Page 180 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

“Close,” Keith panted behind her. “So close.”

A grin tugged at the corner of Marc’s lips. “Then it’s time to come, baby.”

He punched into her. Just as Keith raked one hand down to the curve of her sex. He rolled his fingertip on her clit and liquid heat ruptured inside her.

She came. And as she did, so did Marc, his hips bucking without rhythm, his cry a strangled groan in his throat.

She came and, just when she thought her leg would collapse, when her body could no longer survive under such exquisite pleasure, Keith came as well, his cock erupting in her hand, his seed splashing against the small of her back.

He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t have to. His release shuddered through him, quaking through his body, trembling through hers. Demonstrating its fierce power.

When he slumped against her, she knew he was spent.

“That was all right, ’eh?”

She burst out laughing at Marc’s breathless statement, and then let out a little whimper as he slowly lowered her leg to the ground and withdrew from her sex.

“All right doesn’t begin to describe it,” she answered, releasing Keith’s cock.

He stepped away from her without a word, and for a surreal moment she missed the feel of his chest pressed to her back so much it ached.

Marc moved away from her. “How ’bout bloody brilliant then?”

She watched him dispose of the condom, scoop up his jeans from the floor and shove his legs into them. It dawned on her neither Keith nor Marc wore underwear. For some reason, she liked that. “Bloody brilliant comes a little closer.”

“Love the way you saybloodyin that accent of yours.” He snared his hat from beside his boots and placed it on his head. “So damn sexy.”

She blushed. “My accent isn’t sexy. Yours though…oh boy.”

Before he could respond, Keith was beside her, a warm washcloth in his hand. He cleaned her fingers of his seed, his fly once more zipped closed, his hat—Harper couldn’t help but notice—back on his head.

She smiled, despite the fact she was now the only one naked in the room. Who would have thought she’d ever feel comfortable standing naked before two men? She’d rarely let her ex-boyfriend see her naked, always more comfortable under the sheets with the lights dimmed.

Looking at them both, her heart slowly returning to its normal pace, it dawned on her the sun no longer shone through the curtain. When had it gotten so late?

When you were doing the opposite of everything you ever knew. Isn’t it amazing?

She turned on her heel and made her way to the small kitchen, uncaring of her naked state. One of the perks of being scared of shadows—she spent a lot of time working out. The gym near her school was the closest thing she had to a regular social event. All that time in step classes made for a great butt. “Would you like coffee?” she asked, giving her great butt a little wiggle.

“Can’t, darl’.”

It was Keith who answered.

She turned, fighting to keep the disappointment from her face. Amazing ménage sex didn’t automatically mean coffee and chatting after. She had to remember that.

Take the sex and squelch any idea of this being the beginning of something impossible, Harper Kirsten Shaw. You’re only here for fourteen days and three of those days have already passed.

“We’re not fucking and fleeing, love.” Marc approached, brushed his lips over her shoulder, his hands skimming her body in a feathery caress. “We’ve got to report in to Hunter about the back paddock mob before he calls it a night. We were rounding them up today, readying them for drenching.”

She frowned, even as her pulse thumped a little faster in her throat. Not fleeing. “Drenching?”

Keith crossed to her, removed his hat, dropped the gentlest kiss on her lips she’d ever experienced and then replaced the hat. “We’ll give you a lesson in being a jillaroo later. Now we gotta get you to the main house for dinner and then see Hunter before the boss kicks our butts.”

He cupped her face, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. “Dream of us tonight, okay?”

She nodded. There was nothing else for it. Not when he asked with such open, honest desire in his eyes.

He winked. “Bloody brilliant. Now hurry up and get dressed before we decide Hunter can bloody well wait.”

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