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  “Maybe,” Rob whispered back. “The TV’s on, so maybe not.”

  Cam winked. “I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he said loudly before continuing in a whisper, “I’m not going to hold back, even if she is watching. Especially if she is watching. If she is really going to join us, she needs to know what we do together.”

  Rob’s eyes glittered with excitement. “Talk’s cheap. But tell me anyway,” he said, loud enough to be heard by Mhairi if she really was there.

  “I’m going to fuck your sweet ass,” said Cam gruffly. “I’m going to fuck you till you can’t talk, can’t even think straight. But I’m not going to touch your cock, and I’m not going to let you touch it either. Not until you beg me.”

  Already hard as a rod, Rob thrust his hips upward, his eyes laughing. “Big talk,” he teased. “You know that once you’re inside me I can make you come in seconds. Then, when you’re helpless and weak, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to turn you over and ride you till you’re the one begging for mercy.”

  “Oh yeah?” Playfully, Cam nipped Rob’s lower lip before reaching across the bed for the lube they always kept handy. Rob’s eyes dilated in anticipation as Cam squeezed a generous amount, massaging it into his asshole, using his fingers to prepare him for what was to come.

  Rob sighed blissfully, the familiar sound going straight to Cam’s cock via his heart. He loved the noises Rob made during sex, and the idea that Mhairi might be listening added to the thrill. In fact, Cam was hoping she would be as turned on as he was.

  “She’s still there,” Rob whispered. “I can only see her shadow, but she’s definitely there. My God, I think she’s getting herself off. I don’t believe it!”

  Cam groaned. “I wish I could see.”

  “Her hand is definitely under her skirt. It’s too dark for me to see much, but hell, Cam!”

  Rob’s eyes were shining with excitement. Cam grinned down at him as, without further ado, he pushed Rob’s legs up and apart, dragging him close till he was pressing his cock against Rob’s asshole. He and Rob had been exclusive for so long they hadn’t used condoms for years. Cam had prepared Rob well, but he was so big there was still a moment’s resistance before he slid past the barrier and glided smoothly inside. For Cam, this was easily the best sensation in the world, and for a moment he forgot their audience as his eyes locked with Rob’s.

  Deliberately, Cam surged his hips, going even deeper, and Rob cried out.

  “That’s it,” urged Cam, giving him time to adjust. “As loud as you like,” he whispered, lips pressed to Rob’s ear. “Remember, we’ve got an audience.”

  Rob wrapped his legs around Cam’s waist and writhed in ecstasy. “I hope so. Fuck that feels good. Your cock feels so good in me!”

  With Rob urging him on all the way, Cam picked up speed.

  OH. MY. GOD. Never in a million years had Mhairi imagined gay men doing it like that, in the missionary position. She’d kind of imagined them on their knees giving blowjobs or getting it doggy-style, but watching Cam and Rob on the bed was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Up until a few minutes ago they had been talking and laughing, which had intrigued her almost as much as seeing them touch each other. For her, sex had normally been a series of grunts from Gordon, then a long-drawn-out groan as he came, but this was a different league entirely.

  The room was dimly lit, but she could see what they were doing. Cam’s muscular buttocks clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, his powerful arms rippling with the effort of supporting his body as he slammed repeatedly into Rob.

  The sound of slapping flesh and Rob’s inarticulate cries filled her ears. Rob’s legs were around Cam’s waist, binding them together, and he was urging Cam on. From what Mhairi could see, Cam didn’t need much urging.

  “Fuck, I love your cock in me. Fuck me harder. Harder! Give me more!” she heard Rob beg.

  Oh God! Mhairi almost came there and then. She had two fingers inside her, three, and it still wasn’t enough. It still didn’t match what her body was telling her either of those two huge cocks would feel like.

  “Is this hard enough for you?” Cam growled.

  Mhairi clenched her muscles around her fingers, desperately trying to pretend it was a cock inside her, but of course, there was no comparison. A whimper of frustration escaped her, and she clamped her free hand over her mouth in horror. If the two men heard anything, they didn’t stop. In fact from where Mhairi stood, it seemed they ramped it up. She could clearly hear the loud slap of Cam’s balls against Rob’s buttocks. Rob was grunting now as each thrust forced the air from his lungs, and she could picture his stiff cock gliding between two hard bellies, slick with sweat and precum.

  Rob now had both arms around Cam, and they were kissing. They were still kissing when Rob’s orgasm hit, and he tore his mouth away, his powerful body lifting off the bed; a cry of pure pleasure ripped from his throat.

  Then Cam’s cries were competing with Rob’s, and she saw his back stiffen, his buttocks clench and stay clenched, knew he was shooting rhythmically deep inside his lover.

  That thought threw Mhairi over the edge too, and as her orgasm washed over her, she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.

  A few minutes passed before her legs stopped shaking and she trusted herself to walk without stumbling. She crept back to the sitting area and turned off the TV then tiptoed to her room, knowing this was only the first of many, sadly solitary, orgasms she was going to have tonight.

  * * * *

  Cam was up first and drinking coffee when Mhairi joined him at the breakfast table.

  “Sleep well?” he asked.

  “Mmmm.” Self-consciously, she busied herself pouring coffee, avoiding his gaze in case she somehow gave away the fact that she had spent the night with her ear to the wall listening to him and Rob make out like tigers. But when Rob joined them a few minutes later and brushed a hand affectionately over the back of Cam’s neck, she felt herself blush at the show of casual intimacy.

  Cam, as ever, missed nothing. “Rob, you’re making Mhairi uncomfortable.”

  “Don’t be silly,” she said quickly. “Please don’t change your behavior because of me. You’ll soon see that I blush at everything.” Like thinking of you two fucking. “It’s been the bane of my life.”

  Today was Monday, the day she officially started work. By the time breakfast was over and they had packed, the hired car was waiting. Looking from the car to the rush-hour traffic, Mhairi felt all lustful thoughts vanish, to be replaced by incipient panic.

  “Everything okay?” asked Cam.

  “Yes, fine,” she lied. The car was big, much bigger than anything she had driven before. How on earth was she going to park something that size?

  Rob was stowing their bags, but Cam was watching her with a shrewdness that unnerved her almost as much as the car did. “Do you mind if I drive?” he asked casually.

  She licked her lips. “Isn’t that what you’re paying me for?”

  “It is. And we’ll need you soon enough, especially when we visit the distilleries. But as Rob will tell you, I’m not the best passenger.”

  “He’s a real backseat driver,” agreed Rob. “Trust me. Within five minutes you’ll be tempted to drive off a bridge just to shut him up.”

  “Well, if you really want to…” Knowing she had been let off the hook, Mhairi slipped gratefully into the backseat.

  “I take it there’s not so much traffic where you come from?” Cam guessed.

  “We have one road that goes all the way round the island. And one that goes across, but that’s always blocked by sheep, so no, not so much. I’m a good driver though,” she added hastily. “Maybe not so hot in traffic, but I’ll be fine once we get out of the city.”

  With Cam driving, Rob talking nonstop, and Mhairi pointing out the sights, the big car ate up the miles, but still it was late afternoon before they arrived at their Highland destination where the men had rented a hunting lodge as a base. A hunting lodge tha
t could easily have passed for a small castle.

  Rob caught her look. “We prefer our privacy when we’re away from home. Hope you don’t mind that it’s out of town?”

  “Of course not,” she said, wondering if their desire for privacy had something to do with their noisy sex life. “Do you always rent somewhere so huge?” She looked around her in awe.

  “What can I say? We like our comfort. And look at that view.”

  They turned as one and did just that, and even Mhairi, born and bred in the Highlands, had to admit it was breathtaking. Behind the house was a forest of tall, majestic Douglas firs while in front, the well-kept garden sloped down to a sparkling blue loch with a private jetty. The unpredictable Scottish sun was shining, reflecting the stunning view in the still waters of the loch.

  Mhairi waited until Rob and Cam had chosen a bedroom before selecting her own, deliberately going for a room at the opposite end of the house lest she be tempted to eavesdrop on their rowdy lovemaking every night.

  She didn’t bother to unpack, but sticky from traveling, had a shower and changed into shorts and a halter top. Her legs didn’t tan no matter what she did, and she was normally too self-conscious to wear shorts, but of course neither of her employers would be looking at her legs.

  Heading down to the kitchen, she came to an abrupt halt as she glanced out of the window and saw Cam on the jetty, removing his clothes. Her jaw dropped as he stripped naked and dived smoothly into the loch.

  “What are you looking at?”

  Rob had come into the kitchen, and she spun, snapping her mouth shut so hard her teeth clicked. “Just the view,” she said, moving swiftly away from the window. “Coffee?”

  “Great, thanks. Did you find a room?”

  Mhairi’s hands were shaking so much as she filled the kettle, she splashed water all over herself. Icy cold, but not cold enough to cool her down or clear her mind of the image of Cam’s naked body, seen not in shadow like last night, but in full sunshine. Maybe because she didn’t want her mind cleared of the image. Maybe she wanted to store it away and replay it in the privacy of her own room later tonight and quite possibly every night for the rest of her life.

  “Mhairi?”

  She had forgotten Rob. She had to keep him away from the window and the knowledge she had been ogling his boyfriend. His naked boyfriend. “A room? Yes. Yes thanks, I did. It’s upstairs.”

  “Upstairs? Must have a great view.”

  Not as great as the one from that window.

  The kitchen was well stocked, but Mhairi couldn’t find what she needed and began opening and closing cupboard doors randomly looking for mugs. Ah, there they were on the top shelf. Standing on tiptoe, she reached for them.

  “Let me get those.”

  Rob was right behind her. Like, right behind her. His hard body brushed hers as he easily reached over her head. It was the briefest touch imaginable, but still it sent a jolt of electricity all the way to her toes.

  Apparently oblivious to the affect he had on her, Rob placed the mugs on a tray. “You get the cream. I’ll look for spoons. Have you seen Cam?”

  Not only had she seen Cam, she had yet to recover from seeing him. With her entire body still tingling from Rob’s touch and an image of Cam in her head, she felt a rush of molten heat to her pussy and clenched desperately, trying to relieve the growing ache there. Working on autopilot, she pulled the fridge door open, welcoming the blast of cool air in her face. The same cool air had an unfortunate effect on her nipples, though, especially with her top wet. Looking down, she saw them, pushing pebble hard through the stretchy material of her top. How she wanted to rub them. Or have Rob rub them—

  “Mhairi?” said Rob, no doubt wondering what was so absorbing in the fridge. She grabbed the cream and closed the door. Rob was right behind it, and she saw him go still as he spotted her nipples, which were, admittedly, pretty hard to miss. She was only glad he could have no idea just how wet her knickers were.

  “Cam? He’s…um…he’s…” Rob’s eyes darkened, and he took a step toward her, as if he was going to…as if he was going to…

  Rob took the cream from her hand and set it on the counter. Then to her amazement, he kissed her on the lips. It was light, undemanding, yet she was so fired up she almost came on the spot. When he broke off, he searched her face for a moment, checking her reaction. Good luck with that, she thought numbly, because she had no idea what her reaction was. She was still staring at him when, apparently satisfied with what he saw in her face, he dragged her against him and kissed her again.

  Mhairi’s first thought was that for a gay man, he wasn’t a bad kisser. Next moment, though, as his tongue slipped into her mouth and his arms went round her waist, she reassessed that thought. He wasn’t not bad; he was downright talented. The touch of his lips sent a current of pure pleasure shooting along every nerve in her body, leaving a feverish flush in its wake. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and she relished the contact. In fact, it wasn’t enough contact. She needed more. Forgetting where she was, she wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and returned the kiss with enthusiasm.

  Until she heard the sound of a door opening somewhere in the house.

  Sanity returned with a rush, and she tore her mouth away. “What are you doing?” she demanded, conveniently forgetting she had been doing it too.

  Rob was completely unabashed. He was breathing heavily, eyes glittering. “Kissing you.”

  “But you’re gay!”

  “Bi. I think we told you that.”

  “But…but Cam,” she said desperately as the full horror of what they had just done hit home.

  Rob was looking pleased with himself. “Cam will be okay with this. Trust me.”

  Was he insane? Didn’t he know how much Cam loved him? Or did he just not care? Before she could say another word, a voice sounded behind her.

  “Cam will be okay with what?”

  Chapter Four

  A chill went through her, and she turned to see Cam in the doorway, wearing his jeans and nothing else. Barefoot, he was carrying his T-shirt and shoes. Water streamed from his dark hair, but he ignored it as he took in the scene before him. Belatedly Mhairi remembered she was still in Rob’s arms.

  She pushed free, but of course it was too late. “Nothing,” she mumbled unable to meet his eye or Rob’s. “It was just a misunderstanding.”

  “What kind of misunderstanding?” Cam asked. “Rob?”

  This had to be the single most shameful moment of Mhairi’s life, and she couldn’t defend herself because what they had done was indefensible.

  “I kissed Mhairi,” said Rob, finally sounding a little sheepish.

  Yes, he had, but Mhairi couldn’t let him take the blame. She remembered how she’d felt catching Gordon with his new girlfriend, and she didn’t even love Gordon. This would destroy Cam. “It was my fault,” she said quickly.

  Cam ignored her but glared at Rob. “I thought we agreed to wait.”

  “I know. But look at her, Cam. Look at her in those shorts. And that top. How could I resist?”

  What? Mhairi’s gaze darted from one to the other.

  Cam shook his head in what appeared to be exasperation and crossed the room in three long strides. Roughly elbowing Rob out of the way, he put his hands on Mhairi’s shoulders, gaze searching her face.

  “He’s unbelievable. Really crass. I’m sorry if he upset you,” he said.

  “Aren’t you angry?”

  “Are you?” he asked carefully.

  Was she? It had to be the best kiss ever, and even now, faced with all this excruciating awkwardness, she couldn’t regret it. In fact, she might envy Cam for the rest of her life, knowing he could kiss Rob anytime he wanted. “Not angry, no, but we shouldn’t have done it, and I promise we won’t do it again.”

  “Didn’t you like it?” Cam frowned. “He’s a great kisser.”

  For a second Mhairi wondered if she had somehow dropped into an alternate univers
e. She couldn’t work out if Cam was annoyed she had kissed Rob or annoyed he thought she hadn’t liked it. “I…”

  “Try this then.” And to her utter disbelief, Cam kissed her too.

  Mhairi was so stunned, for a moment she didn’t react. But when his tongue found hers, arousal, which had been thoroughly beaten down by embarrassment, roared up from her core and turned her into a mindless, trembling wreck. His skin was wet from his swim, but she didn’t care. Rob was standing two feet away, but she didn’t care about that either. Pressed against Cam, her already hard nipples tightened even more.

  Just as suddenly, that kiss too ended. Rob beamed at her while Cam studied her face carefully, gauging her reaction. Both men had very obvious erections.

  Mhairi swallowed and looked from one to the other. “Would someone please tell me what is going on?”

  Gently, Cam led her to a chair and sent Rob to get her a drink. “I’m sorry this has happened so fast. The plan was to get to know you first and gradually lead into it if things worked out. Rob, as usual, had to jump in feet first.” He shot his lover a disapproving look.

  “Lead into what?” she asked, at the same time silently chanting, don’t look at their erections; don’t look at their erections.

  “Us. You and us.” Rob poured three glasses of wine, one of which he handed to her.

  Cam glowered at him but softened his look when he turned back to Mhairi. “Mhairi, the truth is we like you. We both like you. A lot. In fact we hope you might be open to getting to know us better.”

  This had to be the weirdest conversation Mhairi had ever had, but something warmed inside her. They liked her? These two hot men liked her well enough to kiss her like that? And kissing her gave them hard-ons like that? Well, well. Flattered but still freaked out, she gulped some wine, her gaze darting from one to the other. “Define getting to know you better?” she asked, determined not to make a fool of herself if she was reading this wrong.