Page 200 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
She rolled her head on the back of the sofa, her toes curling as the heat in her core turned to a tsunami of constricting tension.
“I’m going to…” she panted, fisting her hand in Marc’s hair, dragging the nails of her other hand over Keith’s back. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come…!”
Her orgasm crashed over her, robbing her of further words.
She writhed on the sofa, both men worshipping her body as her release detonated.
When she didn’t think she could take any more, when the pleasure threatened to undo her, Marc withdrew his mouth from her pussy, trailing a string of tiny kisses up her belly, over her rib cage, her breast. He suckled the nipple not in Keith’s mouth, a sharp, fierce pressure that made her sex clamp, and then lifted his head, smiling at her. “I love the noises you make when you come, love.”
A breathless laugh slipped past her lips. “I don’t make noises.”
Keith removed his mouth on her nipple with a pop. “Bullshit.” It was only then Harper realized his hat was nowhere to be seen. “You make noises I’ve never heard another living soul make.” He moved on the sofa, wrapping his fingers around her wrist to place her hand on the massive bulge of his crotch. “It turns me on. See?”
She nodded, her mouth dry. She knew they weren’t finished. It was always the way between them. Since the very first time by the billabong a lifetime ago. They made her come over and over, with their hands and lips and tongues, before finally allowing their own release.
“I want to hear those noises again, Blue.” Marc grinned up at Keith from between her legs. “You up to it?”
Keith’s nostrils flared. “Bloody oath.”
Her sex still pulsing from her fading orgasm, Harper squirmed upright on the sofa. “I think it’s my turn to be the boss.”
Keith cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, and what does the boss want us poor hired hands to do?”
For a split second the words wouldn’t come. She stared at them, her pounding heart not just in her throat but in her ears, her belly, her core.
Tell them. Show them how much you trust them. How much you love them.
Her breath caught.
Love?
She looked at them, her lips tingling.
They didn’t say a word or push her.
Just waited.
Realization hit her. Shedidlove them. Of that, she had no doubt.
“I want you both inside me,” she said, the truth making her voice a husky whisper. “I want Marc to fuck my ass while you fuck my pussy.”
Both men sucked in a sharp breath. They’d never suggested double penetration. They’d always taken turns being inside her. Sometimes she’d given one of them head while the other filled her, but never had they otherwise penetrated her at the same time. She was an anal virgin. They knew that. She’d confessed it, her cheeks aflame, two days ago.
Marc had laughed. Had said, “That’s okay, love,” brushing a knuckle over her cheek. “So are Blue and I.”
Now, watching them gaze at her, she knew how shaken they were by her request. How powerful it was.
“Are you sure?” Keith asked.
“Don’t do something you’d rather not,” Marc said, “just because you think it’s what we want.”
She let her lips curl into a slow smile. “Well, if you Aussie cowboys don’t think you can?—”
Keith lifted her off the sofa before she could finish. She clung to him as he strode to the bedroom.
“Get the lube and condoms from Amy’s bathroom, Thomo,” he threw over his shoulder as he tossed her onto the bed.
“Righto, mate.” Marc hurried from the room, but not before Harper saw his erection straining against the fly of his jeans.
