Page 170 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

Did her eyes look the same?

“I’m suggesting we show Harper hownotgay we are,” Marc answered, his hands smoothing down her back to cup her ass beneath the water. His rigid cock pressed with more insistence against her belly. “At the same time.”

A gasp escaped Harper. She snapped her stare to his face, blood roaring in her ears.

“What do you think, Harper?” He lowered his head to hers. “Game?”

Prickling heat razed Harper’s flesh. Her lips tingled. Her breath caught in her throat. Her fantasy. Marc had just suggested her very fantasy.

The dreams she’d spent the last two nights fixated on. The one she’d evolved from a titillating notion after Keith’s kiss to a fleshed-out, vivid, detailed erotic movie replaying over and over in her mind.

So why wasn’t she saying yes?

Because she’d played everything in her life safe? Because she’d sheltered herself from anything thatwasn’tsafe?

No. Because fantasy wasn’t reality, and her reality was a life living scared.

This is why you came to Australia, Harper. To shatter those fears once and for all. To experience the opposite of your life back home. To prove you’re no longer that little girl Andrew had to save from?—

“Marc.”

It was Keith’s voice, threaded with uncertainty, that spurred her into action. She twisted in Marc’s arms, pressing her back to his chest, rubbing her ass against his hard cock as she slid her stare to Keith.

“I’m game, Keith.” She looked at him through lowered lids, raising her arms up behind her head to tangle her fingers in Marc’s damp hair. “Are you?”

He moved, a wake rolling away from his waist as he killed the distance between them. His hands cupped her face before his body pressed close, his thumbs resting on her cheeks as his lips claimed hers.

She moaned into the kiss, her nipples pinching tight. Behind her, Marc’s cock nestled in the crevice of her ass, his hands skimming over her belly, up her rib cage to her breasts.

Harper whimpered, her pussy constricting. The feel of being pressed between the two men was intoxicating. There was no definition for her mind to comprehend. Pleasure surrounded her. Hard, sculpted pleasure.

Her fantasy hadn’t even come close.

Keith’s erection tickled the curve of her mons, his thighs brushing hers in the water. His tongue swept into her mouth, a gentle exploration that belied the urgent want she felt in his cock.

Marc’s fingers played with her nipples, pinching, flicking, twisting. His lips traveled her throat, his teeth nipping her flushed skin. She groaned with each bite, rolling her hips between them.

God help her, she’d never felt so…so…

Keith’s lips left hers, dragging down her throat, over her collarbone. He skimmed the tip of his tongue into the shallow dip at the base of her neck, lowering deeper into the water as he worked his way down her body.

Without a word, Marc scooped up her breasts, holding them in his palms as if offering them to his best friend. Keith took one nipple into his mouth, sucking fast.

Harper bucked in Marc’s arms, her cry loud in the quiet afternoon. “Christ, yes!”

Marc sucked on her neck, brushing his thumb over her other nipple as Keith continued to feast on her breast.

Ribbons of pleasure unfurled through the pit of her belly. Tingles of heat shot to every limb. Radiating from her breasts down to her very core. She squirmed, her pussy prickling with sudden heat. Her clit ached. She tried to push her thighs together but Keith’s hands stopped her.

He flattened his palms to her upper thighs, his thumbs tracing circles over her flesh. His tongue and teeth and mouth tormented her nipple, the suckling pressure growing fiercer. Behind her, Marc kneaded her breasts, his mouth exploring the side of her neck, her jaw. His tongue swiped into the shell of her ear before he captured her lobe with his teeth.

She hissed at the shard of pleasurable pain the bite awoke, bucking her hips forward.

Keith took advantage of her shift, his thumb grazing the seam of her sex.

“Oh,” she panted, rolling her head. The sun beat against her closed eyelids. The water lapped against her skin. Her senses were in overdrive, her body more aware of every caress, every touch, than she could fathom.

When Keith dipped his thumb into her pussy, she gasped.