Forbidden Pleasure (10 page)

"It would have been nice," she pointed out a shade sarcastically. "Excuse me here, Mac, but I don't think it's exactly common practice for most friends to show up on the doorstep expecting to share a couple's bed. I believe that is highly unusual. Not in the least standard matrimonial fare there."

His eyes gleamed with laughter, and she didn't appreciate it in the least. But they were also filled with banked hunger. Moving over her face, her breasts, her thighs, with carnal intent.

"Go entertain your company," she snapped. "I have work to do."

She turned to look for the dress, only to screech in surprise when she found herself sitting atop the washing machine instead and her husband wedged firmly between her thighs.

He didn't give her a chance to protest. His lips were on hers, his hands were beneath the shirt, palms cupping her breasts, fingers rasping over her nipples as she cried out in pleasure.

It was depraved. Jethro was most likely still in the kitchen. One hard moan and he would know what the hell was going on. And Keiley wasn't exactly a quiet lover. She never had been. Keeping quiet while in Mac's arms was impossible.

"You knew what was coming," he growled as his lips left hers to follow a broken path down her neck. "You've sensed it since the beginning, Keiley. Admit it."

She shook her head rashly. "No—"

"Don't lie to me." Then he did something she couldn't have expected to enjoy.

Something he had never done before. His teeth caught her nipple, nipped the tender peak, sending pleasure exploding in her womb with enough force to steal her breath.

It was a sharp little nip. Bordering on painful. An agonizing pleasure that had her yelping in surprise.

"I've tried to hold back." He licked the tender peak. "I've tried to be the husband I thought you wanted." His head lifted, his eyes nearly black with hunger. "I've tried, Keiley. And it hasn't worked. Now you have the man I am. It's up to you to decide if you can live with him."

"Do you think you can frighten me into giving you what you want?" She pushed against his shoulders. Not that he moved, but his eyes narrowed and his gaze became sharper. "Not likely, Mac. Don't try threatening me—"

"You think that's what I'm doing?" he growled in return. "I don't have to threaten, Keiley. I'm giving you fair warning. Because I know you. I know you. And by God, I know the needs I have aren't too damned far off the mark from yours. Deny it. Deny the fact that if Jethro were in here watching right now you wouldn't be hotter than hell. Go ahead. Lie to me."

Lie to him. She had never lied to him.

"Some things should remain fantasy," she whispered desperately. "I don't want to lose you, Mac. I don't want to lose what we have."

He pulled her t-shirt down slowly.

"You'll never lose me. But think about this, Keiley. You've never had all of me, either."

"Because I haven't let another man fuck me?" she exclaimed, confusion and wariness blooming into fear. "Let me jump right out and take care of that. Why should I wait for you to pick someone for me? I'm highly capable of doing it for myself."

Confidence. Dominance. Self-awareness. They glittered in his eyes and tightened his expression.

"This has nothing to do with fucking another man. It has to do with accepting the pleasure I have to give you. I'm not hiding it anymore. Accept or reject it, however you want to. But don't start lying to yourself because you're scared. That I won't accept. And don't think you're going to spend the night on that damned computer working. You wanted to be fucked in the bed. Tonight that bed is going to see some action, sweetheart."

Her eyes widened. "Excuse me? You think I'm going to let him—"

"Me," he snapped. "Me. You. All night, Keiley. Every night. You know the truth now; there's nothing left to hide. Now you get to see the man you married. Not the man I've been giving you. And I sure as hell don't need any help with that."

And he didn't need any help silencing the protest forming on her lips. Before she could stop him, his lips covered hers. Not roughly, but firmly. His tongue parted them, licked, stroked, forged into her

mouth and warred with her own as she felt the hunger surge through her brain.

This kiss. It was a demand. It wasn't a request.

She met it. Her tongue pressed against his, licked at his lips as he drew back; her teeth nipped, and a cry of pure pleasure left her throat as he took control once more.

He devoured her lips. This was no regular kiss. He was feeding from her hunger, his own growing, whipping around her, burning through her, until he reclaimed it from her lips, her tongue, and allowed it to burn into her once again.

She was in flames. She couldn't touch him enough. She had to get closer.

The sound of fabric tearing barely penetrated the haze of lust that seemed to enfold her. Mac's muttered groan only increased her need.

But she could touch his chest now. Her nails scoured down the muscular contours, sifting through the light sprinkling of hair before encountering the band of his jeans and the wide leather belt he wore.

"There you go, sweetheart," he muttered, tearing his lips from hers as she tugged desperately at his belt. "Take what you want."

What she needed. As though the dark hungers that were a part of Mac were suddenly filtering through her own head.

She couldn't touch him enough. She tore at his belt, releasing it, only to tug open the metal snaps of his jeans to reach inside and draw the thick, hard length of his cock from beneath the snug briefs he wore.

"Damn." His fractured groan only spurred her on.

He filled her hands. The hard length with its thick veins and silky flesh over iron hardness had her stomach clenching, her womb spasming with the need for release.

"Come here." Before she could protest, he lifted her from die washing machine only to set her to her feet before pressing her to her knees.

There was no request. He was always considerate when he asked her to go down on him. But this time, consideration had gone to hell. One hand was buried in her hair, the other gripped his cock, and within seconds Keiley found her mouth filled with the wide, damp head of his erection.

He tasted earthy, like a storm coming over the mountains. Wild and irresistible, strong and determined.

"Suck it, Kei," he ordered hoarsely. "Let me watch you take me, sugar."

Her eyes drifted open, widening fractionally at the hard, savage cast of his expression.

In the back of her mind she knew that Jethro could hear it all. There wasn't a sound coming from the kitchen. The only sounds in the house were those of her cries, muffled only by the slow, heavy thrust of Mac's cock into her mouth.

And she didn't care. She knew he could hear. Knew he was listening. Lusting. She was driven by the knowledge glittering in Mac's eyes and the hunger burning through her body.

The hand at the back of her head tightened, causing a slight, stinging burn to fill her scalp.

She loved it.

His hard flesh stretched her lips, filling her with a power and a hunger she couldn't control.

She exhilarated in it.

"Your mouth is so damned hot. So sweet and tight," he groaned, staring down at her as the gray shades of his eyes shifted and clashed together.

Her tongue flickered over the throbbing crest as he drew back, grimacing as she tightened her mouth on him.

Her hands slid over his tight abdomen as she began to suckle the broad head, moaning, fighting the dazed lust welling inside her as she tasted the pre-cum mat greeted her efforts.

"That's it, baby. Suck my dick. Show me how much you need me, Kei."

Needed him? She was dying for him. Aching. She could feel her swollen clit pounding for attention, the juices gushing from her vagina in such exquisite need that it was agony.

She needed to be touched. Just one touch.

"I can't touch you like this, can I, sugar?" He stared down at her with savage frustration. "How good would it be to have those pretty nipples caressed? Lips at your neck, your back? Hands between those pretty thighs?"

His hand tightened in her hair to hold her in place as she tried to draw back, tried to escape the promise in his voice.

But she couldn't stop the moan that fell from her lips. She could almost feel it. A phantom's touch over her breasts, between her thighs, the sharp aching need for those fingers between her thighs.

"I could give you that." His gaze darkened further. His fingers tightened in her hair, tugging further.

And it shouldn't have felt good. It shouldn't have sent flames shooting from her scalp to her clit with devastating results.

"I will give that to you, Keiley." His voice hardened, with determination, with approaching release. "All of it—all of it."

He was thrusting past her lips, short, fierce thrusts that stroked his cock over her lips as her tongue licked, stroked, spurring him on until with a shattered groan he exploded.

Keiley's hands clenched in the material of his jeans as his semen spurted into her mouth. Fierce jets of heated male warmth that only made her hungrier, only made her need more until he stilled, holding her still as he eased past her lips and stared down at her with blatant satisfaction.

She could barely breathe, her eyes clouded with her own arousal now as weakening sensuality burned through her veins.

"We're not finished," he informed her roughly, drawing her to her feet before fixing his jeans. "I think it's time we both went to bed. Now."

Keiley kept telling herself that she couldn't do this. Not that she could force the words past her lips. Each time she tried, her throat tightened and the heated moisture between her thighs reminded her that she wanted this more than anything.

It was when Mac drew her through the kitchen, beneath the watchful eyes of Jethro Riggs, that Keiley began to tremble.

His eyes were glittering with lust as he lounged back in the kitchen chair. His obviously aroused body tensed, his expression as savagely hungry as Mac's.

Then Mac stopped at the doorway, secured Keiley in his arms, and turned back to his friend.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Mac asked the other man as his hand slid beneath her shirt, his calloused fingers caressing her stomach.

The touch was devastating, especially beneath Jethro's gaze as he rose slowly from the table.

"Nothing planned." Jethro's voice was strained.

"We have the boat out at the lake," Mac informed him. "I'll take the day off tomorrow and we'll go out for a while."

Jethro stepped closer as Mac's fingers stilled, and she felt the tension thickening in the room.

"Mac," Keiley whispered, feeling Jethro's body heat from the distance that separated them.

She couldn't do this. Oh God, she needed to tell them she couldn't do this. But all she could do was watch as Jethro neared them, his eyes suddenly on hers, the brilliancy of the blue color sinking into her.

"She's scared, Mac," he said gently as he stepped to her, his hand reaching out, his fingers touching her cheek in a brief caress.

It felt like flames sinking into her flesh, burning her alive.

"I can't—" She jerked as Mac's hand moved, his fingers skimming over her flesh, lifting the t-shirt along her midriff as Jethro continued to stare down at her.

"Say no," Jethro whispered then. 'Just say no, and it all goes away, Keiley."

She shook her head roughly, feeling Mac's free hand caressing up her arm, her shoulder, until it wrapped over her collarbone and his palm cupped her cheek.

"Do you want it to go away, Kei?" He nipped at her earlobe as she shuddered in his grasp.

"It can go away very easily, sweetheart," Jethro whispered then. "It can go away, or it can turn to this."

She whimpered as his head lowered. He was going to kiss her. Sweet God, she was standing in her husband's grip. He was watching. Watching as another man bent to his, his lips parting, his lashes lowering sensually.

Mac's hand drifted lower to the button of her jeans, flicking it open as Jethro's lips touched hers. She stood still, panting for air, staring into his eyes as the kiss sent quaking shudders racing through her.

Jethro wasn't taking her kiss. His lips were asking for her kiss, but his gaze was demanding it.

The band of her jeans loosened.

"What did I say about touching?" Mac whispered at her ear then. "Every part of your body caressed at once?"

His hands slid from the loosened band up beneath her t-shirt to her swollen, sensitive breasts. But Jethro's hands were at her hips then, his fingers lowering the zipper of the low-rise jeans.

The band was too low, she thought inanely. Once the zipper had completely lowered—

Keiley whimpered as Jethro's tongue licked at her lips and his hands peeled back the edges of her jeans.

"No!"

Where she found the strength to tear away, she wasn't certain. The impulse slammed inside her as a wave of pleasure nearly took her to her knees and a millisecond later she was backing away from them, shaking her head, fighting to breathe.

"No," she snapped again, staring at Mac and seeing a stranger.

A stranger who stared at her with her husband's eyes. Eyes heavy with arousal, love, and regret.

"Good night, Jethro," Mac said as he began to walk toward her. "We'll see you in the morning."

The intent was there in his face. He was a conqueror. He was the ravisher. His expression assured her that it didn't matter whether Jethro joined them or not—tonight he would have his wife.

"You think you just can just give another man leave to touch me and then drag me to bed?" Keiley stared back at him in outrage. "Have you taken leave of your senses, Mac?"

Had she taken leave of hers? Because this new side of Mac was making her hotter than hell.

"Pretty much," he announced a second before he stepped to her, picked her up, and tossed her over his shoulder before leaving the room

Her last glimpse of Jethro was the wicked amusement glittering in his eyes a second before Mac headed up the stairs.

"You are so going to get your ass kicked," she snarled as she hung over his shoulder.