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  They had kissed her. She could distinctly remember tongues. And now the scenario involved cocks. Difficult to misread a hard cock.

  “In every sense,” Cam said. “I hope we are already friends, but”—he shot Rob a quick glance before plunging on—“we hoped we—as in all three of us—might eventually become lovers too.”

  Lovers? All three of them? His words sent a warm, wet rush to her pussy. So not the correct response for a nice, well-brought-up girl from the islands. Shock. Outrage. Stuff like that would be good. Not arousal, though. Certainly not this sudden, knicker-drenching, tummy-clenching thrill. As all the moisture in her body departed south and her wits simply departed, she grabbed for what she could and went with outrage. “You want me to sleep with you? Both of you?”

  Rob practically bounced from foot to foot with impatience. “There won’t be much sleeping.”

  “Rob!” snapped Cam. “Can’t you see she’s upset?”

  Upset? Was she? Biting her lip, Mhairi looked at the two men. They kept to their side of the table as though giving her space. Cam still hadn’t put his shirt back on, and the sight of his sculpted muscles and ripped abs made it kind of hard for her to think straight. Oh, and that impressive bulge in his jeans didn’t help either. Her body still burned from their kisses, and her nipples had stayed hard throughout the whole bizarre exchange, while her pussy…well, her pussy really needed some attention.

  But she couldn’t get her head around what Cam had said. The two hottest men she had ever met wanted her?

  Mhairi had no illusions about herself; she was plump and ginger. The boys hadn’t exactly come flocking to her door. But then, where she came from, there hadn’t been any boys like Cam or Rob.

  She swallowed. “Are you serious?”

  “He is rarely serious,” said Cam. “I am rarely anything but. But yes, definitely serious.”

  An image flashed into her head, Cam and Rob last night, limbs entwined, writhing on the bed. “Where would I fit in?” she asked and then blushed at the double entendre.

  The pair exchanged a glance she read as hopeful. “Between us. On top of us, anywhere you like,” said Cam quickly. “We’d never ask you to do anything that made you uncomfortable.”

  Surely her cue to tell them this whole conversation made her uncomfortable. But Cam’s words bounced around her head, pushing everything else out. The image of sweating, naked, male bodies burned so hot, so vivid in her mind, she struggled to focus on anything else.

  “How long have you been planning this?” she asked, wondering if the room had really grown so hot or if it was just her.

  Cam seemed determined to give an honest answer to all her questions. “We’ve been on the lookout for a woman to join us for a while now,” he admitted.

  A woman? And just like that Mhairi’s excited bubble burst, leaving her glad she had held back, glad she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself by blurting out how much she liked them too. They didn’t want her; they wanted a woman. Any woman.

  Mortification sent heat flooding up her neck and made her sharp. “Is this what you do on your business trips? You pick up a woman in whatever country you happen to be in and pass her back and forth?”

  Both men looked appalled. “No!”

  “God, no! It’s not like that. We’ve never done this before.”

  But they expected her to believe she was different? So irresistible? Plain, ordinary Mhairi McLeod? Yeah, right. “Wouldn’t it have been easier just to lift the phone and hire someone for the duration?” she demanded, bitterness masking her hurt.

  “That’s not what we’re looking for,” said Cam sharply. “We don’t do one-night stands, neither of us.”

  No, they didn’t. They were a couple, and for a brief, flattering moment, she had forgotten that vital fact. But there was no escaping it now. “You gave me the job as your driver because you thought I was naive and gullible, didn’t you?” she demanded. “Poor little Mhairi, fresh off the boat. Can’t even keep her boyfriend and too fat to attract another. She’ll be desperate for a quickie. Or at least grateful.”

  “Don’t say that.” Rob sounded distressed.

  Cam sat down at the table and took her hands. She tried to pull away, but he held her. “Stop it, Mhairi. Don’t put yourself down like that. You are so beautiful. We truly have been looking for someone like you for a long time.”

  “To fuck?” she threw at him, glaring from one to the other. When neither of them replied, she wrenched her hands free and stood up. “Yeah, well the answer’s no. Thank God I didn’t bother to unpack.”

  Mhairi stormed out the door, only to come face-to-face with the open landscape and the still loch, and realized that her dramatic exit had been a tiny bit hasty, considering she had left her bag inside, and the lodge was in the middle of nowhere. She’d have to climb down off her high horse and ask for a lift to the station.

  Fine. But not yet. Fuming, she marched to the waterside, picked up some stones and began angrily hurling them into the water while she tried to figure out why she was so upset.

  Because she liked them. She liked them a lot, and she’d thought they liked her too. Well, they did but not in the same way. They’d liked her in a pervy, lascivious, three-in-a-bed kind of way. It was offensive. She sliced another stone viciously into the water.

  No more offensive than me fantasizing about what they do together. No more pervy or lascivious than me masturbating while sneakily watching the pair of them make love.

  The air coming off the loch had begun to cool, and she knew the midges would soon emerge to feast on her exposed skin, but Mhairi’s mind slid into tailspin. Why was she so upset that Cam and Rob wanted to have sex with her, when sex was all she had thought about since the moment she’d first laid eyes on them?

  Forced to face up to the truth, she groaned aloud. Turned out she wasn’t so much offended by their offer—just feeling daft for reading too much into it.

  Her anger dissipated as she acknowledged that she could hardly blame Cam and Rob for her mistake. They were a couple, for heaven’s sake; even if they did like her, they were only offering her the role of extra in their bed.

  It all boiled down to two things; they wanted to have sex with her, and she wanted to have sex with them. Was that so terrible?

  Two men at once?

  Yup. Pretty terrible. But pretty hot too.

  Okay, she knew why it was hot. But why terrible?

  Because nice girls don’t do things like that.

  Maybe she wasn’t a nice girl then?

  If it got out, if her friends or anyone back home found out what she had done, she would die of shame.

  They were in a hunting lodge in the middle of the Scottish Highlands with no neighbors for miles. Who was going to find out?

  A breeze began to blow in off the water, the cool air tightening her nipples. She had never been so aware of her nipples before. Or any part of her body. Certainly not the sexy bits. And certainly not as aware as she had been this weekend. Curiously she slipped her hand under her top and tweaked her nipple. Pleasure shot through her, all the way to her groin, connecting with every cell in between. A pleasure that intensified when she remembered the way Rob had gazed at her breasts.

  She turned and looked at the house, excitement and trepidation warring inside her. Could she do it? Could she walk back in there and have sex with two hot, gay men? Sandwiched between them. Two cocks, two mouths. Four hands.

  Yes. Yes she could.

  As long as she remembered it was just sex. She needed to keep her emotions well out of it. They couldn’t even call it a holiday romance in the accepted sense because Cam and Rob had the romance bit pretty much sewn up. Mhairi had no more than a bit part to play.

  A bit part in some pretty memorable sex.

  Chapter Five

  Rob had tried a dozen times to apologize, but all Cam did was silently squeeze his hand. Rob knew he’d blown it. Cam had told him to leave things to him, and as usual he hadn’t listened. But it was
impossible to explain to his lover just how he felt about Mhairi. The only other time he’d had such an instant connection to anyone, it had been Cam himself.

  The door opened, and Mhairi came in, her cheeks flushed and her long hair tangled by the wind. She looked wholesome and sexy and just so perfect Rob felt sick for what they had lost.

  She took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m in.”

  Cam and Rob exchanged looks.

  “You’re in? For…?” asked Rob cautiously, not daring to get his hopes up.

  Her cheeks were burning. “For what you said. Sex. With the pair of you. But I warn you now,” she added fiercely, “this is just between us. If anything we do here ever gets out, if either of you tells anyone, I’m going to kill you.”

  “Gets out?” Cam sounded aghast at the very idea.

  “You’re in?” said Rob. “You mean it?”

  Her face glowed as red as a sunset, and she looked half-ready to bolt, but she nodded. “I mean it. I’ll be your fling.”

  Rob’s rising excitement stalled. A fling? Would it make things better or worse if they told her they wanted more than that? He glanced at Cam, who shook his head slightly, and torn, he looked back at Mhairi. She was staring at them with such a mix of panic and excitement, he knew Cam was right; they had known each other for two days. Way too soon for a heavy relationship talk.

  “Great,” he said. “And I can tell you right now, there is no way anyone will hear about what happens here. Not from us. Isn’t that right, Cam?”

  “Whatever you want, Mhairi,” Cam assured her. “And only what you want. Remember that. We don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.”

  Mhairi offered a weak smile. “It’s okay. I’m not pressured. Embarrassed. Amazed I’m even contemplating this, but not pressured. Look, I’m sorry I flipped out before, but you caught me by surprise. I am up for it, though.”

  Rob glanced at Cam. His lover was looking at Mhairi with an expression so transparent and filled with hope that for a second, Rob forgot to breathe. It was in that moment that he realized Cam did understand Rob’s connection to Mhairi. But life had kicked Cam in the teeth before, and he hadn’t dared let himself believe this would work out.

  Well, Rob had enough hope for everyone. His happy laughter broke the tension and he grabbed them by the hands and tugged the pair of them toward the door. “Come on.”

  Mhairi hung back. “What, now? You want to do it now?”

  “Honey, I’ve wanted to do it since I saw your photo. You’re not going to make me wait, are you?”

  “No, but…but…”

  They had reached the bedroom, and Rob pushed her gently down onto the bed, then threw himself exuberantly down beside her. This was not the time for talking. This time when he kissed her, he put everything into it, and though he knew she was still nervous, it worked. Slowly she began to relax and then to respond. When he slid his hand under her top and gently cupped her breast, she whimpered softly and arched into him. Rob murmured his appreciation, feeling his cock swell.

  “Your top is going to have to come off.” Even as he said it, he was tugging the stretchy material over her head. She didn’t resist. In fact, glory be, she helped him. Soon she was lying on the bed, her beautiful breasts uncovered, and despite his urgency, Rob was forced to stop and admire them.

  Mhairi lay very still, her gaze darting from one man to the other. The feverish flush on her cheeks could be arousal or self-consciousness, but as far as Rob was concerned, she had nothing to be self-conscious about. Her breasts were large and firm, her nipples a gentle rose pink that perfectly complemented her pale skin. Right now those nipples were tight as little pebbles.

  Rob grinned at Cam. “Isn’t she gorgeous?”

  Cam was still standing by the door, but Rob could see the longing in his eyes. No matter how rich Cam was now, no matter how successful, after the way his family had treated him, Rob suspected there was a part of him that would always anticipate rejection, and his heart went out to Cam. Dropping his head, he nuzzled Mhairi’s breast and suckled her nipple, doing what he had wanted to do for so long, and at the same time hoping his actions would draw Cam closer.

  Mhairi moaned and squirmed, moving her legs restlessly. Rob slid his hand down her body and coaxed her legs apart, finding her hot, wet center even through her shorts. His cock lurched appreciatively.

  “I could suck on your tits all day, but I need you to be naked, okay?”

  Her eyes were huge as she nodded. Rob barely waited for her permission but swiftly undid her shorts and tugged them down along with her skimpy, white panties. Her pubic hair was a gleaming thatch of spun red-gold, and he stared at it in awe.

  “Have you ever seen anything like this, Cam?”

  “Never.”

  Gently Rob cupped her pubic bone with his hand and eased his fingers into her warm, wet femininity as he once more bit down gently on her nipple.

  Mhairi was gazing at Cam, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and Rob felt his lover draw closer as though pulled by a cord. Cam stopped at the side of the bed, and Rob used his teeth on her nipple, drawing tiny sounds of pleasure from her parted lips. He wanted Cam on the bed with him, but he knew Cam would do things in his own good time. That didn’t mean Rob had to wait.

  Still sucking on her nipple, he spread her pussy lips for Cam to see. Cam groaned, and encouraged, Rob slipped a finger inside her.

  Mhairi arched her back and cried out.

  “Going too fast, partner,” Cam said softly.

  Rob let go of her nipple and raised his head to look at her. “Am I?”

  She seemed dazed, but she shook her head. Her gaze was fixed on Cam. “Jeans,” she whispered.

  “You want me to strip?” said Cam.

  She nodded.

  “You want me naked?”

  Rob knew what Cam was doing: making sure Mhairi was totally on board with this. As she lay naked on the bed, allowing him to play with her pussy, Rob liked to think they were pretty much all on the same page, but Cam took nothing for granted. In fact Rob looked forward to watching Mhairi learn just how thorough the other man could be. Gently he rolled her clit between his fingers, stealing back some of her attention.

  She whimpered, and her eyes lost focus for a second. “Take your clothes off,” she pleaded. “At least one of you. Please…”

  Cam unzipped while Mhairi and Rob watched. “She’s wet for you, Cam,” Rob encouraged him. “She’s already so aroused.”

  Cam tugged his damp jeans down, freeing an even more impressive erection than usual. “Feeling pretty aroused myself.”

  “What do you think of his cock, Mhairi?” Rob beamed. “Ever seen anything like it?”

  “Never.” She eyed it nervously, and Rob could tell she was wondering if she could take it all. He knew that feeling; he’d had it himself the first time he’d seen it. He nipped her ear and reassured her. “It’s a stretch, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

  “Mhairi’s seen it before, haven’t you?” Cam spoke softly.

  Her blush traveled all the way down her chest. “You knew I was there last night? I’m sorry…I…I didn’t mean…”

  Cam laughed and lowered himself onto the bed. “We knew. Did you like what you saw?” he asked, beginning to nuzzle her neck and throat. “Did it turn you on to see us fuck each other?”

  She nodded, face flaming.

  “It turned us on too, knowing you were there.” Cam nipped the base of her throat with his teeth. “Did you bring yourself off?”

  He continued nuzzling and nipping while he spoke, and Rob fingered her pussy, enjoying the exchange between them. Cam’s cock was jutting hard and proud from his thighs, and as always when he saw it, Rob felt his balls tighten in excitement.

  For Mhairi, admitting to masturbation seemed a step too far, because she closed her eyes before whispering, “Yes.”

  Rob caught Cam’s eye, and they both laughed.

  “You are so going to do that again,” said Cam to Mhairi. “Only this time
we’re going to be right beside you.”

  “You’re going to watch me…touch myself?” Her voice was little more than a shocked squeak, but her legs were shifting restlessly, her hands clutching at the bedspread. She was close to losing it, the idea of an audience apparently a real turn-on.

  Rob slipped another finger inside her, and with an inarticulate sound her thighs clamped around his hand and she ground herself against him, panting.

  “She likes the idea of us watching her, Cam. So do I. Come for us, Mhairi. Let yourself go.” He stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb, and that was it. She cried out, eyes closed, her face a mask of pleasure, her entire body tensing before, with a whimper, she sank back down onto the bed.

  Cam kissed her cheek. “The first of many,” he promised. “All you have to do is lie back and let us take care of you.”

  Rob skipped off the bed and stripped while two pairs of eyes followed his every move.

  He was naked in seconds, his cock as big as it had ever been. Mhairi stared. “All for you,” he assured her. “Cam’s too.” He laughed at her expression. “I think I like you looking at me like that. Am I turning you on?”

  “He talks a lot during sex,” Cam said drily. “It takes some getting used to, but at least you know you’re doing it right.”

  Rob had worked his way down the bed and now eased her legs apart again. “Come on, sweetheart. There’s no need to be shy. I want to make sure you are good and ready for us. Open for me.”

  She took some coaxing but eventually did just that.

  “Oh man,” Rob muttered happily and settled between her legs; he spread her pussy lips with his tongue in long, slow licks. Even though he was utterly absorbed with what he was doing, he listened to Cam talking to her.

  “Does that feel good?” Cam slipped his fingers down to her pussy and into Rob’s mouth. Rob sucked and licked eagerly until Cam drew them out and slid them into Mhairi instead. The sight was so erotic Rob felt his cock surge. He kissed Cam’s hand, kissed Mhairi’s pussy, kissed and lapped at them both. Cam was no longer talking, and soft sounds told Rob he and Mhairi were kissing. Imagining Cam exploring her mouth with his tongue, he pushed his own tongue deep into her pussy.