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She swallowed, the urge to tell him Huntercouldgoddamn wait almost overwhelming her. “If I must,” she said instead, her chest tight.
Marc dropped his own kiss on her lips as he squeezed her ass. “But tomorrow, after school has finished, the very notion of wearing clothes can go to hell.”
They left her to dress, their gazes raking over her body with open hunger one last time before they turned away.
Which made putting clothes on all the more difficult for Harper, because with every caress of material on her flesh, she imagined it was their touch. Which made her horny all over again.
How was she going to survive dinner at the main house without going crazy?
Or the hours until she saw them again?
Chapter6
The sound of Gotye singingSomebody That I Used to Knowdragged Harper from the best dream of her life. A dream about two sexy Australian cowboys pleasuring her until she could no longer stand. She blinked in the semidarkness of the room, her heart racing, her blood roaring in her ears.
And realized she wasn’t alone in her bed.
Not your bed, Harper. Not your room.
The befuddled thought scraped at her subconscious a second before a distinctly male voice with a distinctly Australian accent said, “Are you going to get that, love?”
Harper sat upright, squinting at the shadows surrounding her.
Amy’s room. Amy’s bed. And Marc. And Keith…
She let out a hitching breath, reality washing over her.
She was in bed with Keith and Marc. They’d slept together. Actuallyslepttogether. After a night of the most incredible sex, they’d collapsed into bed and fallen asleep.
Is that surprising? After all, the three of you have done little but fuck for the last few nights.
“I’m all for ignoring the phone at this time of the morning, darl’.” Keith’s mutter drifted up from her left, his hand smoothing over her belly to cup her hip. “But do I have to listen to bloody Gotye constantly?”
“Tell them to bugger off,” Marc grumbled, his hand skimming up the length of her thigh until his fingertips brushed the folds of her pussy.
The song died mid-chorus and Harper let out a shaky breath. Whoever was calling her cell would have to deal with her voicemail now.
“Good.” Keith’s hand slipped down to the curve of her sex, so close to Marc’s fingers at her seam, her belly knotted with wanton anticipation. “Now we can?—”
Harper’s cell phone dinged, loud enough to make both men flinch.
“Bloody hell.” Keith let out a harsh breath. “Can’t a bloke make love to a woman in peace?”
“Blokes.” Marc’s fingers stroked at her entry, parting the soft flesh there. “Plural, Blue. Plural.”
Her phone dinged again. And again.
Harper’s pulse quickened. Someone was trying to get her attention. And the only someone she knew who was that damn insistent was her brother.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, leaning over Keith to reach for her cell on the nightstand. “I’ve got to get this.”
The cowboy took advantage of her position, capturing her nipple as her breast brushed his face.
She hissed, instant pleasure sinking into the pit of her belly at the sucking pressure of his mouth.
Her fingers fumbled with her cell, forcing her to stretch farther forward. Keith continued to suckle, his deep moan of appreciation vibrating through her just as Marc’s lips found the small of her back.
“O-oh God, you guys,” she stammered, her body reacting to their wicked ministrations even as she snared her phone in a desperate grip. “You really know how to…”
