Chapter 52 Summer
FIFTY-TWO
SUMMER
Later that evening, I stand in the shower, scrubbing deep conditioner out of my hair. Hot water pours over my body, and my strawberry-scented shampoo fills the air with sweet steam.
We got back from Inverness about an hour ago. Fraser left to check on the lambs. Cameron’s in the kitchen, cooking. Alec is on the phone with the council. So I decided to take a shower and try to get my head on straight.
I feel…confused.
After I got accosted by that teenager in the changing rooms, the three men took me to a café until it was time for my nail appointment. In a very obvious attempt to cheer me up, I was plied with a frappuccino and cake pops. Even Cameron tried one, although he was very unimpressed.
It’s cake on a stick. Why does the cake need to be on a stick? How does the stick improve anything?
Then I got my manicure. I assumed the guys would go off and do their deliveries while I had my appointment, but they all refused to leave me.
Instead, they squashed into the salon’s boyfriend chairs and watched intently.
I think the salon workers were slightly alarmed.
Since Cameron insisted on paying for my nails—for some reason, he’s convinced it was his fault my last set got ruined—I told him to pick what I should get done.
After a lot of protests, he eventually picked the prettiest shade of ballet-slipper pink.
“Looks like something you’d wear,” he muttered, then added to the technician, “put some of those wee gems on too.”
I examine my hands. The pink jewels sparkle under the bathroom lights. At least my nails are pretty. My head, not so much.
I’m embarrassed at how I reacted in the changing rooms. I need to be tougher than this. I go back to London in eight days, and when I do, there’ll be far more than one teenage girl I need to handle.
The men hadn’t seemed to care that I got upset. They’d just wanted to comfort me. I sigh, turning under the hot spray of the shower.
And then there was the dress. It’s so much. Lulu would have laughed if I picked it out in front of her. But the men didn’t think it was ridiculous. When I tried it on, they’d all looked at me like…
There’s a knock at the bathroom door. “Come in,” I call, and Alec steps inside. I can’t see his face through the condensation on the cubicle walls.
“May I?” he asks over the rush of the shower.
“Of course.”
He removes his clothes quickly and steps inside the steamy cubicle. Water streams down his muscled body, running in rivulets down his hard chest and thick thighs. I squint up at him. His presence seems even bigger than usual. His jaw is tight as he reaches for my waist and drags me against him.
“How did the council call go?” I ask.
“They’re not seeing sense.” He runs his hand up and down the curve of my waist, his eyes tired. He looks stressed.
My heart twists. The more I learn about Alec, the more weight I realise he has on his shoulders. It’s amazing he hasn’t crumbled yet.
“I’m sorry,” I say. He just shakes his head and tilts his face into the spray, letting the water run down his back.
I put my hand on his jaw. “Hey.”
He opens his eyes to look at me. I press even closer, so my wet breasts press up against his hard chest. He makes a low noise as I pull him into a crushing kiss.
I can feel the tension buzzing through him as we make out under the steaming water.
He nips at my bottom lip, hard enough to hurt, then soothes me with an apologetic lick.
When we finally gasp apart, his eyes are black.
We both pant, looking at each other. His gaze is so intense it’s making my thoughts dry up.
He nuzzles my cheek, strokes some wet hair off my face. “Two days ago, you mentioned you wanted to try something,” he says quietly. “Do you remember what it was?”
“Nope,” I say. “You’d better remind me.” I think I have suggested everything from being tied to the bedposts to the installation of a sex swing in the orchard. What can I say? I’m an adventurous woman.
“You said,” he murmurs in my ear, “you want all of us. At the same time.”
My eyes widen as his hand dips between my arse cheeks. Oh.
I’ve never done anal. Some of the guys I’ve hooked up with have suggested it, but I do have some self-preservation instincts. I know it hurts if you don’t get warmed up properly.
But…I trust these men. They’d never do anything to hurt me. I don’t think they could.
Alec pinches one of my cheeks, making me jump. “You want to try, darling?”
“Y-yes,” I stammer. “Right now? Shall I call the others?”
He smiles and turns off the water. “No. It’ll be a surprise for them. Come on.” He helps me out of the shower and reaches for a fluffy towel on the warm rack. “Let’s get you ready.”
Once I’m dry, Alec carries me into his bedroom, shuts the door behind him, and lays me gently on his quilt. “Now,” he says, opening a drawer on his nightstand. “All fours.”
I kneel on the bed, and he takes a position behind me. I hear the click of a bottle cap, and then his slick fingers touch me. I go still as he begins to stroke me softly, wetting my sensitive folds. Up and down. Up and down. I wriggle.
“Um,” I say helpfully, after a minute of this. “That’s not my butt.”
“You need to relax first,” he murmurs.
“’Kay.” I go still as he gently slides his thick fingers between my lips, his calloused fingertips against the softest part of me. I twist slightly, wanting more pressure. “So I don’t find fingering that relaxing?” I try. “Sort of the opposite.”
“Shh.” He kisses my cheek. “I really need you to relax for me. Please, sweetheart.”
“What’s that?” I can’t help asking. “A tiny beg I hear?”
He bites my shoulder. “Close your eyes.”
I do. He keeps working me. It is, in a way, relaxing.
Like a very hot massage. I feel something touch my thigh and realise I’m so wet I’m dripping.
Alec makes a low rumble of approval as he notices too, and pauses briefly to dip his head and lick my juices right off me.
My breath catches as he mouths at my soft flesh. “Am I ready now?” I ask hopefully.
He slips a hand between my cheeks, and I feel a finger touch against my back hole.
“Aye. Good girl. You relaxed so well for me.” The praise washes through me, warming me through to my toes.
“I’m going to open you up now, okay?” I hear the snap of the bottle cap again.
Then his right hand goes back to my sex, resuming the gentle touches, as his left roves higher, to my arse.
I breathe in sharply as I feel the coldness of his finger press against my arsehole.
“Close your eyes,” he reminds me.
I do, breathing in the warm scent of firewood. His fingertip massages my hole slowly. For a long while, it’s just that—him stroking my sex and massaging my behind simultaneously. I’m getting hotter and wetter as he plays between my legs, soaking his fingers.
“This is very impressive,” I manage, feeling myself flutter and twitch against his ministrations. “Are you ambidextrous?”
He laughs. Eventually, finally, I feel the slick press in my behind as he gently slides his fingertip past the first ring of muscle. A moan drags out of me at the stretching sensation.
“Shh,” he soothes, pushing in deeper. “Shh. Doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No,” I say, twisting. I want more of him. “More, please.”
“You don’t pick the pace. I do. Now relax.
” I sigh and do as he says, trying to soften my body as he works both of my holes.
It’s the oddest sensation, being filled in two spots at once.
It makes me want to clench down on something.
Eventually, he’s satisfied. “I’m adding another finger,” he tells me.
“Please.”
He repeats the process with the second finger, and my mouth falls open at the stretch.
When he has two fingers buried in me to the second knuckle, he pauses.
“Deep breath,” he tells me. I do as he says, filling my lungs.
He exhales with me and scissors his fingers inside me.
My eyes fly open at the tight pressure. At the same time, his thumb tickles over my throbbing bud, and I jerk against him, a very unattractive noise wrenching out of me.
“There you are,” he soothes, his accent thickening with arousal. “I see ye, sweetheart. You want to come, love?”
“You’re not going to put your knob in?” I manage, and he shakes with silent laughter. “You should call the other two.”
“We have all night. Want to come?”
I nod frantically.
He hums. His left hand stays at my behind, two fingers still scissoring inside my back hole.
Meanwhile, his right swirls around my sweet spot in firm circles.
I close my eyes, feeling the tension inside me build and build and build.
My toes curl into the sheets as I cry out and topple over the cliff.
“Oh.” My eyes fly open at the sensation.
I’ve never come with something in my arse.
I automatically rock back into Alec, trying to push him deeper into me.
He holds me, murmuring to me as I grind and clench over him, my body torn between the dual sensations.
When the waves finally die down, I’m panting, my insides throbbing.
Alec strokes hair off my temple. “You all right, sweetheart?”
I flash him a smile. “Yes. That felt…different.”
“Aye. I imagine it did.” He pulls me into his arms, and I cuddle into his chest. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs into my hair.
I bask in the attention. For a minute or so, he just holds me until my breathing calms. “Shall we get the others now? I think I’m ready.”
He checks the clock. “No,” he says. “I think dinner should be ready soon. You should eat.”
“What? But—” He reaches over and picks up something off the bed. I stare at the pink plug in his palm, and my stomach crunches. “I know you like presents,” he says drily. “This is for you.”
“For right now?” I squeak.
“That okay?”
“I mean, yes, it’s great, but—” But it feels so naughty to have a toy inside me while I eat dinner with Fraser and Cameron.
Alec strokes my hip. “Hands and knees.”
I bend over so my bare arse is in the air again. After so much time opening me up, the plug slides in like a dream and sits snugly inside me.
“Feel okay?” Alec asks. He twitches the end of the plug, and I jump slightly.
It’s not a strong feeling. More just…a presence. A feeling of being packed full. I touch my belly, wriggling. “Yes. I like it.”
Another kiss on my back. “Tell me if you want it out, and we’ll stop and remove it. It shouldn’t ever feel uncomfortable.”
Yeah, I do not think that’s going to be a problem.
As if on cue, there’s a tap at the door. “Tea,” Cameron says. “Now.”
Alec draws me upright, giving me one last hard kiss. “Let’s get you dressed,” he says. “It’s cold out.”
“Out?” I say, a bit dazed.
“Mmm.” He taps the end of the plug again. “You should bundle up.”