“You’ve fantasized about it,” he told her ruthlessly. “I saw it in your eyes at our wedding. I’ve seen it in your face each time you’ve asked about it. I’ve felt it more than once when you’ve gone wild beneath me.”
She shook her head in denial, whimpering because she couldn’t push the lie past her lips.
“And it made me hotter knowing. It made me want to devour every inch of your body. See you devoured. It made me want to give you everything you fantasized about.”
Determination stamped his features as he glanced behind her.
A second later she jerked in shock, a surprised cry falling from her lips as the heated warmth of a na**d male body pressed against her back.
“Easy,” Mac crooned as she began to tremble, staring up at him as her brain processed the presence of a thick, heavy erection at her back. “Here. Let Jethro hold you a minute, baby. Just a minute.”
His voice was gentle, but his expression was implacable, tight with arousal, firm with his demand as Jethro eased her from Mac’s hold.
Mac gripped her wrists, pulling them from around his head as Jethro eased her away from him.
Her hands gripped Jethro’s wrists, feeling the tough flesh, the sprinkling of hair on his arms beneath her palms, from his chest at her back.
She stared at Mac, watching as he began to pull his shirt off. Watched him until Jethro turned her in his arms and forced her to watch him instead.
Sapphire-blue eyes and hawkish features. Hunger tightened Jethro’s expression, and his eyes narrowed with erotic intensity.
“How did you fantasize, Keiley?” His head lowered, his lips raking down her neck as he moved her to the low cushioned stool that sat in front of the wide, thickly padded chair across from the couch.
She looked over her shoulder, searching for Mac, her breath catching as he shrugged his shirt from his broad shoulders. Muscles rippled from his powerful chest down to his hard abs.
“Look at me, baby,” Jethro growled, turning her head back to him, his lips caressing over hers. “Let me watch your eyes. Do you know they go from hazel to the prettiest green when you’re turned on?”
“Jethro.” She moaned his name as he nipped at her lips, the sharp little sting quickly licked away by the soothing warmth of his tongue.
His hands traveled over her back, her waist, then pushed beneath the loose pants to cup the cheeks of her rear. She could feel his calloused palms stroking her even as her lips opened to his kiss, just as she could feel Mac watching. His eyes on her, seeing her response to another man, the arching of her body, Jethro’s fingers stroking along the silk that parted her bu**ocks and covered the aching flesh between her thighs.
“Your pu**y’s hot,” he groaned roughly as he jerked his lips from hers. “So hot and wet, your panties are damp.”
His fingers were massaging over the folds, making her hotter, wetter. Keiley couldn’t keep herself from rubbing against him, from pressing her rear back to force his fingers more firmly against her. He rewarded her with a few brief caresses over her straining cl*t as his teeth raked down her neck.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Keiley uttered a broken cry as Mac’s hands lifted her from Jethro’s hold, easing her to the stool before pressing her back into the chair, the back cushion of the seat supporting her weight where he had set it at an incline. As he eased her back, Jethro whisked the pants from her hips, then over her thighs and legs, leaving her na**d but for the white lace thong.
She was laid out before them like a banquet, staring up at two dark, naked, fully aroused males.
“I feel like a damn virgin sacrifice.” Her voice trembled worse than it had the night Mac had taken her virginity.
“A tasty sacrifice,” Jethro whispered as he eased her legs apart, pulling her to the edge of the stool as Mac knelt beside the chair.
There was no time to protest, if indeed she had meant to protest. Mac’s lips covered hers as Jethro’s pressed damply against the lace between her things, sending riotous, violent pleasure singing through her body.
Her h*ps jerked, twisted against the ravaging lips between her thighs. The feel of Jethro consuming her through the lace of her panties was destructive. Mac’s lips on hers, his hands caressing her br**sts, tweaking her ni**les, was destroying her control. Sensation clashed into sensation as the pleasure became torturous. She was lost within the building, crashing waves of heat and erotic fervor as the world centered around the heated kisses flaming through her nerve endings.
“Mac.” She whimpered his name as his head lifted, his gaze narrowed on her face as her h*ps arched to Jethro’s mouth. “It’s too much.” Too much sensation. Too much pleasure.
“It’s not enough, Kei.” He lowered his head to her br**sts, his lips surrounding a nipple as his fingers plucked at its mate, sending clawing, desperate shards of pleasure to tear across her flesh. “It’s not nearly enough.”
Lower, Jethro’s lips were pulling at the lace, his hands holding her thighs apart, his tongue moving beneath the material to stroke flesh saturated with hunger and need.
Keiley writhed beneath the caresses, beneath the heat beginning to flame through her body. Erotic, forbidden, hands and mouths caressing and cajoling until her cries became hoarse pleas.
Calloused hands stripped her panties from her. A wicked, hungry mouth devoured the passion-soaked flesh as she felt broad fingers filling her. Lips suckled at her br**sts, and when her eyes opened, it was to see Mac watching her, pleasure and lust suffusing his expression.