Chapter 22 Summer
TWENTY-TWO
SUMMER
I’m literally sweating with embarrassment as I run back to the farmhouse.
I’d expected the lambing barn to be empty when I visited Crumpet.
I’d spent all day hunched over my phone like a prawn, flipping between doing work, reading devastating hate comments, and daydreaming about yesterday evening.
When night finally fell, I was a fun blend of depressed and horny.
I was ready to have some quick lamb cuddles and then go find Fraser to see if he wanted round two.
Instead, I was subjected to the single worst conversation of my life.
I shudder as I remember Alec’s stern expression. Surely he’s wrong. There’s no way Fraser and Cameron are fighting over me. Still, snogging both of his best friends isn’t a great look, is it? I’ve only been here a few days, and I’ve already caused so many problems.
When I get inside the farmhouse, I hear the sound of heavy furniture scraping. I follow the noises down the hall, until I get to what I assume is the guest room. When I peek through the doorway, Fraser is on the floor, smoothing a worn blue rug over the floorboards. Cameron is stoking the fire.
“You need to pin the rug,” Cameron growls, feeding another log to the fire.
“It’s fine,” Fraser mutters. “God, you are in a mood today.”
“Pin. It. She’ll trip on the edge if you leave it like that.”
“Aw. You’re so concerned for our guest’s health and safety, mate. You’re such a good Airbnb host.”
“Move. It.”
“Say please,” Fraser insists. “You’re not talking to me with respect and kindness right now.”
I knock on the open door, and they both look up at me. Cameron’s eyes travel up my bare legs to the hem of my taupe skirt. His mouth flattens with disapproval.
Fraser straightens. “Hey, baby,” he says cheerfully. “We’re pretty much done. We’ve got all your boxes of toys here, and Cameron brought in Alec’s mum’s old dressing table, so all your little pots of cream are in the drawers.” He tips my face up for a kiss, and I see Cameron stiffen by the fire.
I suppress the urge to melt. “Wait. Hang on a minute. I was just speaking to Alec,” I say, my face flaming.
Fraser snorts. “Oh, aye? This should be good.”
“He said, that, um. You guys were fighting over me?” Even as the words come out of my mouth, I cringe. “I know that’s not true, but I said I’d come speak to you, so…Er, is it true?”
“No,” Cameron says shortly.
“See, that’s what I said, but—”
“Now,” Fraser says, “don’t lie, Cam.” He turns to me.
“We’ve been at it like hounds all day, to be honest. Cameron’s in a right mard over the fact you stayed in my room last night.
” He sighs, shaking his head. “Poor thing kissed you good night and then had to hear you share a bed with me. He’s feeling very jilted. ”
I turn to Cameron in horror. “You are? I’m sorry!”
Cameron tosses the poker into the grate with a clang. “Eejit,” he snarls at Fraser.
“Look, mate, it’s hardly a secret you like her, you did literally kiss her—”
“I shouldn’t have,” Cameron grinds out. “It was a mistake.” He goes to move past me.
Without thinking, my hand shoots out, grabbing his broad wrist. He freezes. I can feel the energy buzzing inside his huge body. “I’m sorry,” I tell him honestly. “I swear I wasn’t trying to lead you on or anything. I actually really like you.”
Cameron stares at me. “You really like me.” His voice is flat.
“Yes? You’re so kind, and you took me out to dinner, and you’re…” I wave a hand over him.
“I’m. What.”
“You know. You’re really hot.”
Fraser barks a laugh.
Cameron looks at me like I’m insane. “Let me go,” he orders quietly.
I drop his hand. “I really like both of you,” I confess.
“I don’t know how this happened. I swear, I don’t usually go around fancying every guy I lay eyes on.
” I frown. “But Alec’s right, you need to be able to work together.
So if I am making you argue, I clearly need to lock myself away in my room for the rest of the week and stop snogging everyone.
” Maybe order myself a chastity belt. Can you get those on ?
“Alec said work on the farm can be dangerous if you two aren’t focused, and I obviously don’t want anything to happen—”
Cameron’s face shutters. “Dangerous?” he barks. “Christ, he thinks I’m a child.”
Fraser raises a hand. “Guys. I feel like there’s an obvious solution no one’s mentioning here.” When I look at him, he smiles easily. “Threesome.”
I laugh. He doesn’t laugh along.
“Fraser,” Cameron snarls.
Oh my God. Is he not joking?
Fraser shrugs. “It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”
Shock sloshes through me. “You have?” I squeak.
“Once. Years ago,” Cameron says.
Fraser nods. “Brought a woman back from the bar. Aileen. The weather got so bad she had to stay here for the weekend. Stuck inside with nothing to do, one thing led to another.”
“Seriously?” Oh my God. They both shared a girl. And Fraser wants them to share me.
How would they do it? Would they take turns? Or would it be at the same time? The image of me, stuffed and stretched between them, flickers in my mind’s eye. Heat gushes through my body.
“Um,” I say. “Er. Uh. Wow. Um.” I suddenly feel a bit dizzy. I take a step back, and my foot catches on the curled edge of the blue rug. Before I know what’s happening, Cameron’s hands are on my shoulders, steadying me.
“Told you she’d trip,” he gripes, his fingers pressing into my skin.
“Aye, seems like you were right about that,” Fraser agrees. I gulp as he cups my face. “Aw. Look how pink she’s gone. You’re so, so pretty when you blush, sweetheart.” My breath catches as he dips his head, ghosting his lips lightly over the exposed curve of my neck. “Do you want it?” he murmurs.
“D-do I want a threesome with both of you?” I manage.
Fraser nuzzles my throat. “Aye.”
“Um.” I literally can’t breathe. “I mean…” It’s only the manifestation of all my wildest wet dreams come to life. “If you feel like it would solve the Alec problem.”
He chuckles. “Oh, aye. I’m great at problem-solving.” He glances over my head. “Cameron?”
Silence.
I look at the other man. Cameron’s eyes have darkened. Outside, rain starts pattering on the windows.
Cameron lets me go with a jerk. “This is a bad idea,” he says roughly. “You like Fraser. Be with Fraser.” He stomps out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
“Oh,” I say to the closed door. “Um. He’s very confusing.”
Fraser sighs. “Aye, more issues than Vogue, 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 deafening thunk.
Fraser sighs, turning back to me. “Just ignore him. Where were we?”
“But he’s right there?” 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. He did walk 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 under my 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.