Chapter 69

69

W hen the guys told me we had a two-bedroom suite for tonight, they failed to mention that it was in the beautiful Ivernochy Castle Hotel. After dropping off our bags, we order four picnic meals from the hotel restaurant and take them to the banks of the loch to enjoy the sunset while we eat.

"I've been thinking," Henry says, holding a grape up to my mouth. "I think we need to save our little challenge until we get back home–I still want you to be able to walk tomorrow."

I bite the grape in half, a wicked grin pulling at my lips. "I've been thinking about it too, and since I'm already a little sore, it should just be you coming. Tonight."

He swallows hard. "Just me?"

I shrug. "That was the point, right? See how many times you can come before your dick goes limp?"

"Yeah, but when I said it, I thought I'd be inside you, Red," he protests, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You will be. Inside my hand, inside my mouth..."

"Fuck me," he breathes, a blush creeping into his cheeks. "What are you going to do? Just lay me out on the bed and have your way with me? "

"Precisely."

"You two have fun. Dylan and I are saving ourselves for the gondola tomorrow," Theo says, handing me a piece of bread layered with cheese and jam.

"Are you serious?" I ask, blanching.

"Maybe not with that reaction," Theo says, raising his eyebrows. "If you're uncomfortable with it, then I'm sure we can manage to behave ourselves."

"We'll see what it's like tomorrow," I mutter, my heart racing. The thought of hanging high up in the air, swinging around in the wind, doesn't seem romantic. If I'm being honest, it makes me sick just thinking about it.

"Have you started planning the grand opening of the brewery yet?" Dylan asks, changing the subject. He's lying back on the grass with one arm tucked beneath his head, completely relaxed.

"I've been more concerned about brewing the first beers I'll be offering than planning a grand opening."

"When do you think you'll have them ready?" he asks, turning toward me, blocking the sun with his hand to keep it out of his eyes.

"I’m not sure. This is my first batch, and I want to make sure everything is perfect before I open."

"Just let us know when you’re ready and we'll take care of everything else."

"You'd do that?" I ask, my voice cracking. I've tried not to show it, but getting the brewery up and running has been incredibly stressful. There are so many small tasks that still need to be finished. The guys have been great about helping, but I’m the only one who can make the final decisions, and it has definitely started wearing on me.

"Of course we'd do that," Theo says, exasperated.

I sink into the grass, months of stress and uncertainty melting away. "Thank you guys. So fucking much. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'd continue being a fucking badass, that's what," Theo says, leaning back on his elbows. Henry maneuvers himself to rest his head on my stomach, all of us gazing up at the color-changing sky .

"Can you believe how much has changed in a matter of months?" I ask them softly, blinking back tears, trying not to ruin the peacefulness surrounding us by crying.

"I think I'm speaking for all of us when I say it's been the best year of our lives, Isla. I'm not sure anything could top it," Henry says, reaching up to take my hand and bring it to his lips.

I never dreamed that I could have this. That I deserved it. Never in a million years could I have imagined I would be lying in the shadow of Ben Nevis with my three lovers, scouting out wedding locations. We lie there here in silence, watching the pinks and purples slowly leach from the sky. I shiver in the chilly air, and Henry immediately jumps to his feet, scooping me into his arms. I snuggle into his warmth as we walk back toward the hotel, relishing in how he makes me feel so small and cared for. Like I'm the treasure he's been searching for his entire life.

Safely ensconced back in our suite, Dylan and Theo kiss me goodnight, leaving Henry and me in our own bedroom.

"We can just go to sleep, Isla. I know it's been a long day," Henry says, pulling the sheets down and fluffing the pillows.

"Do you just want to go to sleep?" I ask, craning my neck to look up at him.

"You know the answer to that, but it's not just about me."

I plant my palm on his chest, pushing him down on the bed. He goes down easy, his gaze never leaving mine. I unbuckle his belt and pull it from his pants, wrap it around his wrists, and bring them up the headboard to secure them.

"Fuck, Isla." He tilts his head back, watching me as I work, the long column of his throat bare and irresistible. I straddle his waist and run my tongue up the side of his neck, peppering kisses along his jawline.

"You're so good-looking it hurts," I murmur, dragging my tongue over his collarbone, dipping into the hollow at the base of his throat. He swallows hard, his hips already pushing off the bed, desperately seeking friction.

"It's absolute torture not to be able to touch you," he rasps, struggling to free his wrists.

"Let me enjoy your body, Henry. You have no idea how much pleasure it gives me to pleasure you." He groans, his breath hitching as I start to unbutton his shirt.

I drag my nails down his stomach, his muscles jumping under my touch. God, he's so damn pretty. I move down, straddling his thighs, taking a strangled breath before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. He lifts his hips, allowing me to pull the fabric down, revealing skin tight black boxer briefs. Fuck. I trace the waistband with my fingertip, my pulse ratcheting up when he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

"You have no idea what I would do if I could touch you right now," he groans, lines bracketing his mouth as he struggles for control.

"Tell me." I slip my fingers beneath his waistband, pulling it down one millimeter at a time.

"I would pin your wrists above your head and lick my way down your body."

"Mmmhmm." I groan as I reveal the swollen head of his cock slick with precum. The muscles between my legs spasm, desperate for him.

"Then I would push your knees to your ears and feast until you're screaming."

I grip his thick shaft, and he rewards me with a quick intake of breath, his hips pressing up into my hand.

"Do you like that?" I breathe, watching as I work my hand over him, more precum leaking from his tip until it's dripping down his shaft, a tiny waterfall of pure, unadulterated lust. I lick him clean, swirling my tongue over his head, memorizing his taste and the velvety feel of his cock under my tongue.

"Jesus Christ, Isla," he hisses, his cock swelling impossibly larger, his body trembling as he wrestles for control.

"Do you think I can get you there by just licking?" I slide my tongue from the base of his cock to his frenulum, flicking my tongue back and forth.

“Isla, please," he pants, his neck cording as his body goes taut. I sweep my tongue around his head, then back down, sucking on his balls before making my way back up again.

"For fuck's sake, Isla."

"I want to see, Henry." Those words are all it takes for him to slip. He groans, his balls pulling up to his body. I watch as his cock pulses, cum shooting from the tip to snake over his stomach. God, that's fucking hot. I take him in my mouth, sinking down, holding still as he fucks the back of my throat, his grunts working up a frenzy between my legs. I need him. In me. On me. All over me. The second his hips stop stuttering, I sit up and unbuckle the belt, stripping my clothes as fast I can, desperate for him. He reads me like a book, his moan of mindless need matching mine. I turn away from him, getting on my hands and knees, then drop my chest and head to the bed, waiting for him to plow into me.

"Fuck, Isla. You so pretty when you're needy." He licks me from clit to ass, palming my cheeks and spreading me wide. He growls in appreciation, and my body responds with a flood of desire down my thighs. "Your pussy is crying for me." He licks them clean, kissing and biting as I push back on his face.

"Tell me what you want, Isla."

"I need your cock inside me, Henry. Please."

He lines his cock up with my entrance and slams inside, bottoming out before pulling out and doing it again. He sets a punishing pace, ramming into me, giving me exactly what I need. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he pulls me upright until my back is against his chest, commanding me to look into the mirror on the wall. He moves his hand from my hair to my neck, sliding his other one down my stomach and between my legs, circling my clit, holding me still as he fucks me, his cock hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

"Look at me," he commands, his grip on my neck tightening. My eyes meet his in the mirror as I surrender to him, feeling completely safe in his capable hands. I hold his gaze, not doing anything but focusing on how he's making me feel and the rising wave of pleasure that's about to wipe us both out.

"Come with me, Henry," I whisper.

"Not yet," he rasps, his breathing ragged. He presses me down on the bed, hiking my hips up with both hands, then slides his thumb down my crack, circling my ass hole.

"Henry," I moan, pushing up into his hands, encouraging him.

"You have such a pretty ass," he breathes, pressing his thumb inside me. I rock against him, practically delirious with the need to come. He bends down, burying his face between my cheeks, tongue fucking me until I'm sobbing into the mattress. "Let me fuck your ass, Isla. Please. I don't know if I can last another day without knowing what you feel like."

"I don't care what you do, Henry. I just want to come." I cry out in protest as he climbs off the bed, but he's back in twenty seconds, setting a dildo and a vibrator on the bed. He folds a pillow and positions it under my hips, then pulls my legs straight. Straddling my thighs, he slowly pushes the dildo into my pussy, turning it on once it's all the way inside me.

Holy fuck.

He grabs the second toy and turns it on, placing it in my hand.

"Hold this between your legs, sweetheart."

I lift my hips and sneak my hands between my legs, pressing the vibrator against my clit.

"Oh god," I pant, my hips thrusting against it, the tide rising by the second. Henry crosses my legs, ensuring the dildo stays put, and then squirts lube onto my ass, spreading it before fucking my ass with one finger, then two, making sure I'm ready. "I'm close, Henry," I whisper, my words muffled in the sheets, my entire body tensing, trying not to come before he's inside me.

He inches forward until his thighs are hitting my ass and then leans over me, notching his swollen head. He pulses there, slowly stretching me wide enough to take him. Once the head of his cock pops past the tight ring of muscle, he sinks into me with a groan.

"This is going to wreck me for life," he moans. If only he knew that there are fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, pleasure pulsing through every single cell in my body, overloading it until I can barely breathe, barely think, can't do anything but push back and take every single millimeter of his cock inside me. I squeeze around him as he pulls back, trying to keep him in.

"Oh fuck, Isla. I wanted to make this last, but the way your ass is strangling my cock is going to absolutely end me." He slams back in, rutting into me, both of us beyond words as we're swept into a tsunami of ecstasy neither one of us can comprehend. I scream his name as I come, and he shouts mine, his voice cracking as he empties into me.