Page 169 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

The sounds of Marc’s strokes seemed distant. Another world away.

Harper’s lips curved. “I didn’t think I would get so turned-on being kissed by a gay cowboy.”

“Awhat?” Marc’s shout punched the tranquility of the billabong.

Keith blinked. “A what?”

Harper stared back, her eyes wide. “A gay cowboy. Oh God, I mean a gaystockman. I’m sorry.”

Keith’s breath caught in his throat. “Who said I was gay?”

This time, Harper blinked. “Ronnie McNamara. On the drive from the airport. He said you two have a contest to see who kisses the female visitors first and that you’re gay lovers. And Amy always talks about how close you two?—”

“Fucking Big Mac!” Marc’s shout made Harper flinch. Keith wasn’t surprised. The tone of his best mate’s voice was scary. He flung the jackaroo a quick look, watching him swim toward them both, strokes fast and powerful before he disappeared beneath the water.

“Don’t worry,” Harper said, her voice flustered, her eyes wider by the second. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Your secret’s safe with?—”

“We’re not gay, Harper,” Keith interrupted, keeping his own voice calm.

The water suddenly stirred beside Harper, Marc surfacing from beneath to tower over her. “Does thisfeellike we’re gay?” he asked, a heartbeat before he lowered his head and captured her lips.

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His lips were cool on hers. Harper registered that fact a microsecond before her brain imploded.

Marc Thompson’s kiss was nothing like Keith’s of two days ago. Marc kissed her with savage hunger straightaway. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, took possession of it with fierce demand.

She melted into him, unable to stop her arms as they wrapped his shoulders. Unable to stop her whimper as his hard body pressed to hers. Unable to stop her moan as his erection—thick and impossible to ignore—nudged her belly.

He snared the hair at the back of her neck with a tight fist, holding her head motionless as he worshiped her lips and tongue.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

Keith’s groan stroked Harper’s sanity, the raw desire in his voice making her already spinning head spin some more.

She dug her nails into Marc’s shoulder, knowing she should stop the kiss. At least until she could draw breath into her lungs.

But Marc’s lips controlled her. They were insistent, dominating. They made her knees tremble and her heart race. The cool water lapped around them, growing colder as her body grew warmer. Hotter.

God help her, she was on fire.

She’d felt the same way when Keith had kissed her. As if she were an ember ignited by concentrated pleasure. She’d been left reeling by that kiss. She’d fantasized about its simple passion. How was it possible to feel that same way now with a kiss nothing like it?

With a groan, she tore her lips free of Marc’s. “I…ah…you…”

He looked down at her face, his nostrils flaring even as a small grin played with the corners of his mouth. “We’re not gay, Harper. We’re not even bi.”

She sucked in a ragged breath. “I can see that now.”

He chuckled. “Good. Now you’ve been kissed by us both—and I’m getting the idea you liked it.”

She nodded, her pulse rapid.

His gaze flicked to Keith. “I’m going to suggest something, Blue.” His voice was rough. “Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Just never met the woman I wanted to do it with until now.”

“What’s that?”

Harper’s heart quickened at Keith’s low growl. She shot a look at him over her shoulder, her pussy contracting at the sight of him standing waist-deep a few feet away. His blue eyes were ablaze with desire.