TWENTY-THREE
SUMMER
My mind blanks.
Fraser laughs at me, nuzzling into my hair. “That okay, London?”
“Yes,” I squeak. “Yes. Please.” I go to wriggle out of my top, but he stops me.
“Let me.” I go still as Fraser slowly starts unbuttoning my shirt. Cameron watches as he tosses my top away. “God,” Fraser groans. He cups my heavy breast through my light-yellow bra, and I tingle all over. “The stuff you wear…”
“What—” Cameron starts, and then he stops and clenches his jaw.
Fraser apparently reads his mind. “What was she wearing yesterday? Oh, it was this purple frilly one. Like a pastry. Went deep, like down here—” He draws a calloused fingertip between my breasts, and I automatically arch into him.
Cameron’s jaw tightens. Fraser unclasps the bra and lets it fall away, and both men go silent and just look at me. A log crackles and shifts in the fireplace.
Fraser shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmurs, helping me out of my skirt. He settles me on his lap facing Cameron, our legs hanging off the bed. I expect Cameronto touch me, but he doesn’t. He just watches as I’m slowly undressed. His gaze feels like a physical weight on my skin.
My heart lurches. I hope I’m not out of my depth. I don’t actually know how to have a three-way. It probably takes quite a lot of coordination, right? I start to panic slightly. What if I’m terrible?
“What is it?” Cameron asks. “Are you okay?”
“Of course! Yes!” I give him a bright smile.
“You’re not breathing right.” He steps in front of me and presses his hand onto my chest. “Breathe.”
Believe it or not, his massive hand on my boobs isn’t helping much. It’s not even a sexual touch; just like he’s trying to feel my heartbeat.
“Just excited, you know,” I babble. “And nervous. I’ve never done this before. I’m not very bendy. I usually just buy yoga sets to take pictures in. But I’ll try my best.”
Cameron’s frown deepens. “Shh. Settle,” he rumbles. I take a deep breath. He’s petting me like a nervous horse, and it’s working.
Fraser grins. “He does that with me when I’m nervous too,” he says. “I mean. He doesn’t stroke my cleavage. But he uses his animal voice on me. Swear it’s more effective than drugs.”
Cameron ignores him. “Settle,” he says again. “We’re not doing anything until you’re calm.”
“What?” If that’s the requirement, we are literally never getting it on ever. “I really am fine?—”
Cameron growls. Honest to God, growls like a bear. “Breathe, Summer.”
I do as he says, inhaling deeply. My heartbeat starts to slow. Cameron watches me closely.
I’ve never had a man try to calm me down before sex. It feels…good. Secure.
“You good?” Cameron asks after a minute or two. I nod. He stands back and surveys me in Fraser’s lap. “We need to go slow,” he announces.
“Aye,” Fraser agrees, kissing my neck. “Cannae have you feeling nervy, London.” He smiles against my skin. “You want Cameron to eat you?”
Just like that, my mind goes black again.
Something flickers across Cameron’s face. “Can’t kneel today.”
Fraser sighs. “Gosh, what a shame. Baby, let’s give him something to taste, eh?”
“What?”
Fraser wraps his fingers around my wrist. “Touch yourself,” he says in my ear. “Let him watch.”
