He pushed the truck into gear, pulled back onto the road, and headed home.
Dark was falling, casting the mountains in shadows and the interior of the truck into an intimate oasis of darkness. As Mac drove, his free hand moved along Keiley’s thigh, inching higher, beneath her dress, until his fingers brushed another hand searching for the same secrets he was intent upon.
“Hell!”
Keiley’s laughter filled his head before it turned to a gasp, the sound assuring him that Jethro had found paradise first.
Desperate, he clamped both hands on the steering wheel and glared at the road ahead.
He couldn’t watch, but he could listen. He could feel her leaning against him as Jethro turned her, arranging her legs until one foot rested in the floor and the other on the seat behind his back.
Keiley was arching, her strangled moans destroying him as he lifted his arm, allowing her head to fall against his chest, giving him a clear view down her body.
“Fuck you, Jethro,” he bit out.
Jethro’s fingers pumped inside her in a long, powerful stroke that had her crying out. The dress lay around her waist, her panties were pulled aside, and the sight of her juices gleaming on Jethro’s fingers as he pulled back nearly had Mac coming in his jeans.
“She’s so tight.” Jethro’s voice was reverent, filled with hunger. “I’m just using two fingers, Mac.”
He knew exactly how tight she was, how hot and sweet. How her pu**y gripped around his fingers or his c**k and squeezed until pleasure became rapture. He knew how wet she got, how the silken heat became slicker, creamier as her arousal was pushed higher.
“Mac,” she moaned his name as she shifted against his chest, her arms twining around his neck as he held her against him with one arm and drove with the other.
“Hot, baby?” he groaned.
“Wicked hot,” she purred against his neck, her tongue peeking out to lick over his skin like a living flame.
“Oh God!” She tightened in his arms.
“What’s he doing, Keiley?” He had to blink the sweat from his eyes to concentrate on the road. “Tell me what he’s doing to you, sweetheart.”
She jerked, whimpered.
“Tell me, Kei.” He was dying. He had to know, needed to know.
“Oh God, his fingers, Mac.”
“Are they in your pu**y, darlin’? Stroking that softest flesh?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“And you’re clenching on him? Burning him because you need more?”
“Oh God, Mac, I need more,” she whimpered, her breathing jerky against his neck as her h*ps arched again and a cry slipped past her lips.
“Tell me, Kei,” he snarled. “Tell me what he’s doing.”
“I’m so full,” she cried out, her head falling back to his shoulder as she fought to breathe. “He’s in me everywhere, Mac. Everywhere.”
“Your sweet pu**y?”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Your tight little ass?” He was dying. He swore he was dying.
“Yes—” Her breathing hitched, a moan slipping free as he heard Jethro bite off a curse, felt the vibration of the next thrust inside her body as he finally realized how close to the farm they were.
Hell, he needed just a few more minutes. He lifted his foot from the gas, easing the speed as the sounds of Jethro’s fingers sinking repeatedly into the liquid depths of Keiley’s pu**y nearly pushed him to the edge.