The second they were in the bedroom, Adam turned and kissed her, burying his hands in her hair as he tipped her head back, his mouth insistent. Amelia’s lips parted, she gasped for breath and arched towards him. She felt his tongue sweep into her mouth.
“There isn’t enough room for the three of us on the couch,” he said when he finally pulled back, and Amelia glanced towards the large bed, her skin tingling all over again when she realized what he meant.
She’d seen two men kiss before, in a movie, once. But that didn’t compare to watching Callum touch Adam’s face with his long, slender fingers, sliding back into his hair, pulling his head down so that Callum could reach the other man’s lips. It couldn’t possibly have prepared her for the sight of Adam’s eyes fluttering closed, and hearing his sharp intake of breath when Callum’s lips pressed against his. It was indescribably intimate, being this close to them, watching Callum lean forward, his hips pressing against Adam’s.
Adam’s hand came down, gripping Callum’s narrow waist, and Amelia heard him groan softly. She took a step forward, and touched Adam’s arm, she felt his muscles flex under her hand. He turned towards her, and pulled her against him, hips together. She could feel how hard he was against her thigh, and she looked up at him, eyes wide open.
“This is definitely something I did not think would happen,” he said, eyes scanning her face.
“No shit,” Amelia whispered.
“Me neither,” Callum said, his voice still holding a note of humor. He slid his hands up beneath Adam’s shirt. Amelia glanced at Callum, and he grinned mischievously back. She reached for the buttons of Adam’s shirt, leaning close to him so that she could press her lips against the hollow of his throat as she undid the first one, then the second, then the third, her fingers trailing through the hair on his chest as she pushed the fabric apart. She heard his sharp intake of breath as the tips of her fingers skimmed over his skin, and she saw Callum run his hands up Adam’s back, reaching up to push the fabric off of his shoulders as Amelia finished undoing the buttons. She saw the broad muscles of his shoulders flex under Callum’s touch, and she pressed her hands against his chest as she rose up on her toes to kiss him. She could feel his heart pounding just beneath her palm, and he groaned low in his throat as he gripped her hips with both hands, pulling her hard against him.
Callum moved around him, his red hair falling over his forehead as he slowly sank to his knees, reaching for the buckle of Adam’s belt. Adam slipped his hands under Amelia’s sweater as he kissed her, skimming up the curve of her sides as he pulled the garment over her head, tossing it to the side. Amelia heard Callum undoing Adam’s belt, but she only had a moment to think about what he was doing before Adam’s hands reached her breasts, his thumbs skimming over her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, and he reached behind her with one hand, snapping open the clasp and tossing the garment to the floor. She felt the shock of the cool air of the room on her bare chest for a moment before Adam’s broad, warm hands were there again, his mouth bending to hers, and she arched forward, pressing her breasts up into his hands, her body aching for him to keep touching her.
She felt his hips jerk, felt the vibration of his groan against her mouth, and she realized Callum had managed to get the rest of Adam’s clothes off. Adam was still kissing her, and she pulled away for just a second.
Callum was kneeling on the floor, his hands skimming down Adam’s naked hips, his hand reached the other man's hard, throbbing cock. He slowly wrapped his fingers around it. Amelia stared, her heart pounding, skin flushing hot with lust as she watched Callum lean forward, his lips sliding over the tip of Adam’s erection, and she felt the reaction in Adam’s body, the tensing of his muscles as Callum’s mouth began to move. She’d felt those reactions a dozen times before at least, herself, but it was something else entirely to feel him react to someone else. There was no jealousy, just a feeling of being incredibly turned on.
Adam kissed her again, his mouth hard and insistent against hers, and he fumbled with the button of her jeans, pushing them over her hips. Callum stood up, and then Adam picked her up, her legs automatically going around his waist as she kept kissing him, and he turned to carry her to the bed.
Callum was on the bed next to her when Adam laid her down, and he brushed her hair away from her face, stretching out next to her as he leaned down to kiss her. Adam trailed his lips over her collarbone, and Amelia arched her back as Callum ran the tips of his fingers over one breast, toying gently with the nipple. She felt Adam’s mouth slide down her stomach, his breath warm against her skin, and then over the peak of one hipbone. Her legs drifted open as he slid his hands up her thighs. She felt the warmth of his breath and the soft, teasing brush of his lips between her legs.
“You’re very wet already,” Adam murmured, his voice deep and husky, and Amelia’s hips arched, begging silently for him to keep going. Callum was still caressing her breasts, hand trailing from one to the other as he kissed her, and then his hand ran down her stomach and over her hip. He was the only one still wearing his jeans but that was about to change. She watched as he began to slowly unbutton them, the action somehow made the effect of Adam’s tongue's stroking between her legs all the more intense. He slid the zipper down slowly, and then stood up, pushing his jeans and boxers off together as Amelia watched, mesmerized.
She’d seen Adam naked many times now, and while it was a sight that never got old, she’d never seen Callum nude. She stared at his smooth, muscular chest, and let her gaze drift south. He was thick, and hard, and he grabbed his cock as she watched, lazily stroking the length of it until she licked her lips, a chorus of small whimpers and moans beginning to fall steadily from her lips as Adam increased the pace of his tongue.
Callum came back to the bed, kneeling next to her, and Amelia turned her head to the side. “Come here,” she whispered, her voice cracking with pleasure as Adam slid a hand up her thigh, his fingers sliding into her with exquisite slowness. He was keeping her on the edge, but she felt as if she might come apart at any moment. Callum came closer, as she’d asked, and she leaned forward until her lips brushed over the tip of him, and his head tilted back as he groaned. “Oh, yes. Yes, please,” he said, his voice hoarse, and Amelia opened her mouth further, letting him slide between her lips, her tongue running down the length of him.
Her hips arched as Adam began to make circles with his tongue, first slowly and then faster, and she began to lose her rhythm with Callum, stopping and starting as she moaned around him. Callum was breathing fast, his fingers tangled in her hair, and finally he pulled away, gasping. “I’m not going to last much longer!” he said, and Amelia touched his thigh. Then Adam pressed his mouth against her, his tongue moving faster and faster, and she felt a sudden wave of pleasure crash over her, her thighs tightening around Adam’s shoulders as the orgasm hit her. Callum watched her as she came, her back arching, sound after sound tumbling from her mouth, struggling to keep from touching himself as he watched her come.
Adam pulled away when she’d stopped shaking, and he glanced at Callum. That shared glance was all Callum needed and when Amelia turned to look at him, her eyes wide and pleading, he slid between her legs, stretching the length of his body over her, his hands on either side of her head. She arched up to kiss him, her lips brushing over his, and she felt his hips push forward, the hard, hot tip of him brushing against her. She was still aching, still wet, and she moaned against his mouth, her hips moving to meet him, and then he was sliding inside of her, thick and hard and everything she wanted in that moment.
It was a different experience than Adam. The latter was huge and imposing, his body dwarfing hers, but Callum was lean and angular, and she ran her hands over the straining muscles of his arms, the slope of his shoulders, feeling the differences. Adam knelt on the bed, and Amelia turned towards him, but he shook his head. “I want to watch you,” he said gruffly, his hand wrapping around his cock as he sat back on his heels, beginning a slow rhythm as he wa
tched Callum thrust slowly into her. Amelia moaned, feeling the tightening in her belly that signaled the beginning of another orgasm. Her gaze flicked back and forth between Callum and Adam, between Callum’s darkening eyes and tightening jaw as he tried to control his pace, and Adam’s lustful expression as his hand made long, slow strokes, his hips arching to meet his fist with every stroke. Callum glanced towards Adam as well, and Amelia saw the flash of desire on his face as he took in the view.
He began to thrust faster, his fingers curling into the sheets, and Amelia met him, her hips arching up, urging him on. Her neck arched, her head tossing as she moaned his name, and she gripped his arm with one hand, her hips bucking as she felt herself on the very edge, and Callum thrust all the way into her, his hips grinding hard against hers, and it was too much. She fell again, her mouth open, gasping as she arched up, and then Callum’s lips were on hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth, and his pace changed from measured to hard, driving into her as hard as he could.
“Oh, fuck,” Adam moaned, and Callum pulled back. Amelia glanced at Adam, and she saw the question on his face. She nodded, and then he was next to her, his cock brushing against her lips, and she opened her mouth, letting him plunge in, and she heard Callum groan above her.
She slid her mouth down on Adam once more, and she felt his whole body shudder. He fell forward, gripping the headboard, and she felt his cock spasm in her mouth. She gripped his hip with one hand, swallowing convulsively as he came, shaking and moaning above her, and in the next second she felt Callum lose his rhythm again, and then his hips bucked hard against her, and she felt his mouth against her shoulder as he convulsed. She lay suspended between the two men as they shuddered and moaned, her body still feeling the aftershocks of her last orgasm.
Chapter 22
Amelia woke the next morning, sandwiched between the two men, blinking and feeling as if she’d woken from a lucid dream. She’d slept with two men, at the same time. Two men, who it turns out, were also sleeping with each other. She shook her head. This wasn't in the brochure.
The light filtering in through the curtains woke Adam, and he rolled away from her onto his stomach. His eyes opening lazily as he turned his head towards her. It felt like a sleepy weekend morning, although Amelia knew it wasn’t late at all—Adam made sure light could get into the room in the morning, so he wouldn’t oversleep and start the morning chores too late. She, on the other hand, preferred to wake in total darkness.
Callum seemed to share her views on mornings. He’d been on his back, and he moved an arm over his eyes to block out the sun. “For god’s sake, Adam,” he mumbled. “Turn the lights off, will you?” His voice was thick and sleepy.
Amelia felt a sharp flutter in her stomach as she realized how much she enjoyed hearing it. She’d miss that, she realized, when she went back to Chicago. She’d miss hearing both their voices. She felt her throat tighten with emotion at the thought of leaving, and suddenly she found herself toying with it in her mind—the idea that maybe she could stay. She could go to Edinburgh, find a job, and date her two men. Her men.
Adam rolled over to get up, and Amelia felt rather than heard Callum’s groan at the disturbance of the bed. She felt the touch of Adam’s hand on her hip, almost an afterthought as he sat up, his broad, nude back in full view.
She reached out then, her fingertips trailing down the ridge of his spine, feeling the smooth expanse of his skin, and the way it pebbled under her fingers, gooseflesh springing up at her touch. Adam shivered. “I’ll not be able to get out of bed if you keep that up,” he murmured, his voice still thick and drowsy, and Amelia resisted the urge to reach out to him, to slide her hands down his waist and over his thighs, reaching for the part of him that she knew would cause him to remain in bed for a while.
“Go on then,” she said softly, letting her nails scratch over his spine once before he stood, walking to the closet. She watched him, admiring how he looked nude, the broad shoulders tapering down to a waist and ass hewn by hours of work outside. She rolled over onto her back and saw that Callum was now fully awake, and was watching Adam with the same look of admiration and lust as she no doubt was.
Dressed in jeans and flannel, Adam peered out of the window. “It looks like it’s going to be a nice day out. When you two finally make your way out of bed, what do you say to a ride?”
“Isn’t that what we just did last night?” Callum deadpanned, raising one coppery eyebrow. Amelia tried to stifle her laughter.
Adam made a sound in his throat that sounded something like a snort. “Aye, that we did. I was thinking more of the horseback sort, though, yeah?”
Callum looked as if he were winding up to make another joke, but Amelia quickly spoke up before he could continue ribbing Adam. “That sounds like a lovely idea.”
“Good.” Adam glanced at Callum. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Is that a promise?” Callum raised one eyebrow. “Certainly sounds like a promise.”
Adam shook his head, chuckling as he turned on his heel and headed out of the room.
Callum rolled towards Amelia, his fingers wrapping around her hip and pulling her closer. “What a way to wake up.” He brushed his lips over her shoulder, and Amelia shivered a little. “We should probably get up,” she whispered. His fingers were sliding down her hip now to the top of her thigh, sliding down the curve of it, and she could feel herself turning towards him even as she said it.
“It’s nice to have you here,” Callum murmured, his mouth inches from hers. “I was hoping there’d be a time when you didn’t run away.”
“Not much point in it now,” Amelia said, laughing softly. The sex had broken down barriers, opening her up to a completely different idea of what could be. Still, she reminded herself that this thing, whatever it was, was temporary. She couldn’t afford to let herself get too comfortable.
Amelia rolled fully onto her side, feeling Callum’s knee slide between hers. She hooked one leg over his hip as his hand found her hair, his fingers curling around the back of her scalp and pulling her head towards his. She went, her lips seeking him out, and he kissed her lazily, his tongue sliding over the full curve of her lower lip as he reached for her thigh, pulling her flush against him. She moaned softly when she felt him slide smoothly into her, meshing them together effortlessly, and she melted against his body. It might be a while before they made it out of bed, after all.
An hour or so later, when they were in the barn, tacking up the horses. Amelia realized that she’d never seen two men so at ease around one another as Callum and Adam.
Callum was far less familiar with horses than Amelia had expected. Adam walked him through the steps required to ready the animals. He would touch the other man casually, a hand on his back as he moved around him, fingers brushing across the back of his hand when he guided it. Adam bent to check the stirrup leather and when he stood, hair falling in his eyes, Callum reached out almost unthinkingly and brushed it back, his hand skimming over Adam’s face. Amelia saw Adam’s shoulders rise quickly, with a sharp intake of breath, as his eyes locked onto Callum’s. His gaze so intense that she half expected them to kiss right then and there.
She knew she was witnessing the reactions of two people who had spent years thinking they would never feel each other's touch again. She almost felt like an intruder, like a third wheel on their date but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. They’d included her last night, and it was obvious that they would continue to do so. It didn’t necessarily mean that she had to be a part of every moment. Besides, she quite enjoyed the role of voyeur.
She had her horse tacked in a few minutes, and she moved on to Adam’s without bothering to wait, seeing that he was still focused on assisting Callum. He glanced over and smiled at her, his face relaxing into an appreciative grin. A few minutes later, she saw him lace his fingers together beneath Callum’s heel, boosting him into the saddle, and Callum gathered up the reins as Adam showed him how to hold them.
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��He’ll stay put until you say otherwise,” Adam reassured him. “This one's the calmest horse in the stable.” He patted the sleek black neck once, and then walked over to Amelia, who handed him the reins of his horse, a tall chestnut. She was in the saddle of her own mare, in no time, and Adam flashed a reassuring smile at Callum before clicking his tongue at his mount. “Off we go!” he said, and led the way.
Amelia relaxed into the saddle as she followed Adam out, Callum and Jacob bringing up the rear of the line. Once they were out of the stable and down the path, Adam reined his mount back so that they could ride three abreast. The horses’ hooves crunched in the snow as they rode, the cold wind ruffling their manes and the riders’ hair. Amelia pulled her scarf tighter around her neck. “Want to try a little faster?” she asked Callum, glancing at him. He looked at her dubiously, but nodded.
“Just touch him lightly with your heels,” Adam said. “Not too much, but he won’t jump out from under you anyway.”
“I really hope not,” Callum said dryly, his voice tinged with nervousness.
Amelia nudged her horse lightly, and the mare tossed her head, picking up her pace.
They rode through a patch of trees that were bare and icy, out onto a wide meadow.
“I’m going to let him out a bit,” Adam said. “Amelia, can you hang back with Callum?”
“Sure thing,” Amelia said, slowing. Callum looked apprehensive as Adam grinned at both of them and then let his grip on the reins loosen, his heels tapping against his mounts’ side. The tall chestnut let out a snort, appeared to gather himself, and then he let loose like a coiled spring. Amelia watched horse and rider take off across the meadow.
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