Unbroken: Country Fever, Book 3 (5 page)

Tucker nibbled her parted lips, her tongue. His soft hair swept over her cheek, reminding her more of making love to him. Sweet tears burned in her throat.

“That’s it, baby. Open to me. Let me make you cling to the ceiling while Christian watches you come apart.”

Claire pasted a hand over Tucker’s chest, absorbing the rumble of his words. She darted a glance at Christian to find his eyes hooded with longing, his hard jaw set and fists clenched as if struggling to keep from diving into the booth with them.

Tucker drove his finger deep into her pussy, plunging it in and out twice then smearing the juices over her distended button. Pleasure surged, rushed in her ears. He circled her clit once…twice.

Ground it against her body.

And she spasmed. Digging her fingers into Tucker’s nape, she drew his mouth to hers as her pussy contracted wildly.

All the time, she stared into Christian’s eyes.      

Her head spun as she came back down to reality. Crash landed, actually, when the cook called her name from the back room.

Tucker pulled his hand free and his mouth free and slid out of the booth. “I’ll handle this, baby doll.”

A boneless lump still twitching with pleasure, Claire could do nothing more than watch her lover stride across the diner to intercept the cook.

Claire met Christian’s dark, excited gaze. “You’re beautiful, you know.”

Warmth shot to her heart, causing a blossom of sudden affection. She felt her smile spread. “So are you. So is he.” She jerked her jaw at the man that wicked up all of the life in the room.

Christian swung his gaze toward the cowboy who was persuading the cook to take over the operation of the whole diner tonight, since it was so slow. “Yeah,” Christian said slowly, as if dumbstruck, “a man like that should have a warning label.”

Tucker couldn’t get enough of her. Her silky skin against his, her plush lips, her glittering, dark eyes. Fuck, he was in too deep and there was nothing he could do about it right now. He couldn’t tear himself from her arms if he tried.

Raising a boot, he kicked the bedroom door, sending it careening against the wall. For a second, he paused in the doorway with Claire in his arms. Holding her. Breathing her essence. Just breathing.

Impossible to erase memories of Heather in his bed. Though he’d had other women here—shared them with Christian too—he’d never known emotion with anyone but Heather.

Tonight might be the night.

Shifting Claire’s weight, he stepped into the room. The plush carpet grabbed at the soles of his boots but offered no resistance. Hell, was there anything that might stop him from giving himself away again?

Claire nuzzled Tucker’s throat, rubbing her delicate skin against his five o’clock shadow. She made a humming sound not unlike a kitten with a belly full of cream.

Christian’s heat flamed over Tucker’s back as his friend drew up behind him. He could almost hear the man’s mind tick. Christian was waiting to see if Tucker would throw away this opportunity.

Ducking his head, Tucker captured Claire’s lips. She tilted her face up to his, bliss punctuated in her dark, slanting brows. A slight tremor ran through her and into him. The warm fingers of that involuntary show of emotion wrapped around his heart.

In two steps, he came up against the bed. Slowly, he bent and stretched her out on the smooth cotton coverlet. Then straightening, he stared at her. Her skin glowed against the backdrop of charcoal gray. Curls framed her face, corkscrews he longed to thread his fingers into, letting them tighten and hold him.

As if he needed more reason to stay.

He had more reasons to run.

I’m sorry, Heather.

Tucker crawled onto the bed with Claire and lowered his weight atop her body. Bracing himself on his elbows, he stared at her until she squirmed. Christian rotated around the room, as restless as Tucker had ever seen him.

“Kiss her,” Christian whispered from his left.

Claire turned her head to take in Christian. Something warm lived in her eyes for Tucker’s best friend. Tucker had seen it before in women—she’d been exposed in brand new ways, and therefore had gained a connection with Christian.

Easing his fingers down her side, Tucker leaned in and kissed her. She parted her lips instantly, and he drove his tongue deep. Chasing her warm, wet tongue around her mouth, he lost himself to the sensations in his body—heaviness of want and the puddle that was his heart.

Claire rocked upward, her hips perfectly cradling his. He ground his erection into the V of her legs. Grasping her upper thigh, he bunched the cloth of her uniform dress, drawing it up to expose more of her legs.

Inching higher and higher, he then slipped his fingers between their bodies and found the wet lace covering her pussy. Christian groaned at the same moment she did.

Tucker’s grin spread over Claire’s lips. She hitched her legs up to provide better access.

“Christ, I can smell her need.” Christian raked his fingers through his hair. He paced toward the bed and leaned against the side, watching.

Tucker pushed back onto his knees and pressed Claire’s thighs upward to expose her juicy center. A choked noise sounded in Christian’s throat.

“Have you touched her yet, Chris?”

Claire shook her head and Christian followed.

Tucker swung his gaze to Claire’s. Dark, glittering pools of want met his. “Will you let Christian learn you as I have?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. A pink flush stole over her cheeks.

Tucker’s smile widened. With quick flicks, he popped the buttons of her dress, exposing the flesh beneath bit by bit. The sweet curves of her breasts swelled from her lacy bra cups.

Using one finger, he traced the top of one then the other. She arched her back off the bed.

“Peel this dress off her, Christian.”

With jerky movements, Christian eased the fabric from her shoulders. Scooping his hands under her, he pressed the dress down her spine until Tucker was able to strip it over her hips.

Claire’s belly dipped with her harsh breathing. Tucker zeroed in on the tiny depression of her navel, just big enough to fit the tip of his pinky. Or his tongue.

He dove for it. She gasped, coming off the bed. But he and Christian restrained her. While Tucker circled her belly button with his tongue, dragging over it with deliberate slowness, Christian stroked her breasts.

Licking a path downward, Tucker reached her hot, wet pussy. The mound rose up like a tender peach, the folds barely concealed by damp lace. He snagged the elastic with his finger and roughly yanked her panties down. She pointed her toes as he pulled them off, writhing beneath Christian’s nimble fingers.

Dark heat consumed Tucker’s insides. His cock battered the front of his jeans, demanding exit. But he wanted to hold on a bit longer and give Claire the full threesome experience. Somehow, this encounter meant so much more than the others, and he wanted it to be perfect.

Christian twisted her nipples, learning how hard she could take it. When he pinched too hard, she cried out, and he backed off, strumming the buds like a lover stroked the strings of a beloved instrument.

Claire raked her fingers over Tucker’s shoulders when he covered her pussy in one big, open-mouthed kiss.

The salty-sweet flavors burst on his tongue. A groan tore from him as he lapped at the juices he’d made her spill. Before the night was over, he planned to make her wetter, hotter. When she left his bed, she’d never forget him or Christian.

Claire lifted a hand from Tucker’s shoulder, and Christian caught it, holding it prisoner.

The first contact of souls.

A rush of desire made Tucker speed his tongue action. He dipped the tip into her channel and flicked as far as he could reach. Then with short, upward licks, he found her straining pearl again. Pressing the hood back, he laved it with the flat of his tongue. Again and again.

Christian released her nipples. In seconds, Christian had his work boots off and his jeans and T-shirt piled on top of them. His blue, striped boxer briefs followed.

At the glimpse of his friend’s distended cock and leaking head, Tucker almost lost it.

Christian wrapped his tanned fingers around the veined length and stroked it from root to tip. The end flared open and Tucker nearly came then and there.

Growling, Tucker got down to business with little Miss Claire. He sucked on her clit, grazed it with his teeth, delivered sensuous licks, and barely breathed on it. When he started all over again, drawing the tiny nub into his mouth, she came apart.

As her orgasm hit, she shuddered. Rasping breaths escaped her throat. One balled fist thumped his shoulder. The juices that flooded his tongue spurred him to push her.
More, more, and more please
.
Thank ya, darlin’
.

“Mmm.”

“Tastes like heaven, I’ll bet,” Christian moaned while jerking his long shaft.

The word “heaven” jerked Tucker from his headspace.

But this time, he wasn’t going to allow his deceased fiancée to stop him from living in the moment.

Pushing back to his knees, he ripped off his shirt. Still flushed from her release, Claire sat up and ran her hands all over his chest and abs, as if she couldn’t keep her hands off.

She yanked at his button, and it sprung free. The head of his erection was right there, ready to jump into her hand. With the pad of her thumb, she caressed it. Insanity threatened, and for a moment, Tucker only saw red hot passion.

In a blink, he’d abandoned his jeans, briefs, socks and cowboy boots. It took less than four seconds to roll on a condom, but that was ten seconds past his desired time frame. Then throwing himself forward, he slipped between her open thighs, through the wet heat of her outer lips, until he was fully seated in her tight sheath.

“God, yes. You’re what I need,” he grated and saw her heart bloom in the depths of her eyes as he began to move.

Chapter Three

“Jeezus, she’s coming again.” Christian fondled the tip of his cock. Claire primed him with her throaty cries, and Tucker with his dirty talk.

“That’s it, baby. Grip my fingers with your pussy. Wet them.”

“Ohhhh.” A light dew of perspiration broke out on her hairline. Christian’s mouth watered to taste it—hell, to taste
her.
After only an hour, he’d explored everything from the hollows of her collarbones to the arches of her feet, but he had yet to put his mouth on her.

His gaze locked on her luscious lips, swollen from Tucker’s rough kisses and from biting them in the throes of passion. Christian longed to cover her mouth with his and just breathe her in for a full minute before drinking her sweetness.

But that wasn’t the role of the third in their games. Usually, Tucker had the woman or Christian did. And on a rare occasion, they penetrated her together.

And God, those times…slipping back and forth against each other through the barrier of the woman’s body… Christian shuddered.

Tightening his muscles, he fought the urge to keep from just throwing himself at Claire—at Tucker—and taking what he wanted.

He rubbed the underside of his shaft, teasing himself into a frenzy.

Tucker lifted his head from Claire’s breasts and met Christian’s gaze.
Do it,
he seemed to say.

Gritting his teeth, Christian lashed his balls to his body with one hand and jacked himself with the other. Tucker watched him, eyelids drooping, breathing harsh.

When Claire stopped twitching from her orgasm, Tucker slid his fingers from her body and spent a long minute licking them clean.

“Fuck,” Christian said through clenched jaw.

Claire stretched, arms above her head, bare and beautiful. Christian alternately stared at Tucker’s tongue against his hard knuckles and the dark patch of curls on her mound. God, to feel those rubbing against his body as he fucked her deep, then shallow, then deep.

She flicked her fingers, drawing his attention to her face once more. “Come here, Christian. I want to taste you.”

“Holy…”
Fuck.
Hell, yes.

Tucker fell back onto a stack of pillows, his erection lying against his carved abs, his gaze sharp.

A thread of trepidation wove through Christian. Touching his friend’s woman might cause more trouble than he was willing to take on. Would he willingly proclaim Tucker his lover? Absolutely. Was he willing to dive into Claire’s world, getting to know her quirky mind, what made her laugh and how her lips tasted? Abso-fucking-lutely. But crossing this boundary drew him up short.

He glanced at Tucker.

That shit-eating grin graced the corner of his mouth.
Green light
.

Shuffling forward, Christian brought his cock within inches of Claire’s face. She drew a deep breath, eyes closed. Savoring his personal aroma?

“Damn,” he whispered, almost a prayer.

“Take him in your mouth, Claire. He’s leaking for you.” Tucker’s voice hoarsened, a sure sign he was about to burst himself. During their jack-off sessions, Tucker often vocalized how much he loved watching streamers of come ooze from Christian’s cock.