Amelia looked back and forth between the two of them, waiting for someone to say something. Callum was the first to break the silence. “What are you doing here, Amelia?”

She took a deep breath, but Adam answered before she could. “I invited her over for dinner,” he said calmly, his voice belying the tension in his face.

Callum frowned. “I didn’t realize that your relationship had progressed to the romantic dinner stage.”

“I, um…did some research on the farm here,” Amelia said hesitantly, not sure how to continue. “Adam and I got to know each other a little better.”

“Is that all?” Callum was looking back and forth between the two of them, and Amelia couldn’t tell if he was angry or not. She couldn’t think of what to say.

Finally, Adam spoke up. “Amelia and I have been seeing each other for a while,” he said, looking directly at Callum. “It hasn’t been anything serious or official, but it does have…potential. Besides, I told you in back at the Moose that I was into her.”

“But what about what happened the other day, between us?”

“That was completely out of the blue,” Adam pointed out. “When Amelia and I started seeing each other, you and I were barely speaking.”

Callum switched his glare to Amelia. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I had no idea at the time that the two of you had that kind of relationship,” Amelia said calmly. “This was all just as much of a surprise to me as it is to you.”

“So, he’s the one you were so conflicted about? The reason you kept running off so abruptly?”

“I never said…” Amelia stared at him. “I didn’t say there was anyone.”

“It was pretty obvious.” He shrugged. “Guess it’s not your fault, really, you couldn’t have known.” He looked back and forth between the two of them. “So what is this, exactly?”

Amelia and Adam glanced at each other. “It’s…not really defined,” Amelia said. “I’m not going to be here for very much longer, and we’ve kind of just been taking it one day at a time”

“That sums it up pretty well, I think,” Adam confirmed.

Callum frowned. “Small world, I guess.” his words broke the tension in the room, and Amelia saw Adam crack a small smile. “Why don’t you stay and have a couple of drinks with us? You came all the way out here.”

Adam looked as if he wanted to say something, but Callum, to Amelia’s surprise, nodded. “That would be nice.”

“I’ll go grab another glass,” Adam said, and Amelia couldn’t tell from his tone if he was happy with the situation or not. He clearly didn't intend to elaborate.

Callum looked at Amelia after Adam left the room. “I’m sorry if I came off too abrupt just now,” he said finally. “It was just a shock, that’s all. And strange, too. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a situation like this one before. I didn’t mean to make you feel that you did something wrong by not telling me, even if you had known. It’s your business, not mine.”

“I appreciate that,” Amelia said. “I honestly didn’t know there was anything going on between the two of you.”

“I know,” Callum said. “I overreacted.”

They were sitting on the couch chatting amiably when Adam walked back in holding Callum’s drink. He glanced at the two of them. “Well, you seem to be getting along OK now,” he said. Callum got up and moved to the armchair, and Adam settled back onto the couch next to Amelia.

For a moment, it was awkward, the three of them unsure what to say to each other. “How long will it be before you’re in Edinburgh?” Callum finally asked Adam.

“Probably a month or so. I need to finalize the buyer for the farm and livestock, and find a place.”

“You know you’re welcome to stay at mine until you find a place, of course,” Callum said.

Adam took a quick sideways glance at Amelia, and she shrugged. “It might make looking for an apartment easier,” she said. She felt a small twinge of jealousy at the thought, especially now that she knew what Adam and Callum would likely get up to if they lived together. But she pushed it down, knowing it was unreasonable.

“It does make sense,” Adam said, and he and Callum exchanged a quick glance.

“I’m going to make another drink,” Amelia said. “Adam, do you want one?”

“Sure.” He handed her his glass.

She could hear them talking in low tones as she walked down the hall, and she wondered what they might be saying. She felt something tight and anxious at the pit of her stomach at the idea of losing Adam, and for the first time, she began to seriously consider staying. Was there really any reason not to try? Wouldn’t she always wonder if she didn’t?

A few drinks eased any remaining tension. “I’m really sorry you had to walk in on that the other day, Amelia,” Callum said, laughing. “That must have felt awkward.”

“It definitely was um interesting,” Amelia said, raising an eyebrow. “It was…surprising.”

“Surprising could be good or bad,” Callum said. “Which one was it?”

“I mean…I wasn’t really happy about it,” Amelia admitted, “but I was a little…intrigued.” She was shocked to hear herself say it, and she knew she’d never have admitted it if she wasn’t a little tipsy, but it was true. The part of her that hadn’t been hurt to see Adam with someone else had been curious, and more than a little turned on.

“Oh?” Callum laughed. “I take it you’ve never seen that before?”

Amelia shook her head.

“Not even in porn?”

“Never,” Amelia said.

Adam cleared his throat and glanced at Callum, obviously unsure if this was a good direction for the conversation to go in. Callum ignored the look.

“Have you ever been with two guys?”

Amelia’s eyes widened. “I have not,” she said, laughing a little.

“Ever wanted to?”

Adam made a noise that was somewhere between disapproval and surprise, but Callum was looking directly at Amelia, waiting for her answer.

“I’ve never had the opportunity,” she said, laughing. “I’m up for trying almost anything once, but that’s never come up.”

Callum stared at her for a second, and then stood up from the armchair. Amelia had a second to wonder what he was doing before he reached for her chin, his fingers running along the edge of her jaw. Her breath caught, and then he bent down, kissing her gently. It was a chaste kiss, but she felt her heart jump anyway, and she unconsciously leaned up, moving in.

“Oh,” Callum said, a small smile on his face. “This is just too good of an opportunity to waste.” Amelia saw Adam watching them out of the corner of her eye, and she wasn’t at all sure what he was thinking.

“Callum,” Amelia started to say, and then he kissed her again, his fingers sliding up her jaw and into her hair. This was, without a doubt, the strangest thing she’d ever done—sitting here and kissing one man while another one watched. She forgot everything for a second except for how warm his lips were, and the taste of whisky that still clung to them, and how his long fingers felt sliding through her hair. She felt the press of his fingertips against the back of her head, pulling her mouth to his, and she made a small noise, leaning into the kiss.

Callum pulled back after a moment, glancing towards Adam. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then Amelia felt him move closer, and then his hand was touching her face, turning it towards him. She had a moment to be surprised, and then he was kissing her, gently at first, his lips brushing over hers, and then more forcefully. His hand replaced Callum’s, pulling her towards him, and she leaned forward, nearly sliding into his lap. She gasped as Adam wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She felt Callum’s hand on her arm and his lips brushing against the nape of her neck. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She arched her back, and she felt Callum’s hand on her hip, sliding down her thigh and then back up again, and she shivered.

“Do you like this?” Adam asked, his mouth barely leaving hers, his voice deep and husky. She’d never heard him sound quite that way before, as if he were daring her to say yes, to tell him—them—to keep going. Callum’s hand brushed against the nape of her neck, his fingers slowly tracing down the ridge of her spine, and she shuddered under his touch, her head tilting back. Adam touched her jaw, turning her face so that she was looking directly at him. Callum’s lips drifted over the space of her shoulder that was bare, and she made a small noise in the back of her throat.

“I think you’re distracting her,” Adam said, and his voice was still the same, deep and sensuous, the sound of his thickening accent making her skin tingle. “I hope so,” Callum murmured, his breath warm against her skin, and Amelia closed her eyes, her hand reaching out to grip Adam’s jean-clad thigh.

“Do you like this?” Adam asked again, his fingers still touching her chin, keeping her from drifting off altogether into a cloud of lust. Amelia nodded, trying to catch her breath. “Yes,” she whispered, a small whimper escaping at the end of the word as Callum ran his fingers into her hair, sweeping it aside so that he could kiss her just below her ear. “Yes,” she whispered again, her fingers tightening on Adam’s thigh. “I do like it.”

“Good,” Adam said, his voice nearly a growl, and his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her up to her knees. “Follow me,” he said, standing and bending to kiss her again. He didn’t let go of her hand as he turned, and Amelia realized he was headed towards the bedroom. Callum winked at her as she caught his eye, and she felt her face flush. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

The second they were in the bedroom, Adam turned and kissed her, burying his hands in her hair as he tipped her head back, his mouth insistent. Amelia’s lips parted, she gasped for breath and arched towards him. She felt his tongue sweep into her mouth.

“There isn’t enough room for the three of us on the couch,” he said when he finally pulled back, and Amelia glanced towards the large bed, her skin tingling all over again when she realized what he meant.

She’d seen two men kiss before, in a movie, once. But that didn’t compare to watching Callum touch Adam’s face with his long, slender fingers, sliding back into his hair, pulling his head down so that Callum could reach the other man’s lips. It couldn’t possibly have prepared her for the sight of Adam’s eyes fluttering closed, and hearing his sharp intake of breath when Callum’s lips pressed against his. It was indescribably intimate, being this close to them, watching Callum lean forward, his hips pressing against Adam’s.

Adam’s hand came down, gripping Callum’s narrow waist, and Amelia heard him groan softly. She took a step forward, and touched Adam’s arm, she felt his muscles flex under her hand. He turned towards her, and pulled her against him, hips together. She could feel how hard he was against her thigh, and she looked up at him, eyes wide open.

“This is definitely something I did not think would happen,” he said, eyes scanning her face.

“No shit,” Amelia whispered.

“Me neither,” Callum said, his voice still holding a note of humor. He slid his hands up beneath Adam’s shirt. Amelia glanced at Callum, and he grinned mischievously back. She reached for the buttons of Adam’s shirt, leaning close to him so that she could press her lips against the hollow of his throat as she undid the first one, then the second, then the third, her fingers trailing through the hair on his chest as she pushed the fabric apart. She heard his sharp intake of breath as the tips of her fingers skimmed over his skin, and she saw Callum run his hands up Adam’s back, reaching up to push the fabric off of his shoulders as Amelia finished undoing the buttons. She saw the broad muscles of his shoulders flex under Callum’s touch, and she pressed her hands against his chest as she rose up on her toes to kiss him. She could feel his heart pounding just beneath her palm, and he groaned low in his throat as he gripped her hips with both hands, pulling her hard against him.

Callum moved around him, his red hair falling over his forehead as he slowly sank to his knees, reaching for the buckle of Adam’s belt. Adam slipped his hands under Amelia’s sweater as he kissed her, skimming up the curve of her sides as he pulled the garment over her head, tossing it to the side. Amelia heard Callum undoing Adam’s belt, but she only had a moment to think about what he was doing before Adam’s hands reached her breasts, his thumbs skimming over her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, and he reached behind her with one hand, snapping open the clasp and tossing the garment to the floor. She felt the shock of the cool air of the room on her bare chest for a moment before Adam’s broad, warm hands were there again, his mouth bending to hers, and she arched forward, pressing her breasts up into his hands, her body aching for him to keep touching her.

She felt his hips jerk, felt the vibration of his groan against her mouth, and she realized Callum had managed to get the rest of Adam’s clothes off. Adam was still kissing her, and she pulled away for just a second.

Callum was kneeling on the floor, his hands skimming down Adam’s naked hips, his hand reached the other man's hard, throbbing cock. He slowly wrapped his fingers around it. Amelia stared, her heart pounding, skin flushing hot with lust as she watched Callum lean forward, his lips sliding over the tip of Adam’s erection, and she felt the reaction in Adam’s body, the tensing of his muscles as Callum’s mouth began to move. She’d felt those reactions a dozen times before at least, herself, but it was something else entirely to feel him react to someone else. There was no jealousy, just a feeling of being incredibly turned on.

Adam kissed her again, his mouth hard and insistent against hers, and he fumbled with the button of her jeans, pushing them over her hips. Callum stood up, and then Adam picked her up, her legs automatically going around his waist as she kept kissing him, and he turned to carry her to the bed.

Callum was on the bed next to her when Adam laid her down, and he brushed her hair away from her face, stretching out next to her as he leaned down to kiss her. Adam trailed his lips over her collarbone, and Amelia arched her back as Callum ran the tips of his fingers over one breast, toying gently with the nipple. She felt Adam’s mouth slide down her stomach, his breath warm against her skin, and then over the peak of one hipbone. Her legs drifted open as he slid his hands up her thighs. She felt the warmth of his breath and the soft, teasing brush of his lips between her legs.

“You’re very wet already,” Adam murmured, his voice deep and husky, and Amelia’s hips arched, begging silently for him to keep going. Callum was still caressing her breasts, hand trailing from one to the other as he kissed her, and then his hand ran down her stomach and over her hip. He was the only one still wearing his jeans but that was about to change. She watched as he began to slowly unbutton them, the action somehow made the effect of Adam’s tongue's stroking between her legs all the more intense. He slid the zipper down slowly, and then stood up, pushing his jeans and boxers off together as Amelia watched, mesmerized.

She’d seen Adam naked many times now, and while it was a sight that never got old, she’d never seen Callum nude. She stared at his smooth, muscular chest, and let her gaze drift south. He was thick, and hard, and he grabbed his cock as she watched, lazily stroking the length of it until she licked her lips, a chorus of small whimpers and moans beginning to fall steadily from her lips as Adam increased the pace of his tongue.

Callum came back to the bed, kneeling next to her, and Amelia turned her head to the side. “Come here,” she whispered, her voice cracking with pleasure as Adam slid a hand up her thigh, his fingers sliding into her with exquisite slowness. He was keeping her on the edge, but she felt as if she might come apart at any moment. Callum came closer, as she’d asked, and she leaned forward until her lips brushed over the tip of him, and his head tilted back as he groaned. “Oh, yes. Yes, please,” he said, his voice hoarse, and Amelia opened her mouth further, letting him slide between her lips, her tongue running down the length of him.

Her hips arched as Adam began to make circles with his tongue, first slowly and then faster, and she began to lose her rhythm with Callum, stopping and starting as she moaned around him. Callum was breathing fast, his fingers tangled in her hair, and finally he pulled away, gasping. “I’m not going to last much longer!” he said, and Amelia touched his thigh. Then Adam pressed his mouth against her, his tongue moving faster and faster, and she felt a sudden wave of pleasure crash over her, her thighs tightening around Adam’s shoulders as the orgasm hit her. Callum watched her as she came, her back arching, sound after sound tumbling from her mouth, struggling to keep from touching himself as he watched her come.

Adam pulled away when she’d stopped shaking, and he glanced at Callum. That shared glance was all Callum needed and when Amelia turned to look at him, her eyes wide and pleading, he slid between her legs, stretching the length of his body over her, his hands on either side of her head. She arched up to kiss him, her lips brushing over his, and she felt his hips push forward, the hard, hot tip of him brushing against her. She was still aching, still wet, and she moaned against his mouth, her hips moving to meet him, and then he was sliding inside of her, thick and hard and everything she wanted in that moment.

It was a different experience than Adam. The latter was huge and imposing, his body dwarfing hers, but Callum was lean and angular, and she ran her hands over the straining muscles of his arms, the slope of his shoulders, feeling the differences. Adam knelt on the bed, and Amelia turned towards him, but he shook his head. “I want to watch you,” he said gruffly, his hand wrapping around his cock as he sat back on his heels, beginning a slow rhythm as he watched Callum thrust slowly into her. Amelia moaned, feeling the tightening in her belly that signaled the beginning of another orgasm. Her gaze flicked back and forth between Callum and Adam, between Callum’s darkening eyes and tightening jaw as he tried to control his pace, and Adam’s lustful expression as his hand made long, slow strokes, his hips arching to meet his fist with every stroke. Callum glanced towards Adam as well, and Amelia saw the flash of desire on his face as he took in the view.

He began to thrust faster, his fingers curling into the sheets, and Amelia met him, her hips arching up, urging him on. Her neck arched, her head tossing as she moaned his name, and she gripped his arm with one hand, her hips bucking as she felt herself on the very edge, and Callum thrust all the way into her, his hips grinding hard against hers, and it was too much. She fell again, her mouth open, gasping as she arched up, and then Callum’s lips were on hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth, and his pace changed from measured to hard, driving into her as hard as he could.

“Oh, fuck,” Adam moaned, and Callum pulled back. Amelia glanced at Adam, and she saw the question on his face. She nodded, and then he was next to her, his cock brushing against her lips, and she opened her mouth, letting him plunge in, and she heard Callum groan above her.

She slid her mouth down on Adam once more, and she felt his whole body shudder. He fell forward, gripping the headboard, and she felt his cock spasm in her mouth. She gripped his hip with one hand, swallowing convulsively as he came, shaking and moaning above her, and in the next second she felt Callum lose his rhythm again, and then his hips bucked hard against her, and she felt his mouth against her shoulder as he convulsed. She lay suspended between the two men as they shuddered and moaned, her body still feeling the aftershocks of her last orgasm.