Chapter 57 Summer
FIFTY-SEVEN
SUMMER
Cameron is so hard it looks painful. The tip of his cock glistens in the moonlight, and his balls look swollen and full.
I rouse myself and roll out of Fraser’s arms, crawling across the blanket towards him like a cat.
“No,” Cameron says, leaning back. “Go away.”
It’s such a hilariously Cameron thing to say in the middle of sex that I can’t help laughing. “I don’t want to go away.” I wrap myself around him. “It’s your turn.”
He lets me wind my arms around his neck. “You should rest.” He levels a glare over my head. “They practically snapped you in half. You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll massage it out of her,” Fraser says cheerfully. “As penance.”
I have to hide my smile. Cameron’s so kind underneath his grumpy exterior. It just makes me want him more. “What do you want?” I coax, tucking closer. He makes a low rumble as my hair brushes against his face.
“That was more than enough. Watching that. You’re…” His jaw works like he’s struggling to get the words out. “You’re…very beautiful.”
My blush could steam vegetables. Cameron isn’t good at talking. The fact that he makes the effort for me anyway is a bit dizzying.
“What do you want?” I repeat in his ear, flashing him the bright smile I know he hates.
He glowers, but his eyes dart to my hand resting on his chest. The little gems on my nails sparkle in the moonlight.
It takes me a few seconds to put it together. “Cameron,” I say slowly. “Do…you want a handy?”
Even in the darkness, I can see the red touching the tips of his cheekbones. Oh my God. He does. I laugh out loud. I just had the most ridiculous, acrobatic sex ever, and Cameron just wants me to whack him off with my expensive manicure. “Cameron,” I purr, “that is so immensely doable.”
“You don’t need to—” he starts, but the words die in his throat as I drop my hand to cup one of his sensitive balls.
His entire body tenses. I start to play with them, squeezing lightly, curling my hand under the heavy weight.
When I give one a gentle tug, he makes a strangled noise that shatters through the silent hush of the night.
I kiss his cheek, feeling unbearably fond. This man.
“Careful,” Fraser says, flopping tiredly back on the picnic blanket to watch. “You’re very potent, and we do need him.”
“Aye,” Alec says calmly, wiping his hands. “I’ll be upset with you if you kill my best shepherd, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” Fraser protests.
“You never get up on time.”
I ignore them both, focused on Cameron as I curl my fingers around him.
I stroke him slowly up and down, enjoying the feel of his velvety skin in my palm.
There’s a glimmer of pre-come beading on his head, and I can’t resist bending down to kiss it off.
Cameron makes a punched-out noise. When I look up at him, every muscle in his body is tense. He’s shaking slightly.
My God. This massive, solid man is shaking because of me. The thought is so hot it makes me feral. I twist my thighs together.
Cameron, of course, notices. With one swift movement, he yanks me onto his knee. I gasp and can’t help myself from rocking against his thigh before I register the rough scar tissue.
“Your leg,” I manage through the dizzy soup of my thoughts. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll tell you if it hurts,” he grumbles, dragging me higher up onto his thigh and dropping a hand between my legs. My breath starts coming in tiny pants as his calloused thumb swirls in tight circles.
A breeze flitters over the loch as I stroke him.
I find that when I twist my hand at his base, he can’t help grunting softly, so I do it over and over and over again, until his chest is heaving and he’s twitching desperately in my palm.
He pulls me even closer, so our bodies are moulded together.
A streak of my arousal glimmers against his leg.
Jesus. How is it possible I still need to come? I swear I was a normal level of horny before I met these men. They’ve unlocked something in me.
“God,” Alec murmurs from the sidelines. “So needy. You’ve already come twice tonight. But you still need more, don’t you?”
“Mate,” Fraser says conspiratorially. “I’m gonna need you to stop with your sexy dirty-talk voice, it’s getting me hard again.”
Alec looks amused. “I’m not talking to you.”
“Yeah, well, my dick doesn’t know that, does it? We just had a three-way, and now you’re next to me growling like a bear.” He flashes Alec a luminous smile. “You should aftercare me, man. Don’t want me feeling like you just used me for my fit body and massive dong.”
“Fine.” Alec finds a bottle of water in the picnic basket and drops it unceremoniously onto Fraser’s lap. “Drink that. And please rest assured your massive dong is not my favourite thing about you.”
“Anything you say, boss,” Fraser flirts back.
I tune the two of them out as I rock over Cameron’s leg. His green eyes are fixed on mine so fiercely that I can’t look away.
“They suit you,” he says gruffly as he rubs me towards a peak. “The nails.”
I laugh breathlessly, squeezing him. “Yeah, so you definitely have a hand kink.”
He shakes his head. “Just like pretty things,” he says. I flush. “I like all of it,” he says in my ear like a confession.
“What?” Blood is rushing in my head. I fight to keep my strokes even.
“All your pretty shit,” he says. “I like your nails. And your clothes. I like your shoes, even if you can’t walk in them.
” He kisses my neck, and my breath shakes.
“I like how you use all of those wee pots of creams and perfumes and sprays. Like how sweet it all makes you smell. How soft it makes you feel. I like that you put that shimmer on your lips twenty thousand times a day.” His voice lowers.
“Makes me want to get you more,” he admits, and my heart thumps.
“Makes me want to get your nails fixed and buy you nice things. Watching how pink you get when you have something nice”—he rubs his cheek against mine in a move so oddly tender I can’t breathe—“gets me hard. Makes me happy.”
I gape at him, overwhelmed. It’s probably the most I’ve ever heard him speak in one go. “Cameron…I…”
“And it’s okay,” he mutters, “that you like it. Anyone who tells you it’s not isn’t worth listening to.”
I just stare at him, my throat thick. My hand stutters. I feel like I’m about to snap.
“Come, then, princess,” Cameron says quietly, upping the pace. “Show me something pretty.”
I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. It feels like I crack open as the release pours hot and fast through my body.
Gasping, I tilt my head back, watching the starry sky above me smudge into a melt of starlight and deep, dark velvet.
Cameron makes a broken noise, holding me as I gasp through the throes of pleasure.
“So pretty,” he says quietly, stroking a bit of hair out of my face. “You’re…” He can’t find the word and nuzzles my cheek instead. I feel him twitch desperately in my hand. He’s right on the edge.
“Come on me,” I pant. “Please. I want you on me.”
He groans as he spills over me. His hot come streaks across my stomach and chest in stripes of creamy froth, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut as I feel it spatter my overheated skin. I like it. I like feeling messed-up and dirty. After years of trying to be picture perfect, it feels almost taboo.
When Cameron stops shaking, he presses his forehead to mine, breathing me in. I tangle a hand in his hair, panting. Come and sweat sticks our skin together.
“Jesus,” Fraser says faintly, turning to Alec. “Do you feel all hot and weird too?”
Alec pats his shoulder soothingly. “Look at yourself,” he orders me.
Obediently, I look down at myself.
I’m an absolute mess. There’s pearly come dripping across my stomach and my thighs.
My hair feels like a bird’s nest, and there’s probably makeup and tears all down my cheeks.
Alec leans closer, swiping a finger over the mess on my belly.
He holds it to my lips, and I lick it off. His eyes haze over.
“Look at you, Summer,” he says again. “Look at what you do to us.” He sounds almost angry. Like he can’t believe it himself.
“I didn’t try to do anything to you,” I say. Cameron tightens his grip on me protectively.
“No,” Alec says softly. “You didn’t have to try at all.” He kisses my temple. “Let’s get you sorted, sweetheart.”
The men clean me up quickly. Fraser dips napkins in the icy loch water and sweeps them over my skin, Cameron finger-combs twigs and crumbs out of my tangled hair, and Alec bundles me up in blankets. When I’m warm and dry, I curl between them and look up at the sky.
The stars are so bright here away from the haze of city lights. They sparkle down at me with a kind of diamond-pure clarity a phone camera could never capture. My throat tightens as I watch them glimmer.
I don’t know how I’m going to leave Lochview.
I feel…different than when I first came here.
In these wild hills, with these wild men who don’t expect me to pretend, I feel like the younger, brighter, sparklier version of myself that I once tried to bury is stirring.
It’s a part of me who was once too soft and odd for the world, but might be just right up here.
And I think I could actually like her.