“God,” Alec murmurs from the sidelines. “So needy. You’ve already come twice tonight. But you still need more, don’t you?”
“Mate,” Fraser says conspiratorially. “I’m gonna need you to stop with your sexy dirty-talk voice, it’s getting me hard again.”
Alec looks amused. “I’m not talking toyou.”
“Yeah, well, my dick doesn’t know that, does it? We just had a three-way, and now you’re next to me growling like a bear.” He flashes Alec a luminous smile. “You should aftercare me, man. Don’t want me feeling like you just used me for my fit body and massive dong.”
“Fine.” Alec finds a bottle of water in the picnic basket and drops it unceremoniously onto Fraser’s lap. “Drink that. Andplease rest assured yourmassive dongis not my favourite thing about you.”
“Anything you say, boss,” Fraser flirts back.
I tune the two of them out as I rock over Cameron’s leg. His green eyes are fixed on mine so fiercely that I can’t look away.
“They suit you,” he says gruffly as he rubs me towards a peak. “The nails.”
I laugh breathlessly, squeezing him. “Yeah, so you definitely have a hand kink.”
He shakes his head. “Just like pretty things,” he says. I flush. “I like all of it,” he says in my ear like a confession.
“What?” Blood is rushing in my head. I fight to keep my strokes even.
“All your pretty shit,” he says. “I like your nails. And your clothes. I like your shoes, even if you can’t walk in them.” He kisses my neck, and my breath shakes. “I like how you use all of those wee pots of creams and perfumes and sprays. Like how sweet it all makes you smell. How soft it makes you feel. I like that you put that shimmer on your lips twenty thousand times a day.” His voice lowers. “Makes me want to get you more,” he admits, and my heart thumps. “Makes me want to get your nails fixed and buy you nice things. Watching how pink you get when you have something nice”—he rubs his cheek against mine in a move so oddly tender I can’t breathe—“gets me hard. Makes me happy.”
I gape at him, overwhelmed. It’s probably the most I’ve ever heard him speak in one go. “Cameron…I…”
“And it’s okay,” he mutters, “that you like it. Anyone who tells you it’s not isn’t worth listening to.”
I just stare at him, my throat thick. My hand stutters. I feel like I’m about to snap.
“Come, then, princess,” Cameron says quietly, upping the pace. “Show me something pretty.”
I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. It feels like I crack open as the release pours hot and fast through my body. Gasping, I tilt my head back, watching the starry sky above me smudge into a melt of starlight and deep, dark velvet. Cameron makes a broken noise, holding me as I gasp through the throes of pleasure.
“Sopretty,” he says quietly, stroking a bit of hair out of my face. “You’re…” He can’t find the word and nuzzles my cheek instead. I feel him twitch desperately in my hand. He’s right on the edge.
“Come on me,” I pant. “Please. I want you on me.”
He groans as he spills over me. His hot come streaks across my stomach and chest in stripes of creamy froth, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut as I feel it spatter my overheated skin. I like it. Ilikefeeling messed-up and dirty. After years of trying to be picture perfect, it feels almost taboo.
When Cameron stops shaking, he presses his forehead to mine, breathing me in. I tangle a hand in his hair, panting. Come and sweat sticks our skin together.
“Jesus,” Fraser says faintly, turning to Alec. “Do you feel all hot and weird too?”
Alec pats his shoulder soothingly. “Look at yourself,” he orders me.
Obediently, I look down at myself.
I’m an absolute mess. There’s pearly come dripping across my stomach and my thighs. My hair feels like a bird’s nest, and there’s probably makeup and tears all down my cheeks. Alec leans closer, swiping a finger over the mess on my belly. He holds it to my lips, and I lick it off. His eyes haze over.
“Look at you, Summer,” he says again. “Look at what you do to us.” He sounds almost angry. Like he can’t believe it himself.
“I didn’t try to do anything to you,” I say. Cameron tightens his grip on me protectively.
“No,” Alec says softly. “You didn’t have to try at all.” He kisses my temple. “Let’s get you sorted, sweetheart.”
The men clean me up quickly. Fraser dips napkins in the icy loch water and sweeps them over my skin, Cameron finger-combs twigs and crumbs out of my tangled hair, and Alec bundles me up in blankets. When I’m warm and dry, I curl between them and look up at the sky.
The stars are so bright here away from the haze of city lights. They sparkle down at me with a kind of diamond-pure clarity a phone camera could never capture. My throat tightens as I watch them glimmer.
