Page 201 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
“Are you sure, darl’?”
She turned to Keith, her heart filling with warmth at his murmured question. “I am. There’s nothing I’ve ever been more sure of.”
He closed his eyes at her confession, his face etched with an emotion she couldn’t fathom. Not grief, but something…
“Fuck, Harper,” he groaned. “How are we ever going to let you go back to the States?”
“You don’t.”
His eyes opened, raw emotion shining in their blue depths. “Don’t saythatif you don’t mean it, darl’.”
She smiled. Just as Marc entered the room.
Harper burst out laughing.
Marc held out his arms. “What?I’mready. What have you two been doing?”
He stood in the doorway, naked except for his hat, his boots and an unwrapped condom balancing on the bulbous crown of his erection.
Keith snorted, turning back to Harper. “Are youreallysure, darl’?”
“Sure about what?” Marc crossed to the bed, a swagger in his step.
Harper grinned. “Tell you later.”
“Alrighty then.” Marc frowned at Keith. “Why the fuck are you still dressed?”
Keith scowled. “Shut the fuck up, Thomo.”
Harper had never been so happy, so…so…free. She felt free, as if finally throwing off a weight that had kept her imprisoned.
Repositioning herself on the bed, she tugged her dress over her head and tossed it aside.
“Struth, I’ll never get sick of looking at you, love.” Marc’s groaned proclamation made her happy. So goddamn happy.
It wasn’t until Keith joined her on the bed that she realized he’d removed his clothes. She touched the spider tattoo over his heart with the tips of her fingers. “One day you’re both going to tell me about these tattoos,” she said, studying the black spider with the bright-red mark on its ass. “But not now.” She returned her gaze to Keith’s face. “Now I just want you both inside me.”
He kissed her, pressing her to her back with gentle force. His hard, warm body covered hers and she scraped her nails up his back, over his shoulders. And then let out a squeal of delight as he flipped over, taking her with him.
“Fuck, that’s a gorgeous arse.”
Harper wriggled onto her elbows and knees above Keith, smiling at Marc over her shoulder. She should be nervous. What she was about to do…holy crap, she should be nervous. But she wasn’t. She was alive.
“It is,” Keith agreed. “And these are gorgeous tits.”
To prove his point, he captured her breasts with his hands as they brushed his face, closed his lips around one tight nipple and sucked. Hard.
She gasped. And then moaned as Marc’s warm lips found her slit. He licked her sex, slow, sensuous laps that left her panting.
For long moments both men worshipped her body. Keith’s mouth moved from one nipple to the other, his wicked suction sending searing fingers of pleasure to her core, while Marc’s tongue slipped in and out of her pussy, his thumbs parting her folds to grant him deeper access.
Harper moaned, the building heat within her tingling the base of her spine.
The orgasm claimed her before she could cry out, fast and powerful. She balled her fists in the duvet beside Keith’s head, biting her lip.
“Don’t hold back, darl’,” he ordered around her nipple. “Make all the noise you want. No one’s going to hear you.”
She threw back her head and cried out, her hips bucking, her belly clenching, her pussy contracting.
