Free Forbidden Pleasure by Lora Leigh Page A

damned if she was going to toss and turn all night long again, burning for her husband's touch.
    She pouted at the thought. Married women should not have to do without their daily allotment of sex, no matter their husband's brooding determination to drive them insane for it. He could be broody through the night. When he slipped into the bed beside her, then he should be ready to perform those husbandly duties that she had become so well accustomed to.
    A smile flitted across her lips. Maybe he just needed a little push. She could provide the push. He could provide the orgasm.
    With that thought she turned to her desk, sat down, and powered up her computer to get to work. She had clients waiting, and the paycheck was dependent on keeping them happy. She would take care of that; then she would take care of her husband.
    Jethro took the exit to Scotland Neck, staring around at the rather large town curiously as he drove through it. With the top down on his Mustang, the fresh air blowing through his overly long hair, he got more than his fair share of feminine looks as he traversed the main thoroughfare and followed Mac's directions out of town toward the farm.
    His lips quirked as the red light brought him to a stop into a turn lane. The young women in the car beside him waved flirtatiously, then giggled like teenagers as he shot them a wink.
    Damn, he loved women. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, or dark as midnight. Women were his favorite subject, hobby, and sport.
    As the light turned green, he threw his hand up in a farewell and, with his foot heavy on the gas, sped out of town and checked the clock on the dash.
    He was a little late. It was edging into evening rather than afternoon, but the more leisurely pace he had taken on the drive had helped to clear his head. And his head sure as hell needed clearing.
    Janet hadn't been happy when she awoke to him packing his bags for a trip out of town. Actually, she had been downright pissed.
    How the hell was he was supposed to know she had planned to shack up with him during the suspension? The thought of it sent a shiver down his spine. It wasn't the good kind of shiver, either.
    Mysterious and contradictory, he loved the female mind, but damned if it didn't throw him for a loop sometimes. Janet, it seemed, was dreaming of an engagement ring and wedding bands, wedding bells, and the long white dress. And where she got that idea, Jethro had no clue.
    He wasn't the marrying kind. The bitterness in his soul still held the power to make him run hard and fast whenever he caught the gleam of forever in a woman's eyes.
    Janet had that gleam when she woke up and caught him packing.
    She had tried to cover it. To hide it. But the moment he had caught that glimmer he had known the on-again, off-again relationship they had shared was now stone cold.
    No way. No how.
    Shifting back in his seat, he made the turn onto the country road that led to Mac's farm and let a smile cross his face.
    Hell, he needed this vacation. Even more, he needed the time spent with Mac and his wife. The chance to be a part of the relationship Mac had with Keiley was an irresistible lure.
    It was the love, Jethro knew that. Keiley loved her husband, and if she accepted a third into their bed, then the passion and emotion that she shared with Mac would extend to that third.
    It was a gift Mac's women had always given him. They loved him, some more than others, but those willing to step into the ménage had extended those softer feelings to Jethro.
    How much better would it be on the periphery of true love? Would it still the restlessness building inside him, or would it only make it worse?
    Breathing out at the thought, Jethro lifted his cell phone from the seat beside him, flipped it open, and punched in Mac's number.
    "You're late." Mac answered on the third ring.
    "I was being lazy today," Jethro drawled. "I'm about ten minutes from the farm. You watching for me?"
    Mac straightened from the tractor he was attempting