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“I try my best,” I croak.

He smiles and pulls me in for a kiss, taking my mouth slowly as Fraser presses a second finger against my clenching hole. This time, I feel more. Fraser’s fingers are thick, and the tight ring of muscle burns slightly as they sink deep into me. I moan, my body twisting.

“Okay?” Alec asks. I nod like a bobblehead.

Slowly, Fraser starts to move his fingers. The stretch is indescribable. Heat tugs through me like lightning. I gasp and shudder as Alec greedily takes my mouth in a series of kisses. Through it all, I can feel Cameron’s hand steady on the small of my back, like an anchor.

Fraser pulls both fingers free. Before I can complain, he drops down and buries his face between my cheeks, tonguing at my hole and licking up the mess of lube.

My mouth falls open. My hands claw in the blanket. His hot, wet tongue flicks inside me, and I can’t breathe at all.

“Fraser,” I choke, scandalised. “Oh my God, where are your manners? You can’t just stick your tongue in someone’s?—”

His laugh rumbles through me. “Don’t kneel there arse up if you don’t want me to put my face in it. God, you’re like a sweet wee peach.” He nips at my bum cheek. “Want to eat you up.”

He swipes his tongue inside me again, and a noise I can only describe as a whale sound falls out of me. It jolts me out of my body. I bet I look a mess right now. I get the sudden urge to smooth my hair and say something flirty.

Alec keeps his grip on my chin. “It’s okay,” he tells me quietly, like he can read my mind. “Just feel it.”

I nod, and the urge fades away again. Fraser makes a rough noise, nuzzling into my cheeks. I close my eyes, giving in to the sensation. I pant and shake as he keeps licking and sucking at my back hole. Every muscle in my body draws tighter. The cool air from the loch can’t soothe the heat burning under my skin.

Alec’s thumb strokes under my jaw. “You’re ready,” he declares. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I—” Fraser licks another hot, teasing stripe between my cheeks, and my brain scrambles like an egg.

“Fraser, pause,” Alec orders. “I need her to be able to talk.”

Fraser pulls back, his face ruddy. He winks at me.

I gulp down night air like it’s water, trying to clear my head. “I want…all of you,” I manage. “I want you to share me. I don’t really even know how that would work, like, physically, but…”

Alec smiles slightly. “Don’t worry.” He tucks some hair behind my ear. “I do.”

FIFTY-SIX

SUMMER

My stomach flutters. “You do?”

“Aye,” Alec says, his voice velvety. “I’ve actually been giving it quite a lot of thought.” He glances up at the other two men. “Strip,” he orders.

They both immediately start removing their clothes. I watch, my mouth watering as their bodies are illuminated. Fraser is fit and sun-bronzed, his muscles defined like a Greek statue. Cameron is solid and scarred, shadowy in the lamplight. My eyes travel up the thick width of his thighs to the bob of his erection nestled in dark hair.

Alec gently helps me out of my bra and skirt, until the three of us are all naked on the blanket. The warmth from the nearby heaters licks my skin. The forest sighs around us.

“Lie down,” Alec orders Fraser. “Summer. You’re going to ride him.”

“Oh God, yes,” Fraser groans, stretching himself out and reaching for me. He’s already hard. “C’mere, honey.”

I climb on top of him, straddling him. His hands clasp my hips as he guides me onto him. His skin is so hot, even in the cool night air. My breath leaves me as I slowly sink down, taking his thick stretch inch by inch. He groans, his head tipping backas I finally bottom out. The stars blur overhead, vibrantly bright. Wind rushes over the loch.

“You’re gorgeous,” Fraser says, voice rough.

I feel it, I realise. Here, wild under the stars, speared on this man, I feel gorgeous.

Then Fraser grins and jerks his hips slightly. I curl my hand in his hair and slowly start to ride him. Everything in me throbs as I move. We haven’t tried this position yet. I think I like it. I like the power of it.

The night smudges. The world narrows to the slick friction inside me, to our building gasps.