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“Oh God, yes. ”

“Your tight little ass?” He was dying. He swore he was dying.

“Yes—” Her breathing hitched, a moan slipping free as he heard Jethro bite off a curse, felt the vibration of the next thrust inside her body as he finally realized how close to the farm they were.

Hell, he needed just a few more minutes. He lifted his foot from the gas, easing the speed as the sounds of Jethro’s fingers sinking repeatedly into the liquid depths of Keiley’s pussy nearly pushed him to the edge.

She was chanting his name. His, Jethro’s, begging, demanding. Then a low, drawn-out cry seared his senses as he made the turn onto the farm road and came to a stop.

His arms surrounded her as she shuddered through an orgasm, jerking and writhing against him as Jethro used his fingers to draw the release out longer, to build the pleasure until she was shaking from it.

Mac watched her face, the gleam of perspiration on it, her eyes wide and unseeing, the glow of passion and release that gave her an ethereal, otherworldly appearance.

“Get us to the fucking house,” Jethro gritted out as she finally relaxed in his arms. “If I don’t fuck her, I’m going to die here. ”

Mac’s chuckle was rusty, strained, as he helped Jethro ease her back into her seat.

“Check the security alarm. ” He put the truck back in gear. “We’ll check the house out first. ”

The passion was enough to blind a man, but he couldn’t forget his priorities. Keiley’s safety. Nothing mattered except keeping her safe.

“The house and grounds show no movements,” Jethro told him as the house came into view, the outside lights blazing around the farmhouse, stables, and barns.

The grounds showed up clearly, without so much as the first odd shadow. It looked peaceful, serene.

“After today’s shooting he would likely choose to lay low. ” Jethro was still breathing hard, but hell, so was he, Mac thought. And it had nothing to do with the damned stalker.

“Pappy is laying by the front door where we left him. ” Jethro nodded to the large animal as it rose, its tail wagging at the sight of the vehicle pulling in.

“Let’s get in,” Mac growled. “Before we both come in our jeans. ”

23

Jethro and Mac escorted Keiley to the bedroom Jethro was using. A thorough check determined that nothing or no one had been in it. They left her there, gun in hand, with strict orders to lock the door behind them, then left the room to check the rest of the house and reset the alarms throughout it.

Nearly an hour later, Mac’s knock sounded on the door.

“Unlock the door. We’re clear out here. ”

Keiley laid the pistol on the end table, rose from the chair she was sitting in, and went to unlock the door. She knew what was coming. She knew the time away from her would do little to dim the lust raging through the two men. It would have built; the threat of danger mixing with the hunger would have their bodies hard and ready for her.

As hard for her as she was soft and wet.

She unlocked the door slowly, moving back as it swung open to reveal a temptation so forbidden Keiley wondered if any of them would survive it.

She retreated, a hard thrust of need slamming into her womb, clenching it with enough force that her abdomen rippled, drawing Mac’s gaze as both men stepped into the room.

The door slammed closed behind them, the lock snapping into place.

The candles she had lit on the dresser cast flickering shadows over the two men as, simultaneously, they began undressing.

“Stay still,” Jethro ordered as her fingers went to the buttons of her dress. “Unwrapping the present is just as pleasurable as playing with it. ”

She shuddered at the dark cast of his voice. Her breasts were immediately more sensitive, her nipples hardening and pressing tightly beneath the lace bra and the material of the dress. She could feel the anticipation pounding in her bloodstream now, whipping through her with enough force to steal her breath as both men dropped their shirts to the floor.

She had done this before. She tried to reassure herself that surviving with her sanity intact would be a snap. It would just feel like she was losing her mind.

She touched her tongue to her lips as boots, socks, jeans, and underwear were shed in a matter of minutes, leaving them both naked, furiously aroused, and powerfully dominant.


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