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“Come on, let’s catch up,” I said, climbing back onto my bike. We rejoined the group, continuing along the trail with Hamish still attentive to Aimee’s progress. By the time we returned to the ranch, all three kids buzzed with excitement and accomplishment. Aimee tugged at her parents’ sleeves, insisting they watch as she showed off her new mountain biking skills in the practice area.
“Your colleague is excellent with children,” Renee commented as we unloaded water bottles from my pack. “Has he been guiding long?”
“He’s...new to the team,” I replied, watching Hamish patiently adjust Leon’s helmet. “But a quick study.”
After the family departed with promises to book another tour before leaving the island, Hamish helped me store the bikes, his movements easy and relaxed.
“That was fun,” he said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I didn’t think I’d enjoy teaching others, but there’s something satisfying about seeing them improve.”
I caught myself staring at him again, at this version of Hamish I never could have imagined when we first met. “You’re full of surprises, Walker.”
“So I’ve been told.” He stepped closer, his hand brushing mine as he reached for a bike lock. “Though I think we’ve barely scratched the surface of surprises between us.”
Chapter 16
Hamish
I watched Imogen shift uncomfortably on Makai’s couch, dressed in just a white tank top and plain cotton panties. She had a heating pad clutched against her lower abdomen like a shield, and her face was paler than usual, her hair pulled back in a messy bun that somehow made her look both younger and more vulnerable.
I hated seeing her in pain, even the routine monthly kind.
“Stop looking at me like I’m dying,” Imogen said, giving me a weak smile. “It’s just cramps, darling. Nothing I haven’t dealt with a hundred times before.”
“I know, I just—” I broke off as Makai emerged from the kitchen, steam rising from the mug in his hands.
“Hui’s special chamomile blend, with honey.” He set the tea on the side table next to Imogen. “She says it works wonders.”
Imogen reached for the mug, inhaling the fragrant steam before taking a small sip. “Thank you. You’re both being ridiculous, you know. Hovering over me like I’ve got some terminal illness.”
“Can’t help it,” Makai dropped onto the opposite end of the couch, his easy sprawl a stark contrast to my tense posture. “Hamish is radiating so much anxious energy I might start growing a gray streak to match his.”
I ran a hand through my hair self-consciously. “I don’t have gray streaks.”
“Yet.” Imogen grinned over the rim of her mug. “You know what helps cramps, though? Orgasms.”
My eyes widened. “You want sex?”
“Sadly, I don’t feel quite up to anything rigorous,” she said.
Makai perked up. “What if we give Imogen her vibrator, and… entertain her?”
I blinked, not immediately grasping his meaning. “You want to use the vibrator on her?”
“More like a bit of pornographic fun for her to watch while she plays with her toy.”
Understanding dawned, sending heat rushing through my body.
“Oh!” Imogen’s eyes lit up with mischievous interest. “I hadn’t even thought of that. What kind of show? Blow jobs?”
“Patient’s choice, I’d say,” I said.
She turned to me, her discomfort momentarily forgotten. “What would you think of letting Makai fuck you?”
The bluntness of her question hit me like a physical blow. My cock hardened instantly, pressing uncomfortably against my jeans as images flooded my mind: Makai’s powerful hands on my bare skin, his cock filling me while Imogen’s eyes followed every movement. We’d done so much together, but never this.
“I—” My voice caught, and I had to clear my throat. “I haven’t done that before.”
“That’s what makes it hot,” Imogen said.
