“Now,” Fraser murmurs, “where could it be? You have so many hiding places, petal. I’d better be thorough. Wouldn’t want to miss anything.”
He slips his hands under my top, cupping both of my breasts in a slow, delicious squeeze. I shiver. The tone of this conversation has changed so fast I’m getting whiplash. I could not be happier.
“Let’s see,” Fraser says, kissing my temple as he tweaks at my nipples experimentally. I flinch, and he soothes them with a soft stroke. “Clamps, maybe? I don’t feel anything, but I do want to make double sure…” He gently tugs my top up over my head so I’m just in my bra. The cool night air washes over the surface of the loch, but the nearby heater toasts my skin. Fraser makesa show of tugging down both cups, examining my peaking nips thoroughly. He pinches them again, harder this time, and a bolt of lightning curls down to the core of my belly. “Doesn’t seem like it,” he tells Cameron. “Maybe I should try somewhere lower down.”
“Seems likely,” Cameron deadpans. When I glance at him shyly, his eyes are fixed on my face. Not my chest. My face.
Fraser’s hand dips beneath the pleats of my skirt. He strokes my soaked thong. “Would you look at that? She’s actually decided to wear pants today.”
“A rare occasion,” Alec says drily. I give him the finger.
“Let’s get this out of the way, for a start.” Fraser tugs off my pants and hands them graciously to Cameron. His fingers return to my wet lower lips, stroking slowly between my folds. My face burns, and I try not to squirm as he tickles his fingertips up to my slick entrance and pauses. He stares at me.
“Nothing,” he says, looking confused.
“What?” Cameron barks.
“Honey, whathaveyou done?”
My tongue is tied.
“All fours, sweetheart,” Alec tells me, reclining back on the blanket. His eyes glint as he takes a sip of his wine. “Make it easy for them to see you.”
Heart thumping, I slide off Fraser’s lap and crawl between him and Cameron. The cool air kisses my skin, and the blanket is soft underneath my hands. Fraser strokes the curve of my spine, then flips up the hem of my short skirt. Both he and Cameron stiffen when they see the pink jewel nestling between my cheeks.
Fraser groans. “You sweet, sweet girl.” He gently nudges the end of the plug. Even that tiny brush is enough to make my insides pool with want. I shiver all over, tossing my hair. “Did you have this inside you all through dinner?” he asks.
“Alec put it in me,” I blurt out so I don’t look like a total perv.
“Did he, now?” Fraser plays with the end of the plug. My stomach crunches as he pushes it slightly farther inside me. He smiles and kisses my hip. “Want me to help you with this, angel?”
I nod frantically. He grasps the end of the plug and slowly rocks it in place. The movement stretches the tight walls of my arse even more, and I can’t help the moan that pulls out from me.
Fraser plays with the toy for a minute or two, teasing it in and out of me. Eventually, when I’m hot-faced and shaking with need, he pops it out onto his palm. I gasp, my backside immediately clenching around nothing. I feel horribly empty.
“Good lass,” Fraser murmurs. “What do you want next? A finger?”
“Please.” I shove my butt back at him, and he chuckles.
“I’ll just have to nip back to the house?—”
“There’s lube in the picnic basket,” Alec says.
Fraser’s mouth falls open. “God, you absolutefreak.” He turns to rummage in the basket.
Cameron lays a hand on my back. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“I am, but I have a feeling I’m about to be a lot less uncomfortable very soon,” I babble.
He nods. “Don’t forget what I said,” he says quietly. “You don’t go along with shit that you don’t want. If you change your mind, you have to tell us. Youhaveto.” He looks genuinely worried. I nod, and he pulls one of the heaters even closer. “Tell me if you get cold,” he mutters.
I don’t know how I ever thought this man was rude. He’s got the softest heart.
There’s a squirting sound, and Fraser reappears behind me. “Since our secret kink lord has apparently already opened youup, this should be easy, lass,” he tells me. “You tell me if anything hurts, okay? I cannae hurt you.”
I nod, and he presses a slicked-up finger against my back hole. After Alec’s ministrations, it slides in easily. My lashes drop at the satisfying feeling of fullness.
Alec moves to kneel in front of me, cupping my chin in his hand. “There you are. You’re taking him so beautifully.”
