“This sort of relationship is all about trust, Kei,” Jethro said then, moving closer, his blue eyes heavy-lidded. “There are no recriminations and there never will be. No guilt. No pressure. If you want to call a halt, then all you have to do is say the word.”
“And if I say the word?” she asked curiously.
“Then I back off.” He shrugged as he moved slowly around her, stopping as he stood at her back. “It’s that simple. And when you’re ready again, all you have to do is say so.”
She stared back at her husband. Jethro might back off, but she could see the flames burning in Mac’s eyes. She was finding that when it came to this particular hunger, he was resolute.
She could see the pleasure in his eyes as Jethro’s hands touched her shoulders. They were calloused, but not as roughly as Mac’s. Still, though, they rasped over her flesh as he smoothed them over her shoulders and down her arms to her elbows. There he pulled her arms back, forcing her to release the towel and to curl them around his neck instead.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Mac growled, watching. Watching as Jethro slowly pulled the towel from her body.
Keiley gasped as the cool air in the room and the heated sensation caused by Mac’s gaze on her suddenly tightened ni**les sent a wave of helpless pleasure racing through her.
Mac didn’t move from where he stood, but the lithe flex and rippled of muscle as he shed his sweatpants and revealed the steel-hard erection beneath them was too arousing. His fingers curled around the base, his biceps flexing as he tightened his hand on his cock.
“I want to watch you, Keiley. You and Jethro. I want to watch the pleasure suffuse your face, your body. I want to see what I’m always too dazed by pleasure to watch when I’m taking you.”
Her eyes widened as Jethro’s hands slid to her waist before flattening on her stomach. Her arms started to fall from his neck.
“Keep them there,” Jethro growled, his honeyed voice firm and resolute. “Don’t move your arms. Stay where he can see you.”
“Mac.” His name was a whispered protest.
Mac shook his head slowly, the midnight strands of hair caressing his shoulders as he watched her with lashes half lowered over his steel-gray eyes.
“Just feel, Kei,” he said. “Just let me watch. Let me see your pleasure. Do you know the high I get watching you come undone? Watching the pleasure mount and mount until you’re helpless beneath the rush of ecstasy?”
Keiley was shaking. She could feel the tremors racing through her body, helpless beneath the astounding wash of hunger that his words evoked.
How could anyone deny the look in his eyes? Possessiveness, it was there. Keiley had a feeling that once Jethro walked out of their lives, what they had now would never happen again. Burning hunger blazed in his expression. For whatever reason, he needed this. Like other men needed a kiss, needed the words of love, Mac needed this. It was affirmation of some sort to him. And it raised questions Keiley knew she would eventually have to ask.
And there was love. She could see his love for her glittering more fiercely now than ever before. There was no way she could doubt it. He might be allowing another man to touch her body, but at that moment she could feel Mac touching her soul.
“I want to watch him take you, Kei.”
A breathless moan slipped past her lips as Jethro’s hands smoothed higher, his palms cupping the undercurves of her too-sensitive, swollen br**sts. He lifted them as though in offering before his fingertips rubbed over the tips with heated precision.
Her knees weakened. Fire rocked through her veins. Then, just as quickly, she was being turned, lifted into Jethro’s arms, and laid carefully in the center of the bed.
She watched as Jethro stripped his pants from his body, his erection springing free, tipped with moisture and flushed with lust. Mac’s c**k was a bit thicker, Jethro’s was a bit longer. Both men were impressively endowed with the sexual expertise to use it effectively.
Narrowing her eyes and flickering her gaze between both men, Keiley arched on the bed, her hands sliding up her stomach and down again as the heated ache between her thighs began to increase.
“You could join us,” she whispered to her husband.
She wasn’t certain how she felt about this, having him merely watch as another man touched her, kissed her, possessed her. She couldn’t control her responses, couldn’t control the eroticism that rose inside her as she glimpsed the approval in Mac’s gaze.
“I want to watch,” he murmured. “I want to see you taken away by the pleasure. How you look when you hold nothing back.”
She licked her lips nervously. “I’ve only done that with you, Mac.”
“And I’m here,” he assured her, moving closer to the bed as Jethro came down beside her.
“It’s not the same.” She jerked as Jethro’s lips touched her shoulder, his tongue licking over the flesh and sending a spike of electric sensation racing through her.
She had only ever responded to Mac this way. Now, beneath his gaze, her body was responding to another man, the flares of sensation tearing through her, clawing across her nerve endings in violent hunger.
And his touch wasn’t like Mac’s. His lips were a little rougher, his tongue just as adventurous, but the texture of it rasping more than her husband’s.