Free Primal Passion by Mari Carr

over and watched as Gunner
stroked his own cock, his eyes glued to the place where Price
entered her.
    Price had said they would share her. She
hadn’t fully understood what that meant until this moment. When
Gunner reached over to touch her clit, Deni knew she wouldn’t last
much longer.
    Price increased his speed, pumping harder as
Gunner stroked her. Deni closed her eyes, struggling not to fly
away. It was too much. Too good.
    Mercifully, Price gave her permission to let
go. “I’m not going to last much longer, Denise. Come with me.”
    It was all she needed to hear. Her back
arched as lightning struck. Price stiffened above her, a stream of
curse words flowing from his lips. “Jesus Christ. So fucking good.
Shit. Shit, Denise.”
    Mere seconds passed before Price pulled out
and collapsed next to her and Gunner returned to take his place.
The head of his cock nudged her and then he stopped.
    Deni opened her eyes as Gunner leaned over
her.
    “Sore?”
    She was touched by his concern. And while she
was definitely feeling twinges of pain in unique places, she would
never tell Gunner. She didn’t want this moment to end.
    She shook her head. “No.”
    “Liar,” he whispered.
    She grinned, cupping his handsome face.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
    He slid in slowly, his path eased by her
arousal and Price’s come. He moved slowly, giving her time to
recover, to regroup.
    Gunner moved slowly, his face reflective of
someone savoring the moment. Deni smiled, tears forming in her
eyes. She didn’t realize how powerful this experience would be. How
perfect.
    Price leaned closer, tugging on her jaw so
she faced him. “Crying?”
    Gunner stopped moving, but she shook her
head, tried to pull him closer with her legs around his waist.
“Happy.”
    Gunner chuckled and began thrusting deeper,
faster.
    Deni tried to catch her breath as the
telltale tingles started in her pussy. Again? She didn’t think it
was possible. Physical exhaustion was claiming her and yet her body
wanted more. Would it always be this way with them?
    Price gave her a long, slow, extremely
thorough kiss as his hand gently caressed her breast. Gunner’s
motions became harder, less graceful. He was getting close. So was
she.
    Price rubbed her clit—the clever bastard had
found her self-destruct button—and she broke away from his kiss,
struggling to suck in air as her body gave way to another
orgasm.
    Gunner came with her. Dropping to his elbows,
he caged her beneath him, his lips and tongue traveling over her
sensitive skin in a way that felt almost reverent.
    He withdrew slowly and she couldn’t restrain
the shivers his departure produced. Every part of her body was on
system overload.
    Gunner twisted her as he claimed the other
side of the bed, shifting her so that he could spoon her from
behind. Price lay facing her. He dragged one of her legs over his
and nuzzled closer. None of them bothered to pull up the sheet or
blanket. There was enough heat between the three of them that such
things weren’t necessary.
    Gunner placed a sleepy kiss on her shoulder
and then she listened as his breathing turned deep, heavy. Price
cupped her face, simply staring at her.
    “I wasn’t happy when I got that letter,” he
confessed.
    She smiled. “I know. I don’t blame you. I had
pencils in my hair.”
    “I was wrong.”
    It was three very simple words. Taken apart
they would mean little. Spoken now, together, by Price… Deni wasn’t
sure she’d ever heard anything more beautiful.
    A lump formed in her throat, making it
impossible for her to reply. What the hell could she say? He and
Gunner had taken her from her safe, boring world and shown her
Heaven. Thank you seemed insignificant, almost trivial.
    As always, she waited too long, forgot to
speak out loud.
    Price grinned. “Go to sleep, Denise.”
    “Good night,” she whispered, closing her
eyes. Usually her mind raced a mile a minute each night as she lay
down. She’d spend at least an hour playing