Highland Trinity

by Catelyn Cash

  Cam cupped her face in his hands, scrutinizing her, his expression wary. “I make love with Rob every morning. It’s one of our favorite times.”

  She lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eye. “I felt…excluded.” There, she’d said it. They could pack her off to the loony bin now, but she couldn’t help the way she felt.

  “You were in the shower.” Cam looked puzzled. “Rob was desperate to join you, but I stopped him. I told him you needed some space.”

  “That was thoughtful.” Even through her sniffling she heard the bite in her voice.

  “What do you mean?” he sounded bewildered.

  “You didn’t stop to think how I would feel? Last night I did things…things I’ve never done with any man, let alone two. And then this morning, when I would have welcomed some reassurance that I’m not a slut, you two wait till I’m gone. Then you’re all over each other.”

  “No! God, no, Mhairi. It wasn’t like that.” Cam looked horrified, whether by her words or her stupid, stupid tears, she had no idea. “This is my fault.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I held back, and I held Rob back. Rob wears his heart on his sleeve. I was worried you might regret last night and that he might get hurt. He’s outside now braining gulls with stale toast because he thinks you’re having second thoughts. He would have been all over you this morning. Trust me. I was the one who stopped him. I thought I was giving you some space. I’m sorry if I hurt you or read things wrong.”

  She sniffed pathetically. “So it would have been okay for me to get in the shower with you?”

  “Okay? It would have been a dream come true.” He tilted her head so she had no choice but to look at him. “Never doubt that we want you, Mhairi McLeod,” he said gently. “We wanted you last night and we want you even more today. This isn’t just a one-night stand for us.”

  “I know. It’s a holiday romance.”

  His gaze slid away, masked by his long lashes. “How about we take it one day at a time for now? But I have to say if I’d known you were going to feel like this, I swear I wouldn’t have let you out of my sight this morning. I’d have jumped you there and then.”

  “Well then.” She managed a watery smile. “Let’s call Rob, and you can prove it to me.”

  Cam shook his head. “He’ll come when he’s ready. But I need you right now. I need to know I haven’t messed things up between us.” Still cupping her face, he kissed her. “I need to make things right.”

  He needed her right now? Raw excitement burst through her. “Won’t Rob mind?”

  Cam roamed his hands over her hair, down her body, and he kissed her throat until her breath caught. “If he minds, this relationship isn’t going to work,” he said raggedly.

  Mhairi tugged his shirt out of his trousers and unbuttoned it at speed. “What do you mean?” She savored the masculine beauty of his chest before running her hands over his taut muscles.

  Cam backed her up against the counter, his fingers working clumsily on the buttons on the front of her dress. “I mean Rob and I trust each other. And we hope you will come to trust us the same way.” Giving up on the buttons, he simply yanked the straps down her arm, exposing her breasts to his avid gaze and sending buttons flying all over the kitchen. “No bra?”

  “No underwear at all.”

  His grin would have given the devil goose bumps. “I like the sound of that. In fact, from now on, I’d like to insist on it. Oh, and I owe you a dress.” He brushed the undersides of her breasts lightly with his fingers. Although he hadn’t touched them directly, her nipples jumped to attention, and she shivered in delight. “Later, with your permission, I’m going to fuck your tits, just slide my cock slowly backward and forward between them till I come. But right now…”

  He spun her around and bent her over the worktop, lifting her skirt. She felt the cool air on her bare bottom while he worked at his belt, freeing himself. “Rob isn’t going to mind that I’m fucking you right now,” he assured her. “We want to be a threesome. Not have a threesome. Does that make sense?”

  No, but nothing was making sense today. She heard a rustle, knew he was putting on a condom. Remembering the size of his cock, fear and anticipation shot through her.

  He grabbed her hips, holding her steady, as he pressed his penis against her pussy. Then all she knew was the sweet shock of him sliding into her. Yes, he was huge, but she wanted all of him. Spreading her legs wider, she arched her back and tilted her bottom, reveling in the way his big cock stretched her to the limit.

  Cam groaned. “God, you are so wet and tight. Being inside you feels fantastic, but I don’t want to hurt you. We’re going to take this steady, okay?” And he continued his slow, relentless glide of pleasure.

  Mhairi panted, her body straining to take every exquisite inch. Once he was in as deep as he could go, he began to move, and she braced her elbows on the counter. Every thrust of his hips pushed her forward and brought his heavy balls in contact with her clit. When he drew back, she fought the sense of loss even as she savored the delicious drag of flesh on flesh and anticipated him sliding back in. The pleasure built swiftly, and she squeezed her pussy muscles around him to let him know how good it felt.

  “Sweet fuck.” Cam’s voice was hoarse. “If you do that again, I swear I’ll get down on one knee and propose to you right now.”

  Mhairi laughed throatily and gave herself over to pure sensation.

  Chapter Seven

  Cam took hold of a hank of her long, red hair, and it felt like a silken rope in his hand. Gently, he tugged her head back toward him so he could reach the sensitive skin at the base of her throat, and bit down. Mhairi moaned and squirmed ecstatically, and she lifted his free hand to press it against her breast.

  “Fuck me, Cam,” she begged, her voice husky but still intensely feminine. “Forget gentle. Just fuck me, please.”

  Piercing, primal desire shot through him at her words, and he drove himself deeper, trying to remember why he was taking it slowly. Dimly, part of him registered that he shouldn’t be this turned on. Not after the number of orgasms he’d had last night. Not after he had already come once this morning with Rob. Normally Cam prided himself on his self-control, but Mhairi’s quivering, passionate response to his every touch, the feel of her soft, pliant breast in his hand, was messing with every control mechanism in his body.

  When her orgasm hit, her cunt closed around him, a velvety glove that squeezed his entire cock with an intimacy no hand could hope to rival. Sweat broke out on Cam’s forehead, but he kept up his steady pace, fighting against the most primal urge any man could know, determined to give her the orgasm of her life.

  Mhairi, it seemed, had her own view on this. She twisted her head to look back at him. “Come with me, Cam,” she said, and with her desperate plea, his control went to hell. One more thrust brought him to climax with a speed and violence he had only ever known with Rob. The earthy, raw sounds of his breathless exhilaration filled his ears as his mind shut down and his body took over, convulsing in a thunderous, seemingly endless explosion of pleasure.

  Afterward Cam used all his remaining strength just to stay upright, and he sagged over her, supporting his weight on the counter with one hand, his other arm holding her close while he kissed her shoulder, damp and salty with sweat.

  “I take it she still likes us?” said Rob from the doorway.

  “Well, she likes me.” Breathing heavily Cam slipped out and allowed her skirt to fall back into place.

  “Maybe I should see if she likes me,” said Rob hopefully.

  Shakily, Mhairi straightened up. Apparently she was too dazed to notice her breasts were still bare, and neither man felt the need to tell her. “Actually I could do with a break,” she admitted.

  Rob’s face fell. “Of course.”

  “But there is something…” Shyly, she glanced from one to the other.

  “Name it,” said Rob at once.

  She took a deep breath. “I’d like to see the two of you together. Wi
thout having to hide, I mean.”

  Cam looked at Rob and saw his own delight mirrored there. “You mean it? You want to watch us make love?”

  She nodded, and Cam realized she had absolutely no idea how sexy she looked: tousled, unkempt, her hair wild, her dress half-undone, her breasts still exposed.

  Cam looked from Mhairi to Rob and felt something inside him begin to unravel, something he normally kept coiled up safe and tight and hidden. Hope. Maybe this was going to work out between them after all.

  Before anyone could change their minds, he grabbed hold of Rob’s hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. “You too,” he ordered Mhairi. “But you leave the dress exactly as it is. Better still, take it off.”

  In the bedroom he sat on the bed and swiftly began to undo Rob’s trousers. It didn’t take long, even with Rob’s frantic, fumbling help.

  “Let me—”

  “No. I can do it.”

  Mhairi was laughing by the time Rob was naked and standing between Cam’s legs. Cam beckoned her closer and patted the bed, inviting her to sit beside him. All the while, he stroked Rob’s cock which, not surprisingly, was hard as steel. “You are serious about this?” he asked her.

  Her gaze followed his moving hand. “Yes.”

  “Okay then.” With a wink at Rob, Cam closed his mouth over Rob’s cock. Mhairi’s eyes were as big as saucers. Cam could see her out the corner of his eye as he unself-consciously licked his way up and down Rob’s shaft, lapping at his balls. Closing his eyes, giving himself over to the pleasure of his task, he dug his fingers into Rob’s buttocks. Despite his orgasm just minutes before, he felt his cock begin to rise.

  Something brushed his face, and he opened his eyes. Mhairi was stroking his cheek, tracing the bulge of Rob’s cock. Cam looked up at Rob, saw he too was watching, eyes alight with excitement. He allowed Rob to slip from his mouth and sucked on Mhairi’s fingers for a moment before turning his attention back to Rob with slow, luscious licks.

  Rob’s fingers had been stroking Cam’s hair, but both men stilled as Mhairi, gaze still fixed on Cam’s mouth, sank to her knees beside them. Her lips were now inches from Cam’s, inches from Rob’s groin. Cam caught Rob’s eye, saw his delight as Mhairi too began to lick him, tentatively at first, then with growing enthusiasm.

  Within seconds they were both sucking and kissing, kissing Rob’s cock, kissing each other. First Rob was in Cam’s mouth, then in hers. And Rob loved it, his cock longer, thicker, harder than Cam had ever known it. Greedily Cam took him deep, sucking him down and, not to be denied, Mhairi licked Rob’s balls. Rob’s movements became more and more frantic as he drove himself in and out of Cam’s mouth.

  “Fucking hell, you guys!” He groaned until with a roar he pulled out and his hot, salty cum splashed over both their faces.

  Mhairi competed with Cam to lap it up. And then he was licking her face and they were all three laughing and kissing as Rob sank down on his knees to join them.

  * * * *

  The next few weeks flew by. The trio visited distilleries, the two men buying up casks of whisky they planned to have bottled with their own label to serve in their restaurants. Mhairi went everywhere with them, driving them home when they had succumbed to temptation and sampled too much of the merchandise. In between these trips they enjoyed fishing and hunting and great food.

  And sex. Lots and lots of sex. In the lodge, on picnics in the forest, on the jetty, in the car. Whenever the fancy took them and the constraints of society allowed, they indulged themselves freely.

  As the summer drew to a close, Rob desperately wanted to discuss the future with Mhairi, but Cam continued to urge caution. Frightened of rocking the boat and losing what they had, Rob reluctantly agreed. One day, though, Mhairi took a call from her mother that changed everything.

  They were enjoying a lazy breakfast in the conservatory when her phone rang.

  “Hi, Mum.” She poured herself some coffee and indicated she would take the call elsewhere.

  Rob nodded, and Cam stood up and began to clear the table.

  “Why? What’s happened?” Mhairi’s sharp exclamation drew their attention. “Hang on, Mum.” She put her hand over the phone. “Miss Lennox is leaving,” she said, sounding dazed. “I’ve got a job.”

  Rob glanced at Cam, who had gone back to clearing the table, but Rob detected a new tension in his shoulders.

  “Congratulations,” Rob said, though the word stuck in his throat.

  Mhairi still looked dazed. “Thanks,” she said, and Rob wondered if she seemed less than thrilled or if it was just wishful thinking on his part. “Excuse me.” Picking up her coffee, she carried it out the room and went back to her phone call. “No, I’ll be finished here long before that,” Rob heard her say. He turned to Cam only to find he too had slipped out. Looking for Cam, he saw the breakfast tray dumped on kitchen table and the back door open. He found Cam walking down by the loch.

  Rob fell into step beside him. “We need to tell her.”

  “What?”

  “How we feel, of course.”

  “Do we? Maybe if she was still looking for a job at the end of the summer, we could have persuaded her to stay with us a bit longer. But you heard her. She’s not going to give up her dream job.”

  Personally Rob wasn’t so sure it was still her dream job. “We’re not necessarily asking her to give it up.”

  “No?” Cam shot back. “Remember what she said when we started this? She doesn’t want anyone to know about the three of us. How on earth will she be able keep a relationship like ours a secret? On an island that has one road?”

  “She said that because she thinks this is just an affair. She might feel differently if she knows how serious we are, that we want to marry her.”

  Cam shook his head. “We won’t just be asking her to marry us. We’re potentially asking her to give up everything.”

  “Not necessarily—”

  Cam stopped abruptly and turned to him. “Do you seriously think her family will welcome us with open arms? Two of us?” he snapped.

  “Maybe they’ll just be happy that she’s happy,” said Rob.

  “And maybe they won’t.” Cam shook his head again, sadly this time. “We’re asking a lot. Maybe too much.”

  They were asking a lot, but the way Rob saw it, they had no choice. “At least if we ask and she turns us down, we’ll know we tried.”

  The look Cam gave him was both exasperated and indulgent, and it annoyed the hell out of Rob. Cam’s “I know best for both of us” attitude was always guaranteed to get his back up. “We both know what this is really about,” said Rob, taking the bull by the horns. The indulgence left Cam’s face, as did every other expression. He closed down so completely Rob almost backed off. But he was sick of this limbo. “Don’t we?” he challenged.

  Cam’s green eyes flashed a warning. A warning Rob ignored. “Sometimes we have to open ourselves up to the possibility of rejection, Cam. Especially if the prize is worth it.”

  “Is that so?” Cam said coldly, and he turned toward the loch. He stooped to pick up a handful of stones, which he launched into the water with short, angry jabs.

  Rob knew if he touched him now, Cam would shrug him away. His lover was the strongest man he knew, but sometimes Rob just wanted to wrap him in his arms and tell him everything would be all right.

  “Stop it,” said Cam, his back still to him.

  “Stop what?”

  “Psychoanalyzing me. My family rejected me, and I’m worried the same thing will happen to Mhairi? So? Is that so wrong?”

  Cam rarely talked about his split from his family, but Rob knew it had been rough. He couldn’t let the past potentially ruin their future, though.

  “Of course it’s not wrong.” Cam had run out of stones and was staring out over the loch with his shoulders hunched against the world, hands stuffed in his pockets. Inviting rejection, Rob slipped his arm through Cam’s, and after a second’s resistance, Cam let him. “But we’re n
ot giving her a chance. And we’re not giving us a chance. Do you really want to walk away without knowing?” Rob asked softly.

  Cam drew his hand out his pocket and slipped it into Rob’s. “You’re right. We’ll ask her. Just not yet, okay? We’ll pick our moment.”

  * * * *

  When the moment came, Cam had gone to Inverness to meet with a distant relative unearthed by his family tree research, leaving Rob and Mhairi alone for the night. They spent the evening competing to see how many times they could make each other come. Right now they were in bed, Mhairi on top, impaled on his cock, her hand pressed to her belly as she laughingly tried to gauge just how deep inside her he penetrated. She was naked, sweaty, and so gloriously uninhibited it struck Rob just how far they had come in the past few weeks.

  “Is this the first time you’ve done it like this?” he asked.

  Eyes closed, she ignored him as first she rocked her hips, then rolled them, playing with the depth and angle of penetration. Rob thought he could die happy right now if only he could take this image with him to the afterlife: her long red hair tangled, and her perfect breasts moving to a rhythm he would never tire of watching. And all the time her pussy caressed him, slick and tight and hot.

  A faint, persistent noise drew his attention, and half turning his head, he saw the laptop on the bedside table blink to life, the symbol of a telephone and Cam’s image flashing on the screen. Rob reached blindly for it, reluctant to tear his gaze away from Mhairi.

  “Leave it!” she commanded, and he laughed.

  “It’s Cam. I’m sure he’ll want to know just how much we’re missing him.”

  Mhairi squeezed her pussy hard on his cock, and he laughed again as he accepted the call.

  “Rob? Mhairi?” said Cam.

  Mhairi had begun to circle her hips, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock, her eyes still closed in private pleasure. The wet lips of her cunt slid over his balls, bathing him in her slippery juices. No amount of sex with Cam could ever produce a sensation quite like it, and with all his focus on the delicious spot where their two bodies joined, he could barely string two words together. “Hi, Cam.”