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folds. His finger joined Keith’s inside her.
    “Oh God !”
    “So tight,” he rasped, wriggling his finger deeper. “So tight.”
    “O-oh G…oh God,” she moaned, rolling her head side-to-side. Their penetrations grew faster. Marc’s hand, still cupping her breast for Keith’s suckling mouth, grew firmer. His cock ground harder into the crevice of her ass cheeks.
    “So fucking tight and hot,” he murmured.
    Keith moved again, straightening from his semi-crouch, his mouth journeying up to her throat as his thumb stroked her inner walls in harmony with Marc’s finger. “Come for us, darl’,” he whispered in her ear, his lips a warm caress on her flesh. “Come for us.”
    The soles of Harper’s feet tingled. So did the base of her spine. Every time Keith and Marc moved inside her, every time they touched the sweet spot, pleasure flooded her. Took her. She could barely draw breath.
    Her head spun. Her belly knotted.
    When Keith slipped his thumb from her folds, rolling it over her clit, she cried out, tugging on Marc’s hair. Holding him as she ground her sex harder against their hands.
    “That’s it, darl’.” Keith tormented her clit, his lips on her ear. The head of his cock nudged her thigh. A tremble shuddered through him. “That’s it. Don’t hold back. Come for us.”
    “Come for us, Harper.” Marc echoed his friend’s instruction, wriggling his finger deeper and deeper inside her. “Scream when you do. Let Farpoint hear your pleasure. Let it—”
    She cried out, her release detonating with such ferocity any hope of controlling herself was lost. Her pussy pulsed around Marc’s finger. Her head lolled back on his shoulder. Her legs wobbled.
    “That’s it,” Keith groaned, his voice strained. “That’s it.”
    “Fuck, Blue.” Marc’s voice was equally tight. “I want to taste her. Now.”
    The words made Harper’s stomach clench. Her heart thumped faster. As she rode the crest of her orgasm, as her body succumbed to the rapture of her climax, her mind rushed ahead…placing her on the ground beside the billabong, her legs spread, Marc’s face buried between her thighs, his tongue sliding into her sex, over her—
    She came again.
    Just as Keith moved in the water, dropping into a crouch, his arms around her hips, his shoulder pressing to her belly.
    He hauled her out of the water. Spun around and carried her over his shoulder to the water’s edge. Marc followed, his gaze holding Harper prisoner, his finger—the one a moment ago buried within her cunt—in his mouth.
     
    She tasted salty and sweet all at once. It drove Marc crazy. His balls throbbed, the pressure of his impending eruption turning them hard. The sight of Keith carrying Harper over his shoulder stirred something utterly primitive inside him.
    The urge to snare the damp curtain of her hair in a tight fist surged through him. The need to claim her made his cock spasm.
    “Hurry the fuck up, Blue,” he demanded. “Or I’ll fuck her with my mouth while you carry her.”
    Harper’s eyes widened. Her lips parted slightly. Lengthening his stride, the water now pulling around his knees, Marc drew closer, slipping his finger into her mouth. “Can you taste yourself?”
    She closed her lips around his finger and sucked.
    Blood flooded his cock. He withdrew his finger from her mouth, sliding it back into his. His cock jerked.
    Before he could fist his hand in her hair, Keith stopped. Without a sound, he lowered her to the lush grass on the billabong’s edge. Marc watched, his breath shallow.
    There it was again. That primitive rush of carnal lust at the sight of his best mate handling her, touching her. Not threatened jealousy, not intimidated uncertainty. Elemental rapture and arousal.
    It told Marc that what they were doing, what he’d wanted to do with Keith for many years, was right. So right.
    He’d never been more turned-on than he was now. Watching Keith carry Harper as if she were their property, laying her