We fall into a rhythm. It’s an odd experience being railed by one man while sitting in the other man’s lap. With every slow thrust from Cameron, I’m shoved harder into Fraser, sendingshockwaves through my body. Meanwhile, Fraser’s lips rove over me, kissing my neck, sucking at my throat, licking down my collarbone. It’s not long before I’m gasping and shaking all over.
“Oh, shelikesit, Cam,” Fraser rumbles approvingly. “You feel how needy she is? Bet she’s squeezing down on you. Go on, mate. Give her what she wants.”
“Please,” I pant. “Please. More. More.”
Cameron shoves into me again, even harder. It hits me so deep that I can’t help my loud cry. Panic lights me.
Oh God. If Alec comes back into the house, he’ll be able to hear us. What the hell will he think of me? Fraser laughs as I grab his hand and shove it over my mouth. I need it. I can’t stay quiet. My body twists between the two men, overwhelmed. Cameron’s pace keeps getting faster and faster, like he’s losing control. The small room feels unbearably hot, full of firelight and sweat and the combined need of three people.
When it finally comes, my release wrenches through me, curling up from my toes and yanking through every muscle in my body. I shout in Fraser’s arms as I spasm with pleasure. “Oh, there you are,” he murmurs. “Beautiful, beautiful girl.”
I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m still coming, every cell in my body fizzing happily, and Cameron’s still moving inside me. His thrusts are stuttering now as he slams into me over and over and over again. It’s too much. It’s just right. I lay my head weakly against Fraser’s shoulder, trembling with overstimulation. Cameron’s face is tight, like he’s holding himself back.
“Come,” I croak at him.
He ignores me, driving into me again. I collect the rest of my energy and bear down, squeezing as hard as I can. Cameron chokes, dropping his face forwards into the fall of my hair. When he comes, it’s soundless. I wrap a hand around the back of his neck as he shudders against me. Finally, his body goes limp.
A bubble of pride rises up in me. I just made this massive mountain of a man come.Me. For a few moments, all three of us hold each other. Cameron’s breath warms my cheek.
“Jesus,” Fraser mutters in my ear eventually, shifting.
I twist to look at him. There’s sweat on his brow. “Are you okay,” I manage, my heart still pounding.
He gives me a smile which is more like a grimace. “Aye, it just…It hurts, you wriggling over me like that.” I look down at his crotch, but he cups my face. “How d’you feel?”
“I feel…” I squirm. Normally, I feel satisfied after a climax. Warm and gooey and sleepy. But this time, I just want more. The tingle inside me has just gotten worse. Cameron braces himself and gently pulls out of me, and I jerk my hips helplessly, unable to stop my moan at the sudden empty feeling.
Fraser presses his forehead to mine. “Aye,” he says softly. “You’re still needy, aren’t you? S’okay, honey. Give me a sec. Cam, can you?—”
And then Cameron’s there, gently pulling me off Fraser’s lap. I shiver in his arms as he settles me on to the quilt.
Cameron doesn’t hug me. Doesn’t kiss me. Just stares at me, breathing hard like he’s trying to read my face. Fraser loses his jeans, rolls on a rubber, and pulls me back to him. “Come here, baby.”
I climb onto his lap. “Won’t take long,” Fraser confesses. “You were squirming over me like a wee devil.” His hands curve under my arse, lifting me, guiding me to slip down onto him. After Cameron, taking him is an easy, slick slide. I sink down, letting him fill me until we’re totally wedged together. I’m so full my eyes are watering.
Fraser groans into my chest as I start to rock. My thighs shake uncontrollably as I ride him, but it feels too good to slow down. I feel oddly desperate, shivery and hot and tingling under my skin. Fraser matches me thrust for thrust, his hips grindingup into mine. Soon, we’re rutting against each other like we need it to survive. He’s filling me so deeply, so tightly, I can barely even think. I tip my head back as heat rushes through me again. I can’t believe I need to come again already, but I feel myself spiralling up towards a second peak.
Suddenly, I feel something on my neck. Hands in my hair. Cameron is gently pulling my hair back out of my face, holding it behind my head like a ponytail. I look up at him, gasping.
“God, you’re perfect,” Fraser mumbles into my chest, kissing a freckle. “Perfect.”
I grab the back of his head and shove it into my chest. He gets the message, mouthing hard at my breasts. That’s all it takes. My second climax splits me in two, tearing through me. I gasp for air, clutching hard at Fraser, feeling the raw heat of pleasure pulse over and over again through my body. My shout echoes.
Fraser lets out a strangled groan into my ear and spills into me. The two of us cling together as we both shake, our sweaty skin sticking together.
And dimly, through it all, I feel Cameron steadily stroking my hair.
TWENTY-FOUR
CAMERON
Eventually, Summer climbs off Fraser. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glazed, her gold hair mussed and sweaty. She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Without thinking, I pull her into my arms. “You’re all right,” I tell her as Fraser collapses back on the mattress. “Aye, you’re all right.” I’m not sure where the words are coming from. Some primal urge deep in me is moving me to take care of her. “Are you cold?” I reach for a blanket, bunching it over her shoulders.
Summer shivers. “I’msoall right,” she says happily. I tuck the blanket tighter around her, and Fraser makes a choked noise of surprise. He’s watching me, an odd look on his face.
Reality hits me. What the hell am I doing? I don’tcuddle, but I’m fussing over Summer like she needs coddling. I need to pull myself together. “Here.” I gently push her at Fraser. “Go to him.”
