My leg always acts up when I’m stressed. Hardly surprising that it’s a bastard tonight. After a few minutes of rubbing and squeezing, I give up and lie back on my quilt, stretching out my calf.
It’s not just my leg that’s angry. I’m still half hard, my dick aching with pressure. Which is insane. After what just happened, I should be bled dry. As I stare at the ceiling, my skin itching, I hear Summer’s soft voice drift through the wall. Fraser answers, and she giggles.
I swear and cover my face. I don’t like this. I like a simple life. Days spent working on the land, evenings by the fire. And now Summer’s come, and suddenly nothing is simple.
I want her. I don’t know why. And I don’t know what to do about it.
TWENTY-FIVE
SUMMER
Iwake up snuggled up against a giant teddy bear. I breathe in the warm scent of firewood and man, happily replaying memories of my dream. Something about two men and a fireplace. I’m halfway back to sleep when the teddy bear groans, pulling me closer, and my eyes fly open.
It’s not a teddy bear. It’s Fraser.
Oh. My. God.
It wasn’t a dream. I had a threesome last night.
That’s it. This is the peak of my life. It’s never going to get any better than this.
“I know you’re awake,” Fraser says into my hair, sounding amused. “I can hear your brain fizzing.”
I beam at him. He looks adorably sleepy, his eyes hazy and his auburn hair mussed.
“I had a three-way,” I whisper.
“No way,” he says in mock shock. “So did I!”
I roll over, climbing on top of his muscled chest. He practically purrs, his hands coming up to squeeze my waist. “And it was amazing,” I squawk.
“So was mine!”
“It was so good I thought I mightdie.”
He laughs, pulling me into a hug. “You are the cutest thing,” he says. “I’m glad it was good for you, baby. It was certainly a night I’ll never forget.”
I snuggle into him, sighing happily. I can hear birds cheeping outside, and wind sweeping across the farm. “Cameron didn’t stay?”
“Nah. He’s not a cuddler.”
I suppose I can’t get too greedy. I tuck my face into the crook of Fraser’s neck, but before I can settle, my phone starts to blare an alarm on the side table.
Fraser groans as I roll over him to grab it, getting my boobs in his face. “You have so many alarms.”
I shiver as he kisses my cleavage tiredly, his stubble scraping me. “I’m on alotof birth control,” I joke.
“Aye, probably for the best.”
I slump back down at his side and swipe my phone screen. “No, it’s an app I use to help me stay organised.” I show him. “I set a reminder for when I have to do something, and then I have to take a picture of the thing before it will turn the alarm off. I can snooze it or reschedule it, but it won’t turn off until I take the picture. Stops me from just dismissing the alarm and not thinking of it again.” Right now, the alert is telling me to take my meds. I can reschedule it for half an hour.
“Nice,” Fraser says, chin on my shoulder.
I nod. “It keeps me on track. I have ADHD, so it’s easy for me to get absolutely avalanched with work. And as soon as I’m a bit behind, I get really overwhelmed.” And then everything falls apart.
“Aye, I’m not surprised.” Fraser cranes his neck, nosily looking through my alarms. “These are all for today? Jesus.”
I blink. I suppose there are a lot of things I have to do today. I need to edit a clothing haul. Film a review and a PR unboxing. I’m scheduled to do some Picturegram stories, and I have a tonof sponsorship contracts I need to get through. “It’s not like it’s hard work. I’m not doing heart surgery.”
