A giggle bubbles out of me as I shrug back into the robe, the thin satin clinging to every curve. It doesn’t hide much, and that’s exactly the point.
When I reach the main house, I discover Lachlan’s sweatpants don’t hide much either. The outline of his cock is clear as day against them, and wow, is he hard.Mission accomplished, Blair.
“Naughty girl,” he growls. He shuts the back door, snaps the blinds closed, then hauls me against him, his cock pressing into my hip. He gives my ass a smack hard enough to make me gasp. Then, crouching down on his haunches, he shoves the robe up around my waist and mutters a rough, reverent, “Fuck.”
No panties. Nothing at all. Just me, bared for him.
In one swift move he tears the robe off me and tosses it aside. “Turn around and pick it up. I didn’t get the full view last time. Bloody Gerald was in the way.”
Smirking, I do as I’m told. Only as I straighten, he pushes me back over again.
“Uh-uh. Not so fast. I’m not done looking yet.”
I bite back a giggle. “Planning to gawk all night, captain? Or are we taking this upstairs?”
Saturday
We’re back at Traigh Bàn and the beach is ours alone, just miles of white sand and the sharp tang of salt in the air. Our shoes lie abandoned by the picnic blanket; we’re lined up ready for a race. To make things fair, Lachlan carries me on his back, his hands hooked under my thighs, my arms looped around his shoulders.
“That’s the finish.” Finn points at a chunk of driftwood about a hundred yards away. “Ready?” He bounces from foot to foot. Beside him, Gus lets out an eager whine, every bit as excited as Finn.
Lachlan tightens his hold on me and leans forward.
“Three . . . two . . . one . . . GO!” Finn shouts, and we take off across the sand.
Gus rockets into the lead, of course, while Lachlan matches Finn’s pace stride for stride. The boy’s little arms and legs pump furiously, his face scrunched with determination.
Halfway there, Lachlan eases off just enough for Finn to pull ahead, and I can’t hold back my grin. Even with me clinging to his back, I know fine well Lachlan could outrun a six-year-old, but he wants his boy to win.
I play along, patting his shoulder like a jockey. “Giddy up, horsey!”
“He’s just... so fast,” Lachlan pants loudly enough for Finn to hear.
Finn glances back, grinning, then puts on an extra burst of speed. He reaches the finish, leaps over the driftwood, and throws his arms in the air in triumph.
Sunday
I sit cross-legged on Lachlan’s bed in one of his soft cotton T-shirts and nothing else. Lachlan stands in front of me, completely naked except for his captain’s hat perched cockily on his head. Broad shoulders, defined chest, that trail of hair leading down to where he’s already hard again despite everything we’ve done tonight... my mouth waters just looking at him.
“What is it with you and this bloody hat?”
I drag my gaze up from the obvious focal point to find his green eyes glinting with amusement. “I find it sexy. Can’t help it. Besides... I’ve realised something. Last time I asked you to wear nothing but it, I missed a trick.”
Sitting up, I pluck the hat from his head and turn it over in my hands. “See, I only ever saw what you looked like with it up here.” I pause for effect, then lean forward, a wicked smile tugging at my lips. “Not down here.”
With exaggerated care, I balance the hat on his cock then lean back on my hands to admire my handiwork. It’s basically the world’s most inappropriate hat stand. My shoulders shake as I fight to keep from bursting out laughing.
Lachlan glances down at himself, then back at me, one brow lifting, caught somewhere between amusement and arousal.
That does it. I lose it, laughter bubbling out of me. A soft chuckle rumbles from him too.
“You always find a way to surprise me, Blair.”
“My pleasure, Lachlan.” I roll thechjust right, the way I’ve rehearsed it a hundred times.
His eyes widen. “Wait, did you just say my name right?” He glances down at himself, then back at me. “Now? Out of all times, you picknow?”
“I’ve been practising hard. Lachlan went to LochNess. When he saw the LochNess Monster, he said, ‘Ochaye the noo!’” I deliver the tongue twister like I’ve just nailed a Rubik’s Cube blindfolded.
