“Pull yourself together.”
“How am I meant to do that while you’re still fingering me?”she hisses.
“Exert some self-control.”
“I can’t, it’s too…I’m so—” She moans quietly, twisting a hand in my shirt and burying her face in my shoulder as she desperately tries to keep from coming. I nuzzle against her neck. Her dangly earrings tinkle delicately against my cheek as her breath hitches over and over again.
There’s the distant sound of a tap running.
“Homestretch,” I tease, fluttering my fingers. She bites my shoulder. Eventually, the door to the men’s opens again. Footsteps fade down the corridor. When they’re gone. Summer melts against me, twisting my collar so hard she’s nearly strangling me.
“Now,” she pleads. “Now, now, come on.”
I keep touching her deep inside, until she’s right on the very brink. I could keep her here on the edge forever, teasing her with the promise of relief. Making her gasp and beg and whimper for more.
But no. Not today. I curl my fingers into her one last time, watching her body wind up for release?—
Then I draw back, clasping my wet hand on her thigh. She looks up at me, her brown eyes hazy and confused. Sweattouches her temples, and her lip gloss is smeared. She looks unbelievable.
“What?” she whispers, trembling. “Why…”
I tug the hem of her dress back into place. “You’d better get back to your makeup station,” I tell her flatly. “They’ll be wondering where you are.”
FORTY-SIX
ALEC
Summer stares at me in horror, her whole body shaking. “No,” she whispers.
“Aye.”
“Alec!No, you can’t?—”
I suck her taste off my fingers, trying to ignore the pulsing throb in my dick. Jesus Christ, it hurts. “Go fix your lipstick, you’re a mess.”
She grabs me by the collar. “Alec,please.”
“Serves you right,” I tell her. “You don’t get to tease us and then just walk away. Now, get yourself cleaned up, and teach the old ladies how to do a cat eye. I’ll sort you out when we get home.” I run my eyes over her trembling body. “Maybe.” I turn and leave her.
“This is the worst day of my life!” she shouts after me as the door swings shut behind me.
I make my way to the bar, dropping heavily onto a barstool. Isla has gone back to pouring drinks, and she wordlessly draws me a pint of my favourite ale. I take a deep gulp, but it does nothing to cool the heat burning in me.
“Thanks,” I tell her. “You look nice, by the way.” She does. Summer’s done something to make her eyes look dark and smoky.
Isla rolls her eyes, but I catch her checking out her reflection in the window. “That English girl is a handful.”
“Aye.”
She pulls herself a pint. “You shagging her?” she asks conversationally, and I almost choke.
“What?”
“See, I’m confused. A couple weeks ago, I thought McLeod brought her here on a date, but Fraser keeps looking at her bum, and you just came out of that hallway with a hard-on. Whatareyou boys getting up to at Lochview, hm?”
I fight the urge to subtly readjust my jeans. “I don’t have a…Summer is a guest. That’s it.”
“Right,” she says. “Well, either you’re all shagging her, or you’re all really, really repressed.”
