Free Missionary Position (Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book 7) by Avery Gale Page A

her delectable little body.
    Peter watched her shoulders roll in and listened as her voice dropped as she spoke, all the while fighting the urge to slam his fist against the wall in frustration. Lara Emmons was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever met. She was a walking wet dream as well as being smart, funny, and sweet. Hell, if he and Fischer had designed their “perfect woman” you would have sworn they’d been describing Lara. His chief concern was the fact she hadn’t really lived her life yet—he worried that if they moved too quickly, someday she’d realize how much she’d missed and want to reclaim a part of her missed youth. He’d seen it happen in his circle of friends and the resulting heartache had sent more than one of his friends into drunken tailspins.
    Once they’d all dried off and moved into the bedroom, Peter pulled Lara into his arms and simply held her for several minutes. A part of him wanted to simply hold her close, but he knew there was a part of her that needed the reassurance that she was indeed desirable. He’d never met a woman yet who didn’t suffer at least occasionally from the fear she “wasn’t enough”. If he and his brother had their way, Lara would never be plagued by that question again. Rubbing his hand in small, soothing circles over her lower back, Peter was pleased when she relaxed into his embrace.
    He’d known from the beginning he would be playing catch-up in their relationship because she and Fischer already had a solid friendship. But he’d been pleasantly surprised at how quickly he and the little sub had bonded. He knew that her friendship with Tobi and Gracie probably played a large part in how easily she’d accepted the possibility of a ménage relationship. Seeing how happy her friends were in similar arrangements and knowing polyamorous marriages could work would have certainly helped calm any misgivings.
    When he saw Fischer finish turning down the bed and move into position, Peter led Lara to the edge of the bed so she faced his brother. Fischer’s eyes blazed with lust and Peter felt Lara’s entire body begin to vibrate against him. Leaning down, he spoke softly against her ear, “Look at how much he wants you, mi amõre . We both want you more than you’ll ever know. You are pure magic and it slays me that you don’t know it.” He pressed butterfly kisses from just below her ear skimming over her quickening pulse and following a line to the top of her shoulder. When he reached the tender spot where her neck and shoulder met, he opened his mouth and let his teeth graze the area they’d discovered was particularly responsive. He felt her shudder and wanted to smile. He looked up and gave Fischer a quick nod.
    “Come here, baby. I want you to ride me. I can’t wait to feel your hot little pussy wrapping my cock in your wet heat. You’re so tight, squeezing me like the softest glove in the world. There ya go, slide right on down so I’m—holy fucking mother of all things sacred, when your pussy ripples around me I think I’m going to lose my mind from the pleasure.” Peter tried to disconnect from his brother’s emotions because he felt his own control skating far too close to the edge and damn it, he’d like to at least get inside her pretty little ass before he came.
    Using the palm of his hand, he pressed gently between Lara’s shoulder blades, lowering her down onto Fischer’s chest. The surge of sensation he got from his brother was nothing short of pure bliss, as Fischer’s mind registered the feeling of her tightly puckered nipples pressing against his chest and the soft sound of Lara’s gasp as his chest hair raked over the sensitive nubs. Oh yeah, Fischer was struggling already and Peter knew he needed to get Lara’s pretty rosette prepped and get inside her or he wasn’t even going to get to ride in this rodeo.
    “Pet, I’m going to get you ready to take us both, but I need you to help me out, okay?” Lara moaned and