Misplaced Hands: 4 (Foreign Affairs) Read online

  Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red. “My brother would kill me if he knew.”

  “Is he a large bugger?”

  Harper’s smile grew, warm affection shining in her eyes. “Little taller than you. Andrew’s a professional adrenaline junkie. He’s ten years older than me and very protective. Overprotective, I have to say. But there’s a…” She petered out. “I do love him, even though he treats me like I’m still twelve.”

  Sensing a tension stealing over her, Marc smoothed his hand up her arm. “Then let’s hope I never meet him. ’Cause love, every time I look at you, I reckon it’s gonna be bloody obvious what I want to do to you. And overprotective big brothers are inclined to beat the shit out of blokes who want to fuck their little sisters five ways from Sunday.”

  Harper’s laugh was spontaneous and genuine, something that made Marc’s gut knot. He could fall for this woman without any trouble at all. She was bloody gorgeous. He could listen to her sexy-arse accent until the cows came home, her intelligence shone in her eyes and he felt completely relaxed, a state he rarely felt around anyone but Blue.

  It was daunting, feeling this way, given he hardly knew her. Especially when she was only going to be Down Under for a fortnight.

  Then make the most of it, dickhead. Don’t waste a single bloody minute.

  He wouldn’t. And he’d make sure Keith didn’t either. What the three of them had shared today was beyond his limited vocabulary. He was just a jackaroo, a boy from the bush who’d spent his life on Farpoint. The only words he could think of were phenomenal, unbelievable and fucking amazing.

  Twenty minutes later, during which he pointed out things he thought Harper may be interested in seeing—the mob of ’roos bounding over the plain, the dingo and her pups playing in the scrub, the red-belly black snake slithering on the side of the road—the ute pulled to a halt outside Amy’s cottage.

  “What are you guys doing after dinner tonight?”

  Marc vaulted out of the tray. “Can’t get enough of us, ’eh?”

  She grinned. “Ego, much?”

  He held out his hand to help her climb from the back. “Bloody oath, mate.”

  Harper’s feet had just touched the ground when Keith slammed the driver’s side door. “Thomo,” he said, walking toward them both, his eyes shadowed by the brim of his hat and the dappled light filtering through the overhanging gum trees. “Pick Harper up and carry her inside.”

  Marc’s pulse leapt into his throat. He swung to Harper, unable to deny the sudden tightening in his groin at Keith’s command. She stared at him, at Keith, back to him again.

  Her breath caught. “Keith,” she whispered.

  “It’s later, darl’.”

  Her nipples hardened at his low murmur. Marc could see them straining against the cotton of her shirt.

  “Pick her up, Thomo,” Keith ordered again without taking his stare from her face. “And take her inside. I can’t hold on much longer.”

  Marc moved. He turned to Harper and, with a wink, snared her wrist in one hand, tucked his shoulder to her belly and hauled her off her feet.

  She squealed, the sound rising above the warbles of the magpies nesting in the gum trees.

  Ten strides later, after a rather dramatic kick that swung the door to the cottage wide, Marc dropped Harper on the bed.

  Keith followed him into the room. The clink of metal told Marc his best mate had released his belt buckle. Harper’s swift intake of breath, the widening of her eyes, told him he’d lowered his fly.

  “I’m going to make you come again, darl’.” Keith moved into Marc’s line of sight, his attention focused on Harper. “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth until you can barely draw breath. And then—”

  Harper rose to her feet before he finished, traversing the minute distance between them. “Shut the fuck up, Blue,” she murmured.

  And as Marc watched, she smoothed her fingers around Keith’s engorged cock and slowly sank to her knees. “It’s my turn now.”

  Chapter Five

  Her mouth slid down his cock. All the way. Keith hissed in a sharp breath, his toes curling in his boots. Fuck a duck. Harper’s mouth was wrapped around his cock. Her tongue was lapping at his balls.

  He bit back a groan, a tingling fire igniting at the base of his spine. Hot pleasure surged through him. He snared a fistful of her hair, his anus contracting.

  She eased his pants down farther, just below his ass, and cupped his balls in a snug grip—then pressed a finger to his hole.

  “Fuck!” The word burst from him in a gasp. Keith felt raw and stripped of control.

  Harper moaned around his dick and tugged on his balls again.

  “Bloody hell, Blue.” Marc’s voice came from a foggy distance. “She’s got all of you in her mouth. Every bloody inch.”

  Eyes squeezed shut, Keith tightened his fist in the silken strands of Harper’s hair. “You don’t think I know that, mate?” he ground out, the fire in his spine radiating through him in wicked waves. “It feels so bloody…” He sucked in a sharp breath as Harper pressed her finger against his arsehole again. “Jesus, darl’, I’m going to come if you keep doing that!”

  She released his dick with a pop and grinned up at him. “What do you think I’m doing this for?”

  “That’s true, Blue,” Marc commented. “She’s not flossing down there, y’know.”

  Keith threw a scowl at his best friend. “Shut the fuck up and—”

  He didn’t finish, the words trapped in his throat as Harper sucked his cock back into her mouth.

  Marc groaned and Keith heard his friend’s belt buckle release. A part of his mind told him Marc was undressing, another part couldn’t focus on anything but the concentrated pleasure consuming him. He’d been so bloody hard all day. Hell, since Harper had arrived on Farpoint. By the time they’d left the billabong, he’d been in so much agony he’d almost passed out. It was only focusing on the road and his grip on the steering wheel that had saved him. That stopped him pulling the ute over, releasing his dick from his jeans and jerking off.

  He’d been determined to control himself. To build the anticipation. To wait until Harper had recovered from the events at the billabong before unleashing his desires. He was all about delayed gratification, but now, with Harper’s lips a tight seal around the root of his shaft, with her tongue laving his length, with her finger massaging his anus…fuck, delayed gratification could go take a flying jump.

  He was going to come any moment. His release was building, a molten pressure radiating through in his groin, every fiber of his being.

  “Christ, darl’,” he groaned, all too aware his voice shook. “That’s so good. So fucking good.”

  He lowered his gaze, saw Harper’s plump, glistening lips slide up and down his rigid cock—and he exploded.

  His seed surged through his length, pumping into Harper’s mouth, the back of her throat. She cupped his balls with her palm, pressing harder at his anus with one finger. Rhythm deserted him. He bucked, his groans turning to gibbering pants as she continued to suck, taking him deeper with every erratic thrust.

  “Fuck.” Marc’s hoarse moan flayed at Keith’s senses. “Watching you come, Blue…”

  Harper’s lips slipped from Keith’s cock, her fingers wrapping its spent length as she smiled up at him. “Making him come is just as amazing, Marc.”

  A wobbly chuckle fell from Keith. He released the fistful of her hair he’d been gripping and brushed the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “You did it very well.”

  She smiled. “Thank you. Is it embarrassing to admit that’s only the second time I’ve done it?”

  Heavy heat clamped around Keith’s chest. He checked his shock, shaking his head with a slow smile instead. “Not embarrassing at all, darl’.”

  Second time? Christ, how is that possible?

  Faint pink painted her cheeks. “My ex wasn’t into it.”

  “Then he’s a bloody dickhead,” Marc stated.

 
Harper turned toward him. “He was, a bit. Thankfully Andrew scared him off.”

  The sudden shard of jealousy that pierced Keith’s chest at the name “Andrew” caught him off guard. Who the hell was Andrew?

  As if sensing Keith’s disquiet, Marc gave him a wide grin. “Don’t worry, mate. Andrew is Harper’s big brother.” He flicked Harper a quick look. “Having said that, you did say he’s the overprotective type. Maybe Blue should worry?”

  Harper shook her head, rising to her feet, her fingers finally slipping from Keith’s cock. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation right now.”

  “What conversation?” Marc asked, and it was only then Keith realized his friend was naked from the waist down. When the hell had he stripped off his boots and jeans? “About your brother?”

  Harper nodded, shifting on her feet as Marc approached, her butt rubbing against Keith’s groin. If he hadn’t just shot his load into her mouth, he had no doubts whatsoever he’d be sporting a bloody impressive erection. Her butt was so firm, her flesh so soft and smooth.

  The faintest stirrings of tension pulled at his balls and Keith let out a ragged breath. Getting aroused so quickly was normally beyond him.

  Sharing a woman with Thomo isn’t the norm either, Munroe. Everything is new right now. Don’t bloody well complain.

  “So…” Marc’s voice drew his attention back to his friend. The jackaroo stood directly in front of Harper, hat still on his head, his gaze holding hers. “If your brother was to walk in right now, what would you say?”

  Harper’s laugh was low. “I’d tell him I was busy being a grown-up.”

  Marc took another step closer. Harper pulled a breath, arching her back and spreading her thighs a little to allow his hand to slip between her legs. Keith’s groin throbbed again. Watching Marc’s fingers disappear beneath her trousers was just as arousing as Harper’s shallow breaths.

  Keith slid his right hand up her rib cage, over her breast, his fingers loosely cupping its full swell through her shirt. “And what do grown-ups do, Ms. Shaw?” he murmured against her ear.

  Marc’s smile pulled at his lips. “Do they do this?”

  He leaned forward and kissed Harper.

  Keith held her motionless. The fact Harper ground her butt against his dick—still in recovery mode but growing heavier—told him she very much liked the idea of grown-ups kissing this way. That her nipple beaded beneath his palm reiterated the fact.

  Marc pressed his hips to hers, imprisoning her between them both as he kissed her. Keith nipped at her earlobe, watching Marc make love to her mouth with his teeth and tongue. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of it, the sight of his best friend pleasuring Harper. It not only turned him on—and yes, his dick was getting harder by the second—it made him feel completely content.

  Made him realize how much he loved the younger man. The concept of mateship was what Australia was built on and in this, sharing Harper with his best mate, Keith understood its importance more than ever.

  He trusted Marc more than any other living soul. He loved him as only a mate could. Being a part of this with him, living this with him, changed nothing…and everything.

  “Are you ready for Thomo to make love to you, darl’?” he whispered in Harper’s ear. “Because I think that’s what he’s about to do.”

  Harper ground her arse harder against Keith’s cock. She covered his hand on her breast with her own, helping him knead the heavy swell, even as she reached for Marc’s erection.

  “Holy fuck,” Marc burst out, breaking the kiss with a violent jolt. “That feels—”

  Whatever Harper did, it tore a groan from him. “Undress her, Blue,” he panted, his nostrils flaring as he jerked his stare to Keith. “And hurry the fuck up about it.”

  Without a word, Keith did just that.

  Harper let him, her breaths rapid.

  Marc watched, his massive cock a thick, venous pole jutting straight up.

  “C-condom?” Harper whispered, the end of the word lost to a gasp as Keith slid his tongue along the crevice of her butt cheeks.

  Marc reached into the top pocket of his shirt and withdrew a small foil square between two fingers. “Right here, love.”

  Harper’s shaky pants filled the room. “If…if I ask you both to stop?”

  Keith pressed his chest to her back. “We will. Promise. Without question or delay.”

  Marc nodded. “Bloody oath we will. Trust us.”

  “Stop.”

  Keith stepped away from her.

  So did Marc.

  “I…” Harper swung to look at Keith over her shoulder, her face etched in hesitancy. “I’m nervous.”

  Keith smiled. “You’re allowed to be.”

  “We can take it as slow as you like, love,” Marc said.

  Harper turned back to him. “Promise?”

  “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. She was wet. 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 promp
ting.

  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.

  “Harder. Suck them harder.” Harper pumped Keith’s hand, driving him in and out of her cunt. “Harder. That’s it. That’s it.”

  Hot blood surged into Keith’s cock. That she now controlled her pleasure made him giddy with lust. That she was taking charge of his and Marc’s possession of her body made him burn with need.

  There was nothing shy or uncertain about Harper now. She was giving herself over to passion, to pleasure, and taking them with her.

  Keith couldn’t imagine a more perfect sexual awakening.

  “So good,” she rasped, arching into his plundering hand. Her grip on his wrist grew firmer. Her sex grew wetter, tighter. “So good. Keep sucking, Marc. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”

  Her orgasm rocked through her, wild pulses that squeezed Keith’s finger. Her cream flowed, coating his knuckles. She jerked in his arms, her shoulders rammed to his chest, her hips bucking.

  “Oh God, oh…oh…yes…that’s…yes…”

  Marc stood and sheathed himself. “Get your hand out of the way, Blue,” he ordered, lifting Harper’s right leg to hook it over his elbow.

  Keith did just that and when Harper threw back her head, when her nails drove into his wrist, when her cry filled the air, he planted his feet firm and leaned into her back, supporting her as his best friend buried his cock deep within her sex.

  Harper’s second climax was already set to detonate in her core. Marc’s girth spread her pussy wide. A searing heat filled the folds of her sex, exquisite in its pain. She cried out, the hard wall of Keith’s chest keeping her stable.

  “So fucking tight,” Marc panted, his forehead pressed to her shoulder, his arm holding her leg off the floor. His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her wider with each penetration. She clung to him, taking him as deep as she could, leaning against Keith as she did so.