I head back to the bed and flop down. Slowly, I reach under my dress and wriggle off my pants. The thong I’m wearing thankfully has a pocket in the gusset, so I slip the vibe inside. Even through the fabric, the silicone is hard, and it takes a few seconds to get the positioning comfortable. Then I pull my hand back and press the button on the remote.
Immediately, my pants come to life with a low buzz. My eyes widen.
Oh. That’snice. I settle back against the plush cushions and press the button again, turning the vibration up. The little vibe buzzes powerfully against me, and I feel myself getting wetter.
I let my eyes flutter shut. My mind immediately replays Cameron shoving me against the wall. His solid, muscled body all pressed against mine. His breath against my face. Big fingers against my cheek.
I roll over to get more comfortable, and suddenly, it’s Fraser holding me. Kissing my neck. Murmuring to me as I rub myselfslowly over his muscled thigh. The vibe slips even tighter against me as I squirm, and my mouth falls open.
Oh God. I am absolutely giving this company a shout-out.
The image in my head morphs. Now Fraser and Cameron are both here. Together. I have two deep voices in my ears. Two sets of big, rough hands on my body. Cupping my tits. Stroking inside of me. My cheeks flush. God. Not only did I kiss two men today, I’m now fantasising about a threesome?
I’m terrible. I’msoterrible. I should be locked in a cage.
I turn the remote up.
The vibe trembles against me. I can’t stop shivering. In my head, I’m bent over on a mattress. Hands rove over me. I’m locked between both men, and I’m filled completely. My hips jerk, and I automatically start rocking over the vibe. A moan slips out of me as the tension in my body starts to reach a fever pitch. “Oh?—”
The door to the cabin slams open.
EIGHTEEN
SUMMER
Ihalf scream as a tall figure in a long black coat steps inside. In my panic, it takes me a second to realise that it’s Alec.
“What the hell!” I shriek as he strides across the room to me, dripping wet. The low light cuts shadows over his chiselled face.
“We need to get you out of here,” he commands, his voice echoing like thunderclap.
“What?” Between my legs, the small vibe is still buzzing. I fumble for the remote, and it falls down the side of the bed.
Crap.
Alec steps closer, and I grab a pillow, shoving it over my lap as I scooch back against the headboard.
“You need to come back to the house,” he repeats firmly.
“What? But?—”
He grasps my wrist. “Now,” he orders. His grey eyes are ice cold. Another crack of thunder sounds ahead, loud as a cannon, and his jaw tightens. “It’s coming closer.Move.”
“O-okay.” I slide off the bed, pressing my thighs together under my dress. I need to get this toy out of my underwear first. I start to crabwalk towards the en suite. “I’m just going to the loo real quick.”
“You can go in the house. Here.” He pulls off his coat, wraps it around my shoulders, and drapes his scarf around my neck. “Shoes on.”
I slip my feet into a pair of pumps. “I need my, er, makeup bag—” I try.
His cold hand slides over the skin of my neck, tucking the scarf in, and my body electrifies. How is this happening to me?
“You can live without mascara for one night,” he says shortly.
Before I know it, he’s pushing me towards the cabin door. When he unlatches it, the wind smacks it open. Freezing cold rain immediately drenches me as he pushes me out into the storm. My feet slip in the mud, and his hands lock around my waist, holding me steady.
“It’s okay,” he says into my ear. “I’ve got you. Come on.”
We start walking up the hill.
