“What?”
“You heard the woman,” Nicholas said. “She wants you to pull her hair.”
Mac gave it a quick tug. “Now answer me.”
“You’ll have to do a little better than that.”
Next thing Nicholas knew, Mac had her hair bunched at her neck. His lips were traveling everywhere, her breasts, stomach, back to her breasts, her neck, and finally to her mouth again. “It’s a simple question.”
“Would it bother you if I fucked them and you weren’t here to watch?”
“Damn straight.” Mac’s possessive nature had kicked in and Nicholas enjoyed seeing how well she responded to him. She clearly loved every minute of the wild and reckless play and if she loved this side of Mac, she’d enjoy Nicholas, too. They both cherished their women but they both liked playing a little rough.
“I didn’t,” she said, reaching for Nicholas then, too. “I wanted to wait for both of you and if they’d asked, I would’ve told them so.”
* * * *
Harley threw one bale of hay next to the other. He kept his arms swinging for a good ten minutes before he finally said, “You know they’re probably fucking her.”
“Yep.” Trevor kept his back to him as he stacked the square bales in the far corner of the loft. “We can’t be with her every second of the day.”
“Since you put it like that…” Harley swung another bale to the corner. “They’ll have another run of long shifts before we know it.”
“Yep.” Trevor turned around, pulled his work gloves away from his fingers, and stuffed them in his back pocket. “But right now, they’re with her and we’re here in the barn. And while you and I danced around what we wanted last night, Mac and Nicholas won’t make the same mistake.”
“Don’t forget, Doc. He’s there, too. He didn’t come in until six this morning so he’ll probably sleep, fuck, and sleep a little more.”
Trevor slapped Harley’s chest in passing. “We may not have the luxury of lounging in bed all day, but we’ll have a little fun before high noon.”
“Allister will kill us.”
“Allister can give us a free pass. We gave him one or two.”
Harley twisted his mouth in thought. Allister wasn’t the main problem here. He was concerned about his growing feelings for her and until he grabbed a good hold on those, he wasn’t sure he could fuck her without professing how he felt. And when that happened, he didn’t want his brother and friends around.
“Well?” Trevor backed out of the loft and down the ladder.
“You go on. I’ll cover ya.”
“Seriously, man?”
“We had our chance last night. We’ll have others.”
“Suit yourself.” Before Trevor exited the barn, he hollered, “I’ll come back in an hour or so and tell you
all about what you missed.”
“I’m counting on that much.” Harley would later regret not being there. “I can’t wait to hear all about it.”
A few minutes passed before Harley heard the rickety-rick of someone inching up the ladder. Only two people crept up the ladder like they were scared to death—Serena, because she was afraid of heights, and Markie, because he was just Markie.
“And here I thought you would change your mind.”
“Eavesdropping again, were you?”
“Somethin’ like that.” Markie hauled his body forward and landed belly down. He thrust his right arm up in the air. “Don’t just stand there. Be a gentleman.”
Harley removed his glove and stuck out his hand. He pulled Markie to his feet and watched as he picked straw from his clothing. “This is really bad for my allergies.”