Forbidden Pleasure (42 page)

"That threat will not always work." She shook her finger at him reprovingly. "Now be good. All of you. These shenanigans of yours are too hard on my composure. Not to mention my phone." She sighed expressively. "The phone was still ringing when I left this morning. You and that young friend of yours are going to be very popular for a while.

The young ladies are scandalized and curious. It does not bode well for keeping them in line, I'll have you know."

"No, ma' am," he agreed, hiding his smile now.

"Come see me soon." Victoria reached up and patted his cheek in such a motherly gesture that it brought tears to Keiley's eyes. "I've missed our chats, you know."

"Soon," Mac promised as she drew away from him, following her son to the doorway as she looked back affectionately.

"Very soon," she reminded him. "All of you. Very soon."

As the door closed behind them, Keiley sighed in satisfaction. As Mac and Jethro returned to the doorway, she smiled in sensual anticipation. Both men were loosening their belts with the same anticipation with which she was toeing off her sandals and pushing her capris from her hips.

In seconds, they were naked. Within minutes they were sweat-dampened, and not long after Keiley was between the two men she loved with all her soul.

She screamed with pleasure as she felt Jethro press firmly into her rear, tightening her pussy on Mac's furiously throbbing erection as her lips ate at him. Her tongue licked over his, her teeth nipped at his lips and were nipped in turn.

Behind her, Jethro's lips attacked her neck and shoulders, kissing, licking, nipping in turn. Together they were devouring her body as her body devoured them in turn.

"Mac," she moaned in rising pleasure as they began to move, thrusting, invading, penetrating her body and her soul.

Her back arched as she stared down at her husband, seeing the love gleaming in the gray depths, and the peace settling inside him.

"I love you," she whimpered, delirious with the pleasure now. "I love you both. I love you so much."

"God, Keiley." Mac's hands were tight on her hips as he held them still, his hips jerking harder, driving deeper inside her. "You're my soul."

"My life," Jethro groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders, pressing her to Mac's chest as the pleasure/pain of his possession mixed with the burning ecstasy of Mac's and created an inferno that swept her higher than ever, threw her into the star-studded expanse of an orgasm that left her shuddering, and an emotional kaleidoscope of joy that left her dazed.

This was the dream she thought she would never have. A forbidden pleasure she never expected to be able to hold forever. But she was holding it. Or they were holding her, filling her with their release, their harsh voices filled with love as they whispered their love.

Forbidden pleasure. And all hers. Forever.