I cuddle up into his big barrel chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my cheek. I can dimly feel Alec moving behind me, but I let my eyes fall shut. A few metres away, the loch laps against the shore.
A hand strokes my hair out of my face. I peep my eyes open to see Cameron looking down at me, his eyes black. He’s still naked, the lamplight throwing shadows over his skin. I glance lazily down at his lap, and?—
Oh.
FIFTY-SEVEN
SUMMER
Cameron is so hard it looks painful. The tip of his cock glistens in the moonlight, and his balls look swollen and full.
I rouse myself and roll out of Fraser’s arms, crawling across the blanket towards him like a cat.
“No,” Cameron says, leaning back. “Go away.”
It’s such a hilariouslyCameronthing to say in the middle of sex that I can’t help laughing. “I don’t want to go away.” I wrap myself around him. “It’s your turn.”
He lets me wind my arms around his neck. “You should rest.” He levels a glare over my head. “They practically snapped you in half. You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll massage it out of her,” Fraser says cheerfully. “As penance.”
I have to hide my smile. Cameron’s so kindunderneath his grumpy exterior. It just makes me want him more. “What do you want?” I coax, tucking closer. He makes a low rumble as my hair brushes against his face.
“That was more than enough. Watching that. You’re…” His jaw works like he’s struggling to get the words out. “You’re…very beautiful.”
My blush could steam vegetables. Cameron isn’t good at talking. The fact that he makes the effort for me anyway is a bit dizzying.
“What do you want?” I repeat in his ear, flashing him the bright smile I know he hates.
He glowers, but his eyes dart to my hand resting on his chest. The little gems on my nails sparkle in the moonlight.
It takes me a few seconds to put it together. “Cameron,” I say slowly. “Do…you want a handy?”
Even in the darkness, I can see the red touching the tips of his cheekbones. Oh my God. Hedoes.I laugh out loud. I just had the most ridiculous, acrobatic sex ever, and Cameron just wants me to whack him off with my expensive manicure. “Cameron,” I purr, “that is so immensely doable.”
“You don’t need to—” he starts, but the words die in his throat as I drop my hand to cup one of his sensitive balls. His entire body tenses. I start to play with them, squeezing lightly, curling my hand under the heavy weight. When I give one a gentle tug, he makes a strangled noise that shatters through the silent hush of the night. I kiss his cheek, feeling unbearably fond. This man.
“Careful,” Fraser says, flopping tiredly back on the picnic blanket to watch. “You’re very potent, and we do need him.”
“Aye,” Alec says calmly, wiping his hands. “I’ll be upset with you if you kill my best shepherd, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” Fraser protests.
“You never get up on time.”
I ignore them both, focused on Cameron as I curl my fingers around him. I stroke him slowly up and down, enjoying the feel of his velvety skin in my palm. There’s a glimmer of pre-come beading on his head, and I can’t resist bending down to kiss it off. Cameron makes a punched-out noise. When I look up at him, every muscle in his body is tense. He’s shaking slightly.
My God. This massive, solid man is shaking because ofme.The thought is so hot it makes me feral. I twist my thighs together.
Cameron, of course, notices. With one swift movement, he yanks me onto his knee. I gasp and can’t help myself from rocking against his thigh before I register the rough scar tissue.
“Your leg,” I manage through the dizzy soup of my thoughts. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll tell you if it hurts,” he grumbles, dragging me higher up onto his thigh and dropping a hand between my legs. My breath starts coming in tiny pants as his calloused thumb swirls in tight circles.
A breeze flitters over the loch as I stroke him. I find that when I twist my hand at his base, he can’t help grunting softly, so I do it over and over and over again, until his chest is heaving and he’s twitching desperately in my palm. He pulls me even closer, so our bodies are moulded together. A streak of my arousal glimmers against his leg.
Jesus. How is it possible I still need to come? I swear I was a normal level of horny before I met these men. They’ve unlocked something in me.
