Page 178 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

“Promise.”

“Then make me come,” Harper whispered, the tension melting from her shoulders, her back. “Both of you.”

Keith’s heart slammed fast in his throat.

He smoothed his hands over her bare hips and drew her back to his body. Her skin was warm under his palms, her arse firm against his groin. His cock was close to erect again, his balls full. Christ, he wanted nothing more than to give the sweet, shy, brave woman in his arms orgasm after orgasm.

And to do it with his best mate.

He lowered his lips to the curve of her neck, nuzzling her soft skin. She moaned, raising her hands to fist his hair, fingers knocking the hat off his head. He skimmed his palms over the flat plane of her belly, tracing the shallow dip of her navel with his fingertip for a brief second before traveling over her rib cage.

“I’ve said this before, mate,” Marc said, his voice strained, “but watching you touch Harper is one of the horniest things I’ve ever seen.”

Keith raised his head, giving the younger man a slow smile as he brushed his fingers over Harper’s distended nipples. “I reckon I could think of something hornier.”

Marc cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Keith pressed his lips to Harper’s ear, nibbled once and then whispered, “Touch yourself, darl’. Make Thomo groan with lust.”

Her soft intake of breath pressed her breasts deeper into his cupping hands. Her nipples scraped the center of his palms. When she slowly lowered her hands, his heart thumped faster.

He didn’t need to see her fingers to know they’d found her sex. The raw groan tearing from Marc’s throat was evidence enough. As was the violent spasm making his erection twitch.

“Oh yeah.” Marc’s nostrils flared, his stare fixed on Harper’s pussy. “Again.”

Harper shifted slightly in Keith’s arms, a soft whimper slipping from her.

Marc’s cock twitched again. His jaw bunched. “Again.”

Harper’s shoulder rolled forward. “I’m so wet.”

Marc hissed, his eyes closing, his chest heaving.

It was too much for Keith. He slid one hand down, their fingers joining in her sex. She was right. Shewaswet. Her juices slicked her fingers as she penetrated her folds. He sank his middle finger into her sodden heat, joining her steady strokes within her walls.

She whimpered, rolling her hips into their combined thrusts.

“Tell Thomo to suck your tits,” Keith whispered against the side of her neck.

“Suck my tits, Marc,” Harper ordered.

Without a word, Marc dropped to his knees and took her left nipple in his mouth.

“Oh God…” A tremble shook through Harper. Keith could feel it deep within her core. Her pussy constricted on his thrusting finger, taking him deeper.

His balls rose, swollen with need. “Tell him to bite them.”

Another shudder racked Harper. “B-bite them, Marc,” she panted. “Please.”

Her sharp intake of breath told Keith his best mate had done as ordered. As did the clamping suction of Harper’s pussy on his finger.

“Again,” she begged, without prompting.

She whimpered, her sex squeezing tight once more.

“Now suck them,” she commanded, her fingers withdrawing from her moist heat to wrap around Keith’s wrist. She pushed his finger deeper inside her, rolling her hips as she controlled his thrust.

Marc’s moan scraped at Keith’s control. His friend was doing everything Harper told him to.