Highland Trinity

by Catelyn Cash

  “You okay?” asked Cam.

  Mhairi changed the tempo and began to bounce. “Very okay,” Rob confirmed. “Oh God. Don’t stop!”

  “Don’t stop what?”

  Rob ignored him. “I’m going to come! Fuck!”

  Cam caught on quickly. “Show me,” he ordered, his voice deepening in excitement.

  Rob tried to remember how to switch the call to video, but in truth there was only one part of him functioning and it wasn’t his brain. He tried though, hand sliding ineffectually over the keyboard. And all the while Mhairi continued to bounce.

  “Cam?” she called happily. “Rob’s busy.”

  Mesmerized by the movement of her tits, Rob struggled to speak. “He wants to see us.”

  She stopped mid bounce. “He wants what?”

  Her momentary stillness returned some motor functions, and he reached again for the laptop. “He wants to watch us. Just let me—”

  She knocked his hand aside. “Don’t you dare!”

  “Rob? Rob, what’s going on?” demanded Cam.

  Rob reached again, but Mhairi squeezed her thighs around his. He opened his mouth to protest, but she locked gazes with him and squeezed her internal muscles too. Hard. A shudder of pleasure so sweet it was verging on pain tore through his entire body. “I don’t think Mhairi wants you watching,” he told Cam.

  “Mhairi? Mhairi, sweetheart, let me see you,” Cam said, and Rob could hear wheedling in his voice. “Rob and I do this all the time when we’re apart. Hell, sometimes we do it from the next room.”

  “Then you and Rob are a pair of perverts,” she said primly.

  Rob laughed. Her bashfulness was in sharp contrast to the brazen wantonness of the woman who was sitting on his cock. Mhairi didn’t seem to find any humor in the situation. Her eyes narrowed, and she reached behind her, trailing her fingernails lightly over his balls, and he stopped laughing.

  Cam was still pleading. And now, yes, begging. Rob’s gaze never left Mhairi. “Cam? I don’t think she’s buying it.”

  “Rob? You do it then. For me. I’m begging you. You’re bigger than her. Tougher than she is.”

  “She’s got my balls.”

  “What?”

  “She’s. Got. My. Balls. And my cock…my God…”

  “What about your cock?” Cam was sounding ever more frantic.

  “You have no idea what she is doing to me. Seriously. I think she might just kill me with pleasure.”

  Mhairi squeezed his balls gently, confirming she was the one in charge, and Rob gasped. She rose up on her knees, almost but not quite releasing his cock, and her smile was pure sin as she drove herself down on him before repeating the movement. The shocking intimacy of watching his cock disappear inside her, while at the same time feeling the intense pleasure, was indescribable. It was more than he could take. Cam forgotten, Rob grabbed her hips and rammed up into her, two thrusts, three. His balls tightened, his cock jerked, and then one blinding, white-hot pulsation followed another as his orgasm exploded from his body into hers. Rob’s throat was raw with savage cries long before the racking, shuddering pleasure finally released him.

  Mhairi climaxed too. Her orgasm was less noisy but no less violent. Her bottom lip clamped between her teeth, she tried in vain to hold back the mewling animal sounds that were forced from her throat as she rode the waves of pleasure, while the deep contractions of her inner muscles milked him dry.

  When her shoulders finally slumped and she gasped in a breath, Rob reached for the laptop and turned on the video. Mindful of the fact that his cock was still inside her, he was careful to keep her off the screen until he had her permission.

  Cam’s face filled the screen. “Have you any idea how fucking turned on I am right now?”

  “Show me,” Rob said, and Cam did. As his lover’s familiar cock, thick and hard and very needy, sprang into view, Rob winced. “That looks downright painful.”

  “It is. Are you going to do something about it?”

  “Of course I am. My hand’s on it now. Can you feel it?” Rob said soothingly. Rob watched Cam’s hand close around his cock on-screen.

  “Yes,” Cam grumbled. “This better be good.”

  “It will be. Now what about my mouth? Can you feel my mouth? My tongue licking your balls?”

  Mhairi had retreated to the far end of the bed, out of range of the camera. “You want him to lick his own balls? He’s not a contortionist!” She giggled.

  “Hey, have some sympathy. You should see the state he’s in.” Rob half turned the screen toward her.

  She squealed and pressed a pillow to her face.

  “Mhairi’s too shy to let you see her,” said Rob, “but she’s sucking on her tits. Bring them over here, baby, and let me do that for you. God, she’s got a dildo. Where did you get that?”

  She came out from behind her pillow, eyes wide with outrage. “I have not!”

  “Geez, you should see the size of this thing, Cam. It’s making me feel inadequate.”

  “Tell me,” said Cam, his hand working faster.

  “Stop lying,” shrieked Mhairi.

  “She’s taking it all. Fucking hell, this woman is amazing! That’s right, baby, in and out. Fuck yourself. Hard! Yes! Like that.”

  Mhairi threw a pillow at him. It landed square on his cock and made him yelp. “You’re a terrible liar.”

  Cam grunted, and Rob knew that sound well. He turned back to the screen. “That better, lover?”

  “Yeah, but I think I’m going to need a new laptop. Would someone please tell me what’s going on? Has she got a dildo or not?”

  “Not!” yelled Mhairi.

  “You will have tomorrow,” vowed Cam, “because I’m personally buying you one.”

  “In the Highlands? On a Sunday? Not a chance. You’ll have to go all the way back to Edinburgh,” she scoffed.

  Eventually Mhairi deigned to speak to Cam but only after she’d pulled a T-shirt over her nakedness and he swore he had trousers on. Ten minutes later they said their good nights.

  “Happy?” Rob asked, drawing the sheet over the pair of them.

  “Mmmm.” Sleepily she snuggled into him. “Do you think Cam will really buy a dildo?”

  “Oh, I should think so. He was pretty turned on by the idea. As am I, I might add.”

  “Three cocks? What am I going to do with three?”

  “Who says it’s for you?”

  She punched him, though with very little energy. “You know, he’s only been gone a day, but I miss him. He’s not as loud as you, not as demanding. But it’s quiet without him.”

  “Yeah, he kind of grows on you,” said Rob fondly. “We manage our schedule so that we’re hardly ever apart.”

  “Must be nice to be together so much.”

  “Do you mean that?”

  She sighed sleepily. “Of course I mean it. You and Cam are great.” Then, so softly he almost missed it, she added, “I’m going to miss you guys.”

  Rob wrestled with his conscience. He knew he should wait for Cam, but was he ever going to get a better chance than this? “What if you didn’t have to leave?”

  “Of course I have to go,” she mumbled. “You only need me for another week.”

  Not true. They needed her for the rest of their lives. Excitement built inside him at the thought of presenting Cam with a fait accompli. “I don’t mean the driving. What if you come with us when we go home?”

  She propped herself on her elbow to look at him. ”Does Cam know you’re asking me this?”

  His conscience prodded, but he ignored it. “Of course. He wants you to stay with us as much as I do.”

  “Stay and do what?”

  Marry us. The words were in his heart, ready to tumble out, but now his conscience stopped prodding and delivered a solid kick. This was in effect a marriage proposal; how could he do it without Cam? She was waiting for his answer. “Well, the sex is great. Are you ready to give that up?”

  Something flickered in her eye
s. “The sex?” she said, and her voice had gone curiously flat.

  “You know it is.”

  “Yes. I do know. It’s supposed to be great. We’re having a fling. We would have stopped before this if the sex wasn’t great.”

  “So what do you say?” Used to having the gift of the gab, Rob had the horrible feeling he wasn’t doing too well this time.

  She reached past him and put the light out. “No, Rob. I can’t stay.”

  “But—”

  “Good night, Rob,” she said with a finality that told him he should have waited for Cam.

  Chapter Eight

  Mhairi couldn’t sleep.

  Why did he have to bring up this harebrained idea, make her think about things that were best not thought about?

  She would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about keeping the affair going for a while, maybe arrange to meet up any time they came back to Scotland; but that was all it had been. A fantasy. It just wasn’t practical.

  Yes, she would miss them, but a million little things reminded her every day that they were a couple. Even if she did tag along for a while like some kind of sex groupie, their threesome would eventually fizzle into awkwardness and they would, gently, no doubt, suggest it was time she went home.

  And what about her job? The school needed a teacher in place at the start of the term. If she turned it down, they would find someone else. Teaching on St. Colm had been her dream for so long she couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

  How could I settle down to teach in a village school for the rest of my life after knowing the thrill of fucking Cam and Rob all summer?

  That thought brought her up short. For a moment she pictured herself telling her folks she was turning down the job and taking off to America instead. They’d be delighted; her mum in particular wanted her to travel, to broaden her horizons—although Mhairi suspected broadening her horizons with two bisexual millionaires who liked to share wasn’t quite what she had in mind.

  She’d have to lie to them, lie to everyone. And when the affair was over and she came home, she’d have to lie every time she was asked about her time in America.

  She couldn’t do it. No way could she do it. And yet…and yet…pain squeezed her heart when she thought of giving them up.

  She slept badly. Rob too, going by the shadows under his eyes the next morning. After breakfast he took himself off for a walk, so they had barely spoken more than ten words to each other by the time Cam came home around noon.

  He bounded into the house, a gift-wrapped box under his arm. “Hi, honeys, I’m home!” He kissed Rob’s cheek and then Mhairi’s before noticing their lackluster welcome. “What’s up?”

  “She said no,” said Rob miserably.

  “Ah.” Cam put the box on the coffee table.

  “You know it’s not practical, Cam,” she said, appealing to his common sense.

  “Why not?” His blunt question surprised her.

  “Seriously? They won’t keep my job open.”

  “That’s your only reason for turning us down?” he asked carefully.

  What other reason did she need? “I’ve got to think about the future.”

  “The future?” Cam frowned at Rob. “What exactly did you say to her?”

  “I didn’t want to propose without you being here.” Rob now sounded defensive.

  “Propose what?” Mhairi asked.

  Cam gave Rob a look Mhairi had seen before. She had seen her mum look at her dad like that. Her dad didn’t like it any more than Rob seemed to.

  “Marriage.” Rob sighed.

  She looked blankly from one to the other. “I don’t get it. Who’s getting married?”

  Cam crossed the room and linked fingers with Rob. “This isn’t quite how I pictured us doing this,” he said, “but Mhairi McLeod, will you marry us? Say yes and you’ll never have to worry about your future.”

  Her gaze darted from one to the other. “Marry who?”

  “Either of us,” Cam said. “It doesn’t matter. But make no mistake, whatever it says on the certificate, we come as a package.”

  “Marry you?” she repeated, checking she was hearing right.

  Cam’s smile was sweet and sad. “Mhairi, we know what we are asking is unconventional, but we want a wife, a family, maybe even one day, kids.”

  Despite the weirdness of the situation, her heart quickened. That was all she ever wanted too. But in her version a single, nongay husband had been a given.

  “We love you, Mhairi,” said Cam softly.

  “We both love you.” Rob’s voice cracked with emotion. He stood beside Cam, pale and anxious. They were still holding hands, and now she noticed their knuckles were white, they were gripping so hard.

  They were serious. Bloody hell, they were serious!

  “Where would we live?” she heard herself ask and couldn’t believe it. It was crazy, right? Crazy to ask a question as if she was even considering this.

  They swapped a look, and she knew she had surprised them too. Hope blossomed on their faces, and they both straightened up. “Anywhere you like. We don’t care as long as we’re together.”

  Not on St. Colm. She couldn’t imagine bringing the relationship they were suggesting to the island.

  And she couldn’t imagine living her life anywhere but St. Colm.

  Reality returned with a crash. “I’m sorry,” she said and watched their hope die. “I can’t.”

  * * * *

  A wedding was always a major event on St. Colm, and wedding guests packed the normally quiet passenger ferry to the island. Mhairi knew most of the passengers, and the journey passed in no time as she caught up with old friends or met their spouses and children for the first time. Even Gordon, a distant cousin of Catriona’s, put in an appearance. Mhairi ignored him, though once she had pointed him out to Rob and Cam, she caught Rob giving him the evil eye.

  She had found the past week an incredible strain. Although they were all still sleeping together, things just weren’t the same. The easy banter Mhairi had come to love was gone, and she missed it.

  What Rob and Cam had asked of her was impossible on so many levels. She’d had her life planned out forever, and her plans all revolved around St. Colm. Turning her back on her home was unthinkable, as was bringing two husbands to her island.

  When the ferry docked, most of the islanders were there to meet it, her parents included.

  Mhairi hugged her mum and dad and introduced her employers. Everyone shook hands and made small talk. While Mhairi knew neither Cam nor Rob would do anything to embarrass her, she was nervous, hyper alert to every comment, every nuance. She had to keep reminding herself that her parents couldn’t possibly know what she had been up to these past few weeks.

  No one knew. So why was her mum looking at her like that?

  Rob had a talent for defusing tension, even if the tension was all in Mhairi’s head. Cheerfully, he linked arms with her rather bemused parents as they walked to the car, chatting about the journey, his general impression of Scotland, and his first, tactfully glowing impression of St. Colm.

  “You okay?” asked Cam quietly, falling into step beside her. “You look pale.”

  She felt pale. Mhairi wanted nothing more than to slip her hand into his, to take the support and sympathy she knew he was offering, but her mum glanced back, and self-consciously, she inched away from him instead. Her mum stopped and waited for her, her expression speculative, and Mhairi’s nerves increased. She had never been able to hide anything from her mother, but boy, did she have to hide this.

  “Gordon was on the boat,” Mhairi volunteered. It worked. Reassured that her motherly instincts were still intact, her mum made a very unmotherly comment about “that boy” and stopped treating Mhairi like a puzzle she had to solve.

  They arrived at the car where her dad and Rob waited. “Cam and Rob are here to see the distillery,” Mhairi said unnecessarily, as she had already explained that on the phone.

  “They make
a fine wee dram,” said her dad. “You’ll be sampling it at the ceilidh, after the wedding?” he asked the men.

  The thought of her two lovers mingling with her friends nearly brought on a heart attack, but of course, Mhairi knew she couldn’t make them stay in the hotel when the whole island was partying.

  “We’re looking forward to it,” said Rob genially.

  “This might be the last time you get to enjoy it.” Her dad paused dramatically, looking at Mhairi. “The distillery is up for sale.”

  “It is?” This was the first she’d heard of it, and her eyes widened in shock.

  “And the castle,” he said grimly. “You’ll find there’s a fair few changes afoot, lass.”

  They had reached the car now. “I’m afraid there’s been a problem with the hotel,” Mhairi’s mum told the men. “I don’t know how it happened, but they only booked one room and unfortunately the hotel is full, what with the wedding and everything.”

  “That’s not a problem,” said Cam graciously, avoiding Mhairi’s eye.

  “Och, don’t be daft. We’ve a cottage on the croft that we rent out in the summer, and luckily it’s empty at the moment. The pair of you will stay there.”

  While Mhairi had palpitations at the thought of having them so close, she could hardly say no. Once they had dropped Cam and Rob off, she didn’t see them again for a while. In fact she barely had time to change and get to the church for the wedding, after which she faced such a round of catching up and answering questions about her two Americans, she didn’t have a minute to herself.

  Later, as she helped her dad set up the chairs in the church hall for the ceilidh, he filled her in on the news that the elderly laird hadn’t bothered to pay his tax for the past few years but had taken up with a woman a quarter his age, and now everything was being sold off to pay the tax man. Wedding guests setting out the food added wry detail to the tale, but though everyone treated it lightly, Mhairi knew the situation was deeply unsettling for everyone. The distillery, along with fishing and hunting, provided most of the island’s employment and income. Without jobs, people would leave, as had already happened on several neighboring islands in recent years.