached for her again, running