Free Double In by Tonya Ramagos Page A

brother had assumed full
control now. He’d allowed her all the liberties he would give her.
    “Put your arm around my neck, Marsha.” Her hand on his nape
slid more securely around his neck, but her free hand continued on its path to
Porter’s head. “Both of them.”
    Her fingers touched the tips of Porter’s head and she froze.
Reid felt a breath shudder out of her, heard a quiet protesting moan, and
realized, though Porter didn’t pull away, he had stopped whatever he was doing
to Marsha’s pussy.
    “If you want him to continue, put both of your arms around
my neck.”
    She stretched blindly behind her, behind him, and snaked her
free hand behind his neck.
    “Attagirl.” Reid saw Porter glance at him from his prized
position between Marsha’s legs. He gave his brother an infinitesimal nod and
the other man averted his gaze, obviously fixing back on the treasure beneath
his tongue.
    Marsha made a sound that was part sigh, part moan, and
totally sexy. Reid knew he’d be hearing that sound reverberating in his memory
for many nights to come. She shifted against him. The back of one of Porter’s
hands touched his leg as his brother guided one of her feet to rest on his
shoulder.
    “Get comfortable, sweetheart.” He tightened his hold on her,
steadying her as Porter positioned her body for maximum exposure and
exploration. “Relax against me and concentrate on the pleasure.”
    She listened almost too well, and he suddenly became the
unmovable wall holding her upright, preventing her from slithering to the
floor. She moaned, louder and longer this time, and drew her bottom lip between
her teeth. Christ, the woman’s sex appeal was off the charts. He’d pictured her
this way too many times to count. Okay, not with Porter getting all the action
while he stood holding her. But he’d envisioned the expressions she would make,
the sounds he would hear as her body took control of her mind and she inched
her way to an orgasm.
    “Does it feel good, Marsha?” he whispered against the side
of her neck. “Do you like what Porter is doing to you?”
    “Yes, oh God, yes .” She hissed the words, crying out
and jerking at something Porter did to her pussy.
    Reid shifted, stabilizing her body differently against his
so he could get both hands on her again. He danced his fingers along the sides
of her breasts, slid his palms beneath them and lifted. Her nipples stood out
in perfect, rock-hard points that he wanted to wrap his lips around, wanted to
suck into his mouth. He settled for playing with them for now, gliding the pads
of his thumbs around the taut buds, flicking over the tips, and then catching
them between his thumbs and forefingers for a pressured squeeze.
    She bucked in his arms, writhed, made sounds he never
thought to hear from such a strongly in-control woman like her, and he knew she
was teetering on the edge.
    “It’s my turn next.” He licked his way across her shoulder
and up the side of her neck as he continued to play with her nipples, rolling
and tugging on them and delighting in the responses he received. He breathed in
deeply, taking in her scent and imagining he was in Porter’s position, that he
was thrusting his tongue inside her sweet heat and lapping her thick juices.
    “Yes.” One of her hands glided up the back of his head, her
fingers fisting in his hair.
    It felt so freaking good to have her hands on him, even that
little bit, and he knew he would be the one to allow her any liberties she
wanted to take. Hell, he would encourage her to take them.
    “Come for us, Marsha.” He nipped her earlobe, dragged his
tongue over the spot and delved the tip inside her ear. “I want to feel you
come apart in my arms.”
    She moaned, a low and throaty rumble of pure erotic
pleasure, and her grip on his hair tightened. The fingers of her other hand
gripped his nape firmly, her nails digging hard enough into his flesh to draw
blood, and the sensation ricocheted straight to his balls. Whatever