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  Cam never fantasized about other people when he and Rob were making love, but right now he couldn’t get Mhairi out of his head. He glanced over at the chair where she had been sitting a few minutes ago, imagined her still there, watching Rob blow him.

  He could picture her blue eyes widening with shock, but in his imagination she never looked away. In fact, she leaned closer, licking her lips as she watched him slide smoothly in and out of Rob’s hot, willing mouth.

  He placed his hand on Rob’s head, stroked his fingers through his hair, and wondered what it would be like to feel Mhairi’s long, silky hair instead. “Do you think watching us would turn her on?”

  In answer, Rob relaxed his throat and took him deeper, making a happy, mumbling noise that sounded like agreement. Cam pressed Rob’s head closer, moving his hips gently, pushing himself deeper into Rob’s mouth. “I liked her too. I’d love to see you fuck her,” he admitted. “Or maybe I’ll fuck you while you fuck her.”

  Rob made an inarticulate sound. His lips tightened, his mouth working hard while his hand moved firmly on Cam’s shaft. The next moment Cam exploded, shooting to the back of Rob’s throat.

  Rob grinned up at him, licking his lips. “Just promise me you’ll keep an open mind.”

  Chapter Two

  By the time Mhairi picked up her luggage and returned to the hotel, Cam and Rob had gone out. She phoned her mum to tell her she had a job.

  “What about Gordon?” her mum asked.

  Mhairi had been expecting the question. “Didn’t work out,” she said without going into specifics.

  “Good,” said her mum firmly. “That boy always did swim in the shallow end of the gene pool. Your dad and I think you’re far better off without him.”

  Mhairi knew that; her dad in particular had made his opinion of Gordon clear. The trouble was, Mhairi had her heart set on marrying someone from St. Colm, and eligible men were few and far between. Deep down, though, she had always known she and Gordon were not a good fit. Finding out the cheating lowlife he really was had just confirmed that. “I suppose I can wait till Iain Taggert grows up,” she joked.

  Her mum made a familiar, impatient noise. “You don’t have to live here, you know. There’s a whole world out there for you to explore. Anyway, tell me about your new job,” she said changing the subject on an old argument. “What’s your boss like?”

  “There are two of them. They’re Americans,” said Mhairi. “Two men. They’re doing the Whisky Trail, and they want a driver so they can sample the whisky as they go along. They’re looking for fancy foodstuffs for their restaurants. One of them has a Scottish grandfather and is researching his family tree.”

  Her mother snorted. “A driver? And they employed you?”

  “I can drive!”

  “So can your grandma. That doesn’t mean she should be allowed to. What are they like, then, these Americans?”

  “Rich and handsome.”

  “Oh?”

  “Down, Mum. They’re…spoken for.”

  “Both of them? Och. Well I suppose we’d have to wonder what was wrong with them if they weren’t.”

  Wouldn’t we just. “They’re way out of my league anyway.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well…” Mhairi sought words to describe Cam and Rob. Couldn’t find the right ones. Powerful, confident, handsome, intelligent, with exquisite taste? “I don’t think they’d look twice at someone like me.” Even without the whole we’re gay thing.

  “Stop that!” said her mum.

  “What?”

  “You know what. Putting yourself down. Not all men want ultraskinny supermodels.”

  “Not all men want red hair and a big bum either,” Mhairi pointed out wryly.

  “Your hair is beautiful, and the rest is just puppy fat.”

  At twenty-four, Mhairi doubted that, but this was another old argument and not one she wanted to get into again. After a few more minutes gossiping they said their good-byes, and Mhairi went exploring the suite before the men came back. It was the most luxurious hotel she had ever been in, and she poked around happily for a while, checking out—but not touching—the minibar and the luxury toiletries in the bathroom. The door to the master bedroom was open, and she sneaked a peek inside. A king-size bed dominated the room.

  For the first time, she wondered what her employers might do in bed. In fact what did gay men do, period? All Mhairi had to go on were jokes, innuendo, and her imagination. Fortunately her imagination was world-class.

  Two, incredibly fit men, one dark, one blond, lying on the bed. Naked? Bound to be.

  Cam had a muscular build without the off-putting bulk of a bodybuilder. Rob was more athletic but no less impressive. They would rub each other’s dicks. Maybe even suck each other off and then…and then…

  Shocked, she realized she was turning herself on. Quickly she spun from the doorway, knowing if her employers were straight and in steady relationships with women, she would feel icky imagining what they got up to in bed.

  Despite her internal scolding, Mhairi grew hot. Worse, her pussy felt slick and wet, inviting her touch.

  Too long neglected, she decided. She’d have an early night and do something about it, because if she got this turned on every time she thought about what her employers did when they were alone, she’d never be able to function.

  Unfortunately her mind still wandered along those lines when the door opened and Cam and Rob came in, Rob laughing and talking loudly. The arm Cam had around Rob’s waist looked more supportive than affectionate, and Mhairi suspected Rob was a little drunk. Both men wore jeans and T-shirts, and she didn’t miss the impressive bulge of muscle in Cam’s upper arms as he easily held his partner upright.

  “Hi.” Rob’s face lit up when he saw her. “This is a great city. I haven’t seen a man in a kilt yet, though. Can’t wait for that. Is it true that by law men have to be naked underneath?”

  Mhairi wasn’t sure what to say to that.

  Cam rolled his eyes. “Ignore him. Whisky and jet lag. I think I need to get him to bed.”

  “Maybe I should get you a kilt,” mused Rob, patting Cam’s cheek. “Is there a Lindsay tartan? I hope so.” He winked at Mhairi. “I’d like to see my man in a kilt.”

  “I definitely need to get him to bed,” said Cam. “Good night, Mhairi.”

  “Night,” she said softly, then stared at the closed door of their room. Cam in a kilt? Now that was something she too would like to see.

  Still watching the door, she wondered what was going on in there. Was Cam undressing him? Her pussy tingled, and she bit her lip. Thinking about what they were doing was all kinds of wrong; she had to get a grip.

  After going to her room, she showered, then slipped into bed. Switching off the light, she held her breath, listening. Could she hear muffled voices? Laughter? Yes, but the occasional silences interested her more.

  She was embarrassed to notice her hand on her breast, absently pinching her nipple. Not embarrassed enough to stop though. Did men have sensitive nipples? Mhairi had no idea. Gordon had preferred to get down to business without all that “foreplay crap.” Now she wondered if Cam and Rob sucked on each other’s nipples. Did they kiss? She had seen them hold hands, so probably. The image of those two hard mouths meeting made her shiver, and her legs moved restlessly on the cool sheets. She slid her hand inside her pajamas. Gordon used to touch himself while he waited impatiently for Mhairi to get undressed, and she’d taken her time, secretly enjoying watching him. Now she pictured Cam and Rob lying in bed, naked, touching themselves as they looked at her, getting turned on…

  Except they would hardly be looking at her, now would they?

  Okay, looking at each other.

  Wow, that was hot too. In her mind’s eye their kisses grew ever more heated, and now her imagination supplied two huge erections jutting from muscled thighs. Eager hands reached for each other, caressing and stroking. Mhairi rubbed her pussy, circling her clit, then changing the temp
o, moving more slowly before allowing two fingers to slide inside, going deep, coating them in even more hot, slick moisture before flashing over her clit once again.

  In her imagination, Rob rolled over and Cam knelt between his legs, his rigid cock in his hand. Rob lifted his bum, rising onto his knees and offering his backside to Cam. Cam grabbed his hips and…and…

  Her body tightened as an orgasm ripped through her. She dug her heels into the bed, hips lifting off the mattress, and clamped her thighs around her hand, biting her lip to hold back her cries.

  Lying in the darkness, she waited for her breathing to slow. Had they heard her? Were they next door, listening to her listen to them?

  Finally drifting off to sleep, Mhairi vowed to buy herself a vibrator before she left the city on Monday. If just thinking about her gay employers could have this much effect on her, she needed to be prepared.

  * * * *

  The next morning, Mhairi felt self-conscious around them, but of course Cameron and Rob, oblivious to her nocturnal activities, behaved perfectly normal. They had ordered room service, eating breakfast by the window to take full advantage of the fantastic view of the castle dominating the city from its position high on a volcanic rock. Their plans for the day included relaxation and sightseeing, and, keen to justify her presence, Mhairi offered her services as their guide. An offer they accepted.

  From the Scott Monument to the shops on the Royal Mile, she had plenty to show them, and in the evening they dined in a tiny restaurant owned by a friend from St. Colm. Considering Rob and Cam’s line of business, she was concerned it wouldn’t meet their high standards, but she needn’t have worried. The dessert in particular sent Rob into raptures.

  “Cranachan,” Mhairi laughingly corrected his pronunciation. “It’s a mixture of fresh raspberries, toasted oatmeal, whisky, and heather honey.”

  Rob sighed in bliss as he scraped his dish clean. “I’ve never tasted anything like it. Think they’ll give me the recipe?” Without waiting for a reply he scampered off, linked arms with a bemused waiter, and somehow talked his way into the kitchen.

  “He is such a flirt,” said Cam, echoing her thoughts.

  When Mhairi looked over, the dark-haired American was watching the doorway as if already hungering for Rob’s return. “Don’t you mind?” she asked.

  Cam shrugged. “What’s the point? It’s who he is. And I love who he is.”

  There was so much honesty in his voice, Mhairi actually felt herself blush.

  Cam smiled. “Sorry. I’m making you uncomfortable. I take it you’re not used to men talking about their feelings for each other?”

  “Not used to men talking about their feelings at all,” she admitted.

  Suddenly she heard her name. “Mhairi?”

  Looking up she saw a blonde winding her way between the tables. Mhairi jumped up to hug her. “Cam, this is Catriona, an old friend from back home. Cat, this is my boss, Cameron Lindsay.” Mhairi made the introductions, stressing her relationship to Cam, knowing Cat wasn’t listening. In fact despite being recently engaged to be married, her friend was staring at the American the way Rob had looked at his dessert.

  “I was going to ring you,” Catriona said, talking to Mhairi, still staring at Cam. “The wedding is on St. Colm in August. You will come, won’t you?”

  Mhairi glanced at Cam. “I’m working all summer. I’m not sure I can manage.”

  “That’s right. Your mum said you were doing the Whisky Trail.” Catriona beamed at Cam. “Of course you’ll be visiting the distillery on St. Colm then?”

  “There’s a distillery? Mhairi didn’t mention it.” Cam’s face was a polite mask.

  Actually Mhairi had almost said something about their local tipple but quickly rejected the idea. While the islanders believed their whisky was world-class, the distillery was so small and so off the beaten track, it wasn’t on the official Whisky Trail. Mhairi hadn’t wanted to mention it in case they felt obliged to go, and then, even worse, felt obliged to buy some even if they didn’t like it.

  “It’s tiny,” she mumbled. “I presumed you’d be going to all the big names.”

  “It’s a single malt. You’ll never taste a better whisky,” said Cat, her pride shaming Mhairi. “Of course we normally have a bottle or two tucked away under the bar, but I’m afraid we got a wee bit carried away toasting our engagement, and we haven’t had the chance to replace it yet.” She delivered this line with an air of genuine regret that didn’t fool Mhairi for a minute.

  “You don’t have a single bottle of St. Colm malt in the entire restaurant?” she asked skeptically.

  “Tragic, isn’t it?” said Catriona without missing a beat. Then she perked up. “I know,” she said to Cam as if the idea had just occurred to her, “why don’t you come to the wedding with Mhairi? We’re having a ceilidh. Lots of dancing, music, and food. You can taste the whisky there and experience some proper Highland hospitality.”

  And Catriona could do some matchmaking. Mhairi was going to kill her.

  Rob came back then, brandishing his recipe, and Cat’s jaw dropped at the sight of him. “That’s it. You’re all coming. You have to say yes.”

  “We’ll be glad to,” said Rob cheerfully, without bothering to check what he was agreeing to. “Won’t we, Cam?”

  But Cam was looking at Mhairi. “Not if we’re imposing.”

  “Of course not,” she mumbled, and it was settled.

  After a few more minutes’ chat, Cat set off to check on the kitchen. At the door she looked back at Mhairi and feigned a swoon. They’re gorgeous! she mouthed. Which one?

  Mhairi ignored her. “I’m sorry about that. You don’t need to come. I can make up an excuse.”

  “Don’t you want us to see your home?” asked Cam.

  Maybe she didn’t want her home to see them. The thought of explaining gay to her dad was enough to bring her out in a sweat. “It’s just so remote. It’s a lot of traveling, and then you’ll probably be bored when you get there. There’s not much to do.”

  “I don’t get bored easily,” said Rob, and that was that.

  Not long after, they made their way back to the hotel. Once there, Mhairi realized she wasn’t tired and decided to order some chamomile tea.

  Stifling a yawn, Cam mumbled something about jet lag and said good night.

  “I’m not tired,” said Rob. “I think I’ll stay up for a bit and keep Mhairi company.”

  “I’m not tired either,” said Cam meaningfully.

  Rob’s eyebrows went up, and his face split in a wide grin. “Ah. In that case lead the way. Night, Mhairi.”

  “Good night,” she said.

  The two men were such a huge presence, the room felt empty without them. Refusing to think about what they might be doing next door, Mhairi drank her tea looking out over a dark Princes Street. But she saw nothing of the historic view. Instead she saw Cam’s sexy smile, saw the truly excellent way Rob filled his jeans. Felt a tingle in her pussy and realized she had forgotten to buy that vibrator.

  Too keyed up to sleep, she turned on the TV and was flicking through the channels when she heard a noise. Thinking she may have disturbed them, she cocked her head to listen. The sound was repeated, a low moan of pure pleasure that set her skin prickling. Their bedroom door was ajar, open just a crack, and she dropped the remote on the chair and tiptoed closer, angling her head so she could see into the room. Rob was lying on his back on the bed. Naked.

  She froze in shock. His cock was rigid, standing tall, big, thick, and veined, rising from a nest of blond hair. Luckily he wasn’t looking her way because she was completely rooted to the spot. He was looking up at Cam, who walked into her line of vision just then. He too was naked, and his cock… My God! If Rob was big, Cam was huge.

  Mhairi heard the canned laughter of a sitcom on the TV behind her and tensed, terrified one of them would hear it, look over, and catch her. But their attention was only for each other. Cam said something that made Rob laugh.

/>   It was the same cheerful, good-humored sound Mhairi had been hearing all day, but Rob’s handsome face wore an expression she had never seen before. He was totally focused on Cam and radiated love and excitement. Mhairi knew she was intruding. Not because of their nudity—or not just because of that—but because of the depth of intimacy she could sense between them.

  She tried to move away, but her feet wouldn’t let her. So she watched Cam climb onto the bed, watched him take Rob in his arms, watched them kiss.

  Mhairi knew she should leave right then, go back to the TV, and turn it up loud to remind them they weren’t alone. But they would close the door. Still kissing, Cam reached for Rob’s cock and stroked it affectionately, and Mhairi’s pussy tingled as though she was the one being touched.

  Instead of leaving, instead of doing the decent, moral thing, she slipped her hand under her skirt.

  Chapter Three

  “Can she see us?” whispered Cam.

  “There’s a shadow,” Rob whispered back. “I don’t want to look in case we frighten her off.”

  “If we frighten her off, at least we know where we stand. I’m still not sure how you talked me into this.”

  “Because you want her too.”

  Cam wasn’t so quick to deny it this time. He liked Mhairi. He certainly hoped she was the one they had been looking for, but his very hope made him cautious. Someone had to stay grounded, and experience told him it wasn’t going to be Rob. “Even so, don’t you think it’s too soon for her to see us together?”

  “We’ll soon find out. I think she definitely likes us.”

  “Liking us and seeing us fuck are two different things.”

  Rob grinned. “I like you, and I’m going to fuck you. Don’t try to tell me your everlasting hard-on last night was just for me. You like fancy her just as much as I do.”

  Cam laughed, and he reached down between Rob’s legs. Rob made a grab for him too, and the next moment they were wrestling and rolling on the bed. Cam, the heavier of the two, easily ended up on top. Sitting astride Rob, he pinned his lover’s arms above his head and, leaning forward, whispered in Rob’s ear, “Do you think she can hear us?”