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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 dreamedthat 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.

"Doyoujust 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 mytongue 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."

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