“What?” she squeaks. “Um, I think I misheard.”
“I don’t think you did,” I say softly, and she trembles. “Would you like for them to join us? Would that make you feel better?” My lips brush the curve of her ear. “You like being shared, don’t you?”
Her breath hitches.
“Mate,” Fraser says, clasping a hand to his chest. “Are you offering me a four-way? I thought you’d never ask.”
To be honest, neither did I. I’ve never shared a woman before. But oddly, the thought of sharing her with my two best friends feels…fine. I’m comfortable with them. God knows I’ve seen them naked more times than I can count.
And right now, Summer is upset. She’s embarrassed, and I need her to feel better. This seems like the obvious solution.
She trembles. “Um— Well…”
“I heard,” I remind her. “Very loudly. All night.”
“Aye, she likes it, all right,” Fraser says cheerfully. He fondly twirls a bit of her hair around his finger. Summer looks up at him, pink lips parting. Having both of us touching her like this is turning her on, even though all he’s doing is playing with her hair.
“How would you like it?” I ask her, keeping my voice soft. “We could spread you out in front of this fire and take turns with you. Pass you between us.”
Summer gulps.
“Or maybe we could all have you at once,” I muse. “Fraser could take your pretty little pussy. Cameron could have your mouth. I’d hold you still for them.” I like that idea, I think. Keeping her steady in my arms as she shakes. “It would be a lot,” I allow. “Three men at one time. But I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Summer doesn’t answer, quivering as I brush some hair out of her face.
“Or,” I continue thoughtfully, “we could go back to what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted. I could make them sit and watch as I eat you. Until you’re completely desperate. Dripping for them.” I stroke my finger down her throat. “I could makethemlisten to your noises.”
Fraser grasps his chest, scandalised. “Jesus Christ, mate.”
I don’t look away from Summer. She’s shifting on the sofa like she can’t sit still. “Seems like you like that idea.”
“Well…” she says. She’s breathing hard now. “If that’s what you want.”
My lips twitch. “How considerate,” I say drily. “Fraser? How does that sound?”
“Like heaven,” Fraser says.
“Cameron?”
Cameron doesn’t answer. He stomps towards the sofa, his face dark as he studies Summer. Then he reaches behind her and pulls a squashed cushion out from behind her shoulders. “Should’ve put this behind her neck when she was lying back like that,” he gripes at me and then bends down in front of Summer. “You want this?”
She nods.
“You’re not saying anything.”
She bites her lip. “I just feel a bit…embarrassed, I guess? It feels greedy.”
I frown.
“It’s okay,” Cameron says frankly. “To want what you want. S’fine.” He offers Summer his hand and helps her to her feet. She’s in just her tiny skirt, and her naked breasts glow in the firelight, marked by my mouth. Fraser makes a sound like he’s been punched.
“Say you want all three of us,” I tell Summer, standing too. “Nothing will happen until you do.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I take a step closer. “Say it again. Look me in the eyes this time.”
“I…” She looks up at me. I can see her pulse beating in her throat. “Yes,” she bursts out. “I want all three of you to share me. I want all of you. Please.”
