At least I think I can.
With both of their hungry gazes on me, it’s hard to say if I’ll survive or not.
“Bonnie, isn’t she, Lain?” Greer says.
He’s sitting casually in his chair, relaxed like a king as he directs us and watches. I’ve never been with two men while lucid before and it has me wrapping a nervous hand over my stomach.
Lain quickly grabs my wrist, not allowing me to cover myself.
“Gorgeous,” Lain replies, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my navel.
There’s a light scent of vanilla, but it drifts away so quickly I must have imagined the warm smell. I should have a few more days on the scent blockers. That heady scent was all in my head.
“Is she wet?” Greer asks in a deep tone that sends shivers up my spine.
Lain’s blue eyes look up at me, a wordless conversation of consent as his fingers trace down to where the cotton is drenched in slick.
He toys with me, his fingers sliding back and forth against the material, soaking it even further.
“Drenched. You need relief, don’t you, pet?”
The term of endearment isn’t lost on me and I should probably tell him to stop using it, but I’m selfish and like it far too much.
“Yes,” I rasp out, because that’s exactly what I need. I want to feel like I did by the loch with Greer.
“Lie her on the couch, Lain,” Greer directs, and Lain stands to his full height, towering over me. His warm hand touching my waist has my skin prickling with goosebumps as he leads me to the couch.
I lie on my back, feeling nervous.
“I’ve got you, Maisie,” Lain says, as his handsome face hovers over mine. He’s still fully clothed as he holds his weight over me and pressing kisses on my throat and jaw.
I didn’t realize just how much I enjoyed kissing until today.
“Remember what I told you earlier?” he asks.
“Hmm?”
“That I’d go down on you so you could forget all your troubles?”
I clear my throat. “Right.”
Lain goes back to kissing me softly, tenderly, and I feel my body becoming more pliant. Some of the nerves are starting to drift away. He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t want to. I’m also eager to give him pleasure and it should certainly go both ways.
“So bonnie. So soft. What I wouldn’t give to scent you right now,” he says, his words nearly mimicking Greer’s from earlier.
Could I do that? Could I stop taking deodorizers for the rest of the trip? I’m not sure. All that matters is this moment.
Lain’s hair was softer than Greer’s, less thick as I run my fingers through the short strands.
“Do you want me to help you forget your troubles, Maisie? Please say yes,” he asks.
“Yes,” I rasp out and Lain starts kissing down my body.
He takes his time, kissing my clavicle, the skin above my breast, before moving down to my stomach. He skips the place where I want him the most, placing nipping kisses against my thigh.
My gaze is torn by watching him and the way Greer looks at me from behind Lain’s back. I lick my lips.
Is he just going to watch? Or is he going to join too?
