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Brenna cleared her throat, and I reached down to grab our bags while Cameron apologized in the least apologetic tone ever.
The manager shook her head, smiling prettily. “No apology necessary. This way.”
I glanced toward the doors ahead of us, realizing they must lead to the dining room that looked out over the water. Brenna led us to the right instead and onto a lift.
“There are only two floors at the Scaris Thistle,” Brenna recited. “The Montrose Suite is our most luxurious room, and it sits at the west end of the horizontal part of the T, with spectacular views over the Sea of the Hebrides.”
Cameron let out a girlish, excited noise that made me want to kiss her again.
“Have you seen it before?”
She nodded, obviously jittery with anticipation. “I can’t believe we get to stay in it for two nights.”
Since she was a connoisseur of good design, I was looking forward to seeing what had her so excited.
Even the corridors were fancy with warm paneling and brass light fixtures. Brenna led us to a door at the very end of the corridor. MONTROSE SUITE was etched on its brass plaque.
“Here we are.” She swiped the key card over the door and opened it, leading us into a brightly lit second hallway. “Pegs for coats, places for shoes, and luggage storage.” She gestured at the entrance. Then she swiped the key card over another door and opened it.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered as soon as I followed the women inside.
We entered the main bedroom area, and the bed that was bigger than a king pointed toward the floor-to-ceiling window that captured the Sea of the Hebrides like it was a giant painting.
In front of the window was a massive freestanding bathtub.
“The glass has been treated so you can see out but no one can see in.” Brenna trailed her fingers almost lovingly over the bathtub. “It means you can enjoy the tub without worrying about anyone out on the grounds below or out on the water getting an eyeful.”
Cameron let out a delighted squeal. “As soon as Torin showed me this room, I wanted to get in that tub.”
I tried not to feel jealous that Torin had showed Cameron around the resort or been alone with her in a room that was designed with couples in mind. Instead, I wandered over to the window to look out. Up close, the view on the right captured part of the projected vertical middle of the T. It was a good thing the window had privacy film because there were windows all along the projected part of the building that would have allowed people to look right in. We were a distance away, but still. Below us was the rugged coastline and even there the brothers had put in expensive landscaping so people could sit outside and enjoy the view.
“Behind us is the sitting room.” Brenna gestured, and I turned to see several oak-covered stairs that led to a raised living area. “The en suite bathroom is just off the living room too and there’s a private sauna in there.”
After we’d explored the incredible suite, we told Brenna we’d head down to the dining room to eat around seven and Cameron asked her to book us a couple’s massage the next day. I’d never actually had a massage, but I would do whatever made my woman happy.
“Karma is alive and well,” Cameron announced as Brenna exited the suite.
“How so?”
She flopped down onto the bed with a giddy giggle. “This is our reward for putting up with so much shite for the last few months.”
I chuckled, prowling toward her. “Do you know what an even better reward might be?”
She wiggled her hips in anticipation, recognizing the growl in my words. “I think I have an idea!”
I laughed at the way her voice rose on the last word before I crawled along her body until I reached her mouth, and I kissed her until she was panting for breath.
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“Baby,” I growled, my fingers tightening in Cameron’s soft hair.
She sucked harder, looking up at me from her knees, her plush lips wrapped around my dick.
That sight alone got me off.
Cameron moaned, the sound vibrating through me, and I felt the tension tightening to its breaking point. As her mouth created phenomenal suction around my dick, I fisted her hair and tugged. “Stop, babe …” I huffed out and she released me.
She looked up at me, a wee bit confused, her lips swollen.
