Fraser sighs. “Aye, more issues thanVogue, that one. Well, that seems to have solved that problem, at least, right? No more fighting.”
I bite my lip. “We didn’t make him mad, did we?”
“No madder than he usually is. Sorry my best mate is such a tease, sweetheart. I guess you’ll just have to put up with me.” He kisses me softly. “Missed you today.”
“Me too,” I admit, pressing closer. As the kiss turns deep and lush, Fraser slowly draws me back to the bed. He sits on the edge of the mattress, spreading his big legs, and leads me between his thighs. As we make out, my mind is spinning with this new information.
I pull back for air. “Did you guys really have a threesome?” I whisper.
Fraser laughs. “Aye. And you want to know a secret?” I nod. He tilts his head, his lips grazing my earlobe. “Cam was the one who started it.”
“Really?”
He chuckles. “I’ve never seen him like that. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. Clearly, he has a thing for sharing, but he’s too boring to admit it.” He licks a hot line down my throat. “Shame. Turned him on like hell.”
“Oh,” I gasp. I can’t help but picture what standoffish, grumpy Cameron looks like when he’s turned on. Hair mussed, skin flushed, breathing hard. It makes me feel a bit wild. Fraser’s hand slips under my skirt, and I press closer to him, needing to kiss him again.
He takes my mouth hungrily, and I shudder as his fingers stroke the damp lace between my legs. “Angel, you’re wet.”
Well, I did just get offered a three-way, even if the offer was immediately revoked.
“Let me just check,” Fraser murmurs. “No vibe in here this time, right?” His finger teases me through the fabric, and I can’t help my choked moan?—
The bedroom door flies open again, and I jump as Cameron storms inside, a box of tools in his hand.
“Can’t leave this rug here, or you’ll kill yourself,” he mutters, crouching down. I watch, breathing hard as he pulls a couple of pins and a hammer out of his toolbox.
“Er,” I say. Fraser’s hand is still up my skirt, and I squirm over it.
“Mate,” Fraser says cheerfully, “I know you’re not used to social interaction, so let me help you out. You’re being really weird.”
Cameron doesn’t say anything, hammering a pin in with a deafeningthunk.
Fraser sighs, turning back to me. “Just ignore him. Where were we?”
“But he’srightthere?” I hiss.
“He sure is.” He smiles against my cheek. “I think he’s feeling a bit conflicted. You know, you could put on a bit of a show for him…”
I look back at Cameron. His face is red as he slams another pin into the rug.
Well. Hedidwalk in while we were making out. “I’m going back to kissing Fraser now,” I tell him. “Leave if you don’t want to be here for that.”
He pulls out another pin.
Fair enough. I turn back to Fraser and fist a hand in the front of his T-shirt, yanking his mouth back to mine. He chuckles as he kisses me back. His hand keeps on stroking steadily undermy skirt as his tongue curls over mine. When his thumb presses against my bud, I can’t help my moan.
There’s the clatter of tools hitting the ground, and suddenly another warm body is pressed up behind me. I gasp as Cameron looms over me.
“Do you actually want this?” he demands.
“What?” I have two sets of hands on me, and it’s doing odd things to my brain.
Cameron glares. “You do this thing where you go along with things to not make people angry.” His green eyes are eating me alive. “Summer, I will be angry if you lie about wanting to do this.”
I can’t breathe right. “I do,” I tell him. “If…you do?”
He’s silent for a long few moments, his jaw working. “Take off her shirt,” he tells Fraser.
