Page 177 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

Sharing a woman with Thomo isn’t the norm either, Munroe. Everything is new right now. Don’t bloody well complain.

“So…” Marc’s voice drew his attention back to his friend. The jackaroo stood directly in front of Harper, hat still on his head, his gaze holding hers. “If your brother was to walk in right now, what would you say?”

Harper’s laugh was low. “I’d tell him I was busy being a grown-up.”

Marc took another step closer. Harper pulled a breath, arching her back and spreading her thighs a little to allow his hand to slip between her legs. Keith’s groin throbbed again. Watching Marc’s fingers disappear beneath her trousers was just as arousing as Harper’s shallow breaths.

Keith slid his right hand up her rib cage, over her breast, his fingers loosely cupping its full swell through her shirt. “And what do grown-ups do, Ms. Shaw?” he murmured against her ear.

Marc’s smile pulled at his lips. “Do they do this?”

He leaned forward and kissed Harper.

Keith held her motionless. The fact Harper ground her butt against his dick—still in recovery mode but growing heavier—told him she very much liked the idea of grown-ups kissing this way. That her nipple beaded beneath his palm reiterated the fact.

Marc pressed his hips to hers, imprisoning her between them both as he kissed her. Keith nipped at her earlobe, watching Marc make love to her mouth with his teeth and tongue. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of it, the sight of his best friend pleasuring Harper. It not only turned him on—and yes, his dick was getting harder by the second—it made him feel completely content.

Made him realize how much he loved the younger man. The concept of mateship was what Australia was built on and in this, sharing Harper with his best mate, Keith understood its importance more than ever.

He trusted Marc more than any other living soul. He loved him as only a mate could. Being a part of this with him, living this with him, changed nothing…and everything.

“Are you ready for Thomo to make love to you, darl’?” he whispered in Harper’s ear. “Because I think that’s what he’s about to do.”

Harper ground her arse harder against Keith’s cock. She covered his hand on her breast with her own, helping him knead the heavy swell, even as she reached for Marc’s erection.

“Holy fuck,” Marc burst out, breaking the kiss with a violent jolt. “That feels?—”

Whatever Harper did, it tore a groan from him. “Undress her, Blue,” he panted, his nostrils flaring as he jerked his stare to Keith. “And hurry the fuck up about it.”

Without a word, Keith did just that.

Harper let him, her breaths rapid.

Marc watched, his massive cock a thick, venous pole jutting straight up.

“C-condom?” Harper whispered, the end of the word lost to a gasp as Keith slid his tongue along the crevice of her butt cheeks.

Marc reached into the top pocket of his shirt and withdrew a small foil square between two fingers. “Right here, love.”

Harper’s shaky pants filled the room. “If…if I ask you both to stop?”

Keith pressed his chest to her back. “We will. Promise. Without question or delay.”

Marc nodded. “Bloody oath we will. Trust us.”

“Stop.”

Keith stepped away from her.

So did Marc.

“I…” Harper swung to look at Keith over her shoulder, her face etched in hesitancy. “I’m nervous.”

Keith smiled. “You’re allowed to be.”

“We can take it as slow as you like, love,” Marc said.

Harper turned back to him. “Promise?”

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