Free Double In by Tonya Ramagos Page B

Porter had
started to do to her pussy had her clawing, quite literally, over the edge.
    Her moans grew louder, mixed with the slurping sounds
drifting from between her legs and she started to gyrate, grinding her shapely
ass between his body and Porter’s face. His cock was hard as stone and the
friction of the small of her back against his shaft nearly made him blow his
wad in his jeans.
    She blew instead. Her body convulsed in his arms and she
made the sexiest cry he’d heard from her yet as she exploded.
    Reid slowly eased his hands from her breasts, flattened them
on her abdomen, and hugged her tightly until her trembles subsided. Porter
slowly got to his feet, his hands framing her front, and met Reid’s gaze. His
brother’s mouth glittered with the remnants of Marsha’s orgasm and a blade of
jealousy sliced through Reid’s gut.
    “My turn.” No freaking way would he wait another second to
sample her body.
    Porter didn’t laugh, but it was there in his eyes. He nodded
and glanced toward the kitchen with the basement door inside that would lead
them to her apartment, to her bed.
    Reid swept her into his arms, breathing deeply when she
settled limply against his chest, and started for the other room. He made it
three steps before she snaked an arm around his neck, turned her head into him
and used her hold to gain enough leverage to reach his jawline with her tongue.
     
    Marsha didn’t know where the energy came from. She only knew
in the aftermath of that incredible orgasm she felt utterly spent and ready to
sleep. Three seconds in Reid’s arms, cuddled against him, breathing in his
musky scent, and she was ready to rock again.
    “Marsha, honey, I’m trying to carry you downstairs.”
    “Hard to do when you’ve stopped walking.” She grinned even
as she dragged the tip of her tongue along his jawline, loving the tickle of
his stubble to her sensitive flesh.
    “Hard to walk when you’re doing that.”
    “Don’t drop me.” She nosed her way to his ear and traced the
lobe with her tongue as she’d done to his jaw. Her smile widened at the guttural
growl that rumbled from his throat. “Problems?” She eased back, stilling when
he turned his head away from her. The light behind the bar landed on four
distinct red marks spanning from the side of his neck to the back. She touched
them lightly and he winced a little. “I hurt you.”
    He looked at her, his gaze steady and penetrating. “It felt
good.”
    “Ahh, I wouldn’t have pegged you for one who liked it
rough.” She’d expected Porter to, had gotten the vibe from him almost
immediately that he liked being in control.
    “I like to know my woman is being pleasured.”
    “Trust me, she was.” Marsha closed her teeth over his
jawbone and nipped. He swore under his breath and she couldn’t help but giggle.
    “You’re a vixen,” he said through clenched teeth.
    “Sounds to me as if you better figure out what to do with
her fast, my brother, before she has her wicked way with you right here.”
Porter’s voice rang with amusement.
    Marsha turned her head, finding him almost close enough to
touch. Her gaze landed on his mouth, his lips glistening with moisture, her moisture, and then her attention leapt to his eyes. She wiggled her brows
playfully. He chuckled and shook his head.
    The sound of a chair scraping the floor cut through the
quiet atmosphere of the bar. Startled, Marsha sucked in a quick breath, not
from the sound but from the chill of the wood to her heated flesh as Reid set
her on top of the nearest table.
    “This is not where I’d planned to do this,” he grumbled even
as he moved back a half step. He reached behind his neck, gathered his shirt in
his fists, and tugged it over his head.
    “I don’t care where you do this as long as you do that.”
Marsha let herself drink him in like a hot, refreshing shot of Southern
Comfort. She slid her gaze down his lean torso, following the trail of springy
curls that disappeared into