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made her sound kinky, but God, it was hot. So, so damn hot.
    “I knew we needed you from the moment I saw you,” Hamish said, then he unbuttoned Jackson’s shirt then pushed his jeans down. “Get undressed, babe. We’re all gonna have some fun.”
    When Jackson’s pants hit the ground and he’d kicked off his boots and socks, Hamish dropped to his knees, opened his mouth and took Jackson’s cock inside. The harsh rasp of Jackson’s breath sent delicious shivers spiralling down to the base of Sophie’s spine. Hamish wrapped his hands around Jackson’s buttocks, circling his arse and teasing the pucker, and Sophie’s shivers became a potent, heated throb. She couldn’t prevent the gasp that rushed from her open mouth. Jackson put his hands on Hamish’s head and flicked a panicky glance in Sophie’s direction. Surely he wouldn’t stop? Not now.
    She licked her lips, trying to moisten them enough to speak. “Please,” she whispered. “Do it.”
    Jackson closed his eyes and gave himself up to Hamish’s mouth and fingers. His hard face softened and his mouth drew back into a smile of pleasure so intense it looked almost like pain.
    Without being fully aware she did it, Sophie shuffled closer. Close enough to smell the earthy scent of hot male, of aftershave and cum and sex. She worked her hand harder and faster as she watched.
    Hamish sucked and squeezed. He drew Jackson in deep. His Adam’s apple jerked and Jackson moaned. Then Hamish lifted his head, letting Jackson’s penis slide out of his mouth with a wet pop .
    “You like it when I deepthroat, don’t you, baby?” He blew on the swollen, purple length then laughed softly. “You like that too.”
    Then he opened his mouth and slipped it around Jackson once more. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked. Jackson gave another guttural moan.
    Sophie could see his balls contract and he arched his back, thrusting his cock harder into Hamish’s clever mouth.
    Hamish suddenly reached out one hand, snagged Sophie and dragged her in her beside him. Wrapping the other hand around the base of Jackson’s penis, he once more withdrew his mouth. He pumped his fist once, twice, and Jackson exploded, dousing Sophie and Hamish in thick, creamy ropes of cum.
    It was dirty and sexy and she collapsed into another quaking orgasm.
    Jackson’s hand, broad and hard and rough with work, settled on Sophie’s head, then slid down to brush away the evidence of his excitement, his touch light. Hamish still held her close, their heads side by side with Hamish’s, pressed against the hard muscles of Jackson’s groin.
    “We need to get dressed,” Hamish said. “Go inside. Talk. We have some decisions to make.”
    Jackson instantly straightened and stepped away, his lips flattened back into a grim line, narrow white furrows creasing his brow. “You two go in. I’ll see to the horses.”
    “Oh no,” Hamish said. “You’re part of this.”
    “This?” Sophie asked. “What exactly is this ?”
    “You’d better ask Hamish,” Jackson said, putting on his clothes. “He planned it.”
    Sophie’s stomach churned. She thought what had happened here had been spontaneous. Crazy. Irresponsible. An explosion of sexual attraction and a kind of holiday madness. For her, a brief respite from the worries that had plagued her life. For Hamish, a fling to satisfy his dual sexuality.
    She looked from one man to the other, reading the tension between them in Jackson’s distant stare and Hamish’s stiff shoulders.
    “Hamish? What’s he talking about?”
    “Come inside. Get cleaned up. Then we’ll talk.” Hamish passed over her clothes that he’d been gathering up as they talked.
    “This was a plan? Am I part of some game between you?”
    “Yes. No. It’s not what either of you think.” Hamish ran his hands through his hair. “Please. Come inside and we’ll talk.”
    Sophie snatched up the clothes and struggled into them. As soon as she’d slipped on her shoes she marched out the