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© 2023 by Daphne Leigh and Marble City Press, LLC.
Cover art by Julia at Opulent Designs
Interior Design by Daphne Leigh
Editing by Gina Denny
All rights reserved.
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Dear Reader,
In case you’re keeping track, cock is mentioned 505 times in this book.
Keep your toys charged. Stay hydrated. Best of luck. xoxo

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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
92. Lach's POV
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
106. Jack's POV
107. Lach's POV
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author

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R
ob told me our marriage was over on my twenty-sixth birthday while I
was wiping his cum from the inside of my thighs. The day I moved
out and into my parents’ pool house was the same day my best friend
moved in with him. I can't stop thinking about them fucking in the bed I
picked out.
Bethany has been there for me since I was twelve, through all the times
I thought Rob was cheating on me but couldn't prove it. All the times he
showed his narcissistic asshole side. It hurt more when I found out she was
having an affair with him than when he told me I had to leave. She has my
old life, and I have a one-room pool house and no job prospects. Fuck me
for thinking it was a good idea to work for Rob's family. I put all my eggs in
one basket and look where it fucking got me: a one-way ticket to the worst
year of my life.
A rty M ac L eod bursts into my life a couple of months into my pity party
for one. At eighty-five, his body is shrunken and wrinkled, but his brain is
as sharp as a tack. He has an endless list of small jobs for me to do and
follows me from room to room, regaling me with stories while I work, his
hands moving a mile a minute while he talks.
After helping him for a few weeks, we have our routine down pat.
That's why I know today is different the second I walk in his door. He's
perched on a chair at his dining table, tea for two spread out on the shiny
mahogany.
"What's this?" I ask, slipping off my jacket and draping it across the
back of a chair. Arty's dressed in a brown tweed suit, matching bowtie, and
a pocket square that bring out the green in the jacket. Harris tweed, he
proudly told me last week.
"I have a proposal," Arty says, carefully pouring tea into our cups. I
plop a sugar cube in each one as he pours in some milk.
"Do tell, Arty." I sip my tea, pinky up like a good girl.
"Your mother and I were talking⁠—"
I groan inwardly, already knowing this is going to be a disaster.
"She told me you have a small business?" One thick eyebrow rises
above the rim of his glasses.
"I do?" The only thing I've been doing since I met Rob is working in his
family's landscaping business. Then it dawns on me. "Well, I did," I say
slowly, nervous about where this is leading. "Back before Rob hired me on,
I made genealogy charts."
Arty takes a long sip of his tea, waiting for me to elaborate.
"They weren't anything special," I say, shrugging.
"This is not just a genealogy chart, Charlie," Arty says, retrieving a
rolled-up piece of parchment from the buffet. It's almost as wide as he is
tall. Pushing a couple of chairs aside, he spreads it out all the way to the far
end of the table.
I run my fingers along the edge, the paper bumpy under my fingertips. It
brings back memories of happier times.
"I forgot about this," I whisper, memories flooding back. It's a months-
long labor of love that I had gifted my mother years and years ago. I had
practiced my calligraphy for weeks before I felt confident enough to start
on the chart, not to mention the hours I had put into each watercolor
vignette that accompanied the most interesting ancestors. Rob and I were
only engaged at that point. He had still been trying. Kind of.
I found my passion while making that chart and created a successful
business – until Rob convinced me to close up shop and work for him.
Biggest mistake of my pitiful life.
"This is a work of art," Arty says as he sits back down, motioning for
me to do the same. "Now tell me how you did it."
"Like how I actually made the chart?" I ask, trying to understand what
he means.
"No, how did you find all of your ancestors? You have eighteen
generations on that piece of paper."
I smile. "Well, that comes from being a bit obsessive. My mom was
always curious about her genealogy, and I was determined to give her the
best gift possible. I researched as much as possible online and then headed
to Europe for a couple of months."
"And you made this into a business? You did this for other people?"
"I didn't travel for anyone else. I would research back as far as I could
online, which on average seemed to be eight to ten generations."
"Do you have a passport?" Arty asks, nibbling on a scone.
"I do." In fact, I just received a new one in the mail a few months ago.
Rob and I were supposed to go on a Mediterranean tour to celebrate our
fifth anniversary. He's probably getting ready to go with Bethany. I feel my
soul folding in on itself, trying to make itself small enough to escape the
pain, when Arty interrupts my thoughts.
"It's settled, then."
I take a deep breath, blinking back tears. "What's settled?"
"I'm sending you to Scotland to research my genealogy and make me
one of these." He taps the chart for emphasis.
"To Scotland?" Scotland? Holy shit.
"I want something like this to pass down to my grandkids. I only have a
few years left, so there's no time to waste. I'll see what flights are leaving
next week."
"Wait a minute, Arty," I protest, "First off, I don't have any money⁠—"
"I'm paying for it," he says, cutting me off. "You have three months."
He starts rolling up the parchment. "And I want it framed. What was
number two?"
"Number two?"
"The second reason you can't go."
I wrack my brain for a reason – any reason – why this is completely
nuts.
Arty smirks when I don't say anything else. "That's what I thought.
Finish your tea and then go home and start packing. I'll email you once I
figure out the flights."
"Yes, sir." I peck his weathered cheek before gulping down the last of
my tea, my mind spinning.
I get an email from Arty later that night requesting my bank account
information so he can wire the money. I almost fall over when I read the
flight details attached to the email. I spend the next four hours chucking
piles of dirty clothes into the washing machine and trying to get my mess of
a life in order. My flight leaves in two days.
Single in Scotland. Fuck. Yes.

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I
jump when the taxi driver clears his throat, my thoughts snapping back
to reality. I step out of the cab and take my bags from him, murmuring
my thanks as I press a couple of bills into his hand. As he drives away, I
spin slowly, taking in my surroundings. My heartbeat ratchets up a few
notches. Salty spray crashes over the seawall turning everything slick.
It's wild and beautiful, and I love it.
I wrap my jacket tight against the wind and take a deep breath of salty
air. Behind me, a row of 17th-century houses stand shoulder to shoulder.
Old sentries guarding the harbor, each one painted a different color. Pink,
sky blue, sage, yellow, white, red. I'm standing outside a cute little
bookstore; the stone walls are painted white, the door a deep scarlet. A few
doors down, a cafe sign creaks in the wind. I grin. How the hell did I get so
lucky?
I pull my suitcases over the curb and check my phone for the address of
the flat I’m renting. It's the same as the bookstore. Weird. A tiny bell tinkles
above my head as I pull open the door, the wood rough against my fingers.
"Can I help you, dear?" A woman in her sixties stands at a sturdy desk,
studying me from over the top of her reading glasses.
"I hope so," I say, dragging my suitcases over the threshold awkwardly.
"I'm leasing a flat at 655 Scorrybreck Rd, but I'm not sure I'm in the right
place."
"You must be Charlie!" she exclaims, smiling. Her eyes crinkle in the
most adorable way. "I'm Millie. It's so nice to meet you." She wraps me in a
shortbread-scented hug, her arms around my middle. "Come now, I'll show
you upstairs!" We wind our way through stacks of books until we reach a
door at the back of the shop. She opens it, revealing a steep staircase. She
looks doubtfully between me, my suitcases, and the stairs. "Should I find
Richard to help us?"
"No, I can manage," I assure her. I hike both suitcases up as high as
possible and take the stairs sideways.
"Well, that was impressive," she laughs, "you're such a little thing; I
wasn't sure if you could manage that."
"I worked at my husband's landscape company for years," I say, then
amend, "ex-husband."
"I see," she says, her smile sympathetic. She pulls a black iron key from
her pocket, unlocks the door at the top of the stairs, and pushes it open.
"Jesus," I blurt, stunned. The entire left wall of the flat consists of a
large window overlooking the harbor. The start of the sunset reflects pinks
and purples on the water. It's stunning. "This is beautiful." I lower my voice
to a whisper, trying to preserve the magic. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases snag
my attention. Every nook and cranny is filled with books and trinkets that
make me itch to explore. Two overstuffed couches flank a carved coffee
table, a small two-person dining set behind it. The living room opens up to a
postage-stamp kitchen. The appliances look a bit dated, but nothing I hadn't
expected.
"Your bedroom is back through here." Millie turns from the window and
walks down the short hallway to the right of the kitchen, her sensible pumps
echoing off the walls. She opens the door to show me a simple double bed.
"The bathroom and a small office are right across the hall." She opens each
door, waiting for me to nod my approval before moving on.
"Looks absolutely perfect," I murmur, making my way back to the main
room, drawn by the view.
"Good." Millie smiles, then heads to the door. "Dinner is at six, dear."
"Dinner?"
"Did you think we'd let you eat alone in a strange country? It'll be on the
table every Sunday night at six." Millie's smile warms her face.
A weight I didn't realize I was carrying lifts from my shoulders, "Thank
you, Millie. It's nice to have a friend already."

I wander down the stairs and into the bookstore around 5:30, figuring I
could poke around until it was time for dinner; the stacks of books lying
haphazardly around the shop are calling to me like a siren's song.
"May I help you with something?" someone asks, the timbre of his
voice doing something funny to my insides.
I spin on my heel and bump into a wall of lean muscle, bracing myself
against his chest.
"Oh—" he stammers, taking a step back. A long, elegant finger pushes
his glasses up his nose, blue eyes staring back at me owlishly.
"I'm so sorry," I laugh, my hand over my racing heart, "It seems like we
may have startled each other." Dark hair curls around his face and over his
ears, almost making him seem boyish, but that first impression fades
quickly as I take in his bedroom eyes and chiseled jawline. God, he's
beautiful.
"I just wasn't expecting..." He motions from my head to my toes,
flustered. A blush creeps up his throat and into his cheeks.
He straightens, pulling on the lapels of his tweed jacket and clearing his
throat. "Let's try that again. Is there anything I can help you with?"
His frank stare and deep brogue have my own cheeks flushing. "I'm
Charlie; I'm renting the flat upstairs."
"You're Charlie. Of course you are." He slaps his hand to his forehead.
"You've come down for dinner?"
"Yes, I'm early, though. I thought maybe I could look around the store?"
I check my watch. "It's barely past 5:30, so I have a little time."
"Of course! You're more than welcome to look around any time." He
rocks on his heels for a couple of seconds. "I'm going to get back to work.
Let me know if you need anything."
I nod and move toward the books, watching him out of the corner of my
eye as he rifles through a stack of papers. After a few minutes, he shrugs out
of his jacket, rolling up his shirtsleeves to reveal muscled forearms. Fucking
hell. I definitely hadn't expected that. He runs his hands through his hair,
which explains its disheveled appearance. When I realize the book I'm
holding is upside down, I snap it close and walk over to him.
"What are you working on?" I ask, keeping my voice soft so I don't
startle him again.
"Ah, nothing fun, unfortunately." He shows me a page filled with
columns and figures. "I come to help my mum every Sunday. She refuses to
succumb to technology, so manual accounting it is."
"You're Millie's son!" I exclaim, the dots finally connecting.
"God, I should have introduced myself," he mutters. "Cameron." He
reaches his hand over the desk.
His grasp is cool and firm.
"So, what do you do the rest of the week when you're not here?" I ask,
curiosity getting the best of me.
"I'm an archeologist," he said, pushing his glasses back into place.
"God, that sounds pompous." He laughs. "Everyone here knows everyone
else's business. I haven't been asked that question in a very long time."
"Do you teach, or do you get to do all the cool stuff they show on TV?"
He chuckles. "I teach and I get to do the cool stuff."
I drag a chair over and sit on it backward, pushing my jacket sleeves up
a bit. "Tell me what it's like," I say, checking my watch. "But hurry, we only
have fifteen minutes till dinner."
"I can do better than just telling you. I'm heading to the Fairy Pools next
week if you want to come along?" He pauses, shyness creeping in a little.
"If you're not busy, I mean."
"Seriously?" I squeal, my bracelets jangling as I jump up.
Cameron grins, a dimple winking at me from his left cheek. "It's settled
then. Meet me out front at eight Friday morning. But first, dinner." He
walks to the back of the shop and holds the door open for me.

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I
can’t keep my eyes off Cameron as we eat dinner. I’m enamored with his
easy demeanor and how he looks at his mom as she’s telling stories
about his surprisingly rakish university days. He doesn’t stop her, only
interjects his side of things every once in a while, sometimes both of them
falling into fits of laughter so great they can barely finish the story.
"Now, Charlie," Millie says, standing up to start clearing the table,
"make sure you're dressed for the weather Friday. It may be June, but that
doesn't mean Mother Nature will cooperate."
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you so much for dinner, Millie. Can I help clean up
before I go upstairs?"
"Goodness, no. That's Richard’s job. I cook; he does dishes," she says
with an exaggerated wink. "Go on and enjoy your evening!" She shoos
Cameron and I out the door and back into the bookshop.
Cameron pauses amid the piles of twilight-lit books, looking at me with
a fire in the depths of his midnight gaze. "You don’t happen to have the next
couple of hours free, by chance?" he asks, running his long fingers through
his hair.
"I do," I respond, a smile tugging at my lips. "What do you have in
mind?"
"Honestly? Nothing beyond spending more time with you." He grabs
his jacket from behind the desk and grabs my hand, pulling me outside.
We walk out of the bookstore and step into a fairytale. Arcs of neon
clouds paint the sky over our heads as soft music drifts down the street, the
sound of bagpipes riding on the wind. Waves crash against the seawall,
sending tiny droplets of salty water floating through the air.
My breath hitches as Cameron turns toward me, the streetlight gilding
the planes of his face, reflecting in his eyes.
"There’s nothing quite like the golden hour in the Highlands," he
murmurs, pushing his glasses back into place. He holds his hand up, and I
press my palm to his, my heartbeat thudding in my ears as the mist swirls in
lazy circles around us. His touch lights me up, sparks of lust racing over my
skin and lodging deep in my core.
A door slams and we jerk our hands apart, the moment shattered.
"Would you like to grab a drink?" he asks, looking at me through his
eyelashes, his pinky caressing my hand like he wants to hold it, but he’s too
shy to ask.
"Over there?" I ask, pointing down the street.
Cameron nods, dark curls falling over his forehead.
"Yes, I would love to," I say, threading my fingers through his. I may
barely know this man, but one thing I do know is I never want this night to
end.
The music comes to an abrupt halt as we walk through the door of the
pub. A strong breeze rushes ahead of us, whipping my hair around my head
as I cross the threshold. I push it out of my face and freeze as a sea of
curious eyeballs turn our way.
"Everyone," Cameron calls out, "this is Charlie." He winks at me,
giving me the courage to stay put instead of running back outside. "Charlie,
this is everyone." A loud cheer goes up, and the music starts again – fiddles,
guitars, and piano all fighting for attention.
Cameron pulls me to a booth against the wall, making sure I’m settled
before heading to the bar. By the time he comes back with a massive beer in
each hand, my toes are tapping along to the music. I take a big gulp of the
beer and lick the mustache from my top lip, looking up at Cameron just in
time to see him watching me, his gaze following my tongue as it moves
over my lips. He mutters something under his breath and raises his glass to
his mouth, taking a couple of long drags. I watch as his Adam's apple bobs,
the line of his throat long and elegant. My fingers itch to unbutton the top
buttons of his shirt. Fuck if this man doesn’t belong in a renaissance
painting.
"What do you think?" he asks, raising his voice above the music.
"I love it!" I yell back, grinning. There’s a wild cheer as bagpipes join
in, the entire pub melting into absolute chaos. I'm obsessed. Chairs and
tables are pushed against the walls as three couples make their way to the
dance floor, their feet racing across the planks in a complicated jig.
Another cheer goes up as the music screeches to a halt, everyone
standing and moving to the center of the room.
"What's going on?" I ask Cameron, leaning toward him so he can hear
me.
He palms my jaw, angling my head to talk into my ear. "You'll see," he
chuckles, his breath warm against the shell of my ear, heat pooling in my
belly.
Before I can react, the woman beside me links her arm with mine, and
half a second later, we're stomping around the pub, chanting in time with
the music. Everyone is arm-in-arm, rotating in one giant circle, pulsing in
and out with the music, grinning and sweaty, whatever cares they had
brought with them long forgotten. When I feel I can't possibly take another
step, the music grinds to a halt and everyone breaks apart, heading back to
their seats.
Cameron pulls me close, our gazes locking, hunger replacing the
shyness. We're both breathing hard, goofy grins plastered to our faces.
"You want to cool down outside?" he asks, brushing at a strand of hair
stuck to my cheek.
I nod and he pulls me outside, cool air sliding over my skin like that
first drink of ice-cold water. We lean against the side of the building,
breathing hard. He catches me looking at him, and a smile tugs at his lips.
"You looked like a fire sprite in there," he murmurs, "I don't think I've
ever seen anything so beautiful." He glances at his watch and pushes off the
wall. "Fuck, I wish this night could last forever," he groans, taking my
hands in his. "I have an eight o'clock class tomorrow morning, so I can't
miss the last ferry." He stands in front of me, uncertainty playing over his
features. "I had a lot of fun tonight, Charlie. Will I see you Friday?"
"I’ll be here." Disappointment settles over my shoulders as he turns and
walks away. He takes several steps and then pauses, turning back toward
me. I crash into his embrace, burying my face in his chest and breathing
deeply. He kisses my forehead before we step away from each other.
"Goodnight, Charlie."
"Goodnight, Cameron," I murmur.
As I try to get comfortable in my tiny bed that night, it occurs to me that
I feel Cameron’s absence more acutely after just one night than I had ever
felt with Rob. I wasted years on someone that didn’t give a shit about me.
This is my chance. Go big or go home, right? Or in my case – go big,
and then I’d have to go home. I vow to myself right then and there to make
up for lost time.
The perfect Scottish summer is coming right up.

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T
he days fly by once I get into a routine. The library is the most
accessible place for me to work for now. I have access to several
sources of online records through their computer system, which allows
me to cross-check the information Arty had given me. By the end of the
week, I've traced back several generations and have copious notes on every
possible tidbit of information, not sure what I would need further down the
road when I painted the scenes. By Thursday evening, I'm pretty happy with
my progress, and I'm looking forward to a day not spent hunched over my
laptop and notebook.
I rush down the stairs Friday morning, right at eight. I'm dressed in so
many layers I've lost count: camisole, long johns, jeans, two pairs of socks,
short-sleeved shirt, long-sleeved shirt, sweater, jacket. I feel like the
marshmallow man. Cameron's waiting outside the bookstore, leaning
against an old army green Defender. He's dressed in fewer layers than I am:
weatherproof pants, flannel shirt, jacket, and ball cap. The sun is just
starting to peek over the hills, the golden light highlighting his face.
"Well, aren't you the rugged outdoorsman," I tease, dropping my
backpack into the back of his truck.
"Just wait," he wiggles his eyebrows, making his glasses slide down his
nose. "We'll have to pick up several of my students on the way to the pools.
This is just a scouting trip – getting the lay of the land, mapping the terrain,
things like that." He opens the car door for me and ensures I'm all the way
in before closing it carefully.
'Several' students turned out to be enough to pack into the back of the
vehicle like sardines. I have to move over to the middle of the front bench
seat to fit one more; not that I mind being pressed against Cameron, or the
fact that he has to reach between my knees to shift gears. They're boisterous
and make it impossible to hold a conversation, but I love it. It's exactly what
I need. I haven't been around a group of young people in a while. They help
to remind me of the carefree person I was before, of the pre-Rob Charlie.
She was a great girl. I miss her.
We drive on winding single-track roads, mountains crowding us on both
sides, music blasting out into the ether. After about ten minutes, he glances
over at me and then down at my hands resting on my lap. I smile and grab
his hand off the shifter, linking my fingers with his. He winks at me, a flash
of his dimple, and then he's turning his attention back to the road. I trace the
veins on the back of his hand with my fingertips. He squeezes my hand and
motions for me to look up. All at once, the peaks open into a wide swath of
valley bathed in greens and golds. The beauty is surreal. Cameron takes his
hand back to downshift, and then we're pulling into a small parking area.
"Ready?"
I nod, meeting him at the back of the truck, carefully tucking my camera
into my backpack. His students mill around, waiting for instructions. "Pick
a partner. Each pair takes one section of the valley. Your job is to find any
anomalies and map them," he says, holding up a clipboard with a gridded
map of the area. "The more meticulous you are now, the easier our work
will be later."
He turns to me as they squabble over who is going where and with
whom. "Since you've never been here before, I thought we could hike to the
top of the pools. We aren't usually blessed with weather like this. It would
be a miserable hike most other days," he says, squinting against the
sunlight.
"Sounds good," I say, shouldering my bag.
I can't take my eyes off him as he double-checks his pack and slings it
over his shoulders. I'm struggling to fit this version of Cameron with the
one from Sunday night. I had put him in such a neat box, and today he came
along and demolished it. I try to ignore how his jacket pulls across his back
as I follow him across the road and onto the trail. I force myself to look
away when I notice the fit of his pants. Lord, these layers were a bad idea. I
pull at the neck of my sweater, fanning it out several times, desperate for
some cool air.
The pools stair-step down the valley, the water bubbling over several
small waterfalls. It's the most beautiful place I have ever seen. We traverse
the well-worn path to the highest pool in about forty-five minutes. The sun
is beating down on our backs, the air filled with the heady musk of
blooming heather.
"Do you want to take a break before going back down?" Cameron asks,
holding his pack up to give his shoulders a reprieve.
"I'd love to snap some pictures," I say, setting my backpack on a rock
and fishing out my camera and lens.
"Are you hungry?"
"Famished," I admit. The stale scone I had eaten this morning wore off a
while ago.
"Good." His dimple flashes. "Go take your pictures, and we can eat
when you're finished." He sets his bag down and sits on a rock, propping
himself up with his elbows. God, he’s cute.
I walk down to the pool directly below us and take some pictures uphill,
hoping that I can somehow capture the beauty and magic of this place. The
sun illuminates the grass, bright greens popping against the glittering blue
water. It's mesmerizing. I return to Cameron and find he has laid out a small
feast.
"This is amazing!" I sit cross-legged opposite him, and he hands me a
steaming cup of coffee. There's some creamy soup with crusty bread and
butter. It smells amazing. "Do you always bring meals like this on your
excursions?" I ask, ripping into the bread.
"Fancier," he jokes, the corner of his mouth curling up. "I usually just
bring a protein bar," he admits. I watch as he bites off a piece of bread, the
muscles in his jaw working.
"Thank you," I blush, "I appreciate the thought."
"I know," he says as he smiles, "that's why I did it."
I can't manage to tear my gaze away as he licks a crumb from his lower
lip.

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he bread is perfect – fresh and pillowy on the inside, crunchy on the
outside.
"This is so good." I lick a bit of butter off my finger.
Cameron's gaze freezes on my mouth, his cheeks pink. "Tell me about
yourself, Charlie," he says finally, taking a bite.
"There's not much to tell, if I'm being honest. My given name is
Charlotte. I graduated with a bachelor's degree in business administration at
nineteen and started my own small business. Quit when my ex needed help
with his family business. Poured my life into that and then..." I pause,
unsure what to say. "Then I came here."
"Graduated at nineteen? That's impressive. How long were you
married?" he asks; his gaze holds no judgment, only curiosity.
"Five years."
"Five years? How old were you when you got married?"
“Barely twenty.” I grimace and hold up my hands. "I know, I know. I
should have listened to everyone that told me to wait."
"You're only twenty-six?” His eyes searched mine, waiting for my
response.
I nod. "And I feel like I haven't even had a chance to live yet. How old
are you?"
"Thirty-four. An old man compared to you."
"Experience is a good thing," I muse, immediately realizing how it
sounds the second the words come out of my mouth. "I did not mean it like
that," I stammer, the heat in his eyes lighting me on fire.
I'm boiling alive in these layers. I peel my jacket off, eyeing the water.
"Does anyone ever swim?" I ask, fanning my shirt, wondering if he'd be
scandalized if I stripped and jumped in.
"Yes, usually only the locals, though. It's freezing – a lot colder than it
looks." His gaze slides from the water to my eyes. "Local legend says these
pools are what made the fairies immortal."
"Well, in that case..." I shed my flannel and jeans, desperate to make
contact with the cool air. Silk whispers over my stomach as I pull off my
camisole, gooseflesh taking its place, my heart pounding as I stand there in
only my bra and underwear. "Are you coming?" I flip my hair forward and
pull it into a high bun, watching Cameron from the corner of my eye. He's
stretched out, his hands behind his head, the brim of his hat pushed up, his
full attention on me.
"Aye, I was just taking a moment to admire the view." He winks, pulling
at his laces, loosening one boot and then the other. His gaze roots me in
place as he stands and peels off his socks. Despite the cold, I can feel the
crackle of heat between us. I slide his jacket down his arms, tossing it to the
rocks. He grasps the bottom of his shirt, ignoring the buttons, and pulls it
over his head. I watch his muscles flex as he pulls his pants off, revealing
sculpted thighs and boxer briefs that don’t leave much to the imagination.
He links his fingers with mine and guides me toward the pool,
supporting me as we pick our way over the rocks.
"Ready?" he asks, pulling me to his side at the pool's edge. I pluck his
hat off his head, sling back toward our clothes, then carefully lift his glasses
from his face, setting them on a rock where they won't get crushed. We stare
at each other for a second, the tension thick.
"Ready," I breathe, floating in this moment like a bubble in a glass of
champagne.
"One, two, three... go!" We plunge into the water and come back up
spluttering and laughing, our gazes locked and hands intertwined. He pulls
me closer, his hands sliding along my skin, coming to rest on my hips. His
hair is slicked back, the elegant sweep of his jaw on display. The dark
spikes of his eyelashes frame eyes the color of the sky. His gaze drops to
my lips. My stomach tightens.
Caressing my cheek with one hand, he uses the other to pull me tight
against his body. He bends down to me, his nose brushing mine gently
before his lips melt into mine. I cling to him, my buoyancy making it hard
to keep my footing. His hands sweep down over my backside and hook on
my thighs as he backs up to the pool's edge, setting me on a rock just under
the water. He sprinkles tiny kisses on my ear, my neck, and the swell of my
chest. My nipples harden, begging for his touch. He pulses between my
legs, setting my entire body on fire. I whimper, pulling his mouth back to
mine. He deepens the kiss, his tongue dipping in to taste me. Sliding his
hand up, his thumb caresses the side of my breast. I arch into him, desperate
for his touch.
"Dr. MacDonald?"
He nips my bottom lips, his eyes hooded. "Fuck."
"Here!" he calls, angling his head so his voice will carry over the sound
of the waterfall.
One of the students pokes her head over the lip of the pool. "Are you
able to help Tanner and I?"
"Of course. Give me a minute." Once she disappears again, he presses a
gentle kiss to my lips. He brushes his thumb over my cheek, his gaze
intense. "I'll never forget this, Charlie." He sighs. "Time to activate teacher
mode." We climb out of the pool together, our teeth chattering after thirty
seconds. He scoops me into a hug, nestling his face into my neck. "Thank
you for coming today," he murmurs into my hair.
"Thank you for bringing me; I loved it." Today will be burned into my
memory forever.
He presses his forehead to mine, and I drown in the endless pools of his
eyes. "I'll be in the field this weekend, so I won't be able to make it to
dinner Sunday. Can I see you the weekend after?"
"Yes. Please," I say, not even trying to play it coy. I like him—a lot.
He smiles, cupping my jaw, catching my lips with his. The kiss is filled
with inevitability. We're at a tipping point and there is no going back.

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I
daydream about Cameron at the most inconvenient times, like when I'm
supposed to be working. I've caught myself staring into space several
times over the last half an hour.
It's a problem.
I sigh, frustrated with my lack of progress. Get with it, Charlie. If I don't
get further in my research soon, it will jeopardize my finish date. I can't do
that to Arty – especially with him footing the bill for this trip. I need to get
shit done now, so I don't feel guilty spending time with Cameron on
Sunday. I scrub my hands over my face and gulp down the rest of my
coffee. I can do this.
The following week passes the same way; only my daydreams are
getting more explicit by the day. This wasn't the first time I've found myself
squeezing my thighs together while looking up Arty's ancestors in the tiny
registry office. I slam my laptop closed and walk back to the flat. Cameron
will be here tomorrow. I don't know what to expect. As far as I know, he
doesn't ever stay overnight, and there's no way we can disappear to my
room for a couple of hours – the walls are thin, and I refuse to put Cameron
or his parents in that position.
My phone dings, startling me. It's Cameron. My heart hammers in my
chest.
Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Me, too.

My mom wants me to help with inventory. I would love to see you after.

I can help with inventory, too. It will go faster that way.

Y ou have no idea how happy that makes me. This may be too soon to say
this, but I couldn't stop thinking about you this week. I didn't get anything
done at work.

I cover my smile with my hand and do a little dance. God, he makes me


happy.

Same. : )

What are you doing?

I'm sprawled across my bed.


I just got back from getting absolutely nothing done at the records office.

...because you were thinking about me?

...maybe.

:D
I jump when a video call comes through. Holy shit.
"Hey," he rasps. He's leaning against his headboard, glasses pushed up
on top of his head. An open white button-down shirt is the only thing I can
see other than the huge, cheesy grin pointed my way.
"Hi."
We stare at each other for a couple of seconds before we both start
laughing.
"Why didn't we do this sooner?" he asks, "It's so good to see your face."
"I've missed you." The words slip out.
His face softens. "I wish I was with you right now."
This is unbearable. "What are you wearing?" I ask, giggling – giggling!
Oh my God. Mortification heats my cheeks.
He coughs, surprised. "I have to admit, I had high hopes when I called,
but I never thought you'd be the one saying those words."
"You have no idea what's been going through my head the last six days.
This is tame in comparison."
"Fuck, Charlie." He flips his camera. Black boxers cover his bottom
half, his erection straining against them. God.
I lick my lips, imagining running my tongue down his length. He flips
the camera back around, his eyes hooded.
"Your turn."
"Hang on." I jump up, strip out of my jeans and t-shirt then lay back on
the bed. "Okay, ready now." I flip the camera, angling the phone so most of
my body from the neck down was in the frame. I look at him looking at me,
and I almost come undone.
He groans, the muscle in his jaw ticking. His hand moves down his
body and out of the frame.
"Flip your camera," I order, desperate to see.
He does, then pulls the waistband of his boxers down, his cock
springing up. I watch as he grasps it, running a hand from base to tip. I open
the front clasp of my bra and palm my breast, pinching my nipple. He
moans, his hand keeping a steady rhythm. I slide my hand down my
stomach and underneath my underwear, pressing my fingers to either side
of my clit. Seeing him fucking his hand is almost too much to handle.
"I need to see your face, Charlie," he says, groaning as he slides his
hand down his shaft. I arch against my hand, my breathing unsteady.
We flip our cameras at the same time. His gaze meets mine, his eyelids
dropping lower every time he strokes his cock. I moan as I feel the
beginnings of my orgasm start.
"Oh, God," he whispers, fumbling with his phone. The screen flips
again, and I see his hips bucking up, his hand slamming down. I groan,
deep and primal. His abs contract right before he starts to come. His cock
jerks, and I explode against my fingers. Cameron flips his camera mid-
orgasm, and we finish while staring into each other's eyes. He tilts his head
back, the strong column of his neck on display. I desperately want to lick it.
"Fuck," he chuckles in disbelief. "I'm going to go wash up. I'll be right
back." The screen goes dark as he drops the phone onto the bed.
Holy shit. Had little ol' me just masturbated over video with my crush?
That is the hottest thing I have ever experienced. I prop my phone up
against the bedside lamp and pad to the bathroom. I can't believe I just did
that. As I wash up, I think about how I would have never done something
like this before. I'm proud of myself for pushing my boundaries. I smile as I
dry my hands. I'm happy for the first time in a long time. I walk back into
the bedroom to see Cameron watching me, his lip caught in his teeth.
"You're fucking sexy, Charlie."
Instead of brushing off the compliment, I thank him.
"I want to stay on with you all night⁠—"
"But you have an early drive tomorrow, so you're going to do the smart
thing and hang up now and then go to bed," I finish for him. He looks like
he might argue for a second, but he smiles instead. The kind of smile that
allows you to see their soul. And all at once, I know this man is different.

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C
ameron explodes into my flat the following morning. He flings his
jacket and briefcase on the couch and folds me into his body, his
hands warm and sure on my back. His touch is gentle. Tender. He
pulls my face to his, worshipping me with his lips.
"Cameron, was that you?" Millie's sing-song voice floats up the stairs.
He holds a finger to his mouth and winks at me, his dimple making an
appearance. I stand silently, Cameron's pelvis pinning me to the wall.
"Charlie?" I hear Millie's steps on the stairs.
Sorry, I mouth as I duck away from him and scurry for the door. "Hi,
Millie!" I plaster a smile on my face.
"Hi, dear," she stops only a couple of steps from the bottom. "Is
Cameron up there? I thought I heard him come in."
"Hullo, Mum." Cameron squeezes my ass as he brushes past me.
"There you are! Ready to get started?"
"Is there anything I can help with?" I ask.
Cameron says, "Yes" at the same time his mother says, "No". She looks
at him with reproach. "Don't rope her in, Cameron; she's our guest."
He smirks. "Why don't we let her make that decision?" He turns to me,
"We're working on inventory today. Would you like to help?"
"Yes," I say quickly, too quickly. Millie narrows her eyes and looks
between Cameron and me like she's trying to figure out a puzzle.
Cameron shoots her a quick smile. "See, Mother? Plus, what's that
phrase you always used to say when I was younger? Many hands make light
work?"
"Naughty boy. She's our guest."
"You're right, I am a naughty boy." Cameron wiggles his eyebrows at
me, grinning.
"Cameron!" I hiss, mortified.
His laugh echoes off the walls, his eyes like sapphires sparkling in the
sun.
"Well, come on then," Millie huffs, heading back down to the bookshop.
"Yes, follow the naughty boy downstairs," Cameron whispers. I roll my
eyes but follow him anyway.
Five hours fly by, and Cameron's company is the perfect remedy for
tedious work.
"Come on!" Cameron whispers to me the second Millie breaks for tea.
His hand envelopes mine as he pulls me out of the bookshop. He holds his
finger over his lips, motioning for me to be quiet. The door snicks closed
behind us; he grins at me – a broad, joyful smile that makes me melt.
"Do you know how many books I counted today?" he asks, his smile
turning into a goofy smirk.
"No clue."
"Me neither. That's the problem. I was paying more attention to you
than I was to the books. I couldn't stand to be holed up in there for one more
second."
I honestly hadn't minded doing inventory. There was something relaxing
about such a mundane, methodical task. My mind could empty and focus –
almost like I was meditating. Plus... books.
"So, what are we going to do?"
"I haven't gotten that far yet. But I know what I want to do first." He
closes the distance between us, gripping my waist and pulling me tight
against him. He brushes his lips across mine, soft as a feather. He pulls
away before I can deepen the kiss, his thumb caressing my cheek. "Do you
want to go see the Fairy Glen?"
"Yes, I've been wanting to go!"
"Come on, then." He grins, pulling me with him down the sidewalk. We
stop at the cafe and grab some sandwiches before taking off in his Defender.
An emotion I can't place swells in me as we drive through the emerald
hills – like an animal waking up after a long hibernation. My heart pounds
in my ears, giddiness bubbling up until I have to slap a hand over my grin to
keep it in. This place makes me happy. I had forgotten what that felt like.
I crank open the window, the wind turning my hair into a tornado, the
air cool between my fingers. I lean back and close my eyes, the wind and
music cocooning my senses. This summer was turning into a series of
moments I will never forget.
I don't open my eyes until Cameron pulls off the road to park the car.
He's looking at me, his expression soft.
"You're beautiful."
"So are you," I say, pushing a lock of dark hair off his forehead. I brush
my fingers over the blush creeping up his cheeks, his skin soft against my
fingertips. His eyes are impossibly blue, his eyelashes so dark they look like
shadows. He smiles, his dimple flashing. I push my feelings down as we get
out of the car. I know this isn't going anywhere. That it can't go anywhere.
It's just for fun. He likes me. I want him—end of story.
The clouds take on an ominous hue as we start the hike. We both remain
optimistic, especially as we near the Glen. Fat raindrops start coming down
just as we descend into what looks like the birthplace of fairies. Whorls of
rock are scattered over velvety grass. A worn path leads up to what looks
like it could have been a rock spire at one time. Perhaps even a tower. We
explore for about ten minutes before we're both soaked and shivering.
Cameron wraps his arm around me as we run back down the path, trying to
shield my body from the rain.
"Now what?" I ask when we get back to his car, my teeth chattering. "I
don't want to get the seat wet!"
"Get in the back, I'll turn on the heat." He turns the truck on, cranks the
heat, and hops in the back with me.
I fold in on myself, desperate for some warmth, my teeth chattering
uncontrollably.
"You're going to have to strip, Charlie. Your lips are purple."
"Only if you strip with me," I say, trying to sound cheeky, but it gets lost
in the chattering.
"Good thinking." He winks, but it's outshone by the massive shiver that
shakes his shoulders.
We peel off our layers and drape them as best we can over the front
vents. He pulls me onto his lap, squeezing me in his arms, one hand
sweeping up and down my back. I rest my cheek against his shoulder.
Slowly my shivering subsides, replaced by uneven breathing.
"Better? Your teeth aren't chattering anymore."
"Better," I say, trying to ignore the fire igniting in the places we're
pressed together. I can't stop looking at his lips, licking mine like I want to
lick his. My thoughts must be written on my face because his pupils blow
wide a second later. He groans my name and I lose control.
I crush my mouth to his. His lips are so soft, molding to mine like they
belong there. He cups my jaw, angling my head. His tongue slicks over my
lips, pushing past them. He moans and repositions me so I'm straddling his
waist. I gasp as his hard length presses against me, rocking against him,
shuddering.
"You're sure you want this?" he asks, pressing his forehead to mine.
"Yes, Cameron. I want this. I want you."
His hand slides up my ribs and over my breast, rolling my nipple
between his fingers. I pull his boxers down just enough for his cock to
spring out, wrapping my hand around the base and squeezing lightly.
He groans and fucks my hand for a couple of strokes. "Charlotte, it's
been a while..."
"It's okay," I smile, touched by his admission.
"No, it's not," he rasps, his voice strained. "Are you able to reach the
condoms in the glove box?"
"I think so?" I disentangle myself from him and twist around, leaning
forward toward the glove box. He runs his hands over my ass, kneading and
spreading. He slides a finger through my arousal, moaning as he pushes it
in.
"You're so wet," he groans, reaching up and rolling my clit underneath
his fingers. My breath shudders out of me as he takes the condom from me,
deftly rolling it over his shaft.
"Do you want me to turn around?" I ask, looking over my shoulder at
him. He's breathing hard, his dark curls falling over his forehead.
He shakes his head, gripping my hips and guiding me back until the
head of his cock is nestled at my entrance. I push back and impale myself,
whimpering as he fills me. He moans as I squeeze around him. He has open
access to my clit and uses it, circling the bundle of nerves until I'm panting
his name. I grind against his fingers as I ride him, his head pushing against
my g-spot with every thrust. He pushes and pulls with his fingers, stretching
places he was already stretching with his cock, and fuck, it feels good.
"Please, for the love of God, don't stop," I sob.
Cameron bites my shoulder in reply. I explode around him, pinpricks of
light swimming in my vision.
"God, Charlie," he moans, pounding up into me, holding me still with
an arm around my middle. I move against him until the aftershocks are over
and he stops twitching inside me.
I lean back, turning to bury my face in his neck. "I'm warm now."
His chuckle skitters through my bones. It's the sexiest fucking sound
I've ever heard.

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T
he following week goes by slow as molasses. By Saturday evening, I
am cross-eyed from scanning through microfiche after microfiche. I
still haven't attempted to start on the maternal side of Arty's family –
some of the information has to be wrong, but I can't figure it out. It's pissing
me off. Instead, I spend my time mapping out Arty's paternal side. I have a
great start so far – five generations and counting. I'm hopeful I'll be able to
trace at least one side back to a king or queen; that's where all the good
stories are. One of my favorite parts is finding those little tidbits of
goodness so I can bring someone's ancestry to life.
A knock on my door wakes me out of a dead sleep. I fumble around for
my phone. Seven A.M. Fuck. I groan and drag myself from the bed, pulling
on my robe. Cameron is standing there with a pastry bag and two coffees, a
slight grimace on his face when he realizes he woke me up.
"I'm sorry, Charlie. I did bring coffee, though." He pushes it into my
hands, a sacrifice to the sleep gods.
"I forgive you," I mumble, taking a careful sip.
"I wish we could do something today, but Mom wants me to stock the
shelves, plus I still need to do the regular bookkeeping." He makes a face.
"I'll help."
"I can't ask you to do that, Charlie."
"You didn't ask me, I offered. I need a break from my research, anyway.
Plus, I'd rather spend time with you working than not seeing you at all." I
peck his cheek, his skin warm under my lips.

I' m in the middle of stocking some paperbacks when I hear Cameron cuss
under his breath. He's standing at the desk, staring at the computer screen.
He has the strangest look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I ask, walking over to him.
He shakes his head, his lips pressed into a tight line. He runs his hands
through his hair before grabbing his jacket from the desk, his movements
jerky.
"I need a break. Do you want to come to the cafe with me?" He won't
look me in the eye. Alarm bells clang in my head. Fucking hell.
"Sure, let's go." I keep my voice under control despite my
jackhammering heart.
He slides his hand into mine and pulls me outside, flipping the sign
before locking the door behind us. We walk to the cafe in silence, fingers
intertwined. I wish he would blurt out whatever it is, but at the same time, I
don't want to hear it. Cameron pulls a chair out at one of the outside tables,
the cold of the metal biting through my jeans as I sit down. He goes inside
to get tea. I watch the waves batter the seawall. My stomach churns.
"Thank you," I murmur as he hands me tea and a croissant. I wrap my
hands around the mug just as much for warmth as for comfort.
He sits down opposite me, his gaze on his croissant as he pulls off a
bite. I take those few moments to study him. Memorize him. The slight curl
of his hair as it falls over his forehead, the sharp cut of his jaw against the
green of his scarf, the thick eyelashes shielding his eyes.
"Cameron, come on," I say, struggling to keep my breathing regular.
"God, I'm sorry." He pushes his glasses up his nose, his eyes finally
meeting mine. "I just got an email offering me a spot on an African
archeological team." The words tumble from his lips.
"Oh my God!" Oh my God. I'm going to be sick. I force a smile. "That's
amazing news!"
"Is it, though?" he says, searching my face for the words I'm holding
back, his eyes desperate.
"Of course it is! This is what you've been working for!" He's quiet. Too
quiet. "We can still call each other—" I continue, but my voice doesn't
sound convincing, so I stop.
"I'm not sure if we can." He groans in frustration. "The assignment is in
a remote area. I have no idea how often I would have cell service." He
squares his shoulders and meets my gaze, "I'm thinking about not taking it,
Charlie."
"Cameron, no. You have to take it." It hurts like hell, but I mean it.
There's no way I'll let him give up this opportunity for whatever this is
between us.
His eyes shutter, "You don't understand the spell you have me under, do
you?" He shakes his head, his eyes on the horizon.
"You can't turn down this job because of me! This is your dream. I'll
still be here." I pause. "Well, maybe not here, but you know what I mean."
"Will you, though?" He takes my hand in his, tracing the sensitive skin
inside my fingers. He sighs. "I'm not going to ask you to wait for me.
There's no telling how long the project will last. You'll be long gone, back
to your life in America."
He's right, of course, but hell if I'm going to tell him that.
He tells his family at dinner that night. He leaves in eight days. When I
see how ecstatic his mom and dad are for him, I know I made the right
decision. I walk with him to his car after dinner, doing my best to be happy
for him. I stop next to his car, and he draws my body to him, cupping my
face between his hands. He presses his forehead to mine, his eyes shining.
"Fuck." He inhales sharply. He starts to say something but then stops,
blowing out a breath. "I'll see you Sunday for dinner." He kisses me quickly
and drives off without looking back.
I want to scream after him to stay and see what this could become, that
this was something special. But I don't. I wipe under my eyes, watching as
his car disappears. I have a week to get my shit together.

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C
ameron brings me to a swanky farm-to-table restaurant the following
Sunday. Millie and Richard are out of town at a baby shower, so we
get this one dinner alone. One night alone. The meal is the best I've
had in Scotland so far. I eat slowly, savoring the food and the company. His
eyes are dark as the shadows from the candlelight caress his face.
He reaches across the table and pushes my hair back from my face,
stroking my cheek with his thumb. "I don't know how to leave you."
I rest my cheek against his palm and smile even though my heart feels
like it's breaking. "Yes, you do. First, you go home and pack. Then you get
on that plane tomorrow morning. Then you live your dream."
He studies my face, his gaze catching on my lips. "Spend the night with
me?" he asks, not waiting for my answer before leaning across the table and
crushing his mouth to mine.
Desire rushes through my veins. I frame his face with my hands and
pull him up with me as I stand. I sigh against his lips as our bodies fit
together. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites, soothing it with a
swipe of his tongue. He rests his forehead against mine, "Yes or no,
Charlie?"
"Yes. Definitely yes," I whisper, struggling to catch my breath.
He throws several bills on the table and wraps his arm around me,
stroking the sensitive skin below my breast. He side-steps around me, his
erection pressing into my side. I push back, barely able to stop myself from
rubbing against him like a cat.
"Fuck, Charlie," he whispers, his hand sliding around my throat, the
touch gentle. Possessive.
I turn to face him, running my hand from his shoulder to his fingertips. I
tug lightly. "Come on." I pull him out of the restaurant, and we make it
several steps before he crushes me against a wall in the alleyway. His lips
move over mine hungrily, no sign of the tentativeness from last week. His
thumb caresses the side of my breast, and I growl in frustration, pulling his
hand up to cover my nipple. I push my fingers through his hair and tug. He
groans, his hands sliding down to my hips and pressing me close.
His cock pushes against the seam of my jeans, the ridge against my clit.
I cling to him, pushing my hips down. As his lips move to my ear, I drop
my head back against the wall. I clutch the waistband of his pants and pull
him closer, riding him.
He presses his forehead to the wall. "Fuck ... me," he groans, thrusting
back once before holding my hips in a vice grip. He pierces my soul with
his hooded gaze before backing up a couple of steps. He looks around to
make sure no one is watching before reaching down and adjusting his cock.
I can see the tip peeking out of his waistband before he pulls his shirt back
down. I close the space between us in one stride, pushing him against the
opposite wall. I cup him and stroke his length several times, pushing his
shirt up with my other hand so I can see it. I pull his waistband out slightly
and circle my tongue over him, following the ridge.
Cameron sucks a breath through his teeth and pulls me up to meet his
mouth, cradling my face with his hands. He angles his lips over mine,
fucking my mouth with his tongue. His hand drops to my ass, pulling me
tight against his cock. I groan into his mouth, desperate. He turns me to the
wall, pinning me with his chest as he grinds against me.
"I can't stop fucking thinking about doing this," he says, his breath hot
on my ear as he slips his hand down the front of my pants. He cups me over
my underwear. I push against him, wanting – needing – more. He palms my
throat with his other hand, pulling me against him and angling my head
back so he can look me in the eyes. I whimper as his finger inches closer to
my center. He gazes at me, watching my reaction as he pulls the fabric
aside. My eyes roll back as his fingertip slowly slides over my clit to where
I'm wet and ready.
"God, Charlie," he groans, pushing into me. I moan and grind against
his palm.
"Fuck me, Cameron – please," I whisper, my lips a hairsbreadth from
his.
"Soon." He pulls his hand away, his gaze holding mine as he licks his
fingers clean. Stepping out of the alley, he stops every few feet to burn me
alive with his kisses. He drops his keys twice before successfully unlocking
the door to the bookstore. We slam against the inside of the door, his lips
crushing mine. I squirm against him, seeking out friction. Strong hands grip
the back of my thighs as he lifts me, hoisting me onto the high library-style
desk. I start to protest about how far away his cock is, but he ignores me.
"Unbutton," he growls, pulling my shoes off. I obey. He jerks my jeans
from my legs as I pull my shirt over my head. He grabs scissors from the
desk, and cuts both sides of my panties, pulling them away from my body
with a groan.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark. Hungry.
God, he's beautiful.
He palms my thighs, squeezing. He runs his hands to my knees before
pushing them open against the desk, exposing me to the cool air.
His eyes drink me in as if he’s memorizing every freckle, every fold.
He holds my gaze as he lowers himself. Starting at my belly button, he
traces a path with his lips. He pauses, letting the anticipation build before he
swirls his tongue over my clit. I twist my fingers into his hair with a groan,
holding him close. He pulls my hips up, hooking my knees over his
shoulders, licking from bottom to top. I buck against his mouth as he dips
his tongue inside me. I pull at him, needing more.
"Come for me," he growls, his lips slick against me.
"I've never—"I protest, but then I forget how to speak as he flattens his
tongue over my clit, rolling it over and over. I squeeze my knees around his
head as the pressure starts building, riding his face toward the light. I
explode on his tongue, spasming as he continues his assault.
He pulls away when I relax my legs, wiping his face on his shoulder. He
looks down at me, breathing hard, his dark curls falling over his forehead
like a crown.
"Please," I beg. I feel vulnerable spread over the desk, but the way he
looks at me gives me the confidence I never knew I had.
"Please, what, Charlie? Say it." His voice reverberates over me,
goosebumps racing across my skin.
"Fuck me, Cameron. Please." I push myself into a sitting position so I
can get my hands on him. He takes advantage of my height and captures a
nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. My back bows, a garbled moan spilling
from my mouth.
"Fucking hell, Charlie." His expression is pained as he adjusts himself.
I fold my arms around his neck and wiggle myself off the desk,
wrapping my legs around his torso as I drop down. He grunts as I land
against his cock. "Fuck me, Cameron," I breathe against his ear, rubbing
myself against his hard length.
"If you don't stop, I won't be able to control myself, Charlie," he rasps,
his voice strangled.
"I don't want control," I pant, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I
pull myself up, grinding my clit up and down over the ridge of his head.
He walks toward the stairs, reaching underneath me to unbuckle his
belt. His cock springs free, his skin searing mine.
"No," I mumble into his neck, "I can't make it up there. Now."
He growls his agreement, pressing my back into the nearest set of
bookshelves. "Look at me."
I do. Hooded eyes burn me alive, a fire roaring in the deep abyss of
ocean blue. He slides his hands below my butt, lifting me to free his cock
from between us. Holding my gaze, he lowers me until his tip is nudging at
my entrance. I try to impale myself, but his grip is relentless. He drags his
cock through my slick folds, back and forth, dipping in a quarter inch more
every time he passes my core. I'm trembling from anticipation, convulsing
whenever he comes close. He pulls me away from the shelves and pivots to
the window, setting me on the wide sill. He pushes his hair out of his face
and brushes his lips over mine.
I look over my shoulder, eyes wide. This side of the building faces the
alley. The streetlight shining directly into the window will give someone a
show if they happened to be out at this hour. "Cameron, someone will see
us."
"I want them to," he says darkly, his eyes glinting in the light. He looks
down between us, a dark curl falling over his forehead.
I watch as he grips his cock, one stroke has him pulling his lower lip
into his mouth. He drags it over me, sliding it back and forth over my clit
until I'm shaking with need. He positions it at my entrance but stops and
looks up at me, smoothing the hair from my face with a tender touch. "I
want to see your face when I sink my cock into you, Charlie."
I nod incoherently, a breath shuddering out of me. I'm almost there, and
he's barely touching me. He pushes into me. Only an inch, but I'm
squeezing around him, desperate.
"Fuck, Charlie," he chokes, pulling out. A needy whine breaks free from
my throat, but I strangle on it as he pushes a finger into me, crooking it up
and rubbing until I'm on the edge. He pauses, looking at me through his
lashes, "You're perfect. So fucking perfect." He keeps his finger inside me
as he pushes his cock in below it.
I choke on a scream, bucking against him. He keeps his finger moving
as he slowly pulls his cock back out, then in again. "Does it feel good?" he
asks, his entire body shaking with restraint.
I nod, barely able to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.
"I'm going to try something. If you don't like it, I'll stop. Just tell me."
He stills when I don't answer, forcing me to answer him before he'll start
moving again.
"I will. Promise," I rasp, my voice low and husky.
He looks where we're joined, his jaw flexing. He pulls his cock almost
all the way out and then slides his free hand over my stomach, stopping just
below my belly button. He presses down firmly, keeping the pressure there
as he looks up at me. "Good?"
I moan my affirmation.
His gaze stays on my face as he pushes back in, his finger rubbing that
spot again.
Holy fuck. Stars bloom behind my eyes. I can feel every ridge, every
vein. I can feel the universe.
I sob his name, needing something I can't name. It's never felt like this
before.
The sensation is too much and not enough. It's everything and nothing.
I'm floating in the ether between worlds when he moves his hands, one
gripping my hip. He reaches behind me with his other, swirling a finger
where we're joined before sliding it over my back entrance. He jerks me
forward, fully seating me on his cock as he pushes his finger in.
Oh my fucking God. My back feels like it's breaking. He sets a hard
pace, his hand bruising as he pulls and pushes me to meet him. My body
convulses around him, a sob clawing its way out of me as everything turns
black.
Never could I have imagined it could be like this.
My vision returns just as he starts to come. His head is thrown back, his
bottom lip held tightly in his teeth. He snaps his head down suddenly, our
gazes locking. One more jilted thrust, and he's exploding in me, his hand
leaving my hip to cradle the back of my head, his mouth crashing to mine.
We stay pressed together for a couple of minutes, harsh breaths puffing
against tender skin. "You know what you're doing, don't you?" I mumble
into his shoulder.
He eyes me. "And you took it like a fucking champ, Charlie."
I groan, his words making my pussy clench around him. He chuckles,
but it doesn't quite reach his eyes as reality crashes around us.

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T
he days drag by. It’s been three weeks since Cameron left, but it feels
more like three months. I spend mornings at the cafe, the tiny tables
limiting me to my laptop. Every day around eleven, I grab a coffee and
head to the pub where I can spread out a little. I'm trying not to dwell on the
fact that I haven't heard from Cameron yet. It hurts more than I want to
admit. Funny how hopes can rise to ridiculous heights without even
realizing it. However, I find the more time I spend out in nature, pouring
myself into my work – living – the more my perspective shifts. I begin to
recognize my relationship with Cameron for what it was: the perfect person,
the fucking wrong time. It was the best summer fling I could have ever
hoped for.
I roll my shoulders, my muscles aching from the hours I've spent in this
stupid booth. Frustration is beginning to set in. I'm still not making any
progress on Arty's maternal side. My stomach grumbles at me, and I
acknowledge it with a long sigh. I slide off the bench, careful not to disturb
my papers, knowing one errant draft could send them flying. I lift my arms
above my head and stretch, my back thankful for the respite.
One more day gone with almost nothing to show. Hmph.
As I hoist myself onto the stool at the bar, I realize that the energy is a
little different tonight – a little darker. A lot edgier. Then I spot the reason
why. Someone who is definitely not the normal wrinkly bartender is at the
other end of the bar, his back to me as he pours a beer. He's not like anyone
I've seen my entire time here. For one, he isn't over sixty. Secondly, his
clothes are not typical – or maybe it's the body under them; gray jeans hug
thick thighs, the bottoms shoved into beat-up leather boots. Tattoos shift
over his muscles as he eases the tap closed.
"Charlie!" A regular raises his glass to me from across the bar, a wide
smirk on his face.
I jump in my seat and grimace sheepishly, knowing I was caught.
The bartender glances over his shoulder at me, his eyebrow cocked with
curiosity. He sets the beer down and wipes his hands, flipping the towel
over his shoulder as he turns toward me.
My heart stutters in my chest. Holy God. I forget how to breathe.
Perfect white teeth flash from the depths of a dark beard. He pulls his
hair into a bun as he stalks my way, his shirt riding up just enough to make
the saliva evaporate from my mouth.
"What can I get you?" he asks, leaning against the bar, ducking, so his
face is level with mine. Whisky eyes pull me into their depths without
warning. I'm drowning.
"Lass?"
"Uh—um—" I stammer, heat rising in my cheeks. I break eye contact,
desperately trying to get my mouth to work.
He lowers his head even more, looking me in the eye. "I won't bite ye,
lass." His brogue skitters over my skin.
His gaze drops to my lips as I lick them. I take a deep breath, but it's
filled with him. I can't escape. I push back, the stool cracking against the
floor like a gunshot. He plants one hand on the bar, swings his legs over,
and lands beside me.
"Easy," he whispers, righting the stool. I sway a bit, and he grasps my
upper arms gently, either to hold me upright or to stop me from running –
they both seem equally likely.
I must look positively feral looking up at him, my heart galloping in my
chest.
I needed to get a fucking grip.
I blow out the breath I hadn't meant to hold and force myself to take
deep, controlled breaths.
"Sorry about that." I pray to God he can't see my stained cheeks in the
low light. "May I have the fish and chips, please?" I force a smile.
"Aye. Are you feeling well?" He looks me up and down, worried.
"I'm fine, thank you." I jerk from his grasp and turn back to my table,
my senses jumbled. I don't dare look back as I slide into the booth. A
thousand bees buzz under my skin. Breathe in. Breathe out. Is this what a
panic attack feels like? I massage my temples, forcing myself to focus on
the notes in front of me. Tracing Arty's lineage helps to center me, my
breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Do you want to eat at the bar?"
I jump, startled. The bartender holds a plate piled high with steaming
crispy fish and golden fries. "Oh! Give me one second." I shuffle my papers
around, attempting to stack them in some semblance of order. He sets the
plate down on the spot I cleared, grabs my empty glass, and heads back to
the bar. I sigh in relief. That wasn't so bad. I break a fry in half, blowing on
it before taking a tiny bite. A frosty glass of beer plunks on the table from
over my shoulder. His shadow looms over me from behind the bench, his
hair tickling my collarbone. I shiver.
If he's going to be here regularly, I'll have to break tradition and start
sitting on the other side of the booth so he can't surprise me. Hell, who am I
kidding? If he's here every day, I'll have to find a different spot to work;
there is no way I will be able to concentrate with him around.
"Thank you," I say, my voice husky. I clear my throat, embarrassed.
"My pleasure." He slides into the bench across from me and reaches out
his hand. "I'm Jack."
"Charlotte," I say, my hand impossibly small inside his. "My friends call
me Charlie." A Celtic tattoo wraps around his left forearm, smaller tattoos
scattered over his knuckles.
"It's nice to meet you, Charlotte." His fingers pass over the sensitive
skin of my wrist before he releases my hand. "What is all this?" he asks,
flipping the paper closest to him so he can read it.
"Careful!"
He chuckles. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He winks, his gaze dipping to
my lips before returning to reading the paper.
"I'm not so sure," I say under my breath, studying the rough callouses
that cover his broad hands.
"Mmm," he hums, the sound so throaty it's almost a moan. I press my
thighs together, mortified that one innocent sound could make me react that
way.
"I didn't mean it like that," I mutter, covering my cheeks with my hands.
I have to crane my neck as he pushes himself up from the table. He
studies me for a second before one side of his mouth quirks up. "I did." He
slides the paper toward me with one thick finger. "This is wrong."
I snatch the page from him, examining it.
"Jack, you lazy ass, I need a refill!" someone shouts from the bar. He
glances over, scowling at the interruption.
"Stay?" he asks, turning his molten gaze back to me.
"What?"
He squats down, looking up at me through thick eyelashes. "Stay." He
sweeps a strand of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. "We close
at midnight. I'll tell you what I know about the family you have on this
paper if you stay."
I fight the urge to push my cheek into his palm, my scrambled brain
failing to send a warning signal.
"Please?" He gives me puppy eyes, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.
Fuckkk. "Maybe."
He studies me for a second longer, then nods, only turning back to the
bar when someone yells his name. "Shut up, you old geezer," he shouts,
laughing.
I watch him go, unable to tear my gaze away. I swallow heavily. This
feels dangerous.

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y the time I drink the last of my beer, my laptop is close to dying. I
usually don't use it in the pub, but if Jack was right, I have a ton of
new research ahead of me. I lean over to look for an outlet under the
table. Nothing. Hmph. I scan the wall until I get to the only visible outlet,
nothing except for one in the hallway leading to the kitchen. Then I spot
one on a support post by the bar. Of fucking course. I debate in my head for
thirty seconds, ultimately deciding that it's safer not to put myself anywhere
near that specimen of a man.
Jack pulls the laptop from my hands. "You didn't believe me?" He walks
over to the bar and plugs it in.
"Believe what?" I ask, trailing behind him.
"When I told you I wouldn't bite."
"No, I don't believe that at all."
"Good girl." He winks, his eyes sparkling.
This is bad. Really bad.
I settle myself on the stool and open the laptop, ignoring him. Trying to
ignore him.
"Beer?" he asks, his hand poised over an empty glass behind the bar.
"Please," I drop my gaze, determined to keep working.
I'm finally starting to make some headway when the music turns down
and the lights on the far side of the pub turn off. I look up to see Jack
flipping chairs over the tables and sweeping under them. I check my watch
– it's past midnight. I hop down and slide the laptop into my bag, startled by
how much time had slipped past.
"I meant it when I said I would help you," Jack says, walking over to
me, "Just give me a few more minutes to finish cleaning up."
"Let me at least help." I hold my hand out for the broom.
He hesitates before gently placing it in my hand. "Thank you, lass." He
pulls the towel from his shoulder and starts wiping down the bar. I watch
his muscles move under his skin, the broom forgotten. He freezes, evidently
feeling my gaze, but he doesn't turn. I pick up sweeping where he left off,
trying desperately to keep my eyes on the floor. I hear him push through the
kitchen doors, and I take a deep breath, shaking the tension out of my body.
I'm finishing up as he shoulders back through the kitchen door, holding two
steaming plates of pasta.
"I'm starving and figure you might be, too? It's been a while since you
ate."
"Thank you." I can't help the grin as I hand him the broom, sliding into
the seat he's holding for me. I twirl the pasta around my fork, ultra-aware of
how close he's sitting to me. "You know, I think this may be the first meal a
man has made for me, " I blurt, wincing as I realize how pathetic it sounds.
"I'm glad I'm your first," he winks, raising his loaded fork in salute. "I
take that back," he says, his expression darkening. "I can see the indent
from a wedding ring. He never cooked for you? Not once? In how many
years?"
"We were married five years," I whisper, mortified.
"Fuck him." He twirls the pasta around his fork and holds it out to me.
My stomach flutters as I take the bite, his warm honey gaze sliding over
me.
The pasta is delicious, a velvety cream sauce enrobes each strand, bits
of prosciutto and peas dotting my plate. Jack finishes his plate first, nursing
a beer while he waits for me to finish. I watch with fascination as he drinks.
His Adam's apple bobbing, the slow wipe of his hand across his lips. The
small sigh of satisfaction after each gulp. I want those lips on me. I want to
hear him sigh with my mouth around his cock. I squirm in my seat. Fucking
hell.
He clears our plates once I finish and then asks me to spread my papers
out on the bar. It isn't wide enough for all generations, so I only show him
the maternal grandparents and great-grandparents. He studies them for a
minute before turning back to me. "What's this for, exactly?"
"A family tree for a good friend. We're both doing each other a favor, I
think."
"Is this what you do for your job?" He runs his finger over some of the
rough sketches I doodled in the margins.
"Yeah. Well, I mean, it's what I used to do. This is my first one in
years."
"Why?"
I grimace. "That's a long story."
"Let me guess. Your ex made you stop?" His eyes flash with something
I can't quite place.
I start to protest, taken aback by the anger in his words, but I bite my
tongue instead. I'm not going to make excuses anymore. "You're right," I
admit, fighting the shame that washes through me.
"Hey." He pushes my chin up with his fingers. "I'm glad you're here
doing something you love. That's all anyone can ask for." He smiles, his
hand lingering, his gaze dipping to my lips.
I break the tension, looking through the pages to find the one he had
singled out. "Here." I slide it over to him. "This is where you said I made a
mistake. I spent the last few hours reviewing the connections, but I'm
having difficulty locating records. Any ideas?"
"You would need to go to Harris for that."
"Harris? Why? And how do you know that?"
He laughed, "I grew up there. These are the last names of all my mates,
so I can only imagine they must be their great-great grandparents, although,
as you've probably noticed, there aren't many surnames in Scotland, so I
could be wrong."
I scribble Harris down on the page, hoping he's right. "Any other tips?"
I ask, hopeful.
"That's all I have. I suppose I could have told you that and not made you
stay, but I'm glad I did." He gathers the papers, careful to collect them in
order. I place them in their folder and slide them carefully next to my laptop
in my bag.
The song playing over the speakers changes to something slow and
sweet.
"Dance with me," he says, holding out his hand, letting me decide if I
want to take it or not.
"I can't dance," I protest, flashbacks from junior high filling my head. I
reach out anyway, and he pulls me in, tucking me against his chest. One
hand holds mine, the other spans the entire width of my waist. I can feel
him through my sweater – he burns my skin like a sip of whisky. I melt into
him, following his lead. He spins me out, his hand grazing the side of my
breast as he pulls me back in. My heart races as he folds me into his chest,
his hand pressing against my lower back, tilting my pelvis. He moves his
leg between mine, not missing a single beat. A couple more steps and the
pressure from his leg sets me on fire. He dips me back, his body arching
over me, his breath hot against my ear. He swings me into an upright
position, his face inches from mine.
I jump at the loud clapping coming from the kitchen area and take a
large step away from Jack. "I'm finished, boss. Just wanted to let you know
before I left." I look over Jack's shoulder to see a middle-aged man with a
twinkle in his eye. He winks at me as he pulls his apron off and heads back
into the kitchen.
"He would do that, the jerk." Jack smiles ruefully. He flips our stools,
sets them on the bar, and then props the broom in the corner. "As much as I
would love to do this all night, I have to catch the early ferry. Can I give
you a ride?" He takes my bag from me, slinging it over his shoulder.
"You don't have to do that," I protest, "I'm right up the road."
"Do you really think I would be okay with you walking home alone at
two in the morning? I would be up all night worrying about you." His hand
is warm on my back as he guides me out the door, turning to lock up. I look
around the lot for his car, but the only thing in it is a vintage motorcycle.
"Oh no," I say, shaking my head as he tosses me a helmet.
"Oh, yes." He grins, holding out his jacket, encouraging me to slip my
arms in. The smell of leather and rain envelope me. I never want to take it
off.
He throws one leg over the bike, pushing down a pedal with his foot.
He's entirely at ease and it's easily one of the hottest things I've ever seen.
Barring the last night I had with Cameron, of course. I push the memory
into a box and slam the lid closed before it can escape again. The engine
roars to life. "Get on!" he yells, motioning to the tiny space behind him.
Not thrilled with the idea of walking home alone either, I straddle the
bike, trying my best to keep some distance between us. He looks over his
shoulder and laughs, wrapping his hands around each of my legs and
pulling me snugly against his back. "Don't want you falling off, now do
we?" I grab his middle and squeeze my eyes shut as he pulls out of the
parking spot.
"Where to, Sassenach?"
"The bookstore," I choke out. This is turning into some Jamie Fraser-
type shit and I am fucking here for it.
"Of course, where else could you possibly be staying," he yells, pulling
to an elegant stop and cutting the engine.
I pull off the helmet and flip my head upside down to gather my hair
into an unruly bun. He watches me, leaning against the bike, one boot
resting on the curb. His arms are crossed over his chest, his muscles on full
display. I shrug off his jacket and drape it over the bike, scared to meet his
gaze. This man is trouble. I can feel it in my bones. I stand there for a
second, unsure of what to say.
"Thank you for the ride, Jack." I stick out my hand, realizing how stupid
I look a second too late. He grabs my fingers and pulls me into a gentle
embrace. I close my eyes and melt into him, allowing myself to live in the
moment. He rests his chin on my head for a couple of seconds before
burying his face in my neck, hugging me tightly. He inhales, squeezing me
between his expanding chest and vice-like arms.
"Are you smelling me?" I tease, pulling back to look at him.
His answering growl lodges low in my belly. Heat floods to my center
making me squeeze my thighs together. His pupils blow out wide. My
knees wobble. I watch emotion war over his face until one wins and he
disentangles himself from me and deposits me back onto the sidewalk.
"It was very nice to meet you, Charlotte." He raises my palm to his
mouth, his facial hair a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips.
"Call me Charlie," I correct softly, squeezing my hand tight when he
releases it.
"You told me your friends call you Charlie." He cups my face, brushing
his thumb over my bottom lip. "I have no intention of being your friend,
Charlotte."
Oh fuck.
He slips the helmet over his head, flipping up the visor to wink at me
before peeling out.
I gaze at the stars, wishing he hadn't left, wishing I had pulled him off
his bike and up to my flat. I don't know what this is, but it feels wild and out
of control – feelings I had always guarded myself against. My nerve
endings are firing a mile a minute: danger, lust, excitement, a bit of panic.
Maybe this is what life is supposed to be like.
It wasn't until the next morning that I realize he didn't ask me for my
number.

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spend the next few days figuring out my plans for Harris, simultaneously
trying not to obsess over Jack and keeping Cameron stuffed in a box. I'm
not successful.
Harris is a tiny island off the western coast of Scotland in a chain of
islands called the Outer Hebrides. I can only find one house available for a
few weeks. It looks cute online but I'm worried it's going to turn out to be a
complete shit hole. I plan to rent a car on the day of the ferry departure. The
thought of having to drive on the left side of the road terrifies me, but I
don't see what choice I have with how remote Harris is. Plus, I am starting
to feel brave enough to explore.
The night before my departure, I head back to the pub one last time.
There's a woman bartending who has no clue who Jack is. I leave my
number anyway, my heart heavy as I push through the door one last time.
The ferry is enormous, closer to the size of a small cruise ship. The
workers direct me to my parking spot, only inches from the car in front of
me. Instead of fighting everyone else for a seat inside, I head directly to the
top deck and position myself at the front of the boat. The wind is wild and
unrelenting. I love it. I don't go inside until I'm so cold I can barely feel my
fingers. I order a coffee from the little cafe on board and find an empty seat,
using the downtime to read the book I've been hanging on to since my flight
from home. Before I know it, there's an announcement for everyone to head
back to their cars and listen for further instructions. I let the rush die for a
couple of minutes before heading to the stairs. At the bottom of the
stairwell, in a crush of people, there's a man that stands over the rest –
tawny hair, a rugged beard, a beat-up jacket covering broad shoulders. My
heart flies to my throat.
"Jack!" I shout, desperately trying to push past people. The final
announcement sounds over the speakers, and lights flash a warning. He
looks up at me, but I know there's not anything either of us can do. Tears
prick at my eyes as I watch him get carried away by the crowd. I make my
way back to my car, angry at myself. Angry at the universe. I drive off the
ferry when it's my turn, my foot light on the pedal, trying to give myself
extra time to spot him. I park in a spot where I have a clear view of the rest
of the vehicles coming off the ferry. My heart is filled with the most
dangerous thing known to humankind: hope. There's no sign of him or his
motorcycle.
God fucking damn it. I slam my hands against the steering wheel. Then I
take a deep breath, put my big girl panties on and punch in the Airbnb
address.
These islands are a type of wild I haven't ever experienced before. The
drive over from the neighboring island is terrifying, but I can’t help be in
total awe of the beauty surrounding me. I pull into every scenic pull-off to
take pictures, my bones permanently chilled by the time I turn onto the road
of the rental address. As a gorgeous stone manor house comes into view, my
foot eases off the gas. I pull into the circular drive and cut the engine,
stepping out of the car in awe. The house itself is beautiful, but beyond it is
a charming storybook cottage that looks just like the pictures online. Past
that lies the true stunner: a castle perched on the edge of a loch, towers like
fingers reaching up to the sun's warmth. I wrap my arms around myself,
freezing cold but unable to tear my gaze from the view.
Gravel crunches under my feet as I walk to the front door, making me
thankful I wore my chucks. I knock lightly on the door, then use the bell
when no one answers. I'm just starting to walk back to the car to grab my
phone when the door swings open, and a black and white speed demon
shoots out, knocking me on my butt.
"Milo! Down boy!" his owner yells, clapping to get his dog's attention.
"Oh no, he’s fine," I laugh, scratching Milo's ears, the cold forgotten. He
is the most beautiful dog I've ever seen – silky patches of black and white
hair, eyes the color of milk chocolate.
"Are you a good boy, Milo?" I coo, enjoying his slobbery kisses.
"Milo, come now. Leave the lady alone."
A strong hand extends toward me. I grasp it, letting him help me up. His
fingers brushed over my palm sending sparks shooting through me. I take a
step back. "I don’t think I realized how much I missed having a dog
around," I say, brushing off the seat of my pants.
"I’m Lachlan, and you must be Charlotte?" He asks, reaching toward
me for a handshake.
The sparks fizz through me again as his hand closes around mine.
"Please, call me Charlie." I had expected Lachlan to be much, much older
than he is. He's at least six inches taller than me, sandy hair ruffling in the
wind. Freckled hazel eyes gaze back at me, openly curious. He's cute.
Really cute. He doesn't have an accent, and it's almost startling after hearing
nothing but Scottish accents for the past few weeks.
"You'll have to forgive me. It seems like you caught me in the middle of
a nap," he chuckles, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. "Give
me one second, and I’ll grab the keys to the cottage?"
"Of course." I smile. "Take your time. I’ll just play with Milo here."
Lachlan nods, then goes back inside, leaving the door ajar.
He comes back out in less than a minute, looking slightly more put
together, a pair of keys dangling from his hand. "Unfortunately, the lane is
not wide enough to drive the car down to the cottage, but you picked the
perfect time to come. The walk should be pleasant most days."
"That's fine with me," I say as I open the trunk of my car. Lachlan
whisks the suitcases out before I can protest. "You don’t have to do that!"
Lachlan turns and smiles, dimples flashing. "You’re right, but I want
to."
"Well, thank you."
"You’re welcome. So, tell me what brings you here to this forsaken
corner of Scotland."
"I’m working on a family tree," I say, following him down the rocky
path.
"Ahhh, that’s what brought me back here years ago."
"Oh? Where are you from?"
"I’m from here – I grew up just down the road – but I went to a
boarding school in England, then university in America before coming
back."
"That sounds amazing. I would have given anything to be able to get
away from home for high school and college," I say wistfully.
"It’s not all it's cracked up to be." Lachlan grimaces. "Trust me." Grief
flashes in his eyes briefly before he locks it down.
I study his face for a second. The smattering of freckles over his nose
stand out in stark relief against his porcelain skin. His eyes are an amazing
blue-green-hazel color... and they're looking back at me. Shit.
"Oh my God. Sorry." My cheeks burn. "I must be a little tired from the
drive."
Lachlan raised his eyebrow, his lips twisting suspiciously. "After you."
He gestures for me to open the cottage door. I push against the worn wood
of the door, painted the prettiest sky-blue color. The interior white-washed
tongue-and-groove butting against the thick beams that supported the
vaulted ceiling. The wall facing the loch is made of windows that stretch
from floor to ceiling. The castle rises straight from the water like a fairytale
haunt. I could already envision coffee on the deck in the mornings,
watching the mist rise from the water. As much as I adored Millie's flat, I
knew I would never want to leave this place.
"Charlie?" Lachlan says, bringing me out of my daydream.
I smile sheepishly "It's so beautiful here."
"Isn't it though?" He joins me at the window, gazing out over the water.
He looks at the view a few seconds longer, then turns to me. "Before I go, I
wanted to show you how to work the stove; it can be a bit temperamental."
"Lead the way!" He spends the next ten minutes showing me the house's
quirks, making sure I have the gist of everything before he heads back
toward the door.
"If you have questions about anything, I left my phone number on the
pad of paper on the counter." He hesitates, his hand poised above the
doorknob. "Join me at the local pub tonight for supper?"
"That sounds great. Pretty sure I'm not running back to get groceries
tonight anyway."
"Perfect. Meet me up at the house at six." He grins, dimples flashing.
My breath catches in my throat. I take back what I said about him being
cute earlier. He's not. He's fucking hot.

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take my time unpacking and spend way too long in the shower. By the
time I'm swiping on some lip gloss, it's close to six. I pull on a pair of
distressed jeans, a soft brown leather jacket, and boots and head up to
the house. Lachlan is waiting for me beside a sexy forest green Jaguar. A
woman around my age stands beside him, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Charlie, this is Isla."
Isla rushes in for a hug. "It’s so good to have another girl around!
Usually, it’s just me and the guys unless I go into Stornoway," She beams,
golden eyes sparkling.
"It’s nice to meet you." I return her smile, loving her already. Her ruby
red hair is piled on top of her head in a messy knot, pieces escaping to
frame her peaches and cream complexion. She wears what looks like
several layers under her jacket and ripped overalls. Duck boots round out
her look. She's freaking adorable.
I turn toward Lachlan’s steady gaze. He looks posh in his gray sweater,
dark jeans, and loafers.
"Ready?" He opens the door for me while Isla scrambles into the back
seat on the driver's side.
It only takes about five minutes to reach the pub. It's in the castle's
shadow, the towers rising so high they made me dizzy.
"Is Jay not coming?" Isla asked Lachlan, her gaze scanning the cars in
the parking lot.
"No, he’s chasing after his new woman and doesn’t have time for us
anymore." He makes a face, but his eyes are dancing.
"Who’s Jay?" I ask, confused.
"Her older⁠—"
"—and uglier," Isla chimes in.
"—brother," Lachlan finishes, laughing. "I've known both of them since
we were mates in grade school."
"You two aren't together?" I ask, sitting in the chair Lachlan pulls out
for me.
"Hell, no." Isla shudders.
Lachlan laughs. "I live in the manor house because I work with Jay on
the farm. Isla lives there because she prefers it over living with her brother."
"I prefer it over him knowing everything about my sex life," she
amends.
"Understandable," I laugh.
"Are you single?" she asks, glancing up from the menu.
I hesitate, then nod. I wish I wasn't. I've been doing pretty well except at
night when I would give up almost anything to see his face. Run my hands
through his hair. Fuck.
"Oh God, did I stick my foot in my mouth?" Isla asks, her eyes round.
"No, I was dating a guy, but he had to leave the country for work. It
wasn't ever anything official."
"Good. You and I can go on the hunt together. I need some action." She
wiggles her eyebrows comically. Lachlan pretends to gag next to her,
plugging his ears in case she says anything else. She snorts and rolls her
eyes.
The waiter sets the check on the table. Before I can react, Lachlan
places his card on it and hands it back. "Let me pay my part!" I protest,
placing some bills on the table.
Lachlan's hand covers mine, pushing it away. "Just think of it as a
'Welcome to Harris' meal. I have a feeling we're going to be doing this a lot
– you can pay another time." He pulls his hand away slowly, his fingertips
tracing my fingers. Butterflies attack my stomach as I meet his eyes. Lord
have mercy.
"Deal," I rasp, clearing my throat. I try to act normal, but it's hard when
his gaze is pure heat.
"Let's go!" Isla says, pushing Lachlan out of the booth, oblivious to the
tension.
My mind is in a whirlwind on the five-minute drive back. I feel horribly
guilty that I've met two guys that I find insanely attractive since Cameron
left. My brain knows we ended things cleanly, but my heart tells me I'm
cheating. Lachlan's voice pulls me out of my personal hell.
"Beach?" He asks Isla, pulling into the driveway of the manor house.
"I can't. I have work to do before the party starts. You should show
Charlie, though." She looks at me. "You'll love it."
"Sure." I shrug. “It's not like I have anything else planned."
"Let's go then." Lachlan swings his keys over his finger. "You can
change if you want to. Although what you're wearing is perfectly fine to
walk on the beach."
"What do you usually wear?" I ask, wondering if he usually goes
swimming.
"Usually, a group of us play rugby or football, so I wear my gym
clothes."
"Is the rugby ball like an American football?"
"A little bigger. I do have a football, though – someone's kid left it.
Want me to bring it?"
I nod. "I'll meet you back out here in five?"
He grins. "Perfect."
I jog back to the cottage, careful not to twist an ankle on the rocks. I
root through my suitcase until I find a loose t-shirt, sports bra, and joggers. I
pair it with a pair of athletic sandals.
Lachlan is already waiting by the time I make my way back up. He
grins at me, his eyes sparkling. He's in a well-loved t-shirt and basketball
shorts, a football in his arm.
"Ready?"
I nod and hop in the car. I've heard great things about the beaches here
and can't wait to finally see one in person. We drive about ten minutes on a
single-track road before Lachlan turns off, bumping across a small parking
area. Bright green hills fill up the entire windshield.
"We have to walk over the dunes to get to the beach," he explains when
he sees my confusion.
"Those are dunes?" I look at them in wonder. They're huge – at least a
few stories high.
"Hard to believe, isn't it? Especially with all that grass. It's much more
obvious from the beach side." He opens my door and pulls me out of the
car, his fingers linking with mine. My heart gallops in my chest as we walk
along the path. There are fences on either side; big, hairy cows munching
on the greenest grass I have ever seen. The path takes us over the top of the
dune and then winds down to the beach.
"Holy shit," I breathe as I get the first glimpse of the beach. The tide is
out, and the beach goes on for what has to be a mile. Dark mountains frame
the turquoise water.
"I love when people see the beauty of our island for the first time," he
murmurs, his gaze heavy on my skin.
"You don't take it for granted, do you?" I ask.
"Never. Someday people will find what we have here and want it for
themselves. Until then, I will treasure every peaceful day I have on these
deserted beaches." He tosses me the football.
"I like that," I say, palming the football and walking backward a few
steps. He holds his hands up, but I'm still way too close. I raise my eyebrow
and jog back a dozen or so more steps. I get ready to throw the ball, but he
doesn't change positions, still standing there with both hands out. "This is
football, Lachlan. Get ready to run."
He readjusts half-heartedly. I step back and throw the ball, aiming for a
few yards past him to his left. I watch his eyes follow the ball, his jaw
dropping slightly. He reaches his arm out a second too late.
"Fucking hell, Charlie!" he yells as he jogs to retrieve the ball.
"I warned you!" I laugh, positioning myself as he draws his arm back.
The ball sails toward me, his throw hard and straight. I push myself across
the sand, my calves screaming. The slap of the ball against my arms makes
me grin. I love when people don't take it easy on me just because I'm a girl.
I throw it back. He's ready this time. I watch him jump into the air, the
trajectory of the ball throwing him back into the sand. A couple more
throws, and he's peeling off his shirt, sweat glistening on tan skin. I'm
distracted by his abs the next time he throws the ball, and I miss catching it
by a couple of inches. I throw it back at him. Hard. His fingertips barely
snag the ball. He throws it down to the sand, doing a little victory dance.
The evening light gilds every single muscle. My mouth is like the Sahara in
a drought. My heart stutters. Holy fuck. I swallow, licking my lips. I need to
get control of myself.
"You okay?" he laughs.
"I'm good," I mumble, unable to keep a grin from spreading over my
face.
He jogs toward me, all hot and sweaty and gorgeous. I do the first thing
that pops into my head – turn toward the water and run. I pump my arms,
pushing my legs as hard as they'll go. He splashes into the water a second
after me, twisting under me as he tackles me to the sand. We freeze, our
gazes locked. A wave crashes into us, arcing over our bodies.
"Fuck, this is hot," Lachlan breathes. He pushes my hair away from my
face and cradles my head in his hands. Another wave crashes over us, the
force knocking us apart, shattering the moment.

I t ' s pitch black when we pull back into the curved driveway at the house.
His hand is warm in mine as he pulls me out of the car. I hold on for a
second longer than I should, and his thumb swipes over my palm, leaving
my skin tingling.
"I'll walk you down to the cottage. Can't have you breaking an ankle on
your first night here." He says, rummaging in his trunk and pulling out a
flashlight. He grabs my hand again, almost as if by reflex, then drops it
abruptly.
"Sorry," he mutters, continuing on the path. I slam into him when he
stops suddenly. His hands wrap around my waist, steadying me. With the
flashlight pointing at the ground, I can only see the glitter of his eyes. "If
I'm being completely honest, I'm not sorry." He stares down at me,
emotions warring in his eyes. Finally, he turns, linking his fingers with
mine, not letting go this time. "Why do I feel like I've known you for
years?" he rasps, leading me toward the cottage.
I clear my heart out of my throat. "I've always thought it means we were
connected in a past life. Nothing else makes sense."
He nods as if it makes perfect sense. We stop at the cottage's front door,
the light haloing his head. He clicks off his flashlight and pockets it,
grabbing my other hand in his. "I don't want to say goodnight." Pulling our
linked hands up, he traces my fingers with his other hand.
"Then don't," I blurt. I take a deep breath. "Is there anything to drink in
there?"
"Of course. What kind of a host do you think I am?"
"Come on, then." I pull him inside, closing the door against the blustery
wind.
"Charlie." He pauses, hanging his coat on the hook. "I didn’t come in
because I expect anything. Just want to get that out in the open."
"I know." I smile. He pushes a broad hand through his hair, his watch
glinting in the dim light. "How 'bout I make a fire, and you pour us
something to drink?"
"Deal."
I put my rusty girl scout skills to work and have the fire going by the
time Lachlan returns with two glasses of amber liquid.
"Impressive." He nods toward the fire.
"To my barely adequate fire-making skills." I raise my glass, and we
clink them together, our gazes locked as we take a sip. "Oh my God," I
groan, "this is amazing."
His chin drops, his eyes darkening. He clears his throat. "It's a family
recipe. My grandfather taught me how to make an Old Fashioned. It's been
my go-to drink ever since."
"I can see why." I take another sip, the slow burn lighting me up like a
live wire. Lachlan drops into a chair, crossing his ankle over his knee, his
shoulders relaxed. He looks elegant despite wearing a t-shirt and shorts.
"You don't look like you work on a farm," I observe, sitting on the sofa,
folding my legs under me.
He laughs, his eyes softening. "You're right. I oversee the financial
side." He takes a sip of his drink, catching a drop from the side of the glass
with his tongue. I inhale sharply as his gaze locks with mine. "Don't look at
me like that, Charlie."
"Like what?" I ask, trying to keep my breathing even.
"Like that," he growls, setting his glass on a coaster.
I drop my gaze, but it lands squarely on his crotch.
Fuck.
I close my eyes, but all I see is his hard length straining against his
zipper. I plunk the glass down and stand, walking to the window. The lights
flick off, then strong arms wrap around my waist. His chest to my back, the
smell of citrus and wood enveloping me. I'm about to question the lights,
but my eyes start to adjust, and I see the waves crashing far below,
moonlight reflecting off the water. My heartbeat is a steady anthem in my
ears. I relax my muscles and drop my head back, resting it against his
shoulder.
"You smell so good," he murmurs, his lips pressed to my hair. He
sweeps it off my neck, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin below my ear.
He pulls back slightly, nuzzling my hair. He presses a kiss on my head. "I'm
going to say goodnight, Charlie. I want to stay, but the second I touched you
my willpower went out the window. If this is going somewhere, I don't want
to get there fast. I want to enjoy it." He turns me around, nudging my chin
up. "Is that okay?"
"Yes," I whisper, pretty sure that was one of the hottest things anyone
had ever said to me. He studies me for a second, making sure I understand,
then brushes his lips over mine, his touch light and fast. He takes a step
back, his hands dropping away from me slowly.
He grabs his jacket and pauses at the front door. "Goodnight, Charlie."
"Goodnight, Lach," I manage. The second he closes the door, I strip and
step into a freezing cold shower. But even that doesn't wipe the huge grin
off my face.

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open my eyes a fraction, my vision foggy with sleep, trying to figure out
what had woken me up.
Thump, thump, thump.
I rub my eyes and stumble to the front door, cracking it just enough to
see who's outside.
"Morning, Charlie!" Isla's smile is way too bright for this early in the
morning.
"Morning," I mumble, hoping she'll be quick so I can go back to bed.
"Breakfast is ready," she says. "I tried to text, but you didn't answer⁠—"
"Breakfast?"
"Did you think I would let you sit by yourself in this tiny cold cottage?"
She fists her hands on her hips.
"Yes?"
She scoffs, reaching through the door to grab my jacket off the peg.
"Arms in." She holds it out so I can slip my arms in.
I follow her to the house, unsure how I feel about the situation. I'm not
used to this type of friendship.
I decide I'm one hundred percent okay with it the second I walk through
their front door and smell the coffee. The house is big, but it's decorated in a
way that makes it feel cozy. Shelves filled with books and trinkets cover the
walls. Rugs are strewn across the scarred wood floor. Milo bounds up to
me, spinning in circles before sitting at my feet. I croon to him and scratch
his ears before following Isla into the kitchen. Lachlan is there, clad in only
an apron and boxers.
"Morning, love." He winks at me. "Sorry for the lack of dress; someone
didn't tell me she was going to fetch you."
"Don't lie," Isla pouted. "You just wanted her to see your muscles."
"I don't mind," I smile, biting my lip.
He clears his throat when he sees me ogling his ass.
I laugh, "You do have nice muscles, Lachlan." I shrug like it isn't a big
deal.
"Oh, stop it! His ego is already big enough." Isla flops into a chair,
motioning for me to sit. "Lachlan, will you get us coffee, please?"
"Anything for you, Princess." He rolls his eyes at the back of her head.
"Do you have plans today?" Isla asks me, taking a mug from Lachlan.
"Not really. I was planning to start on my research, but that's flexible."
"Good, it's settled then."
"What's settled?" I ask as Lachlan sets a platter of eggs, salmon, and
potatoes on the table. It smells heavenly.
"We're going shopping."
"Shopping?" My empty pockets cry.
"Jay's throwing a party in a couple of days; we need to get all the stuff
for it. It will be boring with just Lachlan, so please come with us." She
looked at me with big doe eyes, blinking several times slowly.
"Okay," I laugh, spearing a potato and blowing on it before popping it in
my mouth. Isla grins, bouncing in her seat, her gigantic bun flopping around
her head. "What kind of party is it?"
"It's a masquerade ball!" Isla breathes, practically swooning. "It's the
best night of the year, you'll see."
"That's a big claim when I'm usually not the type of person that likes
parties."
Isla looks personally affronted, but before she can say anything, Lachlan
butts in, "So tell us, then, Charlie," Lachlan begins, taking off his apron.
"Who are you?" I make sure to keep my eyes above his chin this time.
"Ummm..." I take another bite, thinking. "I'm a girl that's sick of letting
shit happen to her, so instead, I'm learning how to make shit happen." Fuck,
that sounded prophetic.
"I like you, Charlie," Isla says, eyes sparkling over a wide grin.
"I like you, too," I laugh, "So what's on the agenda?"
Isla pulls a folded piece of paper out of her back pocket and reads off
the list, ticking each one off on her fingers. "Grocery, florist, hardware
store, party supply. I know that's a lot, but we can go out and have some fun
afterward. Maybe it'll make up for it."
Lachlan pushes away from the table. "Meet you both back here in
twenty minutes."
"Thanks for breakfast!" I call as I head for the front door.
The day flashes by in a whirlwind. Store after store, shopping bag after
shopping bag until they're crowded around Isla in the back of the car.
"I need to buy a truck," Isla grumbles as she squeezes herself into the
back, declining, yet again, to sit in the front.
"What kind of car do you have?"
"I have a mustang and a motorcycle."
I twist in my seat to face her. "Damn! Seriously?" It's hard to imagine
her tiny body on a motorcycle.
"Seriously." She beams. "They're my pride and joy. I'll show you next
time we have a chance."
"Are we still going to do the 'fun' part I was promised this morning?"
Lachlan asks as we get in the car after the last store.
"Let's go skating! It's right there!" Isla begs, pointing out the skating
center.
"Don't you have to work tomorrow?" Lachlan asks.
"And?"
"Fine. Are you good with that, Charlie?" He glances over at me, his eyes
glowing in the evening light.
"I haven't been skating since elementary school, but I'm willing to try."
"I'll help you," Lachlan says, cocking his eyebrow when I blush. I get
out of the car before my body can give anything else away.
It's dark inside; black lights and smoke machines are everywhere.
Lachlan pays again, completely ignoring my protestations. The three of us
sit side-by-side on a bench lacing up our skates. Lachlan is next to me, his
thigh pressed to mine, his arm brushing against mine every time he pulls at
his laces. Every touch sends sparks shooting through me, each one lodging
in my core until I'm on fire. Lachlan finishes before me and crouches down,
helping me with my other skate.
"I've enjoyed spending time with you today," he whispers after Isla
pushes away from the bench. He ties the bow and rests his hands on my
knees, starting to push himself up. Before he can stand, I pull his face to
mine, pressing my lips to his. He cradles my head with his hand, his fingers
threading through my hair. His tongue swipes over my bottom lip before he
bites it softly. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive. He pushes off
me smoothly, skating backward with his hands held out to me. I stand up
slowly, shuffling my feet toward him.
"Take my hands."
"How will you skate if I'm holding your hands?" I ask, envious of the
people flying around the rink.
"Trust me, Charlie." He beckons with his fingers; I grab onto him and
immediately lose control. My feet start to slip out from under me, but Lach
grabs me around my waist, steadying me. He moves back as soon as I have
my balance, taking my hands in his once more. He helps me step down onto
the rink, and we skate a slow lap. I cling to the wall when we get close to
our starting point, waving at Lach to keep going. He skates away – still
backward – holding my gaze. He grins before flipping around. My mouth
hangs open as I watch him skate. His movements are fluid, weaving in and
out, turning forward and back.
"Get ready!" he says on his second pass.
"Ready for what?" I ask, but he's already halfway around the rink. I
shriek as he skates up behind me, barely slowing. He scoops me up in his
arms, one hand gripping under my knees and the other around my back. I
wrap my arms around him in a vice grip.
"Trust me," he whispers, his breath hot on my ear.
I force myself to relax my muscles as we zoom around the rink. Two
laps in, the mood in the rink changes as a sweet, slow song comes on. Lach
skates to the center of the rink and sets me down gently, running one hand
down my calf to my foot, angling it forward so the toe stop is pressed to the
floor.
"That will help you keep your balance," he murmurs, pulling my arms
up around his neck and then wrapping his around my waist. I look around
and spot Isla among a sea of couples swaying back and forth in time to the
music.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Other than feeling like I may break my neck any second, yes," I
chuckle, my gaze fixed on the freckle on the edge of his lip.
He cups my chin, running his thumb along my jawline. "I like you," he
whispers, a tentative smile pulling at his lips.
My heart jumps to my throat. "No," I rasp, " I have to leave in a couple
of months."
"Too late, Charlie." His thumb pulls at my bottom lip, and I groan as
heat pools in my center. "We may as well see where it goes," he whispers,
his lips a hairsbreadth from mine.
He was right. It was too late. I liked him from the first moment I saw
him. I sink into his lips, pushing my fingers into the hair at the nape of his
neck, groaning as he devours me. The song ends far too soon, replaced by
an electronic dance beat. We break the kiss, staring at each other, wide-
eyed.
Isla grabs my hand a second later and drags me away from him. She
commandeers me for the rest of the night, even shooing Lach off to bed
when we get home so we can have some girl time. I'm disappointed, but
thankful for the time to cool down and get my head on straight.

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sla comes barging through my door on the day of the party at an ungodly
hour, shooing me into her car, barely giving me time to pull on a pair of
jeans and a hoodie.
"How in God's name do you have so much energy this early in the
morning?" I grumble, taking the cup of coffee she's pressing into my hands.
Isla grins, shifting gears as we round a curve, "Aren't you excited?" she
asks, glancing over at me, her eyes sparkling.
"Not particularly," I say, deadpan.
"Charlie!"
"It's a costume party, Isla. I don't have a costume. And in case you
haven't noticed, I'm not one to dress up."
"Oh, come on, live a little." She nudges me with her elbow. "You don't
even need to worry about the costume. I have something perfect at home.
Just relax today, okay? When's the last time you've had a girls' day?"
"Never."
"Well, there ya go. It's not going to hurt you to have your hair, makeup,
and nails done... with as much bubbly as we want."
"That sounds marginally better," I say, pretty sure alcohol will be the
only thing that gets me through the day. I don't have anything against the
girly stuff, it just doesn't come naturally.
Isla and I sit side by side through our appointments, and I take the
opportunity to get to know her better. I learn that she's my age, hasn't ever
had a serious boyfriend, and bartends at the local pub. She has so many
facets – super sweet and bubbly on the surface, but bubbly people don't
usually ride motorcycles and bartend. She's fascinating.
We arrive back home hours later, my hair piled on top of my head, tiny
ringlets escaping in just the right places. My makeup initially startled me,
but every time I glance in a mirror, I fall in love with it a little more. It
makes me appear to be half-woman and half-fawn. Shadows and highlights
work together to transform my face into something animalistic and ethereal.
Butterflies are already fluttering in my stomach. I take a deep breath,
mentally making the decision that I'll enjoy myself tonight; this is the first
(and probably last) time I'll be going to a costume party. Especially a
costume party in a castle. In Scotland. A shiver races down my spine, the
suspense thick.
Isla pulls me into her house, insisting we get ready together. The front
hall is dark and cozy, a set of imposing walnut stairs to one side and a
hallway on the other. I follow her up the stairs, admiring the chandelier that
is easily the size of my bedroom in the cottage. "Come on!" Isla urges,
ushering me through the door she's holding open. "Wait there." She pushes
me down onto a huge four-poster monster of a bed and disappears through a
door, coming out a second later with a frothy cream dress in her arms.
"This is gorgeous," I whisper, running my fingers over the folds of
fabric.
"Wait until you see it on!" She lays it across the bed and returns to the
closet, rummaging around some more, coming comes back with gold
slippers, an assortment of gold jewelry, and a hairpiece. "Strip!" she
commands, removing the dress from the hanger with gentle hands.
I slip off my jeans and hoodie, tossing them into the chair in the corner
of the room.
"Arms up."
I do what she says, the cool silk gliding over my skin and giving me
goosebumps. The fabric is gathered on one shoulder, adorned with an
intricate gold brooch. The material fits tight to my breasts, then falls in a
swirling waterfall to my feet. Isla fastens a gold chain around my waist, the
end disappearing into the fabric around my legs.
She slides a carved gold cuff up my arm to encircle my bicep, then
several gold bangles onto my opposite wrist. "One last thing," she whispers,
her eyes lighting up. She carefully places a band with gold antlers on my
head, fiddling with my hair until only the antlers are visible, high and regal
on my head. The effect is mesmerizing.
"You're a magician." I'm in awe as I twist and turn in front of a full-
length mirror. The dress floats around my ankles, my nude flats
disappearing so I look like a barefoot summertime woodland fairy.
"That's all you, baby. Now go downstairs. Lach should be waiting. I'm
sure he's already making a drink and grumbling that we're running late. I'll
be down in a sec."
I do what she says, freezing mid-step when I see Lachlan in the kitchen.
A high-collared black jacket fits perfectly over his broad shoulders, gold
swirling over the lapels and around the collar. A matching mask covers his
eyes and one side of his face. He looks like he stepped out of a 19th-century
novel.
"Fuck, Charlie," Lachlan breathes, his gaze sliding from my antlers to
my slippers, stunned.
"Isla is a miracle worker," I laugh, spinning to give him the full effect.
“Isla has nothing to do with it," he growls, "you're stunning in
everything you wear. And I bet even more stunning in what you don't." His
teeth sink into his bottom lip, his eyes dark. "Drink?" he asks, snapping an
orange peel over a glass of amber liquid.
"Please." Now seems like the perfect time for a little liquid courage.
"You look amazing," I blurt as he hands me the glass.
He ducks his head and murmurs his thanks. I smile as a blush stains his
cheeks pink.
"I'll meet you there!" Isla calls from the front door, "Jay came to pick
me up – I forgot part of my costume there."
I wonder if I'll get to meet Jay tonight. The elusive older brother. I have
to admit I'm a bit intrigued.
The second Isla closes the door, Lach is at my side, pulling me to him.
He's careful with my makeup, pushing my chin up with the slightest touch,
his lips whisper soft against mine.
He kisses my jaw. "Are you ready to go?" he asks, his breath hot against
my skin. I shiver, goosebumps cascading down my arms.
I nod and follow him outside. "So, do I finally get to meet Jay?"
"You might not be so eager once you meet him. He was in an awful
mood this morning." Lachlan grimaces. "Your chariot awaits, milady." He
opens the car door and sweeps his arm out in a grand gesture.
"Thank you." I smile, carefully folding myself into the tiny seat.
We're pulling into the castle drive after a few minutes, intimidating
wrought iron gates and stone pillars marking the entrance. Dark hills lit
from behind by the rosy glow of the sunset create a moody background.
Fog hovers over the grass, tendrils reaching out to caress the car.
"This has to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I whisper,
staring at the castle in awe. Four rounded towers anchor each corner, the
expanse between a solid wall of stacked rock. Arched windows spill golden
light over the landscaping and frame a beautiful marble staircase that leads
to the massive front door.
"Isn’t it? It still takes my breath away, and I’ve been around it my entire
life," Lachlan says before he steps out and hands his keys to the valet. He
opens my door, helps me out, and then extends his arm to me as we walk to
the steps.
Halfway up, the heavy front doors swing open, and Isla bounds out a
moment later. "Finally!" She punches Lachlan on the shoulder. "Lookin’
good, jerk-face."
Lachlan snorts, "Not so bad yourself, short stuff."
Isla huffs and turns to me, squeezing me into a tight hug. "I'm so glad
you're here."
"Me too," I murmur, "You look amazing." Her red hair is braided
loosely, tiny tendrils sneaking out to float around her face. She's not
wearing a mask. Instead, every exposed inch of her skin has been painted
with fish scales in blues, purples, and silvers. She's wearing a purple satin
corset and a shimmering green skirt that hugs her body down to her calves,
flaring out in a pouf of deep blue iridescent fabric.
"You should have seen what I wore last year," she says, wiggling her
eyebrows. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me away from Lach and through
the door. "I have to introduce you to Jay." I hold on tight as she leads me
through a maze of halls, throngs of people milling around in ridiculously
gorgeous costumes. Where did all these people come from? It's more people
than I've seen in one place since I left the States. The crowd disappears as
we walk further into the interior of the house.
"Jay?" Isla knocks lightly on the frame of a heavy wood door. The door
is ajar, firelight reflecting on its surface. She pushes the door open and pulls
me into the room. The walls curve around us, and I realize we must be in
one of the towers. Stairs wind their way up the wall, the spaces in between
filled with thousands of books. Two heavy leather chairs sit in front of the
most enormous fireplace I have ever seen. Jay is sitting facing the fire, his
back to us. He has an ankle crossed over his knee, gold-ringed fingers drum
on the arm of the chair—awareness flares inside me as my gaze trails over
the veins on the back of his hand.
"Jay, this is Charlie." I feel frozen in place, but Isla jerks me forward,
oblivious.
He's wearing a mask that covers everything but his lips – a lion's face
surrounded by a wild mane of hair. Whisky eyes pin me in place, my cheeks
heating as he lazily peruses my body. Mortification rips through me as my
nipples harden. His gaze narrows on them, his eyes darkening. My heart
feels like it's going to explode as I suck in a ragged gasp of air, my vision
going black around the edges. I have to get out of this room. I do the only
thing I'm good at.
I run.

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ance with me, Charlotte."


"D My heart tumbles in my chest. Jay takes a step closer and leans
against the doorframe, far too close to where I'm attempting to
disappear into the wall. The neck of his billowing white shirt is open,
revealing a fine dusting of hair. Tan riding pants hug his legs – and other
things – making it difficult to pull my gaze away. He exudes feline grace,
reminding me of a lion stalking his prey.
"I can't dance," I whisper, adrenaline roaring through my veins as I
force my gaze back to the dance floor.
"It wasn't a question," he growls. The heat of his hand burns through my
dress as he guides me toward the dance floor. He spins me so I'm facing
him, placing one hand on my waist.
I grip his muscled shoulder, trying to keep up with his steps and failing
miserably.
"Let me lead, Charlotte."
I bristle. "I'm fucking trying." His lips twist, but I can't tell if he's pissed
or holding back a smile.
"Close your eyes."
"You have a death wish, don't you?" I mutter under my breath,
stumbling over his foot again.
He chuckles, the sound crackling over my skin. "Trust me. Close your
eyes."
My body responds to his command before I can retort, and my senses
take over. The brush of his wild hair on my bare shoulder. The heat of his
fingers caressing my lower back. I shiver as he runs a finger along my
spine, goosebumps racing over my skin. He hums deep in his throat, the
sound registering in my core. I hate to admit it, but he was right; it was
much easier to keep up with his steps this way. I open my eyes again, my
attention snagging on his rings. They're intricate skulls, one carved from
bone, the other from wood, both inlaid with gold.
I clear my throat, pushing past my nerves. "I like your rings."
His eyes flash dangerously. "They'd look better around your neck."
I stare up at him in shock, a breathless, "Fuck," passing my lips before I
clamp them together.
"May I?" Lachlan appears at our sides, his hand grazing my hip. Jay
growls his displeasure before handing me over, leaving me with a light
brush of his lips over my cheek, the scent of whisky and leather mixing
with Lachlan's citrus and wood. I'm pressed between them for a split
second, Jay to my front, Lachlan to my back. Desire spikes through me. I
bite back a moan, my teeth lodging in my lower lip. Jay exchanges a look
with Lachlan, but I can't read it with his mask covering most of his face.
Lachlan spins me toward him, my aching nipples brushing against his
jacket. I clench my jaw, desperately trying to regain control. Lachlan
presses his fingers into my back, melting the tension away.
"You okay, Barley?"
"Barley?"
"Trying out some nicknames. Everyone uses Charlie – I want something
different." We sway to the music, Lach studying my face. "What was that
back there?"
"What was what?" I play dumb.
"When you were between Jay and me... I felt that little spark⁠—"
"Little?" I blurt. "It was a goddamn explosion" I slap my hand over my
mouth and turn away from him. I make it one step before his hand is on my
elbow, spinning me back to him and pulling me close.
"It's okay, Harlot."
I squeak in indignation.
"Sorry!" He ducks his head, failing to hide his smile. "It's the only
nickname I could think of that rhymed with Charlotte. I'll keep working on
it."
"You better," I mutter.
"So that explosion..."
"Bring it up one more time, and I'm going to find something sharp to
stab you with."
"God, you're magnificent." His eyes sparkle as he leads me around the
dance floor.

L achlan commandeers me for the rest of the evening until I finally


manage to escape to the terrace for some air, but I quickly realize I'm not
alone. I smell him before I see him –expensive cologne, summer
thunderstorms, and leather. As my eyes slowly adjust to the dark, I can
make out his silhouette leaning against the outside wall of the castle.
Waiting.
Jay's gaze captures mine, solid and steady. "Stay."
"Why?"
"You know why," he growls. Desire pools in my stomach, heavy and
warm. My heart works double-time, each beat higher and higher in my
throat. He pushes off the wall and stalks toward me. I mirror his
movements, stepping back into the grass.
God, he's beautiful – like a beast prowling the castle grounds.
"Run," he breathes. I'm sure I didn't hear him right until I see the look in
his eyes, like he's an apex predator and I'm the prey. My fight or flight kicks
in, a strangled sound ripping from my throat as I hike up my dress and run.
Every cell of my body is vibrating with adrenaline and need. My slippers
are slick with dew, my feet so cold I can barely feel them. A laugh bubbles
up as I look behind me; he's gaining fast.
"Jay!" Isla yells from the terrace, "Have you seen Charlie? We're about
to leave!"
He ignores her, hot on my heels.
I reach a tall boulder and collapse against the far side, struggling to
catch my breath.
"Charlie!" Isla calls out, seemingly giving up on Jay answering her. I
draw in a breath to shout, but Jay materializes out of the dark, placing a
warm finger against my lips.
"Shhh." He settles himself in front of me, his hooded gaze shattering my
resistance.
I reach up to slide his mask off, but his fingers circle my wrists,
stopping me. "Don't ruin the magic, mo chridhe."
My heart hammers against my ribs so loudly I'm sure he can hear it. I
drop my gaze. His hand dwarfs my chin as he cups it and gently pushes it
up so I'm looking him in the eyes. "Good girl," he murmurs. He traces his
fingers across my chin, over my cheek, and into my hair, cupping the base
of my skull. "May I?" he asks, wiggling one of the pins in my hair.
I nod, unable to find words. He carefully pulls the pins from my hair
one by one, shaking my hair loose so it falls around my shoulders. "You
shouldna wear your hair up," he says, his fingertip following a strand from
behind my ear, over my shoulder, and across the upper swell of my chest. I
draw in a sharp breath, his finger pressing into the top of my breast for a
split second. His gaze drops to my mouth, his touch not far behind. He
traces my lower lip, pulling on it gently.
"Why?" I whisper, warring against the lust pulsing through my body.
He grasps a handful of hair at the base of my skull, pulling gently to
expose my neck. I moan, melting against him. "That's why," he groans, his
lips against my neck.
"Jay!" Isla bellows from a few yards away. He bends and scoops me up
without warning, annoyance flashing over his face.
"Look whom I found trying to get to Lallybroch!" Jay says, rounding
the stone and heading toward Isla's voice.
Lallybroch? I look over his shoulder, barely able to make out the rock I
had been leaning against. It was one of a dozen stones rising like giants
from the earth. Goosebumps race down my arms. "If I had realized those
were standing stones, I would have been paying more attention to them and
less to you," I say under my breath.
"I doubt that, lass," he rumbles, his eyes twinkling behind his mask.
He sets me down on the path, his hand lingering on my back. I catch it
in mine and squeeze lightly. "It was nice meeting you, Jay."
"Charlotte," he purrs, pressing a warm kiss to my palm.
Isla grabs my arm and drags me toward the door, but I can't bear to
break our eye contact. His face stays in shadow as he removes his mask. I
am desperate not to leave. For once in my life, I feel like I belong.
"What the heck were you doing by the stones?" Isla asks, startling me
out of my fantasy as we head toward the front drive.
"I just wanted to see them," I hedge, not sure I want to talk about what
has happened yet.
She looks at me askance. "Well, you're soaked. Lachlan's waiting to take
you home."
"What about you?" I look at her closely, noticing the color high on her
cheeks.
"A girl never tells her secrets," she laughs.
"You better tell me tomorrow," I grumble.
"You know I will. Goodnight, Charlie." She wraps her arm around my
neck and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
She hands me over to Lachlan at the front of the house. I fold myself
into his car, pulling my skirts in so they don't get caught in the door. He
drops into the driver's seat, wood and citrus invading my senses.
"Did you have fun?"
"Yes." I grin. "I had an amazing time."
"I hope Jay didn't scare you. He can be... intense."
"He didn't," I say quickly. Too quickly.
Lachlan cocks his eyebrow and chuckles. "He has that effect on most
women." His fingers skim over my thigh as he picks up my hand, the touch
sends a spark to my core, joining the blaze already there. "You're beautiful."
He traces each of my fingers, his eyes on mine.
"Thank you," I whisper, the fire burning hotter.
I arch against the seat when he pushes his thumb into the center of my
palm, a low moan teasing its way out of my throat.
"God, Charlie," he rasps, his eyes dark.
"Let's go," I beg, "Please."
"Going." He cranks the wheel, spins us around, and peels out of the
parking area. I shriek, uncontrollable giggles tumbling from my mouth. "I
like when you laugh," he says, smiling. The planes of his face glow in the
light of the dashboard. He lifts my hand to the shifter knob, his hand
covering mine as he downshifts.
"I really like you," I blurt.
He pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park. We sit in the dark
for a second before he jerks the keys from the ignition. He gets out and
slams the door.
My heartbeat is pounding in my ears, mortification creeping up my
neck. I start to open my door, but he wrenches it open and pulls me out. His
lips are on my throat, his body molding to mine, pressing me against the
car.
"I like you, too," he growls, his tongue swiping over my pulse. "God,
I've wanted to do this all night. But there were too many people. And then
Jay stole you away." He bites the area between my neck and shoulder, and I
melt against him. We lose ourselves in each other's eyes for two beats
before our lips collide. I'm desperate for his touch, but his fingers are
cupped around my jaw, holding my mouth to his. I whimper in protest,
arching into him, biting and pulling at his lower lip. His hands slide down
my neck, over my shoulders, and down my arms, not stopping until his
fingers are linked with mine. I try to pull away, needing to touch him.
He pulls his head back, groaning, "You can't touch me unless we're
taking this back to your bed, Charlie." His pupils are blown out, his cheeks
flushed.
"Come on, then." I pull him toward the cottage. The wind blows off the
sea, rough and wild. Blood thrums through my veins. I haven't felt this alive
since – a pang shoots through me – since Cameron. I look up at the moon as
Lach wraps his arms around me, wondering if Cam is looking up at it, too.
Lach's face blocks my view, so I close my eyes and live for this moment.

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I
reach behind me and fumble with the doorknob as I sink into Lach's lips.
We stumble through the door, kicking it closed behind us. He pushes me
against it, cradling my face in his hands. I unfasten his jacket and push it
over his shoulders; he pulls his hands away long enough to let it drop to the
floor, then slides his fingers up my legs, hooking my thighs. I groan into his
mouth as he pulls my legs around his waist, his hands on my ass supporting
my weight. He moves away from the door, but we only make it two feet
before he presses me into the bookshelves, his pelvis pinning me in place.
The second I feel those shelves on my back, my mind races back to that
night in the bookstore. Dark curls. Midnight eyes. My heart throbs with
pain and I break the kiss with a gasp. "I'm sorry. I'm not ready to do this."
He gently sets me on the floor, wrapping his arm around me and pulling
my head to his chest. "There's nothing to be sorry for." He kisses my hair,
rubbing comforting circles on my back. "Do you want me to leave?" He
pulls back and nudges my chin so I'm looking at him.
"No—" I blurt, involuntarily squeezing him tighter.
"Why don't I go grab some food and we can just hang out?"
I nod, unable to find the words to tell him what I'm feeling.
He kisses my forehead. "Get changed into something comfortable while
I'm gone, okay?"
I nod again and watch as he leaves, my mind racing. The fact that he's
going to get me food after I turned him down makes tears well in my eyes.
The last twenty-four hours have been so overwhelming.
The door opens and Lach pops his head in, "I forgot to give you this
earlier; it was delivered today." He sets a package just inside the door and
leaves again.
I change into shorts and a t-shirt, then scrub the makeup from my face
before my curiosity gets the best of me. The package is wrapped in brown
paper. I flip it over to find African stamps covering most of the other side.
Cameron. My hands shake as I ease the paper open and slide out a book. It's
an old copy of Pride and Prejudice. A note flutters to the floor when I open
the cover.
My Dearest Charlie,
I can't stop thinking about how much of a mistake this was. I miss you. I
desperately hope you are not as miserable as I.
Yours Always,
Cam.
Regret shoots through me. I never should have told him to go. I wish I
had been selfish and insisted he stay. I thumb through the pages, reading the
passages that he had underlined in pencil.
"Till this moment I never knew myself."
"You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what
they were last April, tell me at once. My affections and wishes are
unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on the subject forever."
"Charlie?"
I slam the book closed, my heart in my throat.
"Feeling better?" Lach asks, pushing through the door. He sits on the
couch and starts pulling foil containers from a brown paper bag.
I blush, nodding my head. He must see something in my face because
he raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to elaborate. I sigh. "The guy I was
dating before I came to Harris sent that package to me." His gaze drops
from mine.
"I see."
I sit next to him. "I'm a mess, Lachlan. I don't know if it's the divorce, or
if it's being here or what." I scrub my hands over my face and gulp down
the glass of wine he hands me.
"What do you mean?" He pulls the lids off a multitude of containers.
The smell of butter chicken fills the room, making my mouth water.
"This guy I dated. I like him. A lot. I feel like it could have gone
somewhere if circumstances were different."
"Right person, wrong time?" he asks, handing me a piece of naan.
I nod. "And then I met you." Heat creeps up my cheeks, but I'm
determined to get this out, the alcohol in my veins fueling my courage. I
twist toward him and nudge his chin with my knuckle so he's looking at me.
"I really like you. I've had an amazing time the last few days."
"I'm not seeing the problem yet," he says, dipping his chin and pressing
his lips to my fingers before I drop my hand.
I tear off a piece of bread with my teeth, giving myself a few precious
seconds to admit something to him I hadn't fully admitted to myself yet.
Fuck it. "And then tonight, when I met Jay..." I trail off, not sure how to
finish the sentence.
"You liked him, too." Lach finishes, his lips twisting into a smile.
"You think it's funny?"
"It's okay to have feelings for multiple people, Charlie. That's just how
it works sometimes."
"So you've liked more than one woman before?"
He shakes his head. "I've never had the desire to date more than one
person at a time."
"See!" I groan. "Life just doesn't work that way."
"Why not? I knew a woman who dated three guys. They were all
happy."
"For how long?" I ask, dumbfounded.
"Years."
I gape at him. "What happened?"
"That's a story for another time, Charlie. Eat." He holds a piece of
chicken to my lips and I open obediently.
He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, flipping through some movies.
We decide on a new release and I cuddle up to his side, completely content.
My eyes start getting heavy twenty minutes in and the next thing I know,
Lach is carrying me to the bed and cocooning me with his warmth.
Heavy pounding wakes me from a dead sleep. I slip out from under
Lach's arm and pull on my robe before opening the door. Isla jerks when it
swings open under her fist, startled.
"Good morning?" I croak, pushing my knotted hair out of my face.
"Come up to the house with me. Now."
"Why?" I groan, just wanting to go back to sleep.
"Because." She pushes past me and pulls me into the bathroom,
ignoring my protests. "Brush your teeth," she commands. She brushes my
hair while I take care of my teeth. I'm too groggy to question her. I put my
hair in a ponytail and swipe some Chapstick over my lips. Lach is waiting
by the front door for us, I tense, waiting to see Isla's reaction, but she only
rolls her eyes.
"You better have coffee," I grumble, shivering as we step out into the
cold. I stumble up the path to the house, the wind ripping my hair from the
elastic. Isla holds the door to the manor house open for me, pushing me
through when I hesitate a little too long. I turn to ask her what's happening,
but she mumbles something I don't quite catch and disappears upstairs. I
head toward the kitchen, desperate for some caffeine. I'm only a few feet
from the coffee pot before I realize this is a setup. Jack is sitting on a stool
at the island, a piece of toast halfway to his mouth. He's barefoot, his leg
crossed at the knee over worn corduroy pants. An earth-colored sweater
hugs his torso. One gorgeous eyebrow cocked up.
It takes my brain a few seconds to catch up.
"Oh my God. Oh my God!"
This can't be happening.
I pivot and hightail it past Lach to the front door, wrenching it open.
Jack catches the door before I can slam it closed, cornering me in the front
entrance.
The wind howls around us, my hair lashing out at him. He traps it with
his hands, cupping my face.
"How are you even here?" I whisper, horrified. "I'm in my robe and
slippers, for fuck's sake." And I just slept with Lachlan. Well, not slept with
him, but still. Oh. My. God.
He growls, "How am I here? How are you here? How do you know my
sister? How do you know Lachlan?" He brushes his thumb over my cheek,
his gaze clinging to my lips.
"Isla's your sister?" Suddenly everything is crystal clear. "You're Jay," I
whisper, groaning into my hands.
Isla bursts outside. "Will one of you please explain what's going on?"
"Charlie's the girl," Lachlan says from behind her.
"The girl?" She looks confused for a second. "The girl." She gapes.
"The one you've been looking for?" Her eyes narrow. "Wait, you knew who
she was last night, didn't you?" She turns to me. "But you..." She spins
toward Lachlan. "And you! Oh, this is going to be messy." She grins.
I turn to Lachlan, "Did you know about this last night?"
He shrugs. "He wanted to tell you himself."
"Of fucking course," I mutter.
"Some privacy, please." Jack grinds out, his patience evaporating.
"You better tell me the whole story later," Isla pouts. Lach slips out the
door before Isla goes back inside. I watch as he walks down the path toward
the cottage.
"I feel like such an idiot," I groan once they're out of earshot.
Embarrassment doesn't sit well with me, and I'm absolutely mortified.
"Stop," Jack says gruffly, his hands pressed to the wall on either side of
my head, trapping me between his arms. His hair tangles with mine in the
wind, strands of red, brown, and copper melding into one. His eyes are
pools of molten gold – lion's eyes. Alarm bells clang through me.
"Don't even think about it," he growls.
Danger.
I duck under his arm and run down the path to the cottage. I don't know
how to do this. My heart will shatter into so many pieces and I'll never be
able to find them all.
"Charlotte." He grasps my wrist and spins me toward him. He looks
wounded and more than a little pissed off.
"I'm sorry," I pant, trying to come up with the right words to tell him
how I feel. To tell him about Cameron and Lach. To tell him I'm still
healing from Rob.
"I'm not him, Charlotte. Whoever you're thinking of, I'm not him."
I laugh, "No, you're so much worse."
He glowers at me.
"This," I say, pointing between us, "is dangerous. I know you can feel it.
It's like a tempest that will destroy everything in its path. I have a life back
in the states." I gesture toward the castle across the loch. "And you, you
have a fucking castle, Jack."
He exhales sharply through his nose. "None of that matters," he insists,
"You belong, Charlotte. I can feel it in here." He taps his hand to his chest.
I know. God, I know.
This wild and untamed man is like the missing piece of my soul that I've
been looking for my entire life. A piece I knew would fit perfectly if I could
manage to rearrange all the others. I rub my breastbone to relieve the ache.
"Give me a reason, Charlotte. Just give me one reason and I'll never talk
to you again."
I can't stand the thought of never talking to him again, but I'm not ready
for this.
"Jack, I don't need you to go away; I just need time."
"Time," he repeats.
I nod.
"Done." He extends his hand to me, "Friends?"
"Friends." I grasp his hand, unprepared for the energy that erupts
between us the second our skin touches. I jerk away from his touch.
"For now," he mutters, his eyes narrowing at my reaction. "Just promise
me one thing, Sassenach."
"What?" I ask, rubbing my palm.
"Stop running."
I roll my eyes. "Why?"
"Because it makes me want to catch you and fuck you until you lose
your voice from screaming my name."
"Oh," I breathe, turning away slowly, my heart beating like
hummingbird wings in my chest. It takes everything in me not to look back.
Lach is waiting for me, leaning against the doorframe, a light in his eyes
that wasn't there yesterday. "I'm not staying, but I wanted to let you know
that I meant what I said last night."
"Remind me," I say, stalling. I don't want him to leave. The gray
sweatpants slung low on his hips leave absolutely nothing to the
imagination. I swallow hard, dragging my gaze back up to his face.
"You don't have to settle for one person, Charlie." He cups my face with
both of his hands, staring into my soul. "You are worth it. I bet I could find
ten guys that would fall over themselves to be able to have a single taste of
you."
My core spasms. "You may be fine with that, but I'm sure Jack—Jay...
hell, I don't even know what to call him now. But I'm sure he wouldn't be
okay with it."
"Are you sure about that?" He asks, an emotion I can't place flashing in
his eyes. He presses a kiss to my forehead and leaves, closing the door
gently behind him.
Fuck.

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I
bury myself back in bed, hoping the feathers of the duvet will somehow
lull me back into sleep. Jack's face dominates my thoughts. The tiny
freckle below his left eye. The way he bites his lip. His wild hair.
God, that hair.
I press a pillow over my face and scream. I throw it to the other side of
the room and fling the covers aside. Why. Why now? Why here? I shove
two pieces of bread into the toaster, jamming the lever down. What the fuck,
universe? I hold the toast in my teeth as I pull on my jacket, slamming the
door behind me. Instead of risking heading up toward my car – and possibly
running into him – I take the tiny path behind the cottage that looks like it
has been out of use for years. The weather today is good by Scottish
standards – not rainy, not sunny. I bury my hands in my pockets as I walk,
safe from the biting wind, enjoying the mystery of where the path will take
me.
It ends up bringing me down almost to sea level before curving around
and heading in the opposite direction from the house. I take my time,
collecting a small bouquet of heather and thistle as I go, enjoying the peace
that comes with being in wide-open spaces. After thirty minutes or so, the
path turns to sand, and I find myself at the top of a small dune, looking
down at a huge expanse of pristine beach, violent turquoise water roiling
against a backdrop of stormy mountains. I can feel my consciousness
expand, the beauty too much for it to hold on to, the connection too great
for me to fully understand.
"Carebear!"
I turn to see Lach walking down the path toward me. "I like that one
better," I say, laughing at the nickname. He's wearing charcoal athletic
shorts and a deep green t-shirt that match the color of his eyes. He links his
fingers with mine, taking in the view together.
"So you're the girl?" he asks, his gaze glued to the horizon.
"I guess? I didn't realize..."
"He wouldn't shut up about you."
I shrug awkwardly.
He clears his throat. "Did you think about our talk any more?"
I don't say anything, not willing to admit it's the only thing I've been
able to think about.
"Be with both of us, Charlie." The words tumble out of his mouth.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"What would people think?"
"Who gives a flying fuck what people think? I sure as hell don't. And
Isla is used to it, so you don't have to worry about her."
I gape at him. "What do you mean she's used to it?"
"This isn't the first time Jack and I—" he trails off, ending his sentence
with a shrug, his cheeks pink.
"Not the first time you've done what, exactly?" I ask. I need details.
Now.
"Shared." He clears his throat, slowly raising his head to look at me.
"You shared a woman before? Like you both dated her at the same
time?"
He nods. "And more."
"More? What does that mean?" I clamp my thighs together as that
moment at the masquerade flashes through my mind.
"More than dating, Charlie. We were fucking her." He licks his lips, and
suddenly, all I can think about is how his tongue would feel between my
legs.
"At the same time?" I blurt, mortified the second the question tumbled
from my lips.
"No, not at the same time. That wasn't something she was comfortable
with."
"But you guys would have been if she was?"
"Yes, Charlie." The words come out in a low rumble.
I think for a second. "But what would you get out of it? Seems like you
both would be getting the short end of the stick."
"We'd be getting you, Carebear. You are definitely not the short end of
the stick." He rolls his shoulders, easing the tension.
"How many times have you done this?"
"Only once. Jay, our university roommate and I all fell for the same
girl."
"All three of you?" He nods. "And it worked?"
"It did for a long time. Our roommate moved away first, then I went to
study for my MBA. She and Jack got their own place." Lachlan presses his
lips to the back of my hand. "No pressure. Just think about it."
'Just think about it.' Ha. Like I wasn't going to have to rearrange all of
my pre-existing ideas about relationships. Like society would accept it.
Like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Give me some time to figure out how I feel about it?"
"Of course. What does that look like to you? Do you want me to stay
scarce?" He pulls away from me, and I feel the loss in my soul.
"NO. No. I want to go slow. I want to get to know you...be friends first."
"Thank fuck. That I can deal with. I may get carpal tunnel, but I'll
manage."
I laugh. Really laugh. He stops walking, staring at me like I grew a third
eye.
"Motherfucker you're beautiful," he breathes, his eyes luminous. He
shakes his head to clear it. "Despite what it seems, I wasn't stalking you. I
came down here to jog." He peels off his shirt and tucks it into his
waistband. "See ya later, Carebear." He winks and jogs away toward the
water. Thirty seconds later, he smacks his ass with his hand like he knows
I'm still watching. I spin on my heel and walk the other way before he can
look back and catch me staring.
I breathe deep, the cool air helping to clear my mind. I have to admit
that the idea of exploring a relationship with both of them is enticing. But
that doesn't leave any room for Cam. He didn't sign up to share me with two
strangers and I could never in a million years ask him. So that leaves me
with three options: Cam, who wasn't even here; Lach and Jack, who are
here and willing; or not being in a relationship at all. The third option was
by far the easiest and the only option that guaranteed I wouldn't leave
Scotland with a broken heart. I pick up a smooth rock and skip it over the
water, watching as it bounces five, six, seven times. But the third option
was also the most boring.
After walking for an hour, I finally decide that I'm not going to make
any decision at all. If something is going to happen, I'll let it happen
naturally.
The conversation plays over and over in my head as I make my way
back to the cottage. Despite myself, I can't help but imagine what it would
be like to be with both of them. After failing to distract myself with work, I
give up and head into the bedroom, pulling my trusty vibrator from the
nightstand. I shuck off my leggings and sprawl on the bed, running the
smooth silicone through the moisture that has been building since I talked
with Lach. I imagine myself in Jay's lap, Lach's head between my legs, his
tongue doing unimaginable things. Oh God, Lach, I moan, the pressure
already building.
"Are you praying to me, Carebear?" Lach's voice drifts through my
open window.
"Fuck," I whimper, his voice sending me over the edge. I press the toy
to my clit, clenching my jaw to keep in my scream as I splinter into a
million pieces. As I come down, I expect mortification to settle in, but it
doesn't. If anything, I'm more turned on than I was before.
"Charlie."
I walk to the window on shaky legs, the toy held out of sight. Lach is
standing there, color high in his cheeks.
"Next time, let me help. You are my god. I want to worship you with my
hands and praise you with my tongue until you beg me to stop without
asking for anything in return. Do you understand?"
I nod, swallowing around the knot in my throat.
His gaze burns into mine. "I will get you off and leave if that's what you
want, just let me take care of you." He nods as if we just agreed on
something and then continues up the path.
I stand there, dazed. Nobody has ever said anything like that to me
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I
struggle to regulate my breathing as terror races through my veins, my
hands shaking as I grip the steering wheel. Isla's in the passenger seat,
trying not to laugh. This is my second try driving to Stornoway. I gave
up the first time and then waited until Isla had a day off work to try again.
These sheer cliffs, slick roads, and single-lane highways will be the death of
me, but I don't have a choice. I need to make up for lost time. I feel like this
trip has been a failure so far, and I can't bear the thought of facing Arty with
nothing to show.
The records office is located in the back room of the local library, which
suits me fine. I use Jack's tip to find the error in my research and can work
off that to add more generations to the tree. Once I have that part finished, I
can start on the real work: the calligraphy and paintings. My favorite part,
though admittedly, it's way more complicated than the research.
Isla gossips about people I don't know the entire time I do my research.
Every time I look at her, she's in a different position: straddling the chair,
sitting on the back of it with her feet on the seat, lying on the floor with her
legs propped up on the wall. Normally this would be infuriating, but with
Isla, I can’t help but find it endearing.
After her hundredth position change, I ask her if she wants to grab
lunch.
"Really?"
I laugh at her expression. She looks so relieved I'm afraid she might cry.
"Really. Let's go."
We only have to walk several doors down to find a cute little cafe that
seems promising.
"Can I ask you a favor?" Isla blows on a steaming spoonful of stew.
"Sure?" I rip off a chunk of bread and dip it into the thick sauce.
"I have to run to Glasgow for a few days; will you take care of Sorcha
for me?"
"Who's Sorcha?"
"My pony," she laughs.
I raise an eyebrow at her.
"God, sometimes I forget we haven't known each other for very long.
I've had Sorcha since I was a little girl. I couldn't bear the thought of getting
rid of her, so I've kept her all these years."
"That's sweet," I say. Imagining Isla as a tiny sassy brat makes me
smile. "What exactly do you need me to do?"
"Just brush her and let her out to pasture in the morning, then feed her
grain and hay in her stall in the evenings. It'll take ten or fifteen minutes
tops."
"It’s been a while since I’ve had to take care of a horse, but I’m sure I
can manage that. Where do you keep her?"
"There's a stable over at Jay's."
I groan.
"Oh, stop it. He's never at the barn anyway. The chance of you seeing
him is practically zero."
"Fine," I grumble, "When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow." She grimaces, wincing a little as she waits for my reaction.
"You fucking owe me."
"Deal." She holds out her spoon and cheers me with it.
The following morning, I take the bike Isla loaned me and ride it over to
the castle. I go past the main entrance, turning into the second drive, hoping
to eliminate any chance of seeing Jack. Slept-in mascara and a messy bun is
not exactly the impression I want to give. Again. I lean the bike against the
side of the barn and push open the heavy double doors. There are eight
stalls, and only three of them are occupied.
Sorcha is in the first stall – small speckled pony with a gray mane. The
second horse is a beautiful flaxen chestnut, her coat the perfect backdrop for
her gorgeous mane. I stop in my tracks as I approach the third horse. He
stands much taller than the other two, curious brown eyes staring me down.
I sweep his forelock out of his eyes and rub his velvety nose.
"Well, aren't you a gorgeous boy," I murmur. He nuzzles into me gently
as I press a kiss to his muzzle. He's the most beautiful horse I have ever
seen. His mane is so long that I can't see the end of it unless I stand on my
tiptoes and peer over the stall door. He's black as pitch, not a speck of white
anywhere. He nibbles at my fleece, making soft whinnying noises.
"Looks like he has good taste in women."
I jump.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, spinning to face Jack.
He chuckles. "I think I'm the one that should be asking you that. But
since you asked, I'm feeding Lucius."
I'm going to kill Isla.
"Your turn," he prods, smirking.
"I'm feeding Sorcha for Isla."
He nods but doesn't say anything.
I slide Sorch’s bridle over her head and walk her out of her stall,
clipping her to the lead ropes attached to the barn posts. I find the brushes
in a caddy hanging on the wall, so I get to work with the curry comb first,
ignoring Jack as he leads Lucius into the paddock.
"What are you up to today?"
My heart jumps to my throat at his nearness, and I whirl toward him.
"Stop doing that!"
He leans against a stall door, shrugging an apology.
"I'm going back to Lewis to do some research." I wince as I say it,
dreading the drive.
"Why the face?"
"The drive is awful," I admit.
"I'll drive you. I have to stock up on a few things anyway." I mull it over
for a second. "It's not a big deal, Charlotte. I can drop you off, do what I
need, and pick you up on the way home."
"You're sure?"
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't."
"Okay." I chew my lip. This feels dangerous. I give Sorcha a final brush
before looking up at him. "Thank you," I whisper, the words getting stuck
in my throat.
"I'll pick you up in an hour." Gravel crunches under his heel as he turns
and walks out of the barn.
God. That man could melt the polar ice caps with one look. I lead
Sorcha out to the pasture, realizing Jack has already thrown out hay for her.
Damn it. I don't need another thing to the growing list of Jack's pros. The
con list is pitiful; the only thing on it is 'Scotland,' and 'Scotland' is under
pros, too. I'm fucked.
I pedal back to the house as fast as I can. I shiver through an ice-cold
shower and pick out the ugliest clothes I own: a pair of boyfriend jeans and
an oversized t-shirt. A swipe of mascara, Chapstick and my trusty combat
boots complete the look. I smirk at myself in the mirror. I don't feel sexy at
all. Success.
I'm waiting outside, sipping on a mug of coffee, when Jack pulls up.
He laughs when he sees what I'm wearing. "I know what you're trying
to do. It won't work, Sassenach. Besides, you look fucking adorable." His
grin sucks the oxygen from the air. "Here." He pushes a foil packet into my
hands as I get into the truck.
"What's this?"
"Just in case you haven't eaten."
"I haven't. Thank you." I peel it open to find a bacon, egg, and cheese
sandwich. My mouth immediately starts watering. I take a huge bite, my
eyes rolling back. "This is so good."
Jack is frozen with his hand on the back of my headrest. He had started
to turn to back up, but he hadn't made it past my face.
"God, Charlotte."
"What?"
"Don't fucking do that."
I want to pretend like I don't know what he was talking about, but I'm in
the middle of slowly licking a drop of egg yolk from my finger, my eyes on
him. I swallow hard. "Yes, sir."
His eyes darken. "Good girl."

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I
admire his effortless driving over hills and hairpin turns, loving the fact
that I'm able to enjoy the scenery. And by the scenery, I mean the veins
riding over the back of his hands and up his forearms.
"What brings you to Stornoway?" Jack asks, breaking the silence that
has settled over us like a warm blanket.
"More research," I say, making a face. If I'm not able to wrap it up
today, I'm going to scream. Now that my artistic side has a chance to create
again, it's raring to go. As great as it is to feel that part of me come alive
after so long, it makes it feel like the research is dragging on forever.
"Not quite the same as the pub, is it?" His lips twist into a tiny smirk,
and I know he's thinking about that night. I can still feel his hand spanning
my back, his thigh anchored between my legs. I clench my thighs against
the visceral response the memory invokes and try to concentrate on the
view outside my window.
"Not quite. They could at least serve beer if I have to spend all day in
that cramped space."
Jack laughs. "Why don't I help you? We can go there first, get twice the
work done, and then we can run my errands."
My heart rate ticks up. "Really? It'll be boring," I warn.
"Being in the same room as you – breathing the same air – will never be
boring."
My face heats under his gaze. I know he's right. There's no possible way
it'll be boring when we're elbow to elbow in that tiny room.
"Deal," I say just as we pull into the parking lot.
I smile at the woman at the front desk as we pass. Her face is pinched in
disapproval; she's probably still hung up on Isla's non-stop chatter the day
before.
"Now what?" Jack asks as he shrugs his broad shoulders out of his
jacket, draping it over the back of the chair.
"Now I find the microfiche for the dates in question, and we look
through it until our eyes bleed."
"Sounds like fun," he deadpans, sitting at one of the machines.
The microfiche is filed by date; each year consists of scanned pages of
births, baptisms, marriages, and deaths. It's an enormous amount of
information to sift through, but I've narrowed down the dates through online
research, so now I just have to confirm everything and go back a couple
more generations if I can. I pull out six different years and place them
between our machines, setting down my list in front of them.
"These are the names we're looking for and the approximate dates," I
explain, pointing to the information I had jotted down in my notebook. "We
need to confirm the years and then try to find the full month, day, and year
if possible. If you see any records that show the parents let me know; I'd
love to add a couple more generations to the tree even though I probably
don't need them. I'd love to give Arty the best tree possible."
"He sounds like a great man," Jack says as he loads the first film into
the machine.
"He is." I smile. "I don't deserve him."
"I guarantee you that's not true." Jack scribbles something down on the
paper. I reach for the pen, my hand brushing his. Sparks race over my skin,
my pulse skyrocketing. I stare at him.
"Sassenach?" Jack's voice is soft, like I'm a horse he's trying not to
spook.
"Do you feel that, too?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I grab his
hand and turn it so his palm is facing up. I run my finger over his palm and
up each finger, pressing my nail into his skin.
Jack licks his lips, his gaze on our hands. "If you feel like you're on the
most terrifying rollercoaster you've ever been on, then yes."
I swallow. "Do you like rollercoasters?"
He laughs. "Aye, Charlotte, I do."

W e wrap up an hour later . Jack surprises me by finding way more


information than I could have ever found on my own, including two more
generations of Arty's family members. I'm thrilled. The worst part of the
project is finally finished.
"Thank you so much for helping," I say as we slide into a booth at a pub
that looks like it's been around for fifteen hundred years.
"My pleasure, Charlotte. I enjoyed it."
"You did not," I laugh, toying with the paper ring I pulled off the
utensils.
"I was spending time with you. Of course I enjoyed it."
I try to hold in my grin and fail miserably.
"There she is," Jack murmurs, his eyes going soft.
My heart flutters in my chest, and I bury my face in the beer menu to
hide the smile I just can't shake.
When I can't decide on a beer, Jack orders an entire flight, finishing the
ones I don't like.
"Tell me about yourself," Jack says, breaking open the crust of his meat
pie to let out the steam.
"You already know most of it," I say, popping a piece of crust into my
mouth.
"Not what's happened to you – I want to know you." His gaze is intense.
"What are your hopes and dreams? What did you want to be when you were
little? What's your favorite book? Your favorite movie? I want to know the
stuff that's independent of the things you can't control."
"I'll put you to sleep," I laugh.
"You could never put me to sleep, Charlotte." He blows on a piece of
meat, his eyes on me. "Trust me."
"Okay," I say, ignoring the heat pooling in my center. "I wanted to be a
marine biologist when I was little."
"What about now? Is that something you still want to do?"
"No, I don't think so. I would be content to run my little business now. It
checks all the boxes for me, and it used to bring in enough to live on."
"The calling of a simple life, eh, Sassenach?"
"You could say that."
"I know how you feel. I ran hard for years. I had my fingers in way too
many things. It wore me down to the point that I didn't want to leave the
farm. I learned my lesson."
"But what about that night in the pub?" I ask.
"My friend called in a favor. And now I'll never be able to return it
because that's the night I met you. I could help him out a thousand times,
and it still wouldn't be payment enough."
Fuck. I gulp down my beer. When I set my glass down, he traps my
hand under his.
"No matter what happens between us, I'll always be thankful for that
night."
"I'm thankful I met you, too," I say, my heart in my throat. "I don't think
I'll ever forget that evening. It was magical, wasn't it?"
"To many more magical nights," he teases, raising his glass.
I groan, but I still lift my glass to his.
"Hey, I know you need time. I'm not pushing for anything past
friendship."
My heart drops. "Don't get all dramatic on me, now. I'm fine with the
teasing. And the flirting. I'll let you know if you ever go too far."
He laughs, "I have absolutely no doubt about that."
"What about you – what did you want to be when you were little?"
"Exactly what I'm doing now. I knew from the time I was toddling
around the estate that I wanted to spend my life there. I know it sounds
cliche to say it's in my blood, but I don't know how else to describe it.
That's why all of us eventually came back." He smiles. "There's just
something about that place. I hope you get to experience it before—" he
stops abruptly, frustration marring his features.
"Before I leave?" I finish, voicing what he doesn't want to say.
"Yes, that."
"Me, too." The food sits heavy in my stomach. I will have to leave
eventually. "Can we promise not to bring that up unless we absolutely have
to?"
"Good idea." He spears a carrot and pops it into his mouth, not meeting
my gaze.
"Well, that was a mood killer." I chuckle. "What are the errands you
need to do?"
"I have to go to the feed store and make a quick grocery run. Shouldn't
take too long." He pulls out his wallet and motions the waiter over.
"Jack, let me at least pay for my meal," I protest. "You drove me all the
way here and then helped me for hours. I owe you."
"I offered, Charlotte. You owe me nothing."
We spend the next couple of hours ticking items off his list, and I find
that in addition to being sexually attracted to him, I really like who he is as
a person. I can hear the love and respect he carries for his family and
friends in his words. It's when we're driving back to Harris, his arm over the
back of my seat, that I realize I'm royally fucked.

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I
've been avoiding the guys for the last few days, and it's starting to wear
on me. Despite being at my favorite part of the process, I haven't made
any progress on Arty's tree. I've become an irritable recluse who only
gets out to sneak around the barn taking care of Sorcha. I finally concede
that I need a day off to clear my head, and I'm determined to get outside
despite the horrible weather. I bundle up in the same clothes I wore on my
hike with Cameron – which doesn't help my frame of mind one bit. I pack
some snacks, water, and my camera and head down the path to the beach.
The wind is so strong that I can barely place one foot in front of the other.
Despite that, wild water and cliffs lure me further down the path. The cold
air against my skin is invigorating, blowing away the cobwebs of confusion
that have been there since that night in the pub.
Mist starts coming down as I drop my backpack in a small cave, looping
my camera around my neck. I walk the beach until my toes are numb,
taking a lifetime's worth of pictures. I'm not thinking about any of the guys
for the first time in weeks. I jog close to the surf, blood working to warm
my extremities. I turn back toward the cave as the rain picks up, but it isn't
nearly soon enough. Lightning flashes overhead, a giant thunderclap
seconds behind. Fuck. I debate trying to scurry back up the path, but I'm not
in the mood to risk my life today. Waiting it out seems like a decent second
option. I get to the cave just before the downpour starts. I carry my bag
further into the cave and find a little alcove that provides enough of a wind
break to be comfortable. The forlorn sound of the wind blowing over the
mouth of the cave makes me shudder, and my mood plummets.
"Charlotte!" a disembodied voice floats into the cave on a gust of wind.
I run to the entrance, scanning the beach. Jack is riding the gorgeous black
stallion I met in the barn the other day.
"Jack!" I wave my arms, smiling like a fool when he spots me. He prods
the horse into a gallop, coming to a stop and dismounting in one smooth
motion. He loops the reins over the animal's neck before turning to me,
lines of worry etched between his brows.
Beads of water cling to his face, his eyelashes sticking together in dark
points. "God, I was worried about you, Charlotte. Why did you go out in
this weather?" He doesn't come any closer, but I'm unsure if it's because he's
respecting my boundaries or because he's pissed off.
"I didn't realize," I say, ashamed that I put him in danger. "Do you think
he can get us back to the house?" I ask, gesturing toward the horse.
"I don't think so," he sighs, "the path was treacherous on the way down
and I don't want to risk it again. I shouldn't have even come down, but I had
a feeling you were here." He shakes the water from his hair. "Come on
then." He strides into the cave, grabbing my wrist as he brushes past me.
"What about the horse?"
"Trust me, he's not going anywhere, and neither will you if you don't get
in here and warm up."
Jack makes a small fire out of driftwood, the light flickering over his
face in a silent caress. His eyes reflect the flames, reminding me of molten
lava – mesmerizing and deadly. I clear my throat, uncomfortable with how
my body responds to him.
His mouth twists. "You don't have to keep doing that, you know," he
says, shredding a twig and watching each piece shrivel in the fire.
"Doing what?"
"Building that damn wall." He meets my gaze. "I won't hurt you,
Charlotte."
"It's not you—" I start.
"It's me?" Jack finishes my sentence, his words sarcastic. "Bullshit. It's
not you – it's that bastard you wasted all those years on."
"That's part of it," I admit.
"And the other part?" he asks, one eyebrow lifting toward his hairline.
"I don't know how to do this."
"Do what, Charlotte?"
My cheeks flame just thinking about having to explain what I mean.
That probably means I shouldn't, right? "Lachlan told me about the two of
you."
He doesn't say anything, just waits for me to continue.
"I don't know how to do something like that. I don't know if I even can."
"And that's perfectly fine, Charlotte. No one is pressuring you to do
anything. We just want you to be happy. But if you want that – or think you
might – the first step is talking about it."
Can I talk about it? Talking about it doesn't mean I have to do anything.
God. How am I even considering this? I peel off my jacket and fan my shirt
away from my body. Why is it so fucking hot in here?
"I have an idea," he says, pushing himself up, "wait here."
Like I have anywhere else to go. He walks further into the cave and
comes back with a dusty bottle. He wipes it on his pants and turns the label
toward me. "I hid this back here when I was fifteen years old," he laughs. "I
can't believe it's still here." He removes the wax seal with his pocketknife
and then pops the cork using the attachment. He takes a swig, testing it
before handing it to me.
Dubious, I peer through the opening at the golden liquid. "You're sure
it's okay?" I ask, wondering how it can still be good after twenty-five years
"Better than okay, Good whisky only gets better with age."
I take a swig, spluttering as the smooth heat spreads through my body.
"You're right; that's glorious," I agree, taking another sip before handing it
back to him.
"It better be; that bottle is probably worth three thousand pounds now."
I choke. "Three thousand? Why the hell are we drinking it?"
"We're stuck in a cave during one of the worst storms I've ever seen,
Sassenach. That is why we're drinking it." He shakes his head, chuckling,
"Couldn't have planned it better if I tried."
We pass the bottle several more times, and sure enough, I can feel
myself loosening up. "Now what?" I ask him.
"Now you talk."
"Alcohol was your plan?" I laugh, taking the bottle from his
outstretched hand. Our fingers brush, the heat spreading through me utterly
unrelated to the whisky this time.
"A damn good one," he says, throwing one of his twigs at me with a
smirk.
"Fine." I pout. "Ask me something."
"Tell me about your last relationship, that way I know how bad I have to
beat the bastard if I ever see him."
I sigh. This is going to suck. "Rob and I met the first year in college and
married a couple of months after graduating. He was my first real
boyfriend." I wince at how lame that sounds. "He went to work for his dad
in the family landscape business and I went on to graduate school. I did the
ancestry stuff on the side, eventually growing it enough to pay for school
entirely. Rob's parents died a couple of years after that and he was really
struggling with the responsibility of the business. I stepped in before he
could bankrupt it. Eventually, our marriage turned into a job, too." I look at
Jack, unsure if he wants to keep hearing about my failures.
"Go on," he says, passing me the bottle again.
I take a long swig. "Rob started getting nasty a couple of years ago. We
both worked long hours so we didn't have to see each other." I laugh,
"Actually, it was me working long hours. Rob was, well, Rob."
"What does that mean?" he asks, the muscle in his jaw twitching.
"Not working. Fucking random chicks. Fucking not so random chicks."
My mind flashes back to finding them in bed together, and a stabbing pain
shoots through my chest. I don't miss Rob, but I sure as hell miss my friend.
"I found him in bed with my best friend."
Jack's at my side before I can blink, his hands engulfing mine as he
pulls me into his embrace. He envelops me in warm whisky and leather. He
presses his lips to my hair, one hand moving in comforting circles over my
back.
"God, I'm sorry."
I squeeze my arms around his neck, my body melting against his. He
smooths my hair away from my face as I blink back tears.
"Have you talked to anyone about this yet?" he asks, pulling back a little
so he can look me in the face.
I shake my head. "I would have talked to her," I sniff.
He cups my face, his thumbs wiping the tears away.
"I'm honored you shared with me, Charlotte."
"Thank you for letting me cry on you. I think that was another first."
He turns toward the fire, one arm hugging me against his side. "You've
been strong your entire life, haven't you?"
"Strong? I wouldn't call it that." I laugh. Embarrassment creeps up my
neck. Vulnerability is not my forte.
"Your douche canoe ex cheated on you with your ex-best friend, and
instead of wallowing, you come to Scotland on a new adventure, make new
friends, and you're living your truth. If that's not strong, I'm not sure what
that is."
"Impulsive?"
Jack laughs. "Maybe some of that, too. Whatever it is, I'm glad you're
here."
"I am, too." I twirl a twig between my fingers, watching the flames eat
away at a log.
"That was one huge fucking first step, Charlotte."
I grin.
He turns toward me, his gaze soft. "You should be proud of yourself."
I lean my head against his shoulder. "Thank you for listening."
"Always," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. "Is
there anything else you'd like to talk about?"
I consider for a moment. "Yes. I want you to tell me about...well, what
Lachlan told me about." I don't even know how to put it into words.
He nods, taking a second to organize his thoughts. "We were in
university. There was a girl on the floor below us who was fun to be around.
Her name was Emily. She would hang out in our suite all the time. The four
of us would go to movies, go to dinner... we pretty much did everything
together. Over time all three of us fell for her. It took her a long time to
admit it, but she fell in love with us, too." He pauses to sip from the bottle,
passing it to me. "Eventually, life caught up with us. Lachlan and our other
roommate moved away to different schools."
"What happened after that?"
"I married her."
Fuck. He married her?
"Someday, I'll tell you about what happened after that, but not tonight.
Go on, ask another question."
I took a long drag from the bottle, my pulse thrumming in my throat.
"How did it work exactly? The logistics of it all?"
"The sex, you mean?"
I choke on the fire sliding down my throat.
"I'll take that as a yes," he laughs. He squeezes my knee, his fingers
strong and sexy as fuck. My stomach flutters. "I'm sure every relationship is
different, especially when it comes to poly relationships. But Em's comfort,
protection, and pleasure were always our top priority. We kept our
communication wide open."
"So... did you take turns?" I'm having a hard time wrapping my head
around it all.
Jack nods. "Yes, she rotated nights."
I feel a twinge of disappointment. "Looking back, is there anything you
would have done differently regarding that part of the relationship?"
"It was never an option she would consider, but the guys were gunning
for a huge bed at the beginning. It was so easy when all of us were together.
We didn't want to separate it." He runs his hand through his hair. "I'm not
explaining this well. We were fine with her having separate relationships
with each of us, I just wish she had let us..." He trails off, his cheeks
heating.
"What, Jack?"
"I don't know how to put this so it won't scare you off."
"You haven't scared me yet," I say. If the throbbing between my legs is
any indication, it's completely the opposite.
"I wish she had let us worship her. Together. There's something about
being able to watch your woman being ravished that is a fucking turn-on."
"Fuck—" I breathe, biting my lip to keep in a groan.
Jack's gaze snaps to mine, taking in my flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.
I cover my face with my hands, focusing on breathing. This has to be the
worst thing to consider after coming out of a five-year marriage, but God,
my body wants it.
Jack's fingers grip my chin, forcing me to look at him. He sees my
dilated pupils and curses. "So much fucking trouble," he murmurs, his grip
softening into a caress, this thumb pulling at my bottom lip.
"Friends, remember?" I stammer, barely able to get the words out of my
throat.
"Right." Jack stands up, cold air taking his place. "It sounds like the
storm is over, so we may as well make a break for it."
I regret saying those two words the entire hike back.
Jack pauses at the path leading to the cottage, the fire in his eyes
banked. "Have a good evening, Sassenach." He continues walking toward
the main house.
"Jack," I call. He stops but doesn't look back. "I don't think I can do this
much longer."
He turns. "Do what?"
"Pretend," I whisper, my heart jackhammering in my throat.
"Pretend what, Charlotte."
"That I want to be friends."
The fire in his eyes roars back to life. "When you give your consent
Charlotte, I'll lick every square inch of your body until you're sobbing my
name, and then I'll fuck you until you can't walk for a week. That's the only
warning I'm going to give you."
"Yes, sir." I squeeze my thighs, desperate to relieve the ache. Then he's
behind me, pulling me against his front, his cock pressing into my back.
"Can I touch you, Charlotte?" he rasps, his breath hot against the shell
of my ear.
I nod, but he holds still, waiting. "Yes," I sob, grinding back against
him. He slides his hand beneath my waistband, his fingers coming to rest on
either side of my clit. He clamps an arm underneath my breasts, holding me
up as my knees buckle. "You have no idea how many times I've thought
about doing this," he growls, pushing one thick finger into me, rocking the
heel of his palm against my clit. I explode around him, grinding against him
as the orgasm batters my senses. He leaves his hand in place as I come
down, pulling away slowly after the tremors stop. I stare up at him as he
licks me from his fingers, his gaze never leaving mine. He palms my throat
and kisses the spot right next to my lips.
"Have a good evening, Charlotte," he says before turning and walking
up the path as if nothing happened. Like he hadn't just shattered my world
into a million pieces.

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ome to the gym with me," Isla whines, bouncing her leg up and
"C down underneath my tiny kitchen table.
"Isla," I groan, "The gym is the last place I want to go."
"Look – I know you're in shape now, but that's because you had that
horrible job. What will happen now that you're not working outside all the
time? You're going to feel like shit, that's what," she says, answering her
question.
She has a good point. "Fine."
I throw on some cut-off leggings, a sports bra, and an oversized t-shirt. I
sit down at the table to pull on my socks and shoes, down the rest of my
coffee, and then Isla drags me out the door.
She drives like a bat out of hell, jerking to a stop in front of a warehouse
a few miles away.
"This doesn't look shady at all," I chide, not seeing a sign anywhere.
"How do people even know it's a gym?"
"Kind of a long story, but it was too far to drive to Stornoway every day,
so we all chipped in, bought the warehouse, outfitted it, and then told
everyone in Harris about it. Anyone with the keycode can come and use it
whenever they want."
"Do you charge them?" I ask, getting a distinct impression that they
don't.
"Nope, we were gonna do it anyway." She keyed in the code and held
the door open for me.
"Who is we, exactly?"
"Me and the guys."
I gape as I take in three rows of cardio equipment, a large area for free
weights, and a huge space filled with weight machines. "Isla, this is not just
equipment for the three of you."
"Four of us," she corrects. "It's grown a little since we started."
"Wait, four of you?"
"Yeah, me, Lach, Jay, and their old university roommate."
A cheer goes up as we make our way inside, a handful of people calling
out to Isla, greeting her with smiles and waves. She ducks her head and
smiles back. "Where do you want to start?" she asks me.
I stare at her blankly. "I haven't been to a gym in my entire life."
"You have a body like that and you've never been to a gym? Fuck off."
I laugh. "Teach me, coach?"
"Sure, but you have to call me coach."
"Yes, coach." We both dissolve into a fit of giggles.
Isla peels off her sweatshirt and I catch myself gaping at the muscle
hugging her curves in all the right places. She's fucking sexy.
"Holy hell, Isla. Where has all that been hiding?"
"Just wait till it gets warmer." She wiggles her eyebrows at me. "You
always want to warm up first," she says, serious now. "Always." She
motions for me to get on the treadmill next to hers. She leans over and
increases the incline to as high as it goes. "Now you adjust the speed to
whatever is comfortable."
Two minutes later, I'm a soggy dripping mess. I pull my hair up high on
my head, wrapping it around my hand and securing it into a messy bun. My
face feels like it's on fire, and I'm positive I look like a tomato. I don't make
a peep, though, determined to at least try to keep up with Isla. All those
years in that fucking job have to be good for something, right?
After ten minutes, Isla slams the stop button on her control panel.
"That's enough of that. Now we get to do the really fun stuff."
Really fun? Did that imply the treadmill was supposed to be fun? I'm
screwed. I follow her over to the free weights, admiring her leg muscles.
She's all lithe muscles and sexy curves. I want that. I know I'm not awful to
look at, but if I'm being honest with myself, I haven't taken care of myself.
I've neglected nourishing my body, especially on the days I worked twelve-
plus hours. It made me scrawny. I've gained a bit of weight since stopping,
enough that I had to go up a couple of pants sizes, and I feel somewhat out
of my element. A little disappointed in myself, if I'm being honest. At least
working toward being healthy will give me some focus outside of work –
something I can keep doing when I get home.
Home. That one word has my stomach dropping to the floor.
"You good?" Isla asks, interrupting my spiraling thoughts.
"Yes, coach!" I plaster a smile on my face.
She studies me for a second, clearly not believing me. "We're going to
start with basics, okay? First, we'll go over squats and lunges." She spends
the next five minutes showing me the moves, where my weight should be,
and where my knees shouldn't be. I follow her lead, using weights
considerably lighter than hers.
"Jay!" Isla breaks into a grin.
I whip around, coming face to face with him. I gasp like a fish out of
water as all the oxygen is sucked from the room.
"Charlotte." Surprise flits over his face, but he hides it quickly. He's
wearing gym shorts that are on the shorter side, showing off very developed
leg muscles. A white tank top hangs from his frame, his bulging muscles on
full display.
"I was lonely, so I brought her along," Isla says, dropping down into
another squat.
"Do you guys have family workout sessions or something?" I ask,
smirking at the thought.
"Yes, actually." Lachlan walks up from behind Jack, slapping him on the
shoulder in greeting.
"We don't always get to see each other as much as we'd like, but this
helps." Jack shrugs.
"You guys are lucky to have each other," I say, envious of their bond.
"We really are," Isla says, the other two nodding. "I don't know where
any of us would be if we didn't have each other." Emotion wells as I watch
the three of them share sappy smiles. She claps her hands, "Okay, enough of
the sappy stuff – time to get to work!"
The guys settle in the free-weight area with us, Lachlan at the barbells,
and Jack on a bench. I do my best to focus on Isla and follow her
instructions: sit back farther, weight on your heels, don't rotate your leg, but
my eyes keep wandering over to the guys. I watch as Jack's torso arches
above the bench with each press. I wonder if his back bows like that when
he comes. I bite my lip as a vision of my head bobbing over his cock flashes
through my mind. Fuck.
My eyes meet his as he cradles the bar. He holds my gaze as he stands
up, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe his forehead. His abs are hard and
tight, covered in a dusting of dark hair. I get a peek at one pec jutting out
from his chest before his shirt drops back into place. I knew he had a good
body, but never in my wildest imagination had I thought he would look like
this.
"Just go over there!" Isla says, laughing. "You two are hardly getting
anything done because you're mooning at each other. Plus, he can teach you
how to bench correctly."
"That seems like a horrible idea," I say, my voice cracking.
"Don't be ridiculous." She hands me my water bottle and pushes me
toward him. "Jack, teach her how to bench and do some leg stuff, okay? I'm
going over to the machines."
"Sure," Jack says, looking utterly unsure despite the heat in his eyes. He
motions for me to lie on the bench as he pulls the plates off the end of the
bar. "The bar is heavy on its own, so we'll start empty and go from there,
okay?" I nod. He walks behind the bench and looks down at me. An image
of him stretching over me flashes across my eyes, and my stomach
clenches. I squeeze my eyes closed and take a couple of deep breaths.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine." That's a lie. I open my eyes again, only to look directly at his
crotch. I jerk my gaze up to his face, mortification flooding my cheeks. He
doesn't say anything, to my immense relief, only motions for me to grip the
bar.
"This is a simple movement. You lower and raise the bar keeping your
elbows perpendicular to your body. I'll hold on for the first couple of reps in
case the bar is too heavy, okay?"
I nod, keeping my eyes glued to the bar. He raises it out of its cradle and
then lets me take most of the weight as I lower it toward my body. It's
heavy, but the weight doesn't even register as he bends over me, my eyes
directly in line with his torso. This is way too close to 69ing. His gaze locks
with mine as I run through the movements. He grabs the bar from me when
my arms start trembling, and I jump up, putting some distance between us.
His steady gaze stays on me. Dark. Heated.
"Ready for squats?"
I'm ready for more than just squats.
"This is called a Smith machine," he says, stopping at what can only be
a torture device. "You load the plates here, then twist the bar to unlock it so
you can do your lifts." I force myself to keep my eyes above his shoulders
as he demonstrates a squat. "Your turn."
I step under the bar and settle it over my shoulders.
"Feet apart," Jack says from behind me, tapping the inside of my right
foot with his toe. I widen my stance and lower myself. My knees pop and
crack like Rice Krispies.
"You need to sit back more to take the pressure off your knees."
I try, but it doesn't feel any different.
"Pretend you're going to sit on my knee," he says, kneeling behind me.
I follow his instructions, feeling the strain in my thighs this time.
"Good. Now ten more." He doesn't move.
I touch down on his leg a little harder each time, my muscles shaking
more and more with each rep. By the last one, the heat between my legs is
nestled snugly against his knee. I should be mortified, but I'm too fucking
turned on to care. I rack the bar and turn toward him, surprised to see he's
sitting on a bench ten feet away, his gaze everywhere but on me.
"You good?"
"I'm fine," he mutters.
He's not fine, but I let it go. "What's next, deadlifts?" I ask, trying to fill
up the awkward silence.
"There's no way in hell I would survive teaching you deadlifts,
Charlotte," he grinds out, finally looking up at me, his expression tight.
"Was I really that bad?" My face heats with embarrassment.
"Bad? No." He cocks his eyebrow, and I realize I must be missing
something.
"Then what?"
He looks around to make sure no one is watching, then palms his crotch.
"I have the biggest fucking hard-on right now, Charlotte!" he hisses,
keeping his voice low.
Oh. Oh. I can't tear my eyes away from his hand and the way it's
wrapped around his cock. I clear my throat. "I guess telling me to sit on
your knee wasn't the best idea, huh?"
"The best idea I've ever had," he growls. "Go tell Lachlan he needs to
show you how to do deadlifts."
"That's not a good idea," I protest. All I want to do is go home and take
an ice-cold shower.
"Lachlan!" Jack bellows, waving him down.
I watch Lach as he runs over, his shorts not hiding a damn thing. I stare
at the mat. Hard.
"Do you want to help Charlotte with deadlifts?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely," he grins. His cock twitches, and I suck in a sharp
breath, my gaze bouncing between them. I wonder if this is how it will
work if I decide to go further with them. One taps out, and the other steps in
to finish the job. As appealing as that sounds, I would much rather both of
them finish the job at once.
"Charlotte." My name slides out of Jack's lips, a whispered warning.
Lachlan licks his lips, color high in his cheeks. "You're thinking about
fucking us, aren't you?"
I splutter, "No."
"Don't lie, Sassenach," Jack says, standing up and taking a step toward
me.
Lachlan steps between us. "Maybe we'll go with hip thrusts and get
some of this sexual tension worked out?"
I nod mutely. Anything to get them separated. Anything to stop thinking
about ripping down their shorts and taking what I want.

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I
wake up bright and early with a text from Isla asking me to check on
Sorcha. I have a mini panic attack wondering if Jack will be at the barn
again. Do I want to avoid him, or am I hoping for the perfect meet cute?
Does he even wake up this early?
I rub my eyes. Hell, if I know. I don't even know what he does all day
long. I don't know anything about him other than the fact that he hits all the
right buttons. Fuck-me hair. Whisky eyes. Muscles for days. Lips that I
can't stop thinking about.
Fuck. I have to get control of myself. Jack and Lachlan are a hard no.
Really hard... sigh. I already know they're not the kind of guys you have a
fling with and leave. They're the kind of men that get under your skin. The
kind you never get over. The kind that can break your heart. They're the last
thing I need when this summer ends with me going home. I'm starting to
hate that word.
I throw on leggings and a hoodie, pulling the hood over yesterday's
messy bun. I opt for rain boots, realizing too late that they're impossible to
wear while riding a bike. After a few minutes of awkward pedaling, I jerk
them off, throw them in the basket and pedal barefoot.
I move over to the shoulder when I hear a vehicle behind me, slowing
down but not stopping because I loathe the idea of having to put my bare
feet on the nasty wet road. An old farm truck blows past me, the gust of
wind making the front tire of the bike wobble. After it passes, I sigh in
relief, moving back into the road again. I round a bend, my attention on the
loch, fog rising from the water, the castle a misty enigma in the background.
I turn forward, and my heart skips a beat. The truck is right in front of me,
stopped in the middle of the road. I squeeze on the break with my free hand.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The front wheel locks up, pitching me over the
handlebars.
Strong arms catch me, easily tossing the bike aside before it does any
damage. I sink to the ground, my hand on my chest. "What the hell, Lach?"
He crouches down, his eyes scanning my limbs for damage. "I'm sorry,
Carebear. I stopped to see if you wanted a ride. I didn't mean for you to run
into me."
I take the hand he extends to me, jumping from one foot to the other as I
pull on my boots, holding a hand up before he even asks me why I wasn't
wearing them in the first place.
"I'll take the ride. Put the tailgate down and I'll sit on it," I say, throwing
pride to the wind. He raises his eyebrow at me. "I'm muddy, Lach. I'm not
getting in your truck like this."
"Fine," he says, annoyed. He places the bike in the truck bed and then
lowers the tailgate, helping me up.
Thirty seconds later, we're pulling into the barn. I hop down, and a ball
of black and white fur promptly knocks me on my ass. Mud soaks through
my leggings in under a second. I don't even try to get up. I'm totally
defeated, and it's not even nine a.m. Milo apologizes with long, hot licks up
the side of my face. I pull him into a hug, blinking back tears.
"Easy," Lach chuckles, holding out his hand to help me up. Again.
I show him my scraped-up, mud-covered hands.
"A little mud never hurt anyone; come on." He reaches out and pulls me
up smoothly. "There we go." His smile gives me butterflies. He drags his
thumbs over my cheeks, painting a line with the mud. "War paint for my
little warrior." His hands dwarf my face. I grab one and turn it over, tracing
the veins with my muddy fingertips.
Lach clears his throat. "I have an idea," he says, his gaze intense.
"You've missed out on doing normal things the last five years, right?"
I nod.
"Let's fix that. Tell me what you feel you missed, and we'll do it."
"I can't – I have to finish Arty's tree." Disappointment sours in my
stomach, followed by guilt for being ungrateful for the job.
"Yes, you can. We can stay in the highlands. That way, you'll still have
time to work."
I mull it over for a minute. I'm only worried about finishing the tree; I
can handle that by setting goals for the time I have left. As long as I stick to
them, I can make it work. "It's a deal." I grin, my cheeks stretching wide.
Lach takes a deep breath, the material of his shirt stretching over his
shoulders and arms. "You're beautiful when you smile, Charlie." He runs his
thumb over my cheek in a light caress. "I can't wait to see how you look
when..." His voice fades out, his gaze unfocused. He groans, deep and low.
It travels straight to my core. I release a breath that's dangerously close to a
moan and his eyes snap to mine. I back away from him slowly, desperately
needing some space to clear the lust from my brain.
Lach clears his throat. "What do you want to do first?" he asks; only
two steps and he's beside me again, the tension suffocating.
"Take a shower," I say truthfully.
Lach stills, his jaw working. "Then what," he grinds out, his gaze heavy.
"I want a tour of the farm." I've been dying to see what Lach and Jay
spend so much of their lives on, and this is the perfect excuse.
"Done. When?"
I look at my wrist, then back up at him. "Now?" Lachlan grabs my arm
and pulls me into the barn, up a set of stairs I hadn't noticed before. "Where
are we going?"
"You said you wanted a shower, so we're going to shower."
"Together?" I balk, stopping in my tracks.
He turns toward me, confusion swirling in his eyes. "Are you scared of
me, Charlie?"
I scrunch my forehead. "No. Not at all."
"Then why are you scared to take a shower with me? I would never hurt
you. We can shower in our underwear, for all I care." He pulls me toward
him, caressing my cheek with his thumb. "It's my fault you're in the state
you're in. Just let me take care of you. Please."
"That sounds nice," I admit.
Lach nudges my chin up until I'm looking at him. "Nobody has ever
taken care of you, have they?"
I shake my head, feeling pathetic.
He bends down, his lips whisper-light on mine. "I will take care of you
forever if you let me, Carebear."
I laugh. "Is that a marriage proposal?"
He licks his lips, his pupils dilating. "Would you say yes?"
My breath whooshes out of my body. Would I?
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Come on." He pulls me into a
mostly bare bedroom except for a bed and a dresser pushed against the wall.
"Whose room is this?"
"Back in the day, it was for the stable master. Now, it's only used when
we want to wash up before returning to the house."
I nod, my nerves ramping up with every step we take. He motions for
me to sit on the bed before making his way into the attached bathroom to
turn on the shower. He pauses in the doorway, studying me, tendrils of
tension reaching out to snatch the breath from my lungs. I tear my gaze
from him, trying to steady my breathing as I wrestle with my boots. I hiss
when the heel scrapes against my hand. Lach drops to his knees in front of
me, gently pulling the boots from my feet and placing them beside the bed.
"Arms up," he murmurs, grasping the hem of my sweatshirt and
dragging it over my head. He stalls, my arms tangled over my head, his face
a hairsbreadth from mine. His gaze drops to my lips, groaning before
jerking the sweatshirt off the rest of the way and backing away from me.
My heart is in my throat, sex crackling through the air, coating my skin.
"Tell me what you were just thinking about." He shakes his head, taking
another step back. I walk to him, my body thrumming with need. "Tell me."
He runs a hand over his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "I want
to tie you up and make you come in every position possible."
"Yes, please."
He clears his throat. "Not yet. You said you needed time; let me give
you time. I didn’t bring you up here to ravish you, Charlie." He rolls his
shoulders, getting himself under control. Closing the distance between us,
he hooks his fingers into my waistband, pulling my leggings down. I clutch
his shoulders as I step out of them, vulnerable in my sports bra and
underwear. He unbuttons his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. My gaze
follows his hands as he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, and slides
the zipper down.
"For fuck’s sake, Charlie!" My gaze swings back up to his face. "I’m
holding on by a thread. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to—"
he stops, his jaw clenching, struggling for control.
"You’re going to what?" I push, wanting him to do everything he’s been
thinking of. I want to be used.
"Just get in the fucking shower, Charlie."
I’m throbbing with need and as I pull off my sports bra, our gazes
locked. I hook my thumbs in my underwear and let them fall to my ankles,
stepping out of them before turning and walking into the bathroom, my
heart in my throat.
I step under the water, moaning as the heat melts away my shitty
morning. I close my eyes, dipping my head back into the stream. Silent as a
snake, Lach slips in behind me, hugging me to his chest, his arms tight
around my abdomen. His cock presses into me, the fabric of his boxers a
disappointing barrier.
"Shampoo," he says, holding out a cupped hand. I squeeze some into his
hand. My mewl of protest as he steps back, turns into a guttural moan, his
strong fingers pressing into my scalp, massaging the shampoo through my
hair. He tips my head back into the spray, rinsing it out. My eyes flutter
open as he turns me around, my gaze colliding with his.
"Let me touch you," I plead.
He swallows, his gaze volleying between my eyes and my lips. He spins
me around suddenly, my back to his front. "You don’t get to touch me until
I’ve explored every square inch of your body," he rasps, his breath hot on
my ear. I bend with him as he reaches for the body wash. He slides one
hand over my stomach, his other has a vice grip on my hip, keeping us
glued together. He brings his hand to my collarbone, soaping up my neck,
upper chest, and between my breasts. I groan, arching against him, my eyes
fluttering closed as the water sluices over me.
"Tell me what you want, Charlotte. " His hand skates under my breasts,
sliding against sensitive skin. I gasp, grinding against him.
"Touch me," I moan, "Please, Lach."
He brings his hand up my stomach to gently cup one breast, his thumb
flicking over my nipple. "Here?" he growls, kneading, pulling, twisting. I
squeeze my thighs together as the need becomes unbearable, snaking my
hand down my body to the apex of my thighs, sliding a finger over my clit
before sinking it inside.
"Ah, ah, ah, Carebear," Lach scolds, pulling my hand up to his mouth
and licking it clean. "That pussy is mine." He locks my hands behind me in
a tight grip, pressing me flat to the glass. Our gazes collide in the mirror, the
feral, animalistic need in his eyes shooting arrows of lust straight to my
core.
"Please," I whisper, writhing against the glass, desperate for the friction
it refuses to give. He holds my gaze as he slides a hand over my waist,
down my stomach, and between my thighs, one thick finger circling my clit.
I groan, going limp in his arms as my body tremors.
He moans into my ear, grinding his cock against my ass. "Let me taste
you, Carebear." He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and I arch against him,
desperate for more.
"Yes, anything," I sob.
He releases my wrists, putting pressure on my back. "Bend over for me.
There you go. That's a good girl," he purrs as he helps me widen my stance.
I press my face to the glass as he runs his hand along my spine, between
my cheeks, his thumb sliding into me as his fingers work my clit. I push
back into him, his name ripping from me in a low moan. I feel him drop to
his knees behind me, a flash of self-consciousness before everything but his
tongue fades into the background. He buries his face, his tongue lapping at
the bundle of nerves before pushing up inside.
He flips me around and latches on to my clit, sucking me into his
mouth. I buck against him, following as he lowers himself to the shower
floor, pulling me down with him, my knees straddling his head. I hold
myself over him as the water falls around us, trying not to suffocate him.
"Sit on my fucking face, Charlie," he barks, pulling me down roughly,
his tongue lashing out.
Oh fuck.
I moan, sliding my hands into his hair, pulling him to me, riding him
with everything I have. He slides a finger inside me, rubbing a spot that has
me screaming his name as my body shatters into a million pieces.
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ach wraps me up in a big fluffy towel and drives me back to the
cottage before leaving to find a change of clothes. I throw on a tank
top with a cropped hoodie and joggers, still following Millie's advice
to layer. I abandon the galoshes and opt for my trusty hiking boots. I go
back to that day at the fairy pools as I lace them up. The feel of Cam's arms
under my fingers as I helped him undress. The feel of his body between my
legs as the frigid water lapped over our skin. Most of all, though, I miss our
conversations.
There's a knock at the door as I swipe one last coat of mascara over my
lashes. I open the door to Jay's large frame leaning against the side of the
cottage. Canvas pants obscenely hug his legs, his arms crossed over his
chest. I have trouble tearing my gaze away from the way his flannel shirt is
pulling over his biceps.
"Hey, you," I say, sliding my gaze up his torso one last time and up to
his mouth.
"Charlotte." He dips his head in greeting. "Lach sent me. He said you
wanted a tour of the farm?"
I take a second to process the change of plans, deciding that I could
definitely use some time away from Lach to get my head on straight. Plus,
who better to take me on a tour than the man himself? "That would be
amazing." I grin, brushing past him and heading for his truck, ignoring the
urge to rub against him like a cat.
Jack corners me against the locked truck, one hand hot on my hip, his
lips close to my ear. "We're living in the moment today, Charlotte. I don't
want to hear you talking about the end of the summer a single time. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, sir," I whisper, intending my words to sound snide, but they are
breathy and filled with desire.
Jack swears. "Get in," he growls, unlocking the door and wrenching it
open.
I can't hide my grin as I climb in. Hot and bothered Jack is my favorite
side of his personality by far.
"Hey, Carebear!" Lachlan ducks under Jack's arm, pressing a kiss to my
cheek. "What'd I miss?"
"Hurry up and get in," Jack grumbles. Lach gets in on my right, and
Jack slams his door a little too hard on my left. I smother a smile at being
sandwiched between them. I like it—a lot.
We sit there for a minute, nobody moving a muscle. "Penny for your
thoughts," I blurt when the silence gets too loud.
Jack clears his throat. "Honestly? I still can't believe you're here. The
day after we met in the pub, I wasn't sure I would ever see you again. I went
back and asked around town to see if anyone knew where you went, but
nobody did. And then the ferry." His voice caught. "I waited for you."
"I waited for you, too," I whisper, my heart aching over the hurt in his
eyes.
He smiles softly. "I had to trust that the gods would bring us together
eventually."
"And they did." I reach over and lace my fingers through his.
He stares at me, his gaze roaming over my face, memorizing this
moment. He pulls my hand toward his making me lean toward him and
kisses me softly on the forehead. He presses his lips to each of my fingers
before letting go of my hand to start the truck. Lachlan stretches his arm
behind me, tracing lazy circles on my shoulder.
Is this how it will be if I decide to take the leap with them? I imagined
something messy and awkward. Not this.
"Ready?" Jack asks, putting the truck in drive.
"I think so," I whisper, answering the question swirling nonstop through
my mind. Can I really do this? Especially so soon after Rob? I look over at
Jack, his hair blowing wild in the wind, totally in his element as we lurch
and bump over the farm roads. I turn my gaze to Lachlan, his ever-present
smirk twisting his lips. "What?" I ask when he stares back at me.
"Did you see the cows?" He points to the pasture to the right, to the
enormous orange hairy cows that are impossible to miss.
"Those tiny things?"
"Do you know why they have hooves and not feet?" His eyes twinkle,
his smirk turning into a barely controlled grin.
"Why Lachlan?"
"Because they lactose." I glance at Jack, get one look at the grimace on
his face, and fall into a fit of giggles. The wind roars through the cab as we
drive through a wide-open valley, my hair twisting around my head like a
tornado. Lachlan catches it in a fist and pulls lightly, grinning when I scowl
at him. I sneak a glance over at Jack, his ruggedness stealing the breath
from my lungs. One large hand palms the steering wheel, and his other arm
is out the window, pointing as he tells me about where he grew up. I can
hear the passion in his voice as he explains the farm's history. How he's
working to keep it the same as it has been for generations – honoring the
ancestors that worked the land before him. His smile is loose and easy, his
eyes sparkling; this is an entirely different side of him. I'm intrigued.
"Your turn," he says gruffly, breaking a comfortable silence.
"For what?"
"To share your thoughts."
I protest. He cocks his eyebrow at me. Pulling the truck to a stop, he
twists in his seat to face me. His gaze is unrelenting. Heat races up my
neck, settling into my cheeks. I duck my head and cover my face with my
hands.
"Don't," he says, gently pulling my hands away. "Come on. Out with it."
Lachlan pulls my hand into his lap, twining his fingers through mine,
squeezing them to bolster my courage. I take a deep breath. "I'm happy. I'm
still not sure about everything, but right now, this feels right." I look
between them, my heart in my throat.
Lachlan grins. "Finally."
I hold up my hand. "We need to go slow. I know myself, and I'll regret it
if I run from this."
"We'll take it day by day... minute by minute if we have to, lass," Jack
says gruffly. His wink sets my heart racing, nipples aching, heat pooling in
places it shouldn't. His gaze drops to my lips and then further south,
darkening when he sees my nipples pebbled against my shirt.
He swears under his breath. "Get out."
"What? Why?" I ask, but he's already slamming his door and heading to
the bed of the truck. Lachlan pulls me to the edge of the seat, engulfing my
waist in his hands, and lifts me from the truck. He covers my lips with his,
sweeping his tongue against mine before sliding me down his body until my
feet touch the ground.
He presses his forehead to mine, his gaze hot and hungry. "I need to
taste you again, Charlie."
"It's been an hour, Lach," I say, laughing him off.
He pulls me flush against him, his erection hard against my hip. "I don't
care if it was seconds ago, I'd still crave you. If I could live off your
orgasms alone, I would, Charlie, I swear to God."
My core throbs at the picture his words create.
He spins me around, and we walk down a wide path, gravel crunching
under our feet. Jack reaches out and grabs my hand, his fingers engulfing
mine, shivering as his callouses scrape over sensitive skin. Lachlan slides a
hand into my back pocket, giving my butt a firm squeeze. The three of us
walk together, pulses thrumming from the simplest of touches. Jack brings
my hand to his mouth, pressing his full lips to my skin, his teeth grazing my
knuckles, and my body tightens into a ball of desire. His whisky eyes lock
on mine as he nips at me, soothing the bites with a swipe of his tongue. He
brushes his fingers over my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Lachlan pushes my hair off my neck and presses a kiss to the skin under my
ear, goosebumps racing over my skin.
"Where are we going?" I ask Jack as we walk into a copse of trees.
"Craigh na Dun,” he says, winking.
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ack motions for me to follow him into a clearing in the trees, and there,
on top of a hill, sits a stone circle. It's magical. Magnificent pine trees
soar high above our heads, their needles forming a thick carpet under
our feet. Moss and lichen clamber for purchase over the stones, swirling
carvings peeking out from the few bare spots.
Jack sets his pack against a tree and moves toward me. My stomach
somersaults as I stand my ground. He grips my hips and pushes me back
until I'm flush against a stone.
"Does this remind you of anything, Sassenach?" His chin is almost to
his chest as he looks down at me, need swirling through his amber eyes.
The night of the masquerade party flashes through my mind.
"I can see your face this time," I murmur, trying to memorize every
detail. The tiny freckle below his left eye. The scar that cuts through his
right eyebrow. The dimples mostly hidden by his beard.
He pushes his thumb against my lower lip, dragging it to the side, his
gaze locked on my mouth. "God, Charlotte." His hand drops to my neck,
cupping sensitive skin, my blood thrumming under his fingers. His gaze
follows his hand as it slips further down my collarbone, stopping over my
hammering heart. "You feel it, too," he says, a statement, not a question.
How can I not? Our souls have been orbiting each other at a dizzying
pace since the day we met. His gaze is heavy, his lips so close I can feel
their heat.
"I can smell him on you," he growls, rocking his hips into me.
I groan, closing the distance between us, pressing my lips to his and
inviting the rough sweep of his tongue. We're two stars colliding, exploding,
creating a black hole of insatiable need. He slides his palm over the small of
my back, pulling me into his body, his hard length pressed to my stomach.
A low groan from behind Jack has my eyes flying open.
Lach.
Every nerve comes alive, energy vibrating through my body, gathering
in my core. I moan as Jack lodges his thigh between my legs. He grips my
ass, lifting my toes off the ground as he turns me around. Lach steps
forward, running his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, his lips
hot on my ear. I break the kiss, gasping for air. Jack fists his hand in my
hair, pulling to expose my neck. Turning my face to the side, Lach captures
my mouth in a fierce kiss, moaning against my lips like a man possessed.
"I feel like I've been waiting ten years to do that again," he murmurs.
Jack grips my jaw, turning my face back to him, his gaze dark. Possessive.
"This was the biggest fucking mistake of my life," he whispers, tracing
my bottom lip. "You're going to break my heart, aren't you, Sassenach?" He
angles his head, holding my gaze, his lips brushing against mine. "It doesn't
fucking matter now. It's done."
I open for him, our tongues clashing in an epic battle. There's an
inevitability to this kiss, like the three of us are standing on the edge of a
precipice, ready to jump. Jack pulls away and turns me so I'm facing Lach,
sliding his hands over my stomach and up to cup my breasts, his thumbs
flicking over my nipples. Lach presses into me, his hands diving into my
hair, pulling my face to his, devouring me.
Jack rocks his hips against my ass, his breath hot on my ear. He groans
as he snakes his hand inside the front of my leggings. I gasp as he slides a
finger over me. "God, you're so wet." He presses a finger inside me, forcing
me to arch back against him, breaking my kiss with Lachlan. Instead of
complaining, he switches his attention to my nipple, biting and kissing it
through my shirt. I moan, grinding against the heel of Jack's hand. "Can we
take off your pants?" Jack asks, his mouth pressed to my ear.
I nod, desperate for more. He pulls his hand away, licking me off his
fingers before grasping my jaw and pulling my lips to his. Lach pushes my
leggings down, helping me step out of them. Jack grasps the back of my
thighs with both hands, lifting my off the ground and pulling my knees to
my chest, my legs spread wide. I struggle in his grip, but Lach cradles my
face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Give me one minute, Carebear. If
you don't like it, we'll stop. I promise."
"Okay," I whisper, my heart galloping, turned on and terrified at the
same time.
He steps forward, his gaze dropping between my thighs.
"You're so fucking pretty," he groans, kneeling before me and breathing
me in. I buck against his mouth as he slides his tongue over me, my entire
world narrowing to our connection. He rolls his tongue over my clit, pulling
the nub into his mouth as he pushes two fingers into me, sinking them in
until his pinky knuckle is nudging my asshole. A guttural sound tears its
way from my throat, part protest, part ecstasy.
"You're doing so good, Charlotte," Jack groans against my ear. Lach
twists his hand, fingers curling into my g-spot, working it over and over as
he drags his tongue over my clit. I reach up and wrap my hand around
Jack's neck, pulling his face down as I stretch toward him, our lips meeting
in a clash of tongues and teeth. I gasp against his mouth as the first tremors
start. He groans against my lips. "Come for us, baby." I try to hang on for a
second longer, but Lach is relentless. I explode, spasming around his fingers
as he licks me into oblivion.
"You're so fucking perfect," Lach rasps, his chest heaving with each
breath. Jack sets me down gently, gripping my hips to keep me upright as
Lach helps me with my leggings. He turns me around in his arms and
sweeps a strand of hair out of my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek.
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes, but not for food." I palm his erection, the moan that slips from his
lips chasing a shiver down my spine. I need more. So much more. I grasp
the front of Lach's shirt and pull him toward me, sliding my hand under his
shirt and over his stomach.
He circles my wrist, pulling it up to his mouth and kissing my palm. He
raises an eyebrow when my stomach grumbles. "Come on, let's eat."
The sun is slanting through the trees, a magical golden haze settling
over us as we eat from the spread of meat and cheese Jack pulls from his
backpack. I tuck my knees to my chest, watching them as I sip crisp white
wine from a plastic cup. They're telling the worst stories they have about
each other, cussing each other out one second, wiping away tears of
laughter the next. I know without a shadow of a doubt that this will be the
moment I remember falling in love with them.

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harlotte."
"C I spin around, the hay in my arms forgotten. Jack is standing in
the shadows, a shaft of sunlight gilding one side of his face. "Yes?" I
ask when I realize he's waiting for me to say something. It's been two days
since he and Lach decimated the last of my crumbling walls. Two days of
closing myself up in the cabin, feeling vulnerable. Terrified of the feelings I
can't seem to ignore any longer.
"Why are you here?" he asks, focusing on the piece of hay he's twisting
between his fingers.
"Isla asked me to take care of Sorcha."
"No, why are you here?" His whisky eyes meet mine, emotions warring
in their depths. He takes the hay from me, tossing it into the hay rack in
Sorcha's stall. He walks back to me slowly, his gaze heated, studying me. I
flinch when he reaches out, but he only pulls a piece of straw from my hair.
"Are you scared of me, lass?"
"No. I'm scared of this." I motion between us, the hurt in his eyes
drawing an honest answer from me.
"What is 'this,' exactly? Aren't we just friends?" He raises an eyebrow,
his gaze moving to my lips, then away. He boosts himself onto the stack of
bales against the wall, his legs hanging over the side.
"This is scary as fuck," I whisper. We're on the same level now, and I'm
having a hard time not looking at his lips, remembering how they felt
moving over mine.
"This is life, Charlotte. It's wild and amazing and the scary parts are the
best parts."
"That's what I used to think." My voice cracks. "but I know better now."
I drop my gaze, the humiliation of the last five years washing over me in
waves.
"Come here," he whispers. I walk toward him, stopping just shy of his
knees. "Look at me," he demands, his voice doing sinful things to my body.
I look at him.
"Charlotte. He never deserved you." He leans forward and pulls me in,
wrapping his arms around my back and tucking my head under his chin. I
clutch him, burying my face in his neck.
"I want to forget, Jack," I say, my lips moving against his neck, "I just
don't know how." I lick my lips, the tip of my tongue touching his skin, the
burst of salt turning my insides to liquid.
Everything but the pulse under my lips freezes.
I suck in a jagged breath, leaning back so I can look at him. His beard
tickles my palm as I cup his face. I run a fingertip over his eyebrow, over
the tiny dip of a scar, over the bridge of his nose. He's still as stone, barely
breathing. I drop my hand. "I don't know how to let it go," I whisper, the
words barely audible.
"One step at a time, Charlotte," he says, pushing my hair away from my
face with a gentle hand. I nuzzle my face into his palm, desperate for his
touch. His eyes darken. He licks his lips, his gaze dipping to my mouth.
Cupping my face in both hands, he presses a gentle kiss to my eyes, to my
nose, next to my mouth. I turn my head to catch his lips with mine, sinking
into him with a groan. He tentatively traces his tongue over my bottom lip. I
angle my head, allowing him full access. He pushes into me over and over,
hard and insistent. When he comes up for air, I slide my tongue over his
bottom lip, sucking and biting.
"Charlotte," he whispers, breathing hard. He rests his forehead against
mine, his eyes closed.
I laugh, my insides fizzing like champagne bubbles.
He pulls me in, nestling me between his legs. I stare at him, half in
wonder, half in absolute terror. This man... "This doesn't change the fact
that I have to go back home," I blurt, refusing to let myself forget that I
don't live here. I expect him to pull away, expect him to be hurt.
"I know," he murmurs, tracing his finger over my eyebrows. "And that's
okay, Charlotte. I'm here for whatever you need. Whether that's friendship
or something more."
I feel a huge burden fall from my shoulders. We may kiss, but that
doesn't mean it has to go further. And if it does, that doesn't have to mean
anything profound, either. He runs his finger down my nose and over the
bow of my lips, pulling at my lower lip, his gaze narrowing to my mouth.
He slicks his tongue over his bottom lip, and that's the final straw. I crush
my mouth to his, my body coming alive with the drag of his teeth over
tender flesh, the swipe of his tongue over mine.
It's not enough.
I whimper and he moans in response. My toes curl and my back arches,
the tips of my breasts seeking friction. He splays his hand over my back,
holding me in place as he lazily draws circles over my ribcage, purposely
avoiding the places I want him to touch. I groan in frustration and arch
further, pushing my chest against him. He sucks my lip into his mouth just
as his hand closes over my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I
gasp and pull my mouth from his, raining kisses over his cheeks and down
his neck as he kneads and plucks at me. His breaths are heavy against my
ear, ratcheting my drive even higher.
"Charlotte." He pulls away from me, the air between us dousing the fire.
His hand trembles as he runs it through his hair.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, lass." He tips my head up to meet his gaze. "I want to
cherish this." His throat bobs. "Even if we're just friends, it doesn't mean we
have to race to the finish line. I want to savor you like you're my last meal."
I would have dropped my panties for him right then and there if he was
willing. I nod and take a couple of deep breaths, my gaze catching on the
thick length straining against his zipper. He caresses my cheeks with his
thumbs, his hands cradling my face. We stare at each other, not saying
anything.
He grins suddenly. "I—" he stops short, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"You what?" I ask, stepping back so he can stand.
"Everything seems different since the day we met, Charlotte. You're
invading my senses. The air I breathe like you, for fuck's sake." He catches
my hand in his, peppering kisses over my knuckles. "I hope you know how
amazing you are."
My cheeks warm as I hold his gaze. "You're not so bad yourself," I say,
giving him an exaggerated wink.
"Hey." He pulls me back to him, his face only inches from mine. "I
mean it."
"Yes, sir," I say, my voice husky.
His nostrils flare and he grabs my ass, pulling me against his cock,
rolling his hips against mine. "I can't wait to fucking destroy you." He spins
us around, pinning me to the bales, and shoves his thigh between my legs,
rocking it back and forth. He dips his head until his mouth is against my
ear, "Let me hear how much you like it." I drop my head back against the
hay, clamping my mouth closed to keep in the moan, self-consciousness
breaking through the haze.
"Let go, Charlotte," Jack rumbles, eyes so dark I can only see a sliver of
whisky around his pupils. He fists my shirt in his hands, ripping it open,
buttons popping. He pushes his thumbs into my bra, pulling my breasts
from the cups, kneading and pinching until I'm dizzy with need. I sob his
name when he stops moving his leg, pleading for him to keep going. He
holds my gaze as he lowers his mouth, swirling his tongue around my
nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth, his groan vibrating all the way to my
core. I cry out as he drags his teeth over my nipple, rocking my pelvis
against his thigh, desperate for release.
"That's my fucking girl," he groans as he moves to my other breast,
flicking my nipple with his tongue. "Take what you need," he rasps against
me, pressing his thigh in tighter. I roll my hips against his leg twice and I'm
there, falling apart in his hands. He palms my throat, pulling my face to his,
plundering my mouth. He thrusts against me slowly, his cock an iron rod
against my hip.
"Fuck, Charlotte," he groans, gathering me in his arms and pulling me
into his body.
"Let me get you there, Jack," I practically beg, running my hand over
him. All I can think about is how he'll feel, how he'll taste.
"God." He bites his lip and covers my hand with his, thrusting against
my fingers. He grits his teeth and pulls my hand away, linking his fingers
with mine. "Not until I know you're not going anywhere."
"But—"
He shushes me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Can we stay like
this forever?" he mumbles into my hair, squeezing me against him.
"If I could unzip your skin and climb inside you, I would."
"Oh fuck," he laughs, his chest shaking under my cheek. "How about
we go take care of the horses and save climbing into each other's skin for
tomorrow?"
"Deal," I say, grinning. God, I love him.

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sla shoves open the door to the cottage, scaring the ever-loving shit out
of me.
"Hey! You wanna come with us to Jack's?"
"I'm in the middle of something," I say, gesturing to the papers spread
over the kitchen table. I've been organizing my notes for the last three days,
and I finally have a good idea of the vignettes that will bring out the
personality of Arty's ancestry.
"You've been in the middle of something for days. Time for a break."
I sigh. "I don't even know the last time I showered, Isla."
"Perfect timing then! We leave in an hour." She grins at me, her eyes
sparkling.
"Fine," I grumble, closing my laptop and shoving back from the table.
"Bring your bathing suit!" she yells as she slams the door.
Seriously? I know she did that on purpose. If she had told me that from
the beginning, I never would have agreed to go.
An hour later, I'm walking up the hill to the house in loose linen pants
and a white t-shirt, my barely-there swimsuit hidden underneath. I have a
towel and a change of clothes in the bag over my shoulder. Isla is already in
the coupe's backseat, and Lach is leaning against the passenger door,
waiting on me. He's in swim trunks and flip-flops, a beach towel draped
over his shoulders, leaving his arms and abs on full display. The sun gilds
the light dusting of golden hair over his chest, and I barely restrain myself
from running my fingers through it.
"Ready, Carebear?" His smile is brighter than the sun itself. I nod and
grin back at him as flashes from the other day race through my mind,
tightening my nipples and flushing my cheeks. I hug my bag to my chest as
I get in the car, mortified that I can't go be around him for ten seconds
without wanting to jump him.
"Whose car is that?" I ask as we pull up to Jack's, pointing to the
expensive-looking sedan parked in the drive.
"Lorna's," Lachlan says, slamming his door, then coming around to
open mine.
Who the hell is Lorna?
I follow them around the back, my steps faltering when my gaze lands
on Jack. He's hugging a woman, pressing a long kiss to her cheek. He steps
around her and drops to his knees, his face cracking into the biggest smile I
have ever seen. Two little kids tumble into his arms, shrieking as he hauls
them up and swings them around.
"Lorna!" Isla calls, waving her over.
She's beautiful. Long wavy hair, hazel eyes, and a smattering of freckles
over pink cheeks.
"Lorna, this is⁠—"
"Charlie, I've heard so much about you." She smiles wide and pulls me
into a hug.
Isla laughs. "Charlie, this Lorna, Jack's sister."
I let out the breath I've been holding. "Nice to meet you, Lorna," I
smile, "These are your kids?"
"Yes! Daniel, Lorelei, come meet Charlie!"
They're around three years old, their hair so blonde it's almost white.
They're dirty, sticky, and absolutely adorable.
I drop to my knees and hold out my hands to them. "I'm Charlie, it's
nice to meet you both," I say, shaking their hands.
They giggle and take off running.
"Drink?" Lorna asks, moving toward a table set up near the stairs
leading up to a terrace.
"Yes, please," the three of us answer simultaneously.
Lorna and I sit on a blanket, sipping on glasses of chilled white wine
while Jack tumbles with the kids. Lach is halfway to dreamland on a
lounger, and Isla is dipping her toes in the loch.
"Tell me about yourself, Charlie," Lorna says, her expression open and
curious.
"There's honestly not much to tell. I'm from the U.S. and here on a job
for three months."
"Isla told me a little about your work – something about a family tree?"
"Yes, it's the family tree for an old friend. I'm here researching his
ancestors, and then I'll draw up a tree for him that can be framed and
handed down to his grandkids."
"That's fascinating. Only until you’re finished with the job?"
"Unfortunately, yes. "
She pouts her lip a bit, looking over at Jack. "You're going to break his
heart, aren't you?" she asks, her voice sad.
I choke out a startled laugh. "Definitely not. I am not the heartbreaking
type, Lorna. Look at me."
"I am looking at you." Her pout turns into a frown. She breaks our gaze
and turns to watch Jack and her kids, her expression softening.
"Isn't he great?"
I watch as Jack swings Daniel up in the air until he's shrieking with
giggles.
"He is," I murmur, finding it hard to swallow. "This is the first time I've
seen him with kids – he seems like a natural."
"Right? I can't wait until little Jacks are running around everywhere.
He's going to be such a great father."
Jack looks over at me and grins, his face glowing with joy. I swallow
around a lump in my throat, blinking back the sudden moisture in my eyes.
Lach sits down next to me, cradling my face in his hands as he plants a
kiss on my lips. "She's amazing, isn't she, Lorna?"
"I've only just met her, Lachlan," she scolds, rolling her eyes.
"It doesn't matter. I knew the second Milo tackled her that she was
special." He kisses me again, softer this time. "Let me know if you need
anything, okay?" I nod, and he stands back up, heading toward the water.
"Oh, Charlie," Lorna whispers, her eyes sad.
My heart thumps painfully.
"I've seen this before, and it didn't end well."
I open my mouth, immediately on the defensive, but I stop and take a
second to organize my thoughts before speaking. "Tell me about it," I say
instead.
"The four of them had a great relationship for a while. It seemed to
bring out the best in all of them. Then Emily decided she wanted to settle
down but couldn't see herself doing it with all of them. So she picked the
most established one and proceeded to make him miserable."
"I settled down in college and felt like I was dying the entire time. I
want life, chaos... I want to be happy. And I want them to be happy," I tell
her, my words sincere.
"Well, you've succeeded there. I haven't seen them this carefree in years.
Just be careful. They've been through a lot."
"I will," I murmur.
"Guard your heart, Charlie. I worry about the guys, but we women need
to stick together, too."
Isla comes back with a wine bottle, filling our cups.
Lorna lays back on the blanket, releasing a gigantic sigh. "I almost
forgot what it feels like not to have a tiny human attached to my hip," she
says, smiling blissfully.
"Do you want me to put them down for their nap?" Isla asks, lying
beside her, stretching out like a cat in the sun.
"Jack already offered. I told him he should be out here enjoying himself,
but he insisted."
"I wish you'd let us take them overnight, " Isla props herself up to look
at Lorna. "You could sleep... or go on a date and not sleep." She winks at
Lorna.
I smile. I love their family's teasing banter. It makes me feel warm and
comforted – so bizarre, but it's probably one of my favorite things about this
trip. It was a privilege to be around them.
"I will one of these days. I promise."
"I'm going to hold you to that." Isla lays back down, turning her face to
the sun, taking advantage of the unseasonable warm weather.
"So, what are your plans for the rest of your time here, Charlie?" Lorna
asks.
My heart sinks like it does every time I think about how fast the time is
passing. "My number one goal is to finish my commission, but that goes
without saying. On top of that? I plan on making the most out of every
single second I have left. I've never felt quite like I do here. I don't know
how to describe it, but it feels like I've come home."
"Maybe you have," Lorna says, smiling.
"I wish," I whisper wistfully. "Arty gave me enough to live on for a few
months, but after that, I'll have to be an adult again and get a real job."
"Why?" Isla sits up and stares at me, her voice tinged with frustration.
"Because I'm poor. I'll be okay once the divorce goes through. But who
knows how long that will take. The only money I have is what Arty gave
me."
Lorna sits up beside Isla, furious. "That's not right, Charlie. You helped
your ex build that business, didn't you?" She and Jack must have had an in-
depth conversation about me at one point. I'll have to decide how I feel
about that later.
"I guess?"
"Were you there from the beginning? Did you help bring in clients?"
I nod.
"And I know you worked harder than that douchebag," Isla hisses, her
tone venomous.
I laugh. "God, I love you guys."
"I'm serious, Charlie – did you?" Lorna asks.
I think about all the days I was out on jobs while he was playing golf.
All the days he had 'meetings' while I worked my ass off out in the heat, my
literal blood, sweat, and tears sinking into the soil day after day.
"Yes. I honestly can't even remember the last time he came home with
dirt under his nails."
"Fuck him," Isla grinds out, looking murderous.
"I'm going to make some calls Monday. We need to find you a good
lawyer, Charlie."
"You don't need to do that," I protest.
"No, I don't, but I want to. We're in your corner, Charlie. I barely know
you, and I can tell you're not used to relying on anyone – that you've had
zero support. Whatever happens between you, Jack, and Lach, Isla and I are
here for you. Always."
"Thank you. Truly."
"Well, you don't need to worry about that anymore, now do you? Come
on, let's go swimming." Isla grabs my hand and pulls me up. "You coming,
Lorna?"
"In a little bit, I'm going to make sure Jack didn't have trouble putting
the twins down first." She stands and heads for the house, leaving me with
an inpatient Isla. I wave her on, assuring her I'll only be a second.
If I'm being honest, I was hoping I would never get to the point where I
had to wear my swimsuit in front of anybody. It's the only one I packed
when I grabbed my clothes the night I caught Rob cheating. I bought it for
the trip to Europe that never happened – and it would have been perfect for
that – but here it seems scandalous. I look up at the house, wondering if I
can rip my clothes off and get into the water before anyone sees me, but
Jack is on the deck, deep in conversation with Lorna. I turn away from him
and pull my shirt off, adjusting my suit before looking back at him to make
sure he's not paying attention.
My heart jumps into my throat when I see his eyes trained on me. I turn
back toward the water, struggling between being embarrassed and wanting
to give him a show at the same time. I untie the drawstring of my pants and
look back over my shoulder at him. He's leaning on the railing now, focused
only on me. I watch him as I shimmy my pants off, slowly letting the fabric
fall away from my ass, revealing a scrap of fabric I have the audacity to call
a bikini bottom. Jack vaults himself over the railing, his long strides eating
up the ground between us.
"I'll give you a ten-second head start," he growls. "Run."
Fuck.

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y mind takes a second to process his command. Did he really tell me
to run? And why the fuck does that turn me on? I shriek when he
starts counting down and I bolt toward the water, grabbing Isla's
hand as I pass her. We crash into the water together in a tangle of limbs. I
come up choking and spluttering, but Isla rises out of the water like a
mermaid, flinging her hair over her head in a wide arc.
"How are you so damn hot?" I protest, splashing her.
"Gross!" Jack yells right before he tackles me. He cradles my head,
spinning us under the water so he winds up underneath me. He pulls my
mouth against his as he stands up, I cling to him, wrapping my leg around
his hips.
"Ewww!" Isla screeches, sending a sheet of water our way.
Jack sets me down and disappears under the water, popping up fifty
yards away.
"Does he usually do that?" I gape.
Isla laughs, shaking her head. "I think he needs to work off some steam.
Did you see the way he was looking at you?" She wiggles her eyebrows,
grinning.
"He was not," I laugh, sending a wave of water toward her.
Jack pushes out of the water right in front of me, water streaming down
his torso. "Yes, I was, Sassenach. You're a fucking snack."
Heat pools in my stomach. If I'm a snack, I want him to be my last meal.
He shakes his hair out of his face. I stand there frozen, watching the
rivulets of water running over the ridges of his stomach. Holy hell.
"My eyes are up here, Charlotte."
Mortification rolls over me, heat rushing to my cheeks. I meet his gaze,
ready for the cheeky smirk, but it's all heat. He pulls his bottom lip into his
mouth and lust spikes through me, a lightning bolt straight between my
thighs. I sink into the cold water but realize too late that I'm now eye-level
with his crotch. Wet swim trunks don't hide a damn thing. He's massive, and
I can't tear my eyes away. I groan and submerge myself until the water
closes over my head. Aiming toward a floating platform, I swim underwater
until my breath runs out. I pull myself up onto the ancient wooden planks
and lie on my back, taking deep breaths. I'm panting over a big dick like a
hussy. I grin to myself.
Jack bursts from the water, boosting himself onto the platform. "That's
an awfully big smile you have there," he says, his voice smoke and whisky.
"That's an awfully big—" I slap my hand over my mouth, my eyes wide.
Why the fuck can't I control myself when I'm around him?
He turns toward me, cocking an eyebrow. "An awfully big what?"
I roll away from him until I plop off into the water. Escape is the only
answer. I open my eyes under the water to try to see where the platform is
with the sole plan of getting back to shore and hi-tailing it back to the
cottage. I push up for a breath, but Jack is already there, grabbing my arms
so I can't go back under.
He slides his hands over my waist, the rough scrape of his callouses
setting my nerves on fire. "A big what, Charlotte?" he asks roughly.
I press my forehead to his chest, my gaze traveling down his body, the
dusting of hair on his lower stomach snagging my attention before I look
further down, his swim trunks almost obscene the way they're tented. My
heart rate picks up, throbbing in forbidden places. I moan, squeezing my
hands into fists. I want him so bad I can barely think straight. I look up at
him through my lashes, letting him see everything.
"Fuck...me." His gaze anchors on my lips as he traces them with his
thumb. "I wish we were alone," he murmurs.
I hum my agreement, watching as he slides his tongue over his lips.
God. I want his tongue on me. In me.
"Jack! Come help with the burgers?" Lorna calls from the deck,
sounding frazzled.
"I better go help." He brushes his lips over the corner of my mouth and
wades out of the water, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.
I watch Jack pause by Lach's chair and say something to him. Lach
raises his head to look at me, then sits up, motioning for me to join him. I
walk to him and sit down between his legs; he pulls me against his chest,
his warm sun-kissed skin making me shiver. He nuzzles my neck, rubbing
my arms with his hands to warm me up.
"Are you having a good time?" he asks, his voice husky with sleep.
"Yes, maybe too much."
"How can you have too much of a good time, Carebear?" He pulls my
hair over one shoulder, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin behind my ear.
I take a second to think of a less scary way to spin how I'm feeling, but I
give up. "I feel like I belong here, and I don't understand it. If I'm being
honest, it's terrifying. I have to leave eventually."
"Do you, though?"
I twist to look at him. "Yes! I don't have any money. I have to go back
and figure out the rest of my life."
Lach extricates himself from the chair and stands in front of me, his
fingers tracing my jaw. He squats down, bringing his eyes to the same level
as mine. "I want you to listen to me, okay? I don't want you to respond. Just
think about it."
"Okay." I bite my lip, suddenly nervous.
"If you want to stay, we'll figure it out. This may feel like home to you,
but you feel like home to us."
I pull in a breath, starting to protest, but he presses a finger to my lips.
"Listen. If you want to stay, you should stay. There's no obligation, nothing
to pay back. Just you staying with your people, ok?"
"You're only one-third of this equation, how do you know Jack feels the
same way?"
"You have no clue, do you?" He shakes his head, not hiding his
frustration. "Jack was ready to propose to you the second you showed up
here. He's been holding back. A lot."
I groan. This was supposed to be a simple working holiday, for fuck's
sake.
"It's not that deep, Charlie. I know you have trauma in the past that
makes it hard to trust us, but we're not him. I'm not trying to guilt you into
staying – I'm letting you know there are options so that you can make the
best decision for you. We both like spending time with you– whether or not
it turns into something more – and we'll take you for as long as we can get
you. No strings."
He stands up and massages my shoulders with strong fingers. My heart
hammers with awareness, the smooth skin of his stomach only inches from
my face. I lean forward and swipe my tongue along the ridge of muscle on
his right side. Encouraged by his groan, I do the same to the other side, then
trail kisses from his navel to his waistband.
"Speaking of strings," I murmur, looking around to make sure
everyone's inside. I pull on the tie of his swim trunks, pulling them down
just enough to see the base of his cock. My mouth is watering with how
badly I want to taste him. "Please?" I whisper, looking up at him with fuck-
me eyes.
"God, Charlie. I don't know how I can say no when you look at me like
you're starved for it."
"I am," I rasp. He's heavy in my hand as I pull him out, his skin like silk
against my palm. I lick one long stroke from his balls to the tip, swirling my
tongue over the glistening drop of pre-cum. He shudders as I draw him into
my mouth, hissing as I hollow my cheeks and bob my head.
"Charlie," he groans, "This wasn't supposed to happen yet."
I hum my disagreement. He swears and bucks his hips, sinking into me.
He jerks back when I gag. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Charlie." He tries to pull me up,
but I don't budge. He grabs my ponytail and pulls my head back.
"Harder," I gasp, the bite of pain fueling the fire in my veins. He
clenches his jaw, looking at me look up at him, my hair still tight in his fist.
"I won't be able to control myself if we keep going. I want to fuck your
face like it's the last fuck of my life, and there won't be anything gentle or
sweet about that."
"I don't want gentle and sweet. I want you. In my mouth. Now." I pump
my hand over him, waiting for him to release me so I can devour him. I'm
not sure I've ever wanted something this bad in my entire life. I can see it in
his eyes when he gives in.
"If you want me to stop, tap twice on my leg, okay?"
I nod, my eyes on the prize. I'm on him the second he lets go, sliding
my hand over him as I suck and lick his head. I tease his frenulum until he
buries his hands in my hair, but he still doesn't take control. I grab his ass
and pull him toward me, burying his cock in my throat. He moans, gripping
the sides of my face and holding me still as he fucks my mouth. I feel it
when he starts to tense.
"I'm so close, Charlie." He pulls away, jerking out of my hands and
backing up a couple of steps.
"Please, Lach." I crawl to him.
"I can't be gentle with you, Charlie. I want it too much. You deserve
better than that."
"It's not about what I deserve, Lach. I want to make you feel good."
He closes the distance between us, cupping my face in his hands as I
look up at him.
"Please."
"Fuck, Charlie." He grits his teeth as I take him back into my mouth.
I've never felt like this before. I feel free. I am free to be who I am and tell
him what I want – what I need. I sneak a hand down between my legs as he
chases his release, staring up at him, our gazes locked, tears leaking from
the corners of my eyes. He groans, his entire body arching as he pulls my
head forward to take one last thrust. I swallow him down and then lick him
clean.
"Get the fuck up here," he growls, pulling up his trunks, lifting me, and
wrapping my legs around his torso. He rests his forehead against mine, still
breathing heavily. "You are a mother-fucking goddess, Charlie. You could
eat me alive, and I would figure out a way to say thank you after. And fuck
if you didn't look like you wanted it."
I laugh, low and husky. "I want way more than that, but that's a good
start."
He slides his hand into my hair and pulls my lips to his, kissing me like
he didn't just fuck my mouth. A shiver of need races down my spine, and I
move against him, desperate for some friction.
"Dinner's ready," Jack says from behind us, his deep brogue raising the
tiny hairs on my arms. Lach kisses me one last time and then sets me down.
Jack slaps my ass as Lach pulls on his shorts and walks toward the
house, running his hand over the globe of my ass cheek and straight to my
center, sliding a finger inside before I realize what he's doing.
"Fuck, Charlotte. Did he get you ready for me?" He pulls his finger out
and licks it off slowly. "Come on, let's eat."

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atching Jack build a bonfire for the last thirty minutes has been a
true test of self-control. His wild hair is pulled back into a bun, shirt
long-forgotten, tattoos on full display. His skin is velvety in the
evening light, and I desperately want to run my hands over him to find out
if it's as soft as it looks.
I pull my towel tighter around my arms, tucking my legs up against my
torso. The air has a bite to it, but I can't bear to stray from his orbit. I'm
tracing his back muscles with my eyes when he stands and turns, my eyes
once again level with his crotch. I look for a second longer than I should
before raising my head, our gazes colliding. He bites his lip, his eyes dark
as they slowly coast over my body.
"Are you cold?" he asks, arching his eyebrow.
"A little." I cover my breasts to hide the evidence. He smirks and tosses
me his discarded hoodie before turning back to the fire. His scent invades
all my senses as I pull it on over my bikini top. I close my eyes and breathe
in, the image of him stretched out over me flashes in my mind, a spike of
lust lodging in my core.
I open my eyes and take several deep breaths, wrestling for self-control.
I try thinking of everything except him, but my body has a mind of its own,
the heartbeat between my legs growing stronger every second. I squeeze my
thighs together, desperate. Jack's gaze flies to mine, taking in my hooded
eyes and flushed cheeks. I straighten, a stubborn tilt to my chin.
"Can I help you with something?"
His brogue sets every tiny hair on my body at attention. I shiver,
swallowing a groan as I shift in my seat.
"Touch yourself, Charlotte," he whispers. The firelight flickers around
him, he looks like a Greek fire god here to avenge my tragic sex life.
"What? No!" I hiss, "Someone will see us!" I can hear Isla and Lorna
laughing up on the deck, and even though I know they can't see us, they
only need to come down the stairs and look to the right to have a direct
view.
His eyes are pinned to the apex of my thighs, to the moisture gathering
there. "Fuck, Charlotte." He palms his cock, rubbing himself through his
swim trunks. I watch, breathless, as the veins on his arm pop out more with
each stroke of his hand. His gaze brands me, and I know without a doubt
that I'll never be the same after this.
"Touch yourself," he commands, erasing any willpower I have left.
Oh, God. This is really happening.
My heartbeat thunders in my ears as I run my hand over my breast,
arching my back as I roll my nipple between my fingers. Jack's stilted groan
gives me the confidence to keep going. I slide my hand over my stomach,
then lower, opening my legs. Jack steps closer, dropping to his knees just
out of reach.
"Keep going." His voice is ragged, his hand keeping a steady pace on
his cock.
I push my fingers under the fabric of my swimsuit, slowly sliding one
finger over my slit. I'm soaking wet.
"I need to see you," he whispers as he unties the sides of my swimsuit
and pulls the fabric away. "You're so fucking perfect."
"Your turn," I rasp, feeling like I'll die if I don't see all of him.
Jack jerks down his swim trunks and then sits back on his heels, his
hand stroking from base to tip.
I sink a finger inside me as the head of his cock disappears in his hand,
a whimper escaping my lips. The fire outlines his muscled body, every
square inch of him bathed in flickering light. Toes digging into the earth,
thick thighs spread wide, broad shoulders tapering down to washboard abs.
I watch as he moves his hand over himself, mirroring his movements with
my fingers.
"Can I?" Jack asks, sliding a hand up my leg and kneading my thigh.
I don't know what he's asking, but the answer is yes. Always yes. I nod.
He pushes a thick finger into me, and I arch against his hand, my hips
bucking in the air.
"Fuck," he mutters, frustration and lust warring over his features as he
watches me come undone. He pulls his finger from me and spreads my
arousal over his cock.
"Jack, please," I whimper, bereft without him inside me.
He closes the distance between us and pushes my legs wide, his hands
rough. His eyes are barely open as he plunges two fingers into me. I roll my
hips against him, my ass sliding to the edge of the chair. He pulls out and
licks his fingers, his gaze never leaving mine. He rests his head on my inner
thigh, heavy breaths puffing against my sex. He breathes in, a deep groan
vibrating through him and into me. I contort, trying to get his mouth on me,
but he only pushes his fingers into me again.
He chuckles. "Not until we're somewhere no one can hear you scream,
mo maighdeann-mhara."
I moan, cradling my clit between my fingers, pushing and pulling in
time with his thrusts, his other hand pumping furiously.
It's too much. I drop my head back against the chair.
"Look at me, damn it." His voice is deeper, darker. An edgy side he
hasn't shown me yet. I meet his gaze.
"Good girl." He moans my name as our hands pick up speed. We come
together, our gasps and groans melding into an obscene symphony. He waits
for the tremors to stop before pulling his fingers away, licks them clean,
then cups my face, bringing my mouth to his in a mind-melting kiss. We
break apart to breathe, and he presses his forehead to mine, chest heaving.
"What did that mean?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck, the
warmth of his skin keeping the cold at bay.
"Maighdeann-mhara?" he asks. "It means selkie."
"The women that turn into seals?"
He nods. "You remind me of the old folk stories. You're beautiful as you
are, but when I touch you, mo chridhe, you shed your insecurities and
become the most magnificent creature I have ever seen." He caresses my
cheek with the back of one finger and kisses me tenderly.
"Oh." My heart pounds in my chest. "And 'mo chridhe'?" I ask, the
syllables unfamiliar on my lips.
He presses one last kiss to my lips before standing and adjusting
himself. "That," he chuckles, "means I fucking belong to you."

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he guys and I are still sitting around the fire as it burns down to
embers, empty beer bottles littering the ground between us. We sit in
separate chairs, watching the flames flit in and out of the charred logs.
"Let's play truth or dare, " Lach says, a seductive smile on his face.
"Yes, let's!" I agree; my inhibitions are just low enough that I want to
play, even though some logical part of the back of my brains whispers it’s
dangerous.
"Pick one." Lach brings his bottle to his lips, the strong column of his
throat glowing in the firelight as he tips his head back.
"Dare." I trust him enough to know he won't dare me to do something
I'm uncomfortable with. That's a good feeling. Really good.
"I dare you to kiss me."
"I don't need a dare for that," I laugh as I slide onto his lap and press my
mouth to his. He caresses my jaw, curling his other hand into my hair.
"Your go," I grin, turning toward Jack.
"Truth."
My heart thunders in my ears. Do I dare?
"Just ask it, Charlotte." He reaches over and tugs at the end of my
ponytail.
I take a deep breath. "Tell me how you feel about me... about this?" I
motion between the three of us.
He leans forward, his hands cupping my face. His gaze holds mine.
"You are the first thing I think of when I wake up. The last thing I think of
when I go to sleep. The only thing I think of when my hand is around my
cock."
Heat rushes between my legs. Fuck.
"Is that clear enough for you, Charlotte?"
"Crystal," I murmur, trying to breathe.
His thumbs stroke over my heated cheeks. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth." I can't drag my gaze away as he sweeps his tongue over his
lips.
"Have you ever been with more than one guy before?"
Heat races through my veins at the thought. I shake my head. "Rob was
the only person I’ve ever slept with until I was in Portree."
"Wait, what happened in Portree?" Lach asks, his hand rubbing slow
lazy circles over my back.
"I dated someone while I was there. He had to leave around the same
time I did, so it worked out perfectly."
"So what you're saying is we get most of your firsts," Jack rasps, pulling
me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my
hair.
"I wish I could give both of you all of my firsts," I murmur, snuggling
into him, my eyes heavy.

M y senses wake up slowly — first golden light on my eyelids, then the


warmth of skin under my cheek. I crack open one eye to find myself nestled
into Jack, his arm a band across my hips pulling me tightly to his chest.
I close my eyes again, burrowing into the safety of Jack’s body. It feels
so good. I breathe deep, inhaling his scent and blowing out the demons that
have plagued me for so long. My heart flutters at the possibility that I have
found what I've yearned for my entire life.
Guilt twinges, reminding me that someone's missing. The person I can
talk with forever about all the mundane things only we find interesting. The
one that will sit and read with me, not caring if that's all we did the entire
day. The one with floppy hair and cute nerdy glasses. I let myself wallow in
memories before pushing them back into the box I had put him in.
"Morning, sunshine," Lach says, coming into the room with a tray in his
hands.
I look up at him, at his tender smile. My heart flutters against my ribs.
"Good morning." I try to wipe the grin off my face but fail miserably.
"I hope you don't mind that we brought you up here when you passed
out last night, it seemed easier than taking you to the cottage." He sets the
tray down at the foot of the bed. "I scrounged up some stuff in the kitchen; I
wasn't sure what you'd be in the mood for."
My mouth is watering at the smells coming from the tray: scones, eggs,
bacon, croissants, and a luscious bowl of strawberries. Lach pours steaming
coffee into the three mugs and hands me one. Jack groans as I sit up,
stretching his full length, then sitting up next to me, pulling his hair back
before pressing a kiss to my cheek. I squeeze my hands into fists to prevent
myself from manhandling the miles of velvety skin so blatantly on display.
"Thank you, Lach, this is amazing." My voice comes out rusty, and I
cough, trying to clear my throat. "Sorry," I laugh.
"Don't apologize. You sound fucking sexy."
I smile into my coffee.
"I think it's time," Jack says, popping a strawberry into his mouth. Lach
climbs onto the bed, propping himself up on an elbow.
I raise my eyebrows. "Time for what?"
"The Talk."
"The skeletons in the closet talk?" I ask, chuckling.
Jack nods, sipping his coffee. "Are you up for it?"
"Sure." Not like there was much about me they didn't know already.
"Do you want me to start first?" Jack asks, pushing a lock of hair behind
my ear.
I nod.
"I'm just going to rip off the bandaid," he begins.
My heart drops like a stone. This was it. This was the other shoe.
He leans back against the headboard and just looks at me for a couple of
seconds, like he's trying to figure out how to say it.
"We need to tell you about Emily."
"Okay," I croak, taking a deep breath, trying to calm my heart
"She died eleven years ago." He looks out the window, his expression
hard to read.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper, my heart breaking for him.
"She was six months pregnant when she died."
"God. I can't even imagine."
"It was a long time ago." He gives me a small smile. "It's mostly good
memories left with only a little bit of sadness."
"Thank you for telling me," I murmur, sliding my hand over his.
"That's not all." He clears his throat, glancing at Lach. "Emily is..."
"She's the girl I was telling you about – the one we both had a
relationship with," Lach interjects.
"So you both lost her." I can't even begin to imagine a loss like that. My
heart hurts for them. "Will you tell me about her?"
Jack looks at Lach, but he motions for Jack to tell me. He flops back
against the pillows, his eyes closed, a small smile on his full lips. "We met
her in our first year of uni. We were inseparable. She and I did everything
together – same major, same graduation date. She wanted to settle down
after graduation. Lach and our roommate moved to different schools, so she
stayed with me – probably more for convenience, honestly. She didn't want
to live all the way out here, so we leased a flat in Glasgow and lived there."
"I can't see you living the city life."
"I didn't love it, Sassenach." He looks over at me, the morning light
making his eyes glow. "We lived there until the accident. I had grown to
hate the place so much that I only grabbed a couple of things after she died.
I had an estate manager sell the rest. I came back here the day after the
funeral." He scrubs his hands over his face. "We weren't a perfect couple –
if I'm being honest, we weren't compatible in many ways – but I did love
her, and I would have loved that baby with my entire being."
He rolls onto his side, his gaze connecting with mine. "I don't want you
to think she's a ghost that haunts me, Charlotte. It was a long time ago. I'm
at peace now."
"Thank you for telling me." I cup his jaw and kiss him gently.
"Your turn," he says gruffly.
"I have nothing to tell you," I shrug, "Rob and Portree Guy are the only
two people I've ever been involved with. Since you mentioned kids, one
thing I need to say – even though this is ridiculously premature – is that I've
been told the probability of me having kids is pretty slim. An inhospitable
environment, or something like that."
"Well, fuck," Lach says.
My heart jumps to my throat.
"That's all you've got?" He crawls toward me, knocking my elbow from
underneath me, so I'm flat on the bed. He traps my legs between his and
reaches over me to pin my hands above my head. "Let's spice things up a
little bit."

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I
stare at Lach as he stretches above me, all hard muscle and tanned,
freckled skin. He groans and rolls his hips against me. I try to pull my
hands out of his grip, but he holds on even tighter until I stop struggling.
"Do you trust us?" he asks, tonguing the shell of my ear, his voice raising
goosebumps on my arms.
I nod, arching my body against his, my nipples desperate for friction.
"Good." He releases me suddenly and climbs off the bed, walking to an
antique armoire, and pulling out a plain cardboard box.
"What's that?" I ask, looking between them for an answer.
"We ordered a few things after our picnic the other day," Jack says,
taking the box from Lach and setting it in front of me. I sit with one leg
tucked underneath me as I open it and peer inside, pulling out the first thing
I see. "A butt plug?" I raise an eyebrow, stifling an uncomfortable giggle.
Jack sits beside me, taking the package from me and opening it. "If –
and I do mean if – you want to have sex with both of us, we need to get you
ready first. If we don't take the time to stretch you, it'll hurt. I want you
begging for more the first time I sink my cock into your luscious ass."
Heat throbs between my legs as I pull out the next thing. "Another
one?"
"We got a few different sizes so that you can work up to the bigger
one," Jack explains, pulling a third from the box and setting it on the bed.
"Hey, I thought one was for me," Lach protests, pulling the box across
the bed so he can look inside.
"For you?" I squeak, a flood of desire drenching my bikini bottoms. I
adjust my foot underneath me and push against my heel, desperate for
relief.
Lach blushes. "We used to—" He stops short. "I'm bisexual, Charlie."
The words tumble from his mouth.
My gaze flies to Jack. Did they...?
"I'm straight as a fucking arrow, Sassenach," Jack says, lifting his hands
in the air like he wants nothing to do with this conversation.
"Before – when we were with Emily – our roommate and I
sometimes..." He clears his throat. "I think you get the picture."
I can't breathe as my imagination takes over. Lach stretched over me,
thrusting away as a shadowed mystery man rails him from behind. I rock
my hips, rolling my clit over my heel. Fucking hell. I don't think I've been
this turned on in my entire life.
"That doesn't mean—" Lach stammers, his cheeks paling a bit,
misunderstanding my reaction.
"Shut up, you idiot," Jack says gruffly. "She likes it."
Lach studies me. "Oh fuck, you do, don't you?"
I nod, releasing a shaky breath. "I'm learning all sorts of new things
about myself."
"Are you now?" Jack breathes, his gaze locked on my lips. "Why don't
we find out if you like this, too." He grabs the smallest box and takes out a
slim black silicone toy with a rounded base. "Do you think you're ready?"
I take it from him, testing the weight and size in my hand. It doesn't
seem like it would do much, but the idea of having anything in me right
now sounds fucking marvelous.
"Yes," I whisper.
He turns to Lach, "Do you have time?"
"All the time in the world for this," he rasps, his eyes dark. "Where do
you want me?"
"Lay down across the bed. She can straddle you, and I'll come from
behind."
My gaze volleys between them as they decide how they're going to
manhandle me. I stand up, pull the sweatshirt off over my head, and then
untie both pieces of my bikini, letting them drop to the floor. Lach grabs my
waist and pulls me to him, cupping my jaw as he devours my lips. I hear
Jack opening boxes, and then the water running in the bathroom. When he
returns, he steps up behind me, pulling my body against his, palming my
throat. He slides his other hand down my stomach and into my folds,
sinking a finger deep.
"You're so fucking wet, Charlotte," he groans, bringing my arousal up to
my clit and sliding his finger over it with the lightest touch. I bear my hips
down, needing more friction, but he squeezes his hand around my throat
enough to stop me from moving. Lach dips his head and catches my nipple
in his mouth, sucking it deep. I arch against his mouth, needing just a little
more to finally feel some relief.
I sob when he pushes himself back onto the bed, and I pop out of his
mouth. Jack releases me, and I follow Lach, letting his hands guide me into
a straddle position over his torso. "Come on, you know the drill, knees by
my ears, Carebear," he urges. When I hesitate, he grabs me and lifts me into
place. Jack pushes down on my lower back until I collapse my torso to the
bed, my ass in the air, clit positioned right above Lach's mouth.
"Fuck, Charlotte," Jack breathes, kneading my cheeks.
I jerk as Lach slides his tongue over me. He continues with light strokes
while Jack caresses me, his fingers skirting closer to my sensitive flesh until
I push back into his hands, pliant and ready. I hear the squirt of lube just as
Lach angles his head and sucks my nub into his mouth. I shudder as Jack
places his thumb at my tailbone and slowly slides it down my crack. I arch
into his touch as he circles me, a low guttural moan tearing its way out of
my throat as he pushes in. I look back at him, my muscles clenching around
him when I see the way he's looking at me. Lach rolls his tongue over my
clit, and I drop my forehead to the bed, moaning for more.
Jack pulls his finger out, something cold pressing to me a second later.
"Relax, Charlotte."
I nod, breathing slowly, concentrating on relaxing my muscles.
"Good girl," he breathes, working the toy past the tight ring of muscle,
holding it there to give me time to adjust. I groan as Lach grabs my thighs
and pulls me tightly against his mouth. Jack steadily pushes in the toy little
by little as I ride Lach's face. I feel a slight release of pressure as the toy
sinks all the way in. I sit back on Lach's chest to check on him – worried
he's suffocating underneath me – but the plug moves, and I'm overwhelmed
by an incredible fullness. I whimper, the sensation on the cusp between pain
and pleasure.
"Get back here," Lach says, pulling me back toward his face.
"I'm going to suffocate you," I groan, unable to keep myself from
rolling my hips against him.
"I want my last breath to be with my face buried in your pussy, Charlie."
He lifts me into position and pulls my clit into his mouth. Jack pushes me
back down, so my face is pressed into the bed, then smacks my ass,
smoothing his palm over the sting.
"Please fuck me," I pant, the torture of feeling empty and full at the
same time more than I can bear.
"Not yet, mo chridhe. Not until we can take you together. Not until I
know you’re ours. But I do have this."
I look back to see him holding a vibrator in his hand.
"In me. Now," I beg, arching my back to make it easier for him. He
nudges it at my entrance, swirling it through my arousal. I push back,
desperate, and he sinks it into me with one thrust.
"Oh, God," I sob, clenching the sheets in my hands, undulating my body
over Lach's tongue, and pushing back as Jach thrusts into me.
"You're taking it so well, Charlotte," Jack says roughly.
I groan in response, moving against them faster and faster as my world
narrows to one tiny pinprick, ecstasy taking over my senses. I hear a click,
and my whole body convulses as he turns the vibrator on. One more click
and the butt plug is shattering everything I thought I knew. I shudder, sobs
turning into screams as my entire body convulses.
"My turn," Jack growls, flipping me over and covering me with his
body. He adjusts himself in his pants so his cock is riding over me, sucking
on my bottom lip before pushing his tongue into my mouth. He thrusts his
hips, rolling my clit in between us, and I cry out as my entire world
explodes around me.
My ears are ringing as I come back down. Jack is breathing hard into
my neck, his cock an iron rod pressed into my stomach. Lach pulls the toys
from me slowly and sets them on the nightstand. "Fuck," I groan as I gasp
for breath. "Let me get you both there," I beg, looking over at Lach, his
cock tenting his pajama pants.
Jack rolls off of me and scrubs his hands over his face. "The second my
cock is in you, you're mine, Sassenach. I won't let you go. Do you
understand?" He meets my gaze, the flames in his eyes threatening to burn
me alive.
"I have two hands," I remind him, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.
"Fine," he says gruffly. "Let's go shower."

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ack leaves me on the bed, utterly boneless in the aftermath of the hottest
thing I've experienced in my entire life. I hear him murmur something to
Lachlan as he starts the shower, and the next thing I know, Lach is
scooping me up and carrying me into the bathroom.
The shower is a thing of dreams – easily the size of my room back in
the pool house. There are more showerheads in this single shower than I've
seen in my entire life. He sets me down carefully, ensuring my feet are
under me before letting go while Jack starts soaping up his arms. I'm
mesmerized by his hands sliding over muscle, by the bubbles sticking to his
skin. I take the soap from him and move around to his back, lathering up the
massive expanse of muscle, then move down to his waist. I slip my hands
around the front, pressing my breasts to his back. The ridges of his abs are
hard under my hands as I explore his torso. He groans as I roam lower, my
fingers brushing the base of his cock. I wrap my hands around him,
pumping twice before moving over to Lach and doing the same thing to
him.
"Teasing isn't nice, Sassenach," Jack growls into my ear. He grabs my
shoulders, pushes me to the middle of the shower, and holds me there while
he fiddles with a knob. A waist-high shower head turns on, and he adjusts it
to hit square between my legs. He turns a dial, and it becomes a massager,
shooting jets of water right onto my clit. My knees start to shake, and I step
out of the stream, but Jack pushes me back into it. "Don't move."
They close in on me, soapy hands slipping over my skin. I blow out a
shaky breath and anchor myself with a hand on each of their cocks. My
breath stutters as their heads disappear into my hands, then I slowly push
back toward their bodies, twisting my hands as I repeat the motion. My legs
start trembling so much that I have to sink to my knees. The guys drop with
me, Lach pushing my legs open wide as Jack detaches the showerhead and
aims the spray. I jerk when it hits me, swearing as their low chuckles lodge
into my core.
They're on either side of me, knees spread, sitting on their heels, cocks
begging to be touched. Licked.
"Don't even think about it," Jack growls, taking my hand and wrapping
it around his cock. He covers my hand with his, squeezing and pumping. I
take Lach in my other hand, mirroring the movement. The shower fills with
heaving breathing, grunts, and moans as all three of us tip closer to the
edge.
"Come for me," I rasp, my gaze volleying between their cocks as I
stroke them, rocking my hips against the onslaught of water. They grunt
simultaneously, bucking into my hands as ropes of cum swirl down the
drain. As soon as Jack releases my hand, I slip it between my legs.
"No, you don't. This one belongs to me." He stands and pulls me up
with him, pressing me to the glass. He cups my cheek and angles my face
before crushing his lips to mine. He slides his fingers through my folds,
pushing two of them in. My mewl of protest as he pulls his hand away turns
into a moan as he puts them in his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he tastes
me. "I can't fucking wait any longer," he grinds out, the fire in his eyes
burning me alive. He picks me up by the waist, and I wrap my legs around
him as he carries me out of the shower straight to the bedroom. I catch a
glimpse of Lach pulling on dress pants right before Jack tosses me onto the
bed, crawling up after me. He pushes my thighs open wide, dipping his
head to breathe me in. His groan has me shaking with need.
"Have fun, Carebear. I have a meeting in town. I'll be back in a few
hours," Lach presses a kiss to my temple and winks before leaving the
room.
"Now there's no one to hear you scream, Charlotte," Jack says before
running his tongue over me, his moan skittering over my body. I clamp my
legs around his head, bucking against his mouth, already on the brink.
He stops and forces my knees to the bed, holding them there until I stop
struggling. I'm breathing hard, desire pooling as his gaze slides from my
heaving breasts, over my stomach, to the apex of my thighs. "Put your back
against the headboard. I want you to watch while I destroy you."
My heart thunders in my ears as I push myself back.
"Good girl." He tucks a towel under me and then leans across to pull at
something attached to the corner of the bed. "What's your safe word,
Charlotte?"
My breath stutters and I can only shake my head.
"Pick one." He sets my wrist on the bed, loops a silky rope around it,
and then presses my thigh open, running the rope over it and back to my
wrist, securing both tightly to the bed.
Fuck. A flood of heat rushes through me, and I worry for a split second
that he's going to see me dripping on his bed, but the thought is gone as fast
as it came, replaced by the primal need to relinquish control.
"Give me a safe word, Charlotte," he growls, his words sound like a
warning. A promise.
My brain isn't working, so I say the first thing that comes to mind.
"Kelly Clarkson?"
He stops in the middle of tying my other leg, staring at me for a second
before barking out a laugh. "God, I fucking love you," he chuckles as he
ties the last knot.
I don't have time to process his words before he kneels in front of me,
his pupils blown wide as he looks at me spread open for him. "Fucking
hell," he groans, his gaze pinned between my thighs as he drags his thumb
through my arousal and then down to circle my ass.
"Please, Jack," I whisper.
"Please, what?" he purrs, lightly running the tip of his finger over my
clit.
"Lick me, bite me, fuck me. I don't care what you do," I sob, "I need to
come."
"Like this?" He runs his tongue along the crease of my thigh. I struggle
against the ropes, desperate to hold his head where I want it. His gaze locks
with mine as he runs his tongue through my center, dipping inside, lapping
me up like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.
Fuck.
I whimper as he pushes his tongue against my clit. I jerk against him as
he sucks me into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. I moan, so close
to tipping over the edge. He pulls away but doesn't give me time to protest
before pushing two fingers into me, curling them, and massaging that spot
until I can barely breathe.
"I feel like I'm going to pee," I say, the pressure building.
"You won't," he promises, continuing the onslaught.
The visual of his fingers in me is so fucking hot that I can't bear to pull
my eyes away. "Oh God," I roll my pelvis against him, on the verge of
wetting his bed or having the best orgasm of my life. "I⁠—"
"You're not going to fucking pee, Charlotte. Stop thinking and feel." He
seals his mouth over my clit, alternating between sucking and licking.
I explode underneath him, the pressure finally too much to hold in. I
feel liquid gush from me as I rock against his mouth, screaming his name.
He reaches over and pulls at one of the ropes, untying it. I pull his head to
me, grinding against him until the last tremor fades. He's grinning when he
pulls away from me, wiping his face on the towel and then throwing it into
the basket next to the bed. "You're fucking magnificent," he says as he
unties me, pulling me to him, curling his body around mine as he pulls the
fluffy duvet over us.
"Your mouth is what's fucking magnificent," I mumble as I snuggle into
his warmth and promptly fall asleep.

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I
hole myself up in the cottage for three days following the day at the
lake. I pour myself into my work, sketching ideas while out on the deck
every morning and practicing my rusty calligraphy in front of the fire,
sipping hot cocoa every night. On the third day, I finally feel confident
enough to roll out the thick, expensive parchment and begin laying out
Arty's tree.
I let my mind wander while I work, mainly to the other morning and my
conversation with Lorna – to the irrefutable fact that Jack wants kids. He
probably doesn't think it's a big deal now, but a couple of years down the
road? Regret. Resentment. Heartbreak. I blink quickly, and a tear drops to
the parchment; I watch as it sucks ink into its center. I bang my palm on the
table, frustrated with myself.
Who says this is even going anywhere? I take a deep breath. It's okay to
live in the moment. To enjoy my time in Scotland and then go home like
I've been planning from the start. No harm, no foul. Yes, I may leave with a
broken heart, but isn't that part of life?
The questions turn round and round in my head until I feel like I'm
losing my mind. I put away my art supplies and crank the music, dancing
around the cottage, forcing my body to release the stress. My heart nearly
leaves my body when someone bangs on the door. I scramble to turn the
music down, poking my head out the door to find Jack loaded down with
dishes.
"Are ye ignoring us, lass?" He pushes past me, pressing a heated kiss to
my lips.
"Just trying to get some work done," I say, praying my smile is
convincing.
"I hope you're ready for some company. We've missed you."
"We—?"
"Charlie!" Isla barges through the door, a pitcher of something pink and
fruity in her hands, Lachlan right behind her.
"Isla was worried you died, so here we are," he laughs, his eyes
sparkling.
I smile, my mood instantly lifting. "I'm glad you're all here. I don’t think
I could eat another sandwich if my life depended on it."
"Ew. Why didn’t you tell me? Sandwiches are the worst. " Isla makes a
face as she grabs glasses from the kitchen while Jack sets out plates and
Lachlan places the utensils.
The three of them move together like a well-oiled machine. It makes me
yearn for the tight-knit family I never had. I love my parents, but it wasn't
ever easy like this. Jack pulls out a chair for me at the head of the table, and
we all sit down. Isla passes around the pitcher of white peach sangria while
the guys dish out the food.
Tears well in my eyes. This feels so right. It feels like home. I blow out
a shaky breath and take a couple of gulps of wine.
"So why are you ignoring us?" Isla asks, popping a bite of fried fish into
her mouth.
"I promise I’m not," I laugh, "I turned my phone off because I needed to
get some work done."
Isla raises her eyebrow at me.
I shrug. I’m not exactly going to tell her I’ve been daydreaming about
fucking her brother and childhood friend for the last seventy-two hours. Or
that I've been giving myself pep talks about leaving.
Lach squeezes my knee under the table, making me jerk. He chuckles,
"A little jumpy, lass?"
I give him a dirty look and shove a chip into my mouth, avoiding his
question.
The night flies by as we talk, every story we tell reminding one of us of
another. I haven't laughed this much in years. I feel so relaxed, my social
anxiety completely gone – which I tell myself is the wine even though I
know damn well it's the people.
After dinner, Lach and I clean up while Jack works on getting a fire
started, and Isla runs back to the house to grab another pitcher of sangria.
"Is everything okay?" Lachlan asks, cornering me in the hallway on my
way to the bathroom. He nudges my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"We didn't do anything the other morning that made you uncomfortable, did
we?"
His words startle me out of my selfish pity fest. "God, no. You were
both amazing."
"What then, Charlie? Don't tell me it's nothing. I know you better than
that."
"It was just something Lorna said the other day. About how good Jack is
with kids... how she can't wait to see a bunch of little Jacks running
around."
"I'm not following."
I sigh. "I know this is completely premature, and I shouldn't even be
thinking about it, let alone worrying about it, but what if the doctors are
right and I can't have kids?"
"Carebear," he whispers, a tender smile pulling at his lips. "Does this
mean you're thinking about staying?" He cups my jaw, caressing my cheek
with his thumb.
"That is not what I said."
"Oh, but it is," he laughs, scooping me up and spinning me around.
"Lach!" I protest, struggling in his arms. He ignores me, capturing my
mouth with his, trapping me in a slow, sensual kiss that soothes the deepest
depths of my soul.
"You two just need to fuck already," Isla calls as she barges through the
door with a full pitcher in her hands
"How do you know we haven't?" Lach asks, linking his fingers with
mine.
"Lachlan, I have known you my entire life. I have never seen you like
this. The tension is bloody unbearable."
He laughs. "Well, you'll have to bear it a little longer. It's not happening
until we know she's staying."
Isla looks at me, studying my face, then says to Lach, "That's stupid."
"It was your brother's decision," Lach murmurs, pulling my hand to his
lips.
"Ah. Well, that I understand. Good fucking luck," she chuckles. We
follow her onto the deck and settle in the big wooden chairs.
After another glass of sangria, my thoughts start slipping out of my
mouth. "Why does it feel like we've been doing this for years? Like I've
known the three of you forever?" I rub my hands over my face. "I just don't
understand it."
"You don't have to understand, Sassenach. This is your dachaigh – your
home," Jack says, his gaze blanketing me.
"It can't be. I can only stay for six months out of the year on my visa. I
don't have the qualifications to get a different one."
"Marry one of us," Lach says, not a hint of humor in his tone.
Panic bubbles up my throat. "Funny."
"I'm not fucking kidding," he says, leaning forward, resting his elbows
on his knees, the fire gilding his face with a fierce glow. "Marry one of us
legally and you'll be allowed stay. We don't have to have every last detail
nailed down. We'll figure it out."
"While I appreciate the sentiment, there are two problems. One, I'm still
married to Rob. And two, we haven’t known each other long enough. You
may like me now and want to keep me around for some fun, but what if you
change your mind in a month? In a year?"
Jack jerks in his seat like I slapped him. "We aren't fucking changing
our minds, Charlotte."
The truth is, I don't have enough confidence in myself to believe they
won't tire of me. "We can talk about this once I'm divorced. There's no point
in going round in circles when it changes nothing." I get up and refill my
glass.
"Take a break and come camping with me tomorrow," Jack says as I sit
back down, taking my hand in his.
I clear the negativity from my mind and focus on him. Stray wisps of
hair frame his face, copper in the firelight. His gaze holds mine, hopeful
and determined.
"Okay," I say softly, my heart pounding.
He turns to Lach. "Are you free?"
"No, I'll be entertaining clients on the boat tomorrow." He turns toward
me, "I think it'll be good for you to get away for a night. You've been
working hard and you deserve a break."
"Wait, what boat?" I ask.
"You'll see soon enough. I've been saving it for a special date night. Just
the two of us."
I bite my lip, thinking of what we could do on a boat with nobody
around. My gaze lowers to his full lips, then to his throat as he swallows.
"Charlie," he says, his voice a warning. A siren's song.
"Okay, that's my cue to get the hell out of here." Isla jumps up and gives
me a quick hug. "Don't be a stranger," she whispers as she squeezes me.
Both of the guys get up as she heads back inside. Jack bends down,
brushing his lips over mine. "Get your sleep tonight. I'll see you in the
morning."
I nod, wishing he'd stay, but too unsure of myself to ask.
"I'll see you when you get back from camping," Lach says, pressing a
kiss to my hair.
"Why are you leaving?" I rasp, immediately regretting asking.
"You've had about a pitcher of sangria tonight. You need your sleep."
"I have not!" I protest, pushing to my feet. I grip his arm to keep me
upright, my head spinning like a top. "I take that back," I groan.
He chuckles, "Go wash up. I'll tuck you in before I leave."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Go on." I squeal when he smacks my ass as I walk past
him.
I put on my skimpiest nightie, my body buzzing from the alcohol. Lach
is sitting at the foot of my bed when I come in.
"Fuck, Charlie," he whispers, his gaze roaming over me.
"Yes, that's exactly what I want you to do," I purr, sitting next to him.
"You know I can't do that." He stands, pulling me to my feet and turning
down the sheets. "Go on, get in."
"Touch me," I beg, climbing onto the bed, giving him my best fuck-me
eyes.
"You've had too much to drink, Charlie."
"Then I'll touch me," I pout, sliding my hand over my stomach and
underneath the lace of my panties.
"Charlie," he croaks, his gaze glued to my hand.
I moan, circling my fingers over my clit. He pulls my panties off and
presses my knees to the bed, his eyes drinking me in.
"You, too," I demand.
He takes his time unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. It seems
like it takes him an hour to push his hand inside his boxers and pull out his
cock. Two pumps and I can see the precum glistening.
"Are you clean?" I pant, unable to tear my gaze away from his hand as
he slides it over his cock.
"Yes," he grinds out.
"Cum on me. Please," I beg, seeing the hesitation in his eyes.
He pulls my hand away from between my legs, his jaw muscle jumping
as he leans over me, sliding the head of his cock back and forth over my
clit. "Fuck, Charlie." He moans, thrusting into his hand as he comes.
I try to pull my hand away from his hold, desperate to touch myself, but
he swats it away. "Let me look at you for a second. You look so fucking hot
with my cum dripping down your pussy."
"Fuck," I groan, his words stoking the flames higher. "Lachlan, please."
He gathers his cum with his thumb and uses it as lubrication, slowly
rolling the bundle of nerves and forth. "Does that feel good?" He places two
fingers on either side of my clit, squeezing them together as he rocks his
fingers over me. "I can't fucking wait to bury my cock in you, Charlie. You
know why?" he rasps, concentrating on his hand between my legs.
"Why?" I moan, bucking my hips.
"Because it will feel like coming home." He lowers his face between my
legs and sucks me into his mouth. I gasp, biting my hand to stifle my
scream. He lets go of my wrist to keep my thighs pressed to the bed, and I
immediately thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His low
chuckle vibrates against my skin, sending me over the edge.

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rom the moment I wake up, my heart beats like a drum. Camping with
Jack. Alone. Goosebumps race down my arms as I pull on a t-shirt and
leggings, skipping underwear for reasons I absolutely will not
acknowledge.
I turn on the kettle and make tea, too wound up to risk coffee. Jack
knocks softly on the door as I plop in the tea bags. The butterflies in my
stomach go haywire. I take a deep breath and open the door, pushing a mug
into his hands.
"You ready?" he asks gruffly, nodding his head in thanks.
"Yep." I swing my backpack over one shoulder and grab my tea.
He raises an eyebrow. "No coffee this morning?"
"Nope!" I say, acting like it's completely normal.
His eyes narrow, but he doesn't say anything as he follows me outside.
He takes my bag and opens the door for me. He throws my bag in the back
on his way around the truck and hops in, hissing as the tea spills over the
rim and onto his hand.
"Let me hold it." I say, setting my mug on the dash, my hand covering
his as he works his fingers out of the handle. I swear my skin sparks when
we touch. I inhale sharply, my senses narrowing to that small touch. I look
up at him when he doesn't let go. He's focused on my lips, his pupils
dilated. He slides his seat all the way back and I move without fully
meaning to, keeping my hand over his, the mug between us as I straddle
him.
"Let go," he says gruffly, pulling the mug out of my hand before tossing
it out the window.
"Hey!"
"I need both of my hands right now," he says, caressing my face, his
whisky eyes capturing my soul.
"Good morning," I whisper, suddenly feeling shy.
"Good morning, Sassenach." His gaze tracks his fingers as they explore
my face like he's memorizing this moment – memorizing me. My heart
swells, physically hurting. I blink back tears. His fingers tremble against my
lips. He catches a tear with his thumb. "I feel it, too," he says softly, taking
a deep, shuddering breath.
"This—" I start, determined to remind him why this won't work. Can't
work.
"Don't," he interrupts. "I can see the wheels turning in your head,
Charlotte. Stop overthinking everything. Just live in this moment. Be
present."
I link my arms behind his head and brush my lips against his, the kiss
slow and sweet. His fingers sweep over my ribs, and I arch into him,
needing more. He chuckles against my mouth, moving his hands in lazy
circles higher and higher on my sides. He slides the back of one finger over
the side of my breast; I bite back a moan. He pulls back, looking me in the
eyes.
"I want to hear how I make you feel, Charlotte."
"Yes, sir," I say, trying to be sarcastic, but the words are breathless and
heavy with need. Gaze darkening, his hands coast across the sides of my
breasts, then cover them, kneading. I push into him, desperate for his touch.
He pulses against my center as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. My
eyes roll back, my body rocking against him. I don't hold back my moan
this time. My body is strung tight, so close.
"Good girl," he whispers against my ear, his voice vibrating over my
skin.
Oh, God. I whimper, and he answers with a moan, his mouth slamming
down on mine.
"Get a room!" Isla yells at us as she stomps past us on the way to grab
something from her car.
"We'll have to finish this later," Jack growls, lifting me and depositing
me back in my seat. "Buckle up."
I'm still throbbing forty-five minutes later when we pull into the ferry
parking lot.
"What do you want to do while we wait?" he asks, giving me a
ridiculously sexy wink.
"NOT that," I say, looking at the cars surrounding us. I think for a
second. "How about another game of truth or dare?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Okay."
"You first. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
I start small. "What is the number one thing you want to accomplish in
the next ten years?"
He doesn't even think before answering. "I want to have kids."
His words are a knife to my heart. Fuck, that hurts. I suck in a breath
and blink rapidly to clear my vision. I turn my face away from him, not
wanting to have to explain my reaction.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth," I whisper.
"Tell me about when you've been the happiest."
"Honestly?"
"Yes, Charlotte." His gaze is intense.
"Probably the last month or so." My laugh borders on hysteria. "How
lame does that sound?"
"Not lame," he says, his voice gruff.
"Truth or dare?" I volley back, desperate to get the attention away from
myself.
"Dare." There's a challenge in his eyes.
"I dare you to tell me how you feel about me." The words fall from my
lips before I can think, my heart beating a loud staccato against my ribs.
He turns in his seat, holding my gaze. "I don't need a dare to tell you,
Charlotte. From the second we met, my soul has been orbiting yours. I can't
take a breath without wanting it to be filled with you. You're the first thing
on my mind when I wake up in the morning and the thing on my mind
when I go to sleep." He cups my face, running his thumb over my bottom
lip. "I've lost count of the number of times I've fucked my hand, imagining
it's your lips wrapped around my cock.
"How's that for lame?" he asks, flashing a crooked smile.
"Not lame," I croak, fanning myself.
"Oh, just wait, Sassenach," he warns as he puts the car in drive and
follows the vehicle in front of us onto the ferry.
"So, where exactly are we going?" I ask as I unbuckle, my eyes glued to
the way his pants are pulling over his ass as we wind our way through cars
to the stairs. Jack turns suddenly, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me
against the wall in the stairwell. My breath whooshes out of me as he palms
my throat, forcing my chin up to meet his gaze. "What are you doing?" I
rasp, resisting the urge to climb him like a tree.
"Replacing a horrible memory." His lips move against mine in a slow,
sensual dance. I moan and open for him, sucking his bottom lip into my
mouth. He groans against me, sliding his hand into my hair and grasping it
tightly. I gasp into his mouth, and he growls in response, raining kisses over
my jaw and down my neck. My eyelashes flutter open when I hear a giggle;
a little boy with big brown eyes is staring at me over his mom's shoulder,
waving at me with a sticky hand.
"Memory replaced," I whisper, gently extricating myself from his grasp.
I link my fingers with his and pull him up the stairs. He prowls after me, his
beast barely caged, each puff of breath against my neck sending tremors to
my core.
I pick seats in a dark corner, sit against the wall, and turn to him. "You
never told me where we're going."
He chuckles, "The Quirang. It's a hilly region in Skye. You're going to
love it."
"I'll love anywhere if I get to go there with you," I say as I dig for my
book in my backpack.
"Really?" He grins, his amber eyes sparkling as he tugs the book out of
my hands.
I laugh. "Really."
He looks at the book's cover, then back up at me, his eyebrow raised.
"What is this?"
I try to snatch the book from his hand, realizing too late that the cover
has three barely clothed men on it, but he pulls it out of my reach. He opens
it, flipping through pages, color slowly rising to his cheeks.
Mortification stains my face scarlet.
"How long have you been reading books like this, mo chridhe?"
"Why does that matter?" I ask, intimidated by the look in his eyes.
"Because I want to know how long your heart has been yearning for us.
I want to know how long your body has been begging to be worshipped by
more than two hands and one tongue."
I lick my lips, feeling extraordinarily vulnerable. I meet his golden gaze,
"Years. Since I was sixteen."
His deep chuckle skitters over my skin, lodging in my core. "And I was
worried we were dragging you to the dark side without you fully
understanding what you were getting into." He tips my chin up, studying
me. "But you want it, don't you?"
"More than anything," I confess, the words tumbling from my lips.
"Such a dirty girl." The baritone of his voice slides through my veins,
fire and ice colliding between my legs. My eyes flutter closed as the
throbbing intensifies. "I can't wait to see you on your knees begging for it
like a good girl." A shiver courses through me, his breath hot against my
ear.
"Not until I make you beg first," I rasp, gasping as he pushes a finger
between my legs, my clit rolling under his fingertip.
"We'll see about that," he growls, his body blocking me from anyone
passing by as his hand works between my legs. He pulls away suddenly,
tweaking my nipple before pulling out his phone.
"Jack," I whimper, " Please."
"Who's begging now, mo chridhe?" He cups my face, pulling at my
bottom lip, his gaze slightly unfocused. I lick his thumb, sucking it into my
mouth, swirling my tongue over him.
"Fuck," he mutters, then pushes it in farther. I hollow my cheeks, and he
pulls away abruptly. "You're fucking dangerous." He eyes me, something
primal in the set of his jaw, in the lines bracketing his mouth.
A spark ignites in response, lighting up a wild, insatiable part of me that
I've kept buried all these years, and that's the moment I realize I can finally
let my freak flag fly.

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s we pull into the campsite, the hills open into a wide valley draped in
green velvet. The beauty has my heart pounding in my chest, like
something inside me is screaming, 'This is home! This is where you
belong!'.
"This is incredible," I murmur as Jack opens my door.
"It is, isn't it, lass? Do you want to hike it first?" I nod, my hand
disappearing inside his as he helps me from the truck. Instead of releasing
me, he tucks both of our hands in the front pocket of his jacket as we turn
and gaze at the view. "My grandad used to bring me here every summer.
Those are some of the best memories of my childhood."
"Will you tell me more about how you grew up?" I ask, the sudden urge
to know everything about him gripping me by the throat. He pulls my bag
and his pack from the back of the truck and straps it on, grabbing my hand
again as we head toward the trail.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
He chuckles. "The three of us lived in the manor house with our parents
until they died when I was thirteen."
My stomach drops. "Jack, I had no idea. You don't have to tell me about
it if you don't want to."
"It's okay, lass. It was a long time ago." He smiles, his eyes sad. "They
were on an anniversary trip and had taken a private plane to the Orkneys.
The wind was terrible that day. The pilot lost control."
"God, I'm so sorry."
"They died together, Sassenach. That's all anyone could ask for. After
that, we moved onto the estate with our grandad. It must have been a huge
burden for him, but he never let on. He was an amazing man. I wish you
could have met him – you would have loved him."
"I’m sure I would have," I murmur, wistful.
"All three of us went to university, but we couldn't stay away long, and
came right back right after graduation. Harris is home. It just doesn't feel
the same anywhere else."
I'm envious of that. My home never felt like anything other than a
house. I've never had a special connection with a place. At least not until I
came to Scotland. I push that thought to the back of my mind to examine
later.
"So you took over the estate once your grandad died?"
Jack nods. "I'm the only one that actually wanted the responsibility, so I
took it on. It's a challenge almost every day, but I love it."
"What's your favorite part about managing it?" I ask, curious about what
makes him so passionate.
"Probably when this little auburn-haired lass shows up to feed my
sister's pony," he teases, winking.
"Jack," I groan, "Seriously!"
He stops walking and faces me. "I'm being completely serious."
I blush and push up on my tiptoes to kiss him, balancing myself with a
hand on his chest.
The entire hike is an experience I'll never forget. I've never been
anywhere that's so wide open. So wild. So free. It makes my heart sing. We
hold hands the whole way, neither of us wanting to let go after finally
taking that step. When we return to the vehicle, Jack starts setting up camp,
transforming his truck into something I didn't even know was possible.
There's a sleeping area on top of the bed cover, a makeshift kitchen, and a
small firepit that he can pack out.
"This is homey," I grin, butterflies beating against my stomach.
"I'm glad you think so, lass. I know this isn't for everyone."
"I spent the last five years doing hard labor outside. This is a vacation."
His lips twist into a grimace, but he doesn't say anything, just rolls his
shoulders back and shifts into dinner mode. He has me trim the ends of the
asparagus as he heats oil in a pan. I watch as he washes rice and puts it on
the burner, then he pulls smoked salmon and butter from the cooler. He
sheds his jacket and sweater, leaving him in only joggers and a tee. The
evening light highlights the veins in his arms, but that's not the only thing
it's accentuating, and I can't stop my gaze from bouncing down until I
finally give up trying to be good and close my eyes.
This is torture. My brain tells me to run. It tells me to spare both of our
feelings and get the fuck out. Jack wants kids. I can't have kids. He lives in
Scotland. I don't. End of Story. Besides the fact that I'm still fucking
married. But my heart sings a different tune. Especially when he looks at
me the way he's looking at me right now.
"What?" I ask, trying to hold in my smile and failing miserably.
"I'm just thinking about how perfect today was. And about how hot you
are." He grins, abandoning the stove and wrapping me in a bear hug, lifting
my feet off the ground. I wind my arms around his neck and hug him back.
Tears prick my eyes as the realization hits that I have someone solid in my
life I can lean on – several someones, actually. It feels so goddamn good.
"Why does it seem like we've known each other forever?" Jack
mumbles against my neck.
"I have no fucking clue," I whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek,
suddenly feeling shy. There are stars in his eyes, his gaze reverent. He
smiles at me as he sets me back on the ground, my heart fluttering in my
chest.
"God, ignore me," he laughs.
"Never." I grab his face and bring it to mine, kissing him hard before
pushing him toward the pan.
He pulls the asparagus out of the pan, sears the salmon, and then starts
on a sauce. After whisking for a couple of minutes, he calls me over.
"Something's off about the sauce. Will you try it and tell me what you
think?" He dips his finger in and holds it out to me, his eyebrow cocked, a
challenge in his eyes.
It takes me less than a second to let lust take over, and then I'm swirling
my tongue around his finger, sucking him in to his third knuckle. The sauce
is divine, creamy with a tang of lemon. Perfectly seasoned. I release his
finger with a pop and lick my lips. "It's perfect." I give him an exaggerated
wink as he stands there, his lip caught in his teeth, nostrils flared.
"Fucking hell, Charlotte." He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to
him, crushing his lips to mine. I tug on his beard, pulling him even closer.
He breaks the kiss, picking me up and placing me in one of the camping
chairs. "If we don't stop, dinner will burn."
Several minutes later, Jack hands me a plate and a mug and sits in the
chair beside me. "You feel it too, don't you?"
"Yes," I whisper, terrified to admit it.
He nods and takes a bite of his food. "Eat," he commands.
Yes, sir. Hmph. He watches as I lift the fork to my mouth, his gaze
darkening when my lips close around the tines.
He takes a few more bites before talking again. "Have you decided to
stop running yet?"
I swallow, gulping down some water to wash it down. "I don't want to
leave," I say honestly.
"Really?"
"Yes—but that doesn't mean I won't have to. There's the divorce. The
visa. There are a lot of things out of my control."
"We'll deal with that when they come. Just promise me you won't run,
Charlotte."
"I promise." I take a deep breath. "Just promise me you'll take it slow.
Rob was the only guy I had ever been with until recently. So I am very, very
out of practice."
"Tell me more about the guy in Portree," Jack says, "I kept meaning to
ask, but it seems like there's not much time to talk when we're together." He
smirks before biting down on a piece of asparagus.
"We dated for a few weeks before I came here. He had to leave the
country for work."
"Lucky fucker," he laughs. "Who was it? I know almost everyone
there." He pulls a beer from the cooler, pops the top, and takes a long pull.
I clear my throat, a little uncomfortable with that possibility. "You know
Millie that owns the bookstore?"
Jack freezes, his eyes wide.
"Her son," I finish.
Jack splutters, his eyes watering. He stares at me, a strange expression
on his face. "You broke his heart, didn't you?" he asks.
"I hope not. Maybe?" I bury my face in my hands, feelings rushing
back. I miss Cam—a lot.
"Even if you did, he's still a lucky fucker." He chuckles. "You probably
made his entire life, Sassenach."
"I did not; if anything, it was the other way around." I think back to the
night in the bookstore and bite my lip.
"Trust me." He takes the plate from my hands and pulls me into his lap.
I lean back against him, and he rests his chin on my shoulder.
"I have to tell you something, but I don't want you to get upset."
My heart drops.
"Cameron was our university roommate."
"Oh my God! Really? Why would that upset me?"
He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to connect the dots.
Oh fuck.
Their roommate. The roommate Lach said he sometimes ... fuck. My
stomach tightens as heat pools between my legs.
"Please tell me you're joking. That I didn't manage to sleep with all of
you within a month and a half." Mortification seeps into my bones.
Jack clears his throat. "Let me remind you that we haven't technically
fucked yet."
"God, what are the chances?" I giggle, the absurdity of the situation
sinking in. An unladylike snort leads to full-on belly laughs.
"Seems like it was meant to be, doesn't it?" Jack says, wiping a tear
from my cheek. "I think we have a call to make when we get home?"
"We do?" I sober up immediately. Telling Cameron I'm in a relationship
with his two best friends is not something I have any desire to do.
"Don't you think he deserves to know?"
"What if he hates me?" I whisper.
"Why would he hate you?"
"Even I hate myself for moving on so quickly."
"So, you're completely over him, are you? You don't think about him
anymore? You don't miss him?"
"How can someone not miss Cameron?" I sigh, snuggling into his chest.
"Exactly. I have a feeling things are about to get a little more interesting,
Sassenach."
I don't know what that means, but I like the sound of it.

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squirm in his lap, trying to get comfortable. His fingers press into my
hips, keeping me still.
"Stop. Moving."
I look at him out of the corner, raising my eyebrow. "You're a bossy
motherfucker, aren't you?"
"The correct answer is 'Yes, Sir.'"
He pulses under me. A warning? A promise? Desire blazes through me,
setting my skin on fire.
"Understood?"
I want to fight against his controlling tone, but lust grips me by the
throat, and I can only nod.
"Good girl. Do you want dessert?"
Only if it's you. "Yes, please," I whisper, the words strangled.
I help him clean out the pan and heat the crepes. He plates them and
cuts up the strawberries while I drizzle the Nutella. I swipe my thumb over
the spoon and smear it over his bottom lip.
"Let me help you with that." I stand on my tiptoes and run my tongue
over his lip. I suck the Nutella off his lip, sweeping my tongue into his
mouth to get the last traces of it. He groans and bands his arms around my
back, biting my lip before pushing his tongue into my mouth.
The smell of something burning breaks through the haze.
"Shit," Jack murmurs against my lips. Without breaking our kiss, he
reaches behind me and turns the burner off. He angles my head, his hands
engulfing both sides of my face. I moan as he pushes his fingers into my
hair and tugs. His hands trail down my back, his pace maddeningly slow.
He reaches my waistband, and I arch, begging him with my body to move
his hands lower. He stops, breaking our kiss, trailing his lips over my jaw,
down my neck, and over my collarbone. My nipples ache for his touch. He
swirls his tongue over the hollow of my throat, chuckling against my skin
when I mewl and squirm against him.
He pulls back a little to look at me. "Let's eat."
"Only if it's me."
"We have all night, Charlotte. You'll need your energy."
"Fine," I say, taking the plate from him.
"It doesn't bother you that I'm moving faster with Lach?" I blurt, the
thought suddenly occurring to me, the words tumbling from my lips before
I can reel them back in.
"It's not a contest, Sassenach. Your relationship with him is between the
two of you. Our relationship is between us."
"God, you're perfect. Where have you been my whole life?"
"I've been here. Waiting for you, mo chridhe." He cups my chin, pulling
my lips to his. "Now eat," he says gruffly, motioning for me to sit by the
fire.
After popping the last bite into my mouth, I lick my fingers, staring into
the fire.
"Penny for your thoughts," Jack says, his golden eyes studying my face.
I laugh. "I think there has to be a mischievous divine being that planned
out every chaotic step that has led me here. I still can't quite believe how
much has changed in a couple of months."
"You're fucking telling me," he chuckles, leaning forward to put his
elbows on his knees. "I feel like every piece of my soul – no matter how
minuscule – is repositioning itself to make a home for you at the very center
of my being."
"Jack—"
"Don't," he says, cutting me off. "I don't need you to say anything back.
I just want you to know." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and fiddles
with it for a second before the song 'Turning Page' comes on. I take the
hand he holds out to me, melting into him as he pulls me close. We sway
together for several seconds before he spins me away from him, drawing
me back into his arms.
"I think it's time for bed," he murmurs against my lips as the song ends,
breaking away from me to extinguish the fire. I help him tidy up, my heart
in my throat the entire time. Effervescent anticipation sparks through me,
snuffing out everything except the feel of his hands, the smell of his skin,
the timbre of his voice.
"Go," he says, smacking my ass and motioning for me to climb up into
the tent.
I scramble up the ladder, twisting to face Jack as he prowls after me. He
looks feral, his eyes glowing in the lantern light, the rest of his face cast in
shadow. I yelp when he doesn't stop, pushing me back until I'm against the
side of the tent. He sits on his heels and pulls me onto his lap, nesting my
heat over his hard length.
"Fuck. You are going to be the death of me," he grinds out, restraint
etched in the lines of his face.
The tension from today – from every day – is compressed like a spring
inside of me, just waiting to be released. I rock against him, desperate for
relief. I moan as stars explode behind my eyelids.
He grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "There you are, my
beautiful selkie," he murmurs, rolling his hips against me. He flips me
around and lays on his back, straddling my legs over his hips. I moan as he
pulls me down slowly, the head of his cock pressing against my clit.
There are way too many layers of clothes between us.
I want him inside me. Now.
I lean forward and clutch his shoulders, his muscles bunching under my
fingers as I ride him. I look down to where we're pressed together. The tie
on his shorts is barely hanging on, creating a gap between his abdomen and
waistband. His cock is right there. I slide down, taking his shorts with me,
the head of his cock peeking out. Wide and smooth and perfect.
God. I don't think I've ever wanted something so badly.
I push his shirt up his chest. If I'm getting there – and I am – he is too. I
have a score to even up. I look at him through my eyelashes, trying to
control my breathing.
"Charlotte," he groans, protesting. I tilt my pelvis, dragging my clit over
him, shuddering as it catches on the ridge. "Fuck," his voice trembles.
"Don't you dare tell me to stop."
"Don't. Fucking. Stop," he grinds out, arching underneath me as I rock
back.
He grips my hips, pulling me forward and pushing me back the entire
length of his shaft.
"Oh God," I moan, looking between us, at the drop of pre-cum just
begging to be tasted.
"Look at me. Now." He grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze.
My heartbeat ratchets up even higher, the command in his voice calling
to something deep inside me. His gaze is hooded, smoky whisky eyes
ensnaring me. He groans in frustration, jerking his hips against mine.
"These need to go." He reaches between us and rips open the entire crotch
seam of my leggings. He holds my hips still, breathing hard, a fraction of an
inch between us.
"We are not fucking tonight, Sassenach. Don't even try. I just need to
feel you on me." He settles me over his length, steel sliding against silk. I
swear, moaning his name as I undulate my hips, rolling my clit back and
forth over him.
Just another half an inch and he'll be in me. I clench around nothing. I
close my eyes and whimper, struggling for restraint, wanting nothing more
than to impale myself on him.
"Open your eyes."
I do.
"What do you need?" He asks, his arms shaking with each push and
pull, his control close to snapping.
"I need to feel you in me." I arch my back as his head catches on my
entrance, then slides past, leaving me desperate to be filled. He reaches
around my thighs and pushes two fingers inside me as I slide back. My
body bows, a low-keening moan coming from deep in my chest. His thumb
circles the sensitive skin of my back entrance and I lose it. I push upright
and hold his hand against me, riding his fingers and the length of his cock,
angling my hips so my clit stays under constant pressure.
Fuck. Yes.
He pushes up to a sitting position as I start to come, gripping my ass
cheeks and pumping himself through my folds. "You're so pretty when you
come for me," he groans into my neck, punctuating each word with a thrust.
We shudder against each other, the flames of ecstasy consuming us until
we're nothing but ashes.

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ight filters through the tent, bathing the interior in a golden glow. Jack
had thrown his arm over my waist in the night, my back snug against
his chest, one leg nudged between mine. I bask in the effervescent
euphoria bubbling under my skin, taking a moment to appreciate the peace
blanketing my heart. I carefully extricate myself from his limbs and climb
down the ladder, the chilly air making me extra thankful for the emergency
pair of joggers I packed yesterday. I rummage around in the cooler and pull
out bread, eggs, bacon, and cheese.
Having the chance to cook him a meal gives me the warm fuzzies – he's
taken such good care of me and has never given me a chance to reciprocate.
I'm just finishing cooking the bacon and eggs when I hear Jack waking up.
He yawns and then pokes his head out of the tent.
"Good morning, mo chridhe," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.
He's adorably rumpled, and I can't help but melt into him the second his feet
are on solid ground. I breathe him in, my cheek pressed to his chest. He
kisses my head, not letting go until I'm the one that pulls away to check on
the toast.
"What do you need help with?" he asks as I slide the eggs onto the toast,
topping them with cheese and bacon.
"Absolutely nothing," I smile, handing a plate to him. "I'm happy to be
able to do something for you finally." I press the coffee and pour it into
mugs, motioning for him to sit before I hand it to him.
"I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm not keeping score. Being near you is
enough."
"Stop," I protest, sitting next to him, setting my mug on the ground
where I'm less likely to spill it all over myself.
"I'm not going to stop, Charlotte. You center my soul. I feel as if I've
barely been living for a long time now – just going through the motions to
get through every day. That night in the pub... God, I wish you could have
felt what I was feeling. What I still feel." He takes a massive bite of his
sandwich, licking the yolk dripping down his finger with one long swipe of
his tongue. My stomach tightens. I take a bite, barely tasting it, emotions
crowding out my senses.
"I felt it too. Still feel it," I say softly, picking up my mug and taking a
careful sip. "It's like fate manipulated every part of my life to bring me to
that one singular moment." I meet his gaze, my heart in my throat,
vulnerability threatening to strangle the breath from my lungs. I swallow
around the lump in my throat. "I think I⁠—"
"Love you." Jack finishes, one side of his mouth tilting up in a sheepish
smile.
"You do?" I blow out a shuddering breath, hope clawing its way up
from the deepest pits of hell.
"Yes, Charlotte. I love you more than I thought I could ever love
someone. It's infiltrated every single molecule in my body, pierced the core
of every atom until I'm positive I wouldn't exist without you."
"How?" I ask, exasperated. "I fucked one of your best friends, and I've
done everything but with the other. How can you still want me?" I blurt it
out, finally voicing the niggling doubt that has been inside me this whole
time.
He stands up and leans over me, palming my throat, his thumb pushing
my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Nothing you do could ever make me
love you less. Do you understand me?" I don't answer right away, and his
eyes darken with frustration. He lowers his mouth to mine, pushing his
tongue past my lips in a fiery kiss that steals my breath away. "Do you
understand?" he asks again.
"Yes! Fuck!" I croak, the enormity of the situation crashing over me.
"This is going to be so messy. The visa, the divorce, I'll have to find a job
and somewhere to stay."
"You won't be doing it alone, Charlotte, we'll be right there by your side
the entire time," he assures me. "We'll sit down with Lach when we get
back and get in touch with Cam. Then we'll take it day by day, okay?" He
cups my jaw, caressing my cheek with his thumb.
I nod. Can I really do this? Move thousands of miles for two – maybe
three – guys that have changed my entire world? My other option is to go
back to the meager existence I had before I came here. Returning to shades
of gray when I've been living in technicolor for the last two months. I can't
imagine going back to that life any more than I can imagine going back to
Rob.
Jack pulls me into his arms, tipping my chin to capture my lips with his.
I open for him, finally surrendering to the inevitability of this. Of him. Of
them.
"What do you say we pack up and head back? I'm anxious to tell Lach
about Cam and figure out a game plan," Jack says, his lips trailing along my
jaw as he speaks.
"He's not going to be mad, is he?" I ask.
"God, no. He'll be ecstatic. He and Cam had a thing going for years but
stopped after Emily broke things off. The feelings are still there, though, as
far as I'm aware." He folds the chairs and throws them into the truck. "You
have no idea how good it will feel for all of us to be together again."
"If Cam agrees to go along with it," I remind him. "How are we going to
get in touch with him?"
"Is he still in Africa?"
"I think so. I haven't heard from him in a couple of weeks."
"Lach has a satellite phone on his boat. We'll try that first," Jack says as
he begins breaking down the camp.
"How do you know who to call?" I ask as I help him fold the bedding.
"I don't, but I'm hoping the university does."
"Where exactly does he teach? Like what part of Scotland?" I ask,
imagining some creepy old school in a remote part of the highlands.
"Lewis."
I gape at him. I never dreamed it would be so close. "Wait,where does
he live?"
"Did the two of you skip the whole getting to know each other part?" he
asks, chuckling as he closes up the back of the truck.
I shrug. "Kind of? I know him but not about him, if that makes sense."
"I'm just teasing you, Sassenach. He lives in the east wing."
"Of the castle?" Every new tidbit of information is a goddamn
revelation.
He nods. "It would just be sitting there empty otherwise. I tried to get
Lach and Isla to move in, too, but they prefer having their own space."
He opens the door for me, and I climb in, protesting as he pulls the belt
across me and buckles me in. "I can do that myself, you know."
"I know." He smiles, planting a warm kiss on my cheek before carefully
closing the door.
"So, don't people with castles usually have titles?" I ask once he's
behind the wheel, my curiosity piqued.
"It depends. The title will always pass down through the generations
regardless of whether they keep their ancestral lands."
"Oh." I think about it for a second. "The castle is your ancestral home,
right?"
He nods.
"Do you have a title?"
"Duke of Dunmore," he says nonchalantly, like he's telling me the grass
is green or the sky is blue.
"You're joking."
He laughs, his eyes sparkling, "I wish you could see your face right
now."
"It's like you live in a fucking fairytale. So that makes Isla...?"
"Lady Isla MacLeod."
"Not Duchess?"
"No, that's reserved for you."
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e're sitting in the driveway waiting on Lach, and I cannot stop
fidgeting. Jack is pacing outside the truck, trying to get a phone
number to reach Cam, leaving me all alone in here with my
thoughts.
Duchess.
I’m sure most girls would be ecstatic. Me? Not so much. It just feels
like one more worry piled on top of all the others.
What If I'm not enough?
Fuck that. Those are Rob's words coming back to haunt me. I scrub my
hands over my face as I try to push the feelings away. I can do this. I
deserve this. I chant the words over and over, desperate to believe them.
"Good news," Jack says as he climbs back in the truck, "They gave me a
number to call."
"Carebear!" Lach grins as he slides in next to me; his sandy hair is
messy and completely adorable.
"I missed you," I murmur, cupping his face and bringing his lips to
mine. I sink into his warmth, basking in the safety and peace I feel being
sandwiched between them.
"I missed you, too. Now, will one of you tell me what the heck is going
on?"
"I'll tell you on the way," I murmur, heat already creeping up my
cheeks.
"On the way to what?" Lach asks, closing his door.
"To the boat?" I say, looking to Jack for confirmation.
"For the love of God, will one of you please tell me what's going on?"
"Cameron," I croak, my heart in my throat, my nerves getting the best of
me.
"What about him?" He raises his eyebrows, waiting. Confusion hits, his
forehead scrunching. "Wait. How do you know about Cameron?"
I open my mouth to explain, but nothing comes out.
"She fucked him," Jack informs him with a huge grin.
"That is not helping," I hiss.
"I don't understand," Lach says, evidently completely lost.
"The guy in Portree—" I start to say.
"Was Cameron," he finishes, understanding dawning. "Well, fuck. We're
going to the boat to call him?"
I nod, studying his face for a clue as to what he's thinking.
He laces his fingers through mine, pulling my hand to his lips. "How do
you feel about it?"
"Me? How do you feel about it? I was worried you'd be disappointed."
"Why would I be disappointed?"
"Because I slept with him. Because I'm complicating everything."
"Life is messy, Charlie. That's part of the fun. Either it will work out
with him, or it won't. We'll figure it out."
He puts his arm around me, and I melt into him. Jack palms my thigh
and squeezes lightly, giving me the reassurance I need.
"If you already slept with him, you know what that means?" Lach
muses, tossing a glance at Jack.
"What?" I ask, my gaze bouncing between them both.
"It means that to make it fair, we each get our first time alone with you,"
Jack says, his hand inching higher on my thigh.
My mouth goes dry. "That makes sense." I like the idea of being
intimate with each of them alone before we... God. Goosebumps race over
my entire body as a vision of tangled limbs flashes through my mind. I lick
my lips. "So, are there rules to this?"
"Assuming Cameron is on board, the four of us will have to sit down
and hash it out," Jack says, moving his hand until his pinkie is wedged in
the crease of my thigh. I swallow a gasp as he slides it toward my center,
my heart beating in my throat.
We turn into a gravel drive, following it around a bend before a cute
little marina comes into view. There are a few dozen boats, most of them
tattered fishing vessels that look like they've spent the last hundred years on
the water.
"There's something I have to tell you," Lach says, extending his hand to
help me out of the truck.
My heart sinks, but I don't have time to respond before Jack butts in.
"Surprise her," he says, "trust me, you'll want to see the look on her
face."
"Hey!" I swat at his arm. "I think finding out that you're a duke is
enough of a surprise for one day." I follow them onto a long dock, gaping at
the boat floating perpendicularly to it. It's the biggest boat I've ever seen. I
wonder if it belongs to someone who summers on the island. Although,
Harris seems like an odd place for that. I bump into Lach when he stops
short, and he grabs me by the shoulders to stop me from tumbling into the
water. I swivel my head around, my gaze snagging on a pretty sailboat.
Larger than I thought Lach could afford, but maybe he got a deal on it. "Is
that her?" I ask, pointing to it. "The Nauti Buoy?" I raise an eyebrow,
pressing my lips together to keep my laugh in.
"Do you really think I would name my boat that?" He asks
incredulously.
"No?" I grimace. "What's the name of your boat then?"
He turns my body toward the yacht. "Meet Whisky Business." My gaze
travels to the bow and I read the name as the words fall from his lips, but
my brain still can't comprehend it.
"I don't—" I stop, looking between them. "That's almost the size of a
fucking cruise ship. You're joking, right?"
"Told you I should have told her first," Lach grumbles to Jack. He turns
to the boat and calls up to someone on deck. A ramp is lowered and I follow
Lach up, my knees like jelly. He jumps off the ramp and turns toward me,
catching me in his arms and carrying me onto the boat. Everything is white
and chrome and blindingly sparkling.
"This is yours?" I breathe, unable to make this boat and Lachlan fit
together. He has never struck me as the ostentatious type, and this is
lightyears beyond that.
"It is."
"Please tell me why someone needs a boat this big."
"And there it is," Jack laughs, "I told you."
"God, I love you," Lach whispers, pulling me into a hug and swinging
me around. "Give me thirty seconds to explain," he says, setting my feet
firmly on the ground, "then you can ask questions and judge all you want."
I nod, not letting on how uneasy this makes me feel – like maybe he's
not the person I thought he was.
"I've been lucky," he begins, "Very lucky. I invested in some businesses
that have done better than I could have ever imagined. I used some of the
money to buy Whisky Business. Most of the year she's used by people with
terminal illnesses to take one last dream vacation. Many of them have
caregivers, nurses, and family that they would have to take with them to go
on a trip. The size of the boat allows for that. I get to use the boat for
pleasure and business, and I also get the satisfaction of knowing that I'm
helping people fulfill their dreams before they die. Win-win."
I'm completely dazed as he takes my elbow and guides me to a gorgeous
semi-circle white sofa, pressing a glass of wine into my hands.
"So..." I try to gather my thoughts and fail miserably. "You're a
millionaire?" I blurt, my cheeks flushing scarlet the second the words leave
my mouth. "Oh God, don't answer that. I'm sorry."
"Billionaire, Carebear," Lach says without preamble. "Not many people
know anything about what I do or what I'm worth, but if we're going to
make this work, we need to be open with each other." He runs his hand
through his hair. "I can't tell you that without also telling you that my goal is
to donate all of my money before I die."
A duke and a billionaire. This life was meant for someone that doesn't
wear jeans and sneakers ninety-nine percent of the time. For someone with
more than a couple thousand dollars in her bank account. Not someone
barely out of a failed marriage with no job and no prospects. Fucking hell.
"Hey." Jack takes my hand in his. "None of this changes anything."
"If you say so," I whisper, finding those words incredibly hard to
believe.
His jaw ticks. "It doesn't. Money and titles mean nothing."
I clamp my mouth shut as Lach returns with a phone in his hand. He
pulls the antenna out and hands it to Jack. "Do you want to do the honors?"
The look Jack gives me tells me our conversation isn't over. He takes
the phone from Lach, looks at a note on his cell, and punches in a number. I
can hear it ringing faintly before Jack greets someone and asks for
Cameron. An expression of annoyance crosses his face before thanking the
other person at the end of the line and hanging up.
"He's not there."
"What do you mean he's not there?" Lach demands.
Jack shrugs. "They said he left two days ago."
"Fuck." Lach runs his hand through his hair.
"What about his cell phone? Maybe he's back in range?"
"Go ahead," Jack says, motioning for me to call. I click the call button,
my heart in my throat. It rings several times before going to an automated
voicemail.
"I'll get back in touch with the university first thing in the morning and
we'll go from there," Jack says, frustration radiating off his skin.
"Well, that was fucking anticlimactic. Come on, let's go home. I'll cook
dinner," Lach grumbles, his shoulders slumped.
Disappointment sours in my stomach as we traipse off the boat. The ride
back is utterly silent, all of us lost in our thoughts.
As we pull into the manor house drive, a cab is parked along the street.
Jack slams on the brakes, all three of us lurching forward, holding our
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whimper as dark curls become visible over the top of the car. I'm
climbing over Lach and throwing open the door before either of the guys
has time to react. I swear it all happens in slow motion. Gravel crunches
under my chucks as I run toward him. He turns. Our gazes collide, stormy
seas taking me under. My name is on his lips as he closes the distance
between us, his arms collapsing around me as I plow into him.
"Charlie," he whispers, his voice cracking, "God, I missed you." We
squeeze each other tight, but it's impossible to feel close enough when
there's clothing between us.
I lean back, taking him in. "Why are you here?"
"I was miserable," he chuckles, shaking his head. "I asked a colleague to
take my place – I left as soon as they arrived."
"Why were you miserable?" I ask, desperate to hear the words
confirming the maelstrom of emotions swirling through me.
He cups my face, the corner of his mouth quirking, "Because the world
is dull without you by my side, my little witch. The spell you have me
under only grew with the distance. All I could think about was the feel of
your skin under my hands, the smell of your hair, the way you taste." He
burrows his face against my neck, "The sounds you make when you cum."
He lifts his head, tilting my chin with one long finger, "Your turn. How are
you here?"
"We'll discuss that inside," Jack says gruffly, coming up behind us.
Cameron spins around, keeping one hand on my hip, "Jay!" He reaches out
and they complete a complicated handshake before Jack pulls him into a
hug. "It's good to see you, man."
"Cam." Lach greets him and pulls him into a fierce embrace, winking at
me over his shoulder. Cameron looks between me, Jack, and Lach, trying to
puzzle out the mystery of the century.
"I'm going to need a drink, aren't I?" He asks, taking his bag from the
cab driver and slipping a bill into his hand.
"Several," I confirm, my heart in my throat. What if he doesn't want
this? What if it's too much? We follow the guys toward the house, but I pull
him back before entering. "Wait, aren't you exhausted? Do you want to get
some sleep first?"
"I won't be sleeping for a while, Charlie," he whispers, catching my
bottom lip between his teeth. The doorbell digs into my back as he presses
me against the front of the house, one hand pulling me flush against him,
the other fisted in my hair. My body ignites as he slides his tongue against
mine, deepening the kiss. He tilts my hips, pressing his cock against me. I
moan into his mouth as he slowly rolls his hips, lighting my world on fire.
He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling. "I
need you, Charlie. Can this wait? I want to take you home."
I shake my head, "It can't wait, I'm sorry," I whisper, my breath catching
in my throat, shuddering out of me on a stifled sob.
"Okay." He breathes in deeply, steadying himself. "Let's go inside and
get this over with." He brushes his lips over mine one last time before
stepping away and tidying himself.
I follow him inside, my gaze roaming over him, barely believing he's
here. And now I have to tell him what I did–what I'm doing. What I want to
do. Fuck.
We find them in the kitchen, Jack is sitting at the counter with a cup of
coffee and Lach is pulling ingredients out of the fridge.
"I spiked it with Bailey's," Jack says, pushing two more mugs toward
Cam and me, motioning for us to sit.
Cam takes a long sip and groans. "I've missed your coffee." He eyes all
of us, taking in Jack's bouncing knee, Lach's concentration on the fridge,
and my teeth lodged in my bottom lip. "Rip off the bandaid," he says,
squeezing my knee.
"It's not her fault," Jack mutters, but I hold up my hand to stop him.
"It is my fault. I should be the one to tell him." I take a sip of my coffee,
collecting my thoughts. I look up at Cam, memorizing the way his curls fall
over his forehead, how his glasses frame oceans of expression, the sharp cut
of his jaw, his dimples barely peeking out. I take a deep breath and begin.
"After you left, I started working on the tree in the pub in the afternoons.
Jack was bartending one night and offered to help me... so, I stayed. He
made me dinner, helped me with my work, danced with me, and drove me
back to the flat on his bike."
"Well, fuck. I never had a chance, did I?" he says, looking over at Jack,
his chuckle devoid of humor.
"Just wait 'till I'm done, okay?" I take his hand in mine, tracing his
fingers. "We didn't get each other's numbers before I left Portree and came
here."
"Here?"
I nod. "I rented the cottage."
"What are the fucking chances?" He shakes his head in disbelief.
"Exactly. I met Lach when I checked in and, well.."
"I didn't have a chance," Lach says, his gaze leaving the potato in his
hand and landing on me.
"Can you feel it?" I rasp, looking back at Cam.
"Feel what?" he asks, licking his lips.
"The inevitability of this. Of us," I circle my hand, encompassing the
four of us. "I feel like I'm going to suffocate in it."
"The inevitability of what, Charlie? I want you to say exactly what you
mean so there's no misunderstanding."
I clear my throat and straighten, squaring my shoulders. "You. Me. Jack.
Lach. All of us. Together."
"Fucking, you mean?"
"Not just fucking. Living. Loving."
He scrubs his hands over his face. "I don't know if I'm strong enough to
do that again," he says, his gaze lingering on Lach.
"It won't be the same," Jack insists, downing the rest of his coffee in one
gulp, re-filling his mug with a healthy pour of Bailey's.
"You don't know that."
"Yes, we do," Lach says, meeting Cam's gaze. "For one, we're not in
college anymore. We've all matured since then. We're much better at
communicating now. Second, she's nothing like Em. Third, she doesn't want
sex to be separate. She wants us together."
"You do?" he asks me, hope in his words. "What about us?" he
whispers, turning to Lach, his voice so low I can barely hear him.
Lach's lips twist into a smile, "She already knows."
Cam pales a little. "You do?" he asks again.
I nod, trying to hide a smile. "It's fucking hot."
He blows out a heavy breath and throws back his drink, holding his mug
out to Jack. "This is not at all how I was expecting today to go. I came here
hoping to get advice from Isla."
"Did I hear my name?" Isla croaks from the hallway. She shuffles into
the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"Late night last night?" Jack chuckles, pouring her some coffee.
"Very. I kicked him out at four this morning."
"When will you start giving them a chance, Isla?" Lach asks, a hint of
worry in his voice.
"I've been burned too many times to fall for that. Sex is all I need." She
sips her coffee, her eyes swiveling around the room. "Cameron!" she kisses
him on his cheek. "You're back early." She glances down at our intertwined
hands. "It is way too early to try to figure this out." Seh raises an eyebrow at
me. "Charlotte, spill."
"Cameron is the guy I dated in Portree."
"No he fucking isn't," she splutters, choking on her coffee. "You can't
tell me there wasn't some sort of divine intervention here. Absolutely
sickening." She throws a wink over her shoulder before stomping out of the
room.
"We're not doing this only for you to leave in a month, are we?" Cam
asks, chewing on his bottom lip.
I shake my head. "I'll have to go back to the states for the divorce and
figure out a job and visa, but I want to stay." We stop talking as Lach drops
sausages into the skillet, the sizzling too loud to hold a conversation.
"We have something else to talk about," Lach says as he plates the food
on a large platter.
"What's that?" Cam asks, watching him with a look in his eyes that
makes heat pool in my stomach.
"You're the only one that's fucked her," he says, setting the dish in front
of us. There are three large sausages with scoops of mashed potatoes placed
to look like testicles and two links forming a vulva, a tiny pearl onion where
the clit should be. I giggle, snort, and then giggle even more.
"You goddamn son of a bitch," Jack laughs.
"It's a masterpiece," Cam says, his eyes sparkling with laughter, "but
can we get back to what you just said?"
"That you're the only one that's fucked her?" Lach asks, pulling a stool
to the other side of the counter.
"Yes, that."
"We've talked about it briefly, and I think the only thing to do would be
to even up the score."
Cameron nods thoughtfully. "You're good with that?" he asks me,
putting food on my plate before filling his own.
"I think it's the only way to start this off on fair footing. Then I think sex
should only be when we're all there."
"What about other stuff?" Lach asks, biting into his sausage.
My cheeks heat as my imagination takes over. "I'm okay with other stuff
being separate as long as the actual sex is all of us together. What do you
guys think?"
"What about Cameron and I?" Lach asks. "If we decide to explore that
again?" he elaborates, his words tentative.
"I think it should be the same rules."
"I agree," Cam says, his cheeks flushed scarlet.
"It's settled then? No group sex until we even up the playing field and
then only group sex from then on?" Jack confirms.
"Agreed," Cam and Lach, and I say in unison.
"How long might that be?" Cam asks, looking at me and then down at
his lap, where his cock is pressed against his thigh.
I lick my lips, remembering that one tiny taste I had in the alley, "Not
long. In the meantime, I have a mouth capable of taking care of that for
you."
"Fuck," he breathes, his jaw flexing.
"I think that's our cue to leave," Jack says, pushing his stool back as he
stands.
"You, maybe," Lach laughs, "this is where I live." He turns to Cam and
me, "Why don't the two of you go to the cottage or back to your apartment
and catch up with each other?"
"Are you guys sure?" I ask, suddenly uncertain in this new territory.
"Yes, Sassenach. Go." Jack gently pushes both of us toward the door. I
turn back toward him to argue but only catch a glimpse of a huge grin and
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y hair whips at my face as I look up at Cam, suddenly shy. "Do you
want to go to the cottage or back to your place?"
"Is there room for me to do what I'm going to do to you in the
cottage?" he asks, tipping up my chin. I shiver as the deep timbre of his
voice rumbles over me.
"No," I croak, licking my parched lips. He guides me over to Jack's
truck and opens the door, motioning for me to hop in.
"Lach can drive him back," he reassures me when he sees my hesitation.
We're pulling into the castle drive a couple of minutes later, a comfortable
silence cocooning us – like we both know there's no point in talking until
we do everything possible. Except fuck. This will be an exercise in
restraint, although I suppose it's good practice for later.
Cam doesn't wait until we're inside. The second he opens my door to the
car, he pushes his hands into my hair and pulls my mouth to his. He slicks
his tongue across my lips and I open, inviting him in. He slides one hand
down my back, around my waist, and up to cup my breast.
"God, I forgot how perfect they are," he mumbles against my lips. I
moan as his fingers close over my nipple, arching into his touch. "Fuck,
Charlie. I have to get you inside. I need to feel your skin against mine." He
links his fingers with mine and pulls me to a side entrance, lifting and
carrying me over the threshold. Our gazes collide, both of us caught in a
torrent of emotion so poignant it brings tears to my eyes.
"I missed you so fucking much," he rasps, setting me down so he can
kiss me properly. I press my body to him, but I know that even when our
clothes are gone, it still won't be close enough. I lean back so I can see his
face, tracing the bow of his lips, the divot in his chin, the sharp sweep of his
jaw, memorizing the tiny flaws that make him imperfectly perfect.
"I think I love you," I blurt, the words tumbling from my mouth before I
can give them the thought they deserve.
"You think?" His dimples flash. "I think I've loved you since you turned
that chair around and sat there listening to me like I was the most
fascinating person you've ever met. I think I've loved you since we stood
outside the bookshop and the mist coated your eyelashes like fairy dust."
He presses his forehead to mine. "I knew I loved you the second I stepped
foot on that airplane to leave and I felt like my life was ending."
I sniffle, then laugh at the irony of it all. "Why did we ever think it was
a good idea for you to go?"
"I haven't the faintest idea. But maybe you wouldn't have met the guys,
and things would be completely different right now."
"You're sure you're okay with all of this?" I ask, needing reassurance.
"I'm positive, Charlie." He runs one fingertip over my eyebrows, down
my nose, lingering on my lower lip. "You're a goddamn supernova. You
pulled us into orbit and now we're all fucked. In the best kind of way."
"You have a way with words that I'll never get enough of," my whisper
is deep and throaty and tells him exactly what I'm thinking about.
"Come on." He pulls me through a maze of hallways, through a
beautiful art gallery with twenty-foot ceilings, into a large open hallway,
and then stops in front of an intricately carved door. He twists the doorknob
but pauses before opening the door, looking at me with a mixture of wonder
and disbelief. "I never thought I would see you standing in front of my door,
looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you want me to drop to my knees right here in the hallway and
make you come until you beg me to stop."
"Yes, please."
He grins and scoops me up before walking into the room and tossing me
onto a gigantic four-poster bed. He crawls up after me, sliding his body
over mine. "You better fuck them quick, Charlie."
I moan, his words sending tremors through my body. I frame his face
with my hands and pull him to me, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing
him deeply.
"What magic is in your kisses that I would willingly drown in them,
little witch?" He asks, pulling away with a groan. He rubs his nose against
mine before rolling off of me. "I have to shower before we take this any
further. Give me twenty minutes?"
I nod, wanting to ask to join him but also respecting how he must feel
after a full day of traveling. "Let me know if you need help," I say, giving
him an exaggerated wink.
"Trust me, we'll be in the shower together by morning. Why don't you
relax while you wait? There's a small bar by the terrace – make us a couple
of drinks?"
"Okay." I smile as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. My breath is ripped
from my lungs as I'm reminded of what he looks like under his button-
downs and chinos. I've never had the time or light to appreciate him
properly, but today – with the opulence of his room as a backdrop – is the
perfect opportunity. He finishes with the last button and slides the shirt off
his shoulders, lithe muscles flexing as he pulls it off and lays it over a chair.
The veins riding over his biceps and forearms are blue smudges under
almost translucent skin.
"Don't look at me like that," he breathes, his nostrils flaring as he pulls
his belt from the loops in one fluid motion.
"Like what?" Like I need him like I need the air I breathe? Like he's the
last morsel of food on this island? Like he's a piece of my heart that I just
realized has been missing my entire life?
"Like you'd rather lick every part of me if it meant I didn't have to leave
you to shower." He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the end of the bed.
I wrap my legs around him as he hovers over me, making me want
things I can't have. "I'll do way more than lick you," I say, my voice husky
with need.
He chuckles. "I'm sure you will, my beautiful girl." He peppers kisses
over my cheek and down my neck, one hand sliding under my shirt and
closing over my breast. I arch into him, urging him on. He pulls my bra to
the side and rolls my nipple between his fingers until I'm writhing under
him.
"Cam, please," I moan.
He groans, breathing me in before sucking my nipple into his mouth,
pulling until my toes curl. Until I'm rocking against him, my body begging
him for more.
"You're so pretty when you beg," he growls, his gaze roaming over my
body, branding me. "Do it again."
Fuck. I clamp my jaw shut, but he only has to roll his hips against me
one more time for me to crack. "Please."
"Tell me what you want."
He moves to my other breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth with
one long, hard pull.
"Fuck!" I sob, squirming under him.
"Tell me," he demands.
"I—" I groan and grind against him as he pulls me back into his mouth.
"I want your mouth—" He slides his hands down my waist, licking a line
down the center of my abdomen. I whimper when he reaches my waistband,
groaning when he stops.
"I'm waiting, little witch."
"I want you to fuck me with your tongue," I say, the last words coming
out on a sob as he rips off my pants and underwear and fastens his mouth to
my clit. My mouth opens on a silent scream as he pushes two fingers into
me, and I come apart, my world fracturing into a million facets, his face
reflecting from every single one of them.

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'm staring up at the angels on the ceiling, boneless and breathless. I
wonder if they're judging me. I study them. Bare breasts. Rosy cheeks.
Hell, maybe they like watching. I chuckle to myself and sit up as I hear
Cam start the shower. I have to hunt for my underwear but leave my pants
on the floor – there's no point in putting them on when he's just going to be
taking them off later. I would never admit it to the guys, but I wish I had
one more time alone with Cam. Every time I think back to the night in the
bookstore I come undone.
I walk to his dresser on shaky legs and pick up a family picture framed
in gold. Cam is front and center – maybe a year old – his parents looking
down at him with absolute adoration in their eyes. A faded polaroid is
propped up next to it. Much younger versions of Jack, Lach, and Cam smile
at the camera, their arms around each other – that kind of easy camaraderie
that only comes from knowing someone your entire life. Judging by how
young and carefree they look, the picture must have been taken in their first
year of university. I wish I had known them back then. My life would have
been so different.
I make my way over to the bar cabinet, pausing at the terrace doors to
admire the view of the expansive grounds. Hundred-year-old trees pepper
the manicured lawn, birds flitting in and out of their branches. I open the
doors and breathe in the bite of the air. Cam may call me a witch, but the
real magic is in the walls of this place. I can feel the history waiting to be
discovered, the vignettes begging to be painted.
A heather-scented breeze ruffles the sheer curtains covering the
windows as I poke around in the liquor cabinet. I keep it simple and pull out
bottles of whisky, simple syrup, and lemon juice. It won't be as good as
freshly made and pressed, but I have a feeling that we won't be paying
attention to what the drink tastes like anyway. I'm stirring the cocktails with
my finger – after an unfruitful search for a utensil – when Cam comes out
of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He leans against
the doorframe, watching me.
I freeze mid-stir. "What?"
He stalks toward me, his gaze burning me alive. He slides his palm from
my shoulder to my hand and pulls it to his mouth, swirling his tongue over
my finger. "Whisky sour?" he murmurs, nipping my skin.
"Mmhmm." My gaze narrows to the tip of his tongue as he swipes it
over my skin, soothing the sting of his bite. All I can think of is how badly I
want him to do that between my legs.
"Let's drink them out on the terrace."
"Like this?" I ask, looking down at my bare legs.
"Who's going to see?"
"Good point." I follow him out the door, dark gray flagstone cold
against my bare feet. "This is beautiful," I breathe, slowly turning to take it
all in. I prop my hip on the intricate balustrade and take a sip of my drink.
"Yes, it is," he rasps, his eyes on me. He sits at an iron garden table, his
legs spread wide, the towel barely covering him.
"Cam," I groan. I set my drink down and drop to my knees between his
legs.
"Charlie, you don't need to do that."
I chuckle. "Yes, I do." I slide my palm up his thigh, slowly pushing the
towel away. "I need to do this like I need to breathe." I lick my lips and look
up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes darken as I bend to press a kiss to
the inside of his knee. When he doesn't stop me, I lick, kiss, and bite my
way up his muscled thigh. I snake my hand under the towel and pull it from
where he has it tucked, letting it fall to the sides of the chair.
Fuck. Me.
I didn't have the chance to appreciate this the last two times, and God,
do I regret that. A breath shudders past my lips as I lift him from his thigh
and slide my hand over smooth velvet and hard steel. His balls are high and
tight and fucking perfect.
"You were made by the gods, Cameron. There's no other explanation."
He only groans in response as I run my tongue over his head and then
blow lightly, getting perverse satisfaction from the chill that tremors
through his body. He pushes my hair away from my face as I lick him from
the base to the tip, rolling my tongue over that bit of sensitive skin at the
end. His hand spasms around my neck, his careful restraint close to
snapping.
I want him out of control. I want him begging.
I alternate licking and sucking the smooth skin of his scrotum, heat
pooling between my legs at the guttural curse he utters as I pass my tongue
over his perineum. "You like that?" I murmur, massaging him with the tip of
my tongue. He thrusts his hips into the air, groaning. His breaths come hard
and fast as he looks down at me, his dark ringlets dripping from the shower.
"Tell me what you want," I say, my voice husky with need as I struggle
to control my breathing.
Cam leans forward, one finger tilting my chin up to him. There's a set to
his jaw I haven't seen before, a primal gleam in his eyes. "I want you to
fucking eat me alive, little witch," he growls, his nostrils flaring. "I want to
scream your name until my throat is raw. I want to feel like you're sucking
my soul out of my body through my cock. I want to see tears coursing down
your cheeks as I fuck your throat, and then I want to taste what's weeping
down your thighs after I cum. I want to drown in you and for you to
suffocate on me. Is that clear enough for you?"
"Crystal," I croak, my body thrumming like a live wire.
Loud clapping startles me; I press a hand to my chest as I turn to see
Jack and Lachlan standing about twenty feet away, shit-eating grins
plastered on their faces. I tense and start to move away from Cam, but his
hand on my shoulder keeps me in place.
"Very eloquent," Lach chuckles, biting his lip and waggling his
eyebrows at us.
"What are you two doing here?" I ask, vulnerability and lust ping-
ponging through me.
"We talked and decided it wasn't fair to ask you to abstain when you
haven't seen each other for weeks," Jack says. He holds out a paper bag for
me to take. "The only thing we ask is that you use these. In fact, we all need
to be using them, or our first time together won't be what any of us are
hoping for."
I take the bag from him and peek inside, not surprised to see the butt
plugs and lube.
"We'll leave now," Lach rasps, his gaze volleying between Cam's cock
and my mouth. "We'll be out here this evening in case you want observers."
He winks, but the erection pressing against his pants makes it abundantly
clear that he's not joking. The idea of them watching Cam destroy me lights
me up like a damn Christmas tree.
I look up at Cam, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. A slow grin
spreads across his face as he catches my meaning.
"I think our little witch wants you to watch," Cam chuckles, caressing
my cheek with his thumb.
A sharp intake of breath has me glancing up at Jack, his whisky gaze
drawing me in. "Is that what you want, Sassenach?"
Absofuckinglutely I do.
Lust has my vocal cords in a chokehold, so I can only nod.
"You two finish here, and Lach and I will prepare a space that's a little
more comfortable. Why don't we meet for dinner at seven?" Jack asks, not
quite able to keep the smile off his face.
"Perfect," Cam murmurs, his attention on my hand as it creeps up his
thigh.
Jack and Lach turn and head back inside, and I turn back to Cam,
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ameron watches me, waiting, one dark curl falling over his brow. His
looks are paralyzing. If you told me he was chiseled from marble and
brought to life by the gods, I would have believed it. I shuffle between
his legs and cup his face between my hands, tracing his lower lip with my
thumb. He pushes his hands into my hair and returns my gaze, something
profound and indescribable traveling between us. I only pull away when I
can no longer ignore the hard cock pressed into my ribs or the throbbing at
the juncture of my thighs.
"May I?" Cameron asks, grasping the hem of my shirt and tugs like he
wants to pull it over my head.
I nod and reach behind me to unclasp my bra, then lift my hands over
my head as he pulls it away from my body.
"Fuck," he groans, palming my tits. I look down at his hands, then
further down to his cock, and sit down on my heels so he's nestled against
the underside of my cleavage. Cam bites his lip as he thrusts up, squeezing
my breasts together to hug his shaft. The visual of the head of his cock
plowing through soft mounds of flesh has me rocking against my foot,
desperate to relieve the ache.
"Don't you fucking dare. That orgasm is mine," he growls, releasing my
breasts to wind a hand in the length of my hair. He pulls me up on my knees
and stands up, his cock only millimeters from my lips.
I look at him through my eyelashes, my heart in my throat. I used to
think giving blowjobs was one of those chores that you do because it has to
be done, but fuck if my mouth isn't watering. I hold his gaze as I slick my
tongue over the drop of pre-cum, groaning as I truly taste him for the first
time. His hand trembles in my hair as I wrap my lips around him, swirling
my tongue over the ridge of his head.
"Charlie, I won't—" his words turn into a moan as I grab his ass and
pull him to me. I hold still as he rocks his hips against me gently. I don't
want gentle. I want him to lose himself in me. I take in more of him until I
gag, pull away, and repeat. I concentrate on my breathing as he slides in,
opening my throat and praying to the gods that I can do this for him. I
swallow around him and feel him tense, his hands moving to frame my
face, trembling with restraint. Our gazes collide as I draw back, and I let
him see everything I'm feeling. Everything I want. Everything I need.
A strangled sound leaves his throat as his grasp on me tightens. He
thrusts into me, and I greedily accept, moaning around him.
"You're so fucking pretty with your lips around my cock, little witch,"
he grinds out, thrusting again.
It's still not enough. He has the control of a fucking saint. On his next
thrust, I slide my hand over his ass and find the spot behind his balls. I press
on it with my thumb, massaging him, and finally, his head falls back as his
back bows, pleasure overriding his system. He holds my face in a fierce
grip and slams into my mouth. More. I need more. I want it all. I slide my
finger over his cock between thrusts, coating it in saliva. As he pulls back, I
slip my finger between his cheeks and tease the sensitive skin of his
entrance.
"Fuck, Charlie!" he drops his chin to his chest, his gaze ensnaring me.
My avenging angel laying claim to what belongs to him.
I carefully push my finger against the tight ring of muscle, slowly
working my way in until I can feel his prostate. He roars, the animal inside
him taking control as he fucks my mouth with hard, punishing thrusts.
I watch him with streaming eyes as he takes what's his. As I give him
everything I am. His moan skitters over my skin as he pulls my face against
him on one last thrust, his cum hitting the back of my throat in hot spurts.
His grip slowly eases as he comes back down, and then he's wiping away
my tears with his thumbs. He pulls me up, his grip softening to a caress as
he plunders my mouth. He peels off my underwear and walks me back until
my thighs hit the balustrade and I’m forced to sit. The rough stone scrapes
against my skin as he presses my thighs open and drops between them.
"Did sucking my cock make you wet, Charlie?" He asks before catching
the desire dripping down the insides of my thighs with his tongue, his lips
vibrating against me as he moans. He slides his tongue along my slit before
sucking my clit into his mouth. My back bows and I hang on to his head,
trying to ride him and not fall simultaneously. "Stand up," he says gruffly,
realizing my predicament. I stand and he moves so his back is against the
balustrade and then turns me to face him. "One knee on the railing, your
hands wherever you need them to stay steady."
I nod and close the distance between us, my pussy fitting to his mouth
as I place my knee on the balustrade. My knees almost buckle when he
immediately sucks me in, and I grasp onto his hair as I ride his face.
A warm hand slides over my hip, I groan as Lach’s scent drifts over me.
"May I?" He asks, holding up the paper bag with one finger, his hazel
eyes hopeful and hungry.
I look down at Cameron, angling my pelvis away so he can talk.
"It’s up to you, Charlie. It'll always be up to you," he mumbles as he
pulls me back to his mouth, pulsing his tongue against me.
Can I do this? Can I be with all three of them like this? "Yes, " I answer
Lach, my voice trembling as I swivel my head in search of Jack.
"Jay!" Lach calls out, not taking his eyes off me for a second. "You're
needed!"
Jack comes out onto the terrace midway through rolling up his sleeves,
looking sexy as fuck. He stops short, his eyes darkening as he takes in the
scene. "Is that so?" he asks, a smile pulling at his lips. He hops over the
balustrade, strides toward me, and slides his hand over my throat. "I knew
they'd look better around your neck, Sassenach," he breathes, squeezing the
slightest bit before capturing my mouth with his and taking me under.
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shudder as Cam drags his tongue over me. One of Jack's hands is around
my throat, the other grasping my chin, holding me steady as he ravages
my mouth. Lach is behind me, running his hands over my body, palming
my tits, sucking and kissing and licking. They're completely overwhelming
my system and I can't fucking get enough.
Lach drops to his knees behind me and kneads my ass, his thumbs
getting closer and closer to that forbidden place until I squirm in his grip
and push back toward him. He teases me with his tongue, swirling it over
me until I'm moaning into Jack's mouth. I wrap my arms around Jack's neck
just as my legs start to turn to jelly, and he wraps an arm around my waist,
supporting my weight.
Lach steps away for a second, then comes back, his hands spreading my
ass and squirting lube between my cheeks. Cam pushes a finger into me,
rubbing that place inside that feels so damn good. My back arches as I ride
his mouth, giving Lach the opening he needs to massage my ass, ever so
slowly convincing that muscle to give in. A garbled groan tears out of my
throat as he pushes his finger in, sliding in and out of me so gently it makes
me want to scream.
"Are you ready, Carebear?" Lach whispers, pressing cold silicone
against me.
I nod and relax my body, going boneless in Jack's arms, dropping my
head and watching Cam as he laps me up like I'm honey from the promised
land. He pulses the flat of his tongue against my clit as Lach slowly pushes
the butt plug into me. I whimper as it slides home, the feeling so strange but
so good at the same time. I hear Lach unzip his pants, and then he grips my
hip, his other hand working his cock.
God, I want him so deep in me I can feel him in my throat.
Shifting my weight so I can unbuckle Jack's pants, I push them down to
pool around his ankles and pull him out, the weight of him heavy and warm
in my hand.
"Sassenach—" he starts to protest, but I spit on my palm and slide it
down his shaft in one long stroke. He thrusts up to meet me, greedy for the
touch.
"That's what I thought," I murmur, smirking up at him.
Lach grunts and then half moans, half whimpers. Goosebumps race over
every inch of me as I look back and see Cam's hand wrapped around Lach's
cock.
Fuck. I've never been this turned on in my entire life.
I moan as my world narrows to the feel of Jack in my hands, Cam's
steady suctioning on my clit, and the sound of Lach falling apart behind me,
his fingers spasming against my hip with each stroke of Cam's hand. The
guys echo me, Cam's hum vibrating over me, bringing me to the precipice
of something I can't comprehend.
I look up at Jack. "Please let me taste you. Please."
"Charlotte, I can't be gentle when it's like this. I lose control. We can't."
"I don't want you controlled. I want the real you," I rasp, my mouth
starting to water just thinking about him.
"Get out of your head, man. She can take it. She was made for us," Lach
says from between clenched teeth, his eyes glued to Cam's elegant fingers
sliding over his cock.
"You don't fucking understand," Jack growls, his hand sliding back to
my neck. "I want to lay you on the bed and fuck your throat until you can't
breathe. I want to squeeze your throat until I can feel my cock sliding inside
of you underneath my palm."
I stand up and step away from Cam. Jack closes the distance until we're
chest to chest, the balustrade the only thing between us. "And what if I tell
you that's what I want? Will you give it to me, Jack?"
His jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring as he breathes me in, his gaze
traveling down my body. He's about to answer when the sound of Cam
gagging has us looking over. Lach has Cam's hair fisted in his hands and is
ramming into him in measured strokes.
"Fuck," I whimper, my pussy clenching on air.
"Get the fuck over here," Jack grinds out, stepping out of his pants
before lifting me over the balustrade. He lies down in the grass and tries to
pull me down to his mouth, but I turn before lowering myself onto him. He
moans under me, sliding his tongue through me and massaging the sensitive
skin stretched around the butt plug with his thumb. A sound I don't
recognize tears its way out of my mouth from somewhere deep in my body.
I focus on Jack's cock, taking him in both of my hands, one over the other,
squeezing and twisting. He palms my thighs and buries his face in me, his
tongue lapping at my g-spot.
I can hear Lach slamming into Cameron's mouth as I press my clit to
Jack's chin and ride him like a fucking horse. Sliding my tongue over his
head, I give him a gentle warning before licking the precum from his slit.
His abs contract as he angles his hips toward my mouth, but I don't do what
I know he wants. Instead, I press him to his stomach, licking and nibbling
the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock until he's shouting at me to
stop teasing him, goddamnit! He kneads my ass cheeks with both hands and
then lifts me off his mouth, moving me down his body.
"I have to feel you on my cock for just a second, Sassenach," he says,
his voice coarse with need. I hover over him, desperately wanting to sink
down onto him, but I also want to respect his boundaries. He slides himself
through my folds, rolling my clit under the ridge of his head. I whimper,
rocking my hips against him. He positions the head of his shaft at my
entrance and pulses against me, his arms trembling with restraint. I lower
my weight the tiniest bit until he's spreading me, his head on the verge of
entering me completely.
"Not fucking yet," he breathes, wrenching my hips back up to his
mouth.
When he pulls my clit into his mouth, alternating suction with licks, I
know it's time to stop playing. I want us to get there together, and I'm
fucking close. I glance at Lach as I lift Jack's cock, his gaze is volleying
between where Jack's mouth is sealed to my pussy and the way Cameron's
lips are stretched over his cock.
Oh, God. This is too much. I don't waste any time dropping my mouth
onto Jack's cock, bottoming out on his pubic bone. He roars under me, his
mouth wide open against me as his back bows. He grabs my waist and pulls
it down until my back is arched, my clit the only thing in contact with his
mouth, and then he slides two fingers into me, hooking them and rubbing
until I feel like I'm going to explode.
I whimper around his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust, barely able to
breathe, the lack of oxygen heightening all of my senses. I rock back and
forth over him, the outside world disappearing as I chase my orgasm. He
slides one hand down my back and into my hair, his touch tentative and
questioning. I moan around his shaft, encouraging him. He must understand
because a second later he's pushing my head down to meet every thrust,
sucking my clit into his mouth in one long pull and pulsing his fingers
inside me.
I scream around his cock and he thrusts harder, pushing into my throat,
his hips pumping as my body draws tight as a bow. Cum slides down my
throat in hot pulses as my entire existence shatters into a million pieces. It's
in that moment, floating among the shards of my broken body, that I realize
the guys are the only ones who have ever been able to make me feel whole
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ow are you feeling?" Jack whispers to me, his golden gaze reaching
"H into the depths of my soul. I grasp his arm as he places me on the
edge of the bed, not ready to break the contact. I don't answer right
away. Of course, on the surface, I feel good. I just had two mind-melting
orgasms within the last couple of hours.
"I'm scared," I say, my heart jumping to my throat as I admit it.
"About what?" Lach asks, coming back inside from the terrace, his
clothes bundled in his arms. Cam follows him through the door, and all of
us begin to pull on our clothes like this is an everyday occurrence.
"I'm scared this won't last. I'm scared I'm going to move here and
something will change. I'm scared I'll lose myself again." My voice cracks
and I press my lips tightly together, doing my best not to break down in
front of them. Why am I even telling them this? It's my own insecurities.
My own problems.
"Do you think we're not terrified that you'll change your mind,
Charlie?" There's a bite to Lach's voice that isn't usually there. "Every
morning when I wake up, I wonder if today will be the day you tell us
you're going back." He drags his fingers through his hair as he paces the
room. "I know you'll eventually have to leave to take care of things, but will
you come back? Or will you decide this was some crazy fling you had
while on holiday?"
"Okay, we obviously have some things to talk about," Jack says, rolling
his shoulders like he's getting ready for a fight. "But let's do it in the
kitchen? I'm starving." He links his fingers with mine and pulls me out the
door, leaving the other two to follow.
"What do you mean that you're scared you'll lose yourself again?" Cam
asks, wrapping an arm around my waist as we walk down the hallway.
"My entire existence was intertwined with Rob's. So much so that I lost
everything when he cheated on me. I lost all of my friends, my house, my
money, my fucking life. I liked what Rob liked. Rob's hobbies became my
hobbies. I can't do that again."
"Good. We don't want that, either," Lach interjects. "We want you the
way you are now. And we'll still want you in ten years when you've grown
into yourself even more. And in fifty years, when you're an old biddy sitting
outside hunched in front of a canvas, we'll still fucking want you, Charlie.
Don't you get it? We've been waiting for you our entire fucking lives."
A tear slips down my cheek before I can stop it.
Cam steps in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. "We'll spend every
day for the rest of our lives showing you how precious you are to us. You
can be whomever you want to be, Charlie. We'll be by your side supporting
you the entire way."
"Charlotte." The intensity of Jack's voice has me spinning around. I
crash into his chest and he pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I
know it's scary, but I promise we'll always be here for you." He pulls a ring
off his finger and pushes it onto the ring finger of my left hand. I run my
fingers over the thick, worn band. "We are yours and you are ours. Finding
each other was the hard part. Now we need to figure out how to make it
work." He kisses me gently, his touch reverent. "Let's make food, and then
we can sit down and figure everything out while we eat. I think it'll make us
feel better to have a solid plan in place."
The guys sit me at the u-shaped bench seat in the kitchen while they
cook dinner, their easy banter making me smile. The small touches and
glances between Cam and Lach make me feel a warm giddiness I've never
experienced before. Jack pushes through the back door, a platter of steaks in
his hand, and sets it on the table, followed by four beers. He rummages
around in several drawers while the other two finish up, finally pulling out a
notebook and pen. He slides in next to me just as the other two set down a
salad and a bowl of roasted potatoes.
"I could get used to this," I murmur, the side of my mouth quirking
despite trying to hold back my smile.
"That's the fucking plan, Sassenach," Jack mutters, handing me a beer.
I snort. "You guys are just going to wait on me hand and foot for the rest
of my life?"
"Yes, goddamnit! Why is that so hard for you to believe?" Lach holds
my gaze, frustration blazing in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I—" Fuck.
"You what, Charlie? Can we please get to the truth of what this really is
so we can move past it?"
My heart clenches. "I don't feel like I deserve this. All three of you are
so interesting and complicated and good-looking. And then there's little ole
me who's never done anything interesting in her entire life. I'm a blank
canvas with no depth."
"No. You're looking at it all wrong. We want you to paint us into the
fabric of your life, Charlie, and a blank canvas is a perfect place to start. A
midnight sky that reminds you of Cam's eyes. Deep caramel that brings
back the memories of the warmth of Jack's embrace." He pauses, then barks
out a laugh. "Hell, I don't know what color I would be."
I finish for him. "You'll be the luminescence in every grain of sand, the
shimmering in every ripple of water. You'll be what makes it come alive." I
grab the notebook from Jack and scribble down everything Lach just said.
"I'm going to frame this and hang it next to my bed."
Cam clears his throat, his eyes suspiciously bright as he takes a pull of
his beer.
Jack tips up my chin and studies me. "Better now?"
I nod, chuckling. "Go ahead and eat, I know you're hungry."
"Thank God."
The guys dive in, serving me before they serve themselves.
"How's the family tree going?" Cam asks before popping a piece of his
steak in his mouth.
"Good! I need to find somewhere to buy paint, though. I only have
some of the colors I need to paint the vignettes. I probably need a few nibs
and ink for my pen, too."
"Fucking finally!" Lach shouts, high-giving Jack.
"What was that about?" I glance at Cam, but he looks just as perplexed
as I feel.
"We’ve wanted a reason to take you into the city for a while now, but
we knew that if we suggested it, you would say that you had to work on the
family tree."
"Why do you want to take me into the city? And what city are we
talking about exactly?"
"Any city will do, lass. We want to wine and dine you properly," Jack
grins.
Oh. That sounds nice.
"How quickly do you need the paints?"
"I’d love to have them by the start of next week."
"This coming weekend it is, then."
As we finish our food, Jack pulls the notebook back over to his side and
has me rattle off everything that’s been worrying me – every loose end,
every logistical nightmare down to the nitty-gritty details. Then we all
methodically discuss them one by one and devise a plan for how we'll
tackle them. For once in my life, I feel like I have people in my corner
rooting for me. They make me feel safe and cared for. They make me feel
loved.
Jack pulls me aside as we’re leaving the kitchen, his hand circling my
wrist and pulling me close. "This is completely your decision, but if you
want your first time with all three of us to be in a swanky hotel with room
service, this weekend will be perfect. But that also means⁠—"
"That I have to sleep with all three of you before this weekend."
"Exactly." His voice is husky and sexy as hell.
"Have you been thinking about our first time, Jack?"
He chuckles. "I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the day I met
you. I’m going to fuck you in every single room of this castle, Sassenach."

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am grips my hip and pushes me against the smooth wood paneling of
the hallway, his lips melting me into a puddle of hormones. We have
free rein tonight – the guys insisted they had encroached enough and
that we deserved time to ourselves. I am really looking forward to time
alone with Cam. I run my palms over the light stubble on his jaw, pulling
his face to mine. He pushes my hair away from my face as he angles his
head to deepen the kiss, then breaks away to yawn into his elbow.
"God, I'm sorry, Charlie. The jetlag is starting to catch up with me." Big,
blue, sleepy eyes gaze down at me, his lashes a dark smudge against his
porcelain skin.
I stand on my tiptoes and press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Why don't you
take a nap while I shower?" I pull him down the hallway, our fingers
intertwined.
He captures me with his body, pressing me back against the wall with
his hips. I can't look away as he swipes his tongue over his full bottom lip.
"I don't want a nap, Charlie." I groan as he rolls his hips against me, his
cock making direct contact with my clit. "What I want," he says, his gaze
narrowing to my lips, "is to sink my cock into your pussy and fuck away the
memory of the last six weeks." He drags his thumb over my bottom lip, his
hunger seeping into me, twisting through my veins. He palms my thighs
and pulls me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I bounce against him
with every step he takes toward his room, velvet heat against molten steel.
By the time we make it to his door, all I want to do is tear off his clothes
and impale myself.
"I should shower," I say again as he lays me down on the bed, but it
comes out as a question instead of a statement.
"Later," he says, his voice muted as he pulls his shirt over his head. "I
want to smell him on you while I claim you, little witch. You're fucking
mine tonight." I whimper as he drops his pants and palms his cock. He
grabs the waistband of my leggings and pulls them off in one smooth
movement.
"Touch yourself," he says roughly, pushing my knees toward my chest
and opening them wide. I slide my hand down my stomach and push my
fingers into the moisture gathered between my thighs. His jaw flexes as I
push two fingers inside, then bring them back up to cradle my clit. "Is that
what you like, Charlie?" He brings my hand to his mouth, groaning as he
licks my fingers clean. He slides two fingers into me, filling me, teasing
that spot until my back bows off the bed. "Like this?" he breathes, our gazes
locked together. "Or like this?" He slides his fingers to my clit, trapping it
between his digits as he rocks his hand back and forth.
"Fuck," I whimper, my eyes fluttering closed.
"Or maybe this," he mumbles, sucking the nub into his mouth while his
fingers work back and forth. My mouth opens in a silent scream, my fingers
spasming in his hair. Just as I start to tense, he pulls away.
"No, Cam. Please."
"Not yet." He climbs on top of me, the tip of his cock resting between
my thighs. He positions himself at my entrance, tips my chin so I'm looking
him in the eyes, and then slams home.
Oh my God. My eyes roll back as my body adjusts to his size. This feels
so incredibly right. Like he's been a part of me all along.
"Let me hear how much you like it, Charlie." He pulls out and slides
back in slowly, bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth. I moan as he
drives into me again, raising my hips to meet him. "Good fucking girl," he
breathes into my ear, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "I've been
dreaming about how you look when you cum with my cock buried inside
you." He shifts above me, fitting his pelvis against mine. He slides into me
with his hips tilted, his pubic bone grinding on my clit.
"Oh fuck," I whimper, stars exploding across the inside of my eyelids. I
never realized it could be like this. Rob used to cum and then told me it was
my fault I didn't get there with him.
"Open your eyes, Charlie."
I empty my mind and look up at him, our souls connecting as he thrusts
again. The storminess of his eyes takes me under, waves pummeling me
from all sides. My body tenses around him as he drives into me, my breath
stuttering as I reach for the summit.
"Cum for me, little witch," he rasps.
I dig my nails into his ass, pulling him against me as I meet his thrusts.
He slows and pulses in and out, the head of his cock rocking back and forth
over my g-spot while he rolls my clit between our bodies. He reaches
underneath me and slides along my crack, a garbled groan tearing its way
out of my throat as he pushes in. He chuckles. "That's what you wanted,
isn't it? It's like you were made for us."
He braces his forearms on either side of my head as my walls clench
around him, each thrust causing another tremor to race through me. I claw
at his back, moaning as my body convulses, pleasure edged with pain
racing through my nerve endings. It explodes from me in a primal scream,
echoed by Cam's roar as we ride the wave together.
My ears ring as my body slowly comes back into itself, my breaths
coming in short, jerky gasps.
"Holy fuck," he whispers, grinning like a maniac before catching my
lips with his. He rolls off of me and lays on his side, pulling me to him.
"Has it ever been like this for you before, Charlie? Because my brain can't
even comprehend what just happened."
I snuggle against him as he pulls the fluffy duvet over us. "I don't have
much experience, but I've never experienced what I have with the three of
you before."
"I'm glad you found us, Charlie," he mumbles, his lips pressed to my
hair.
Not a minute later, I feel his body relax as he falls asleep. I carefully
sneak out from under his arm and wash up in the bathroom. By the time I
finish, he's rolled to his back, his disheveled hair a dark halo against the
stark white of his pillowcase. I slide under the covers and mold my body to
his. I could get used to this.

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he guys and I are sitting around the kitchen table shoveling cereal into
our mouths when Jack brings up what we talked about yesterday.
"Do we need to figure out dates so this goes smoothly?" Jack asks,
lifting the bowl to his mouth to drink the milk.
"Are we planning sex now? That's kinda sad," I snort, shoving another
bite into my mouth. I'm famished after yesterday's fuck fest.
"If we want it done by the weekend, then yes, I suggest we schedule it,"
Jack grumbles. He looks scary when he's grumpy. I like it.
"Why am I the one planning this?" I ask, peeved about having to plan
anything, let alone sex.
"Yeah, good question," Lach chimes in, exacerbating the situation.
"I don’t want her to plan it, you idiot, I just want the dates confirmed."
"Fine. Tuesday and Thursday. That will give me a day to rest and
downtime before the weekend. Plus, I need a couple of days to finish up
some stuff on the family tree before I’m ready to start on the vignettes and
calligraphy, anyway."
"Who's first?" Lach asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"Nope. Do not involve me in this. For all I care, you two can duke it out
like cowboys."
They start talking over each other, arguing about why they should get to
go first and why the other should go second.
"The two of you are ridiculous," Cam yells over them, exasperated.
"Pick a number between one and a hundred. Whoever is the closest gets
Tuesday. The other one gets Thursday."
"That doesn't even make sense—it should be the other way around,"
Lach protests.
"Are you serious right now?" I ask them, "Maybe we should just do
away with this whole thing and keep to the group since that seems to create
fewer argum–"
"Sixty-nine!" Lach yells before the words are even out of my mouth.
"Eleven," Jack grumbles
"Forty-two," Cam says, his lips twisting into a smirk as he watches
them try to figure out who won. "Lach, you're Tuesday. Jack, you get
Thursday."
"Fucking hell," Jack moans, scrubbing his hands over his face.
Lach jumps up, pumping his arm in the air. "You and me! Tuesday,
baby! You better get plenty of sleep the next couple of nights." His
enthusiasm is infectious and I smile despite myself. Jack stands up, stacks
our cereal bowls and takes them to the sink.
Lach moves to sit next to me. "Sooo... have you thought about it at all?"
"No, I haven’t thought about how your cock will feel stretching me. Or
how it will feel to come around it. Why do you ask?"
He chokes. "God, Charlie. Stop saying stuff like that, or we won't make
it to Tuesday."
"Make me," I smirk, my laugh dying as his eyes darken. I shriek and
leap out of my seat, running outside before he can grab me. I look back,
stumbling as I see him running toward me, the muscles of his torso gilded
by the morning sun.
I dodge him, yelling at Jack to save me instead of standing there
watching. He steps out of the doorframe but doesn't move to help me.
"I won’t be saving you if I catch you, Sassenach," he says, his words a
dark promise.
Goosebumps race over every inch of my skin. I loop around and run by
him, making sure I'm just out of reach, and flip him off as I run away.
"Thanks for nothing, asshole," I call at him over my shoulder, laughing as I
dance out of Lach's reach.
"You've fucking done it now, Carebear," Lach says, his eyes on Jack
instead of me.
I follow his gaze to see Jack sliding off his slippers and pulling his hair
into a bun.
What...? Fuck.
I run backward for a couple of steps, unable to force myself to take my
eyes off the glorious specimen of a man barreling toward me. My mind
catches up with my hormones, and I whip around, dodging a fence before I
dash into the orchard. I dart in and out of the trees, hiding to give myself a
chance to catch my breath. The edge of the woods is only about fifty feet
away. I have no idea where Jack is, but if I can make it there, I'll be golden.
Do I even want to escape him? I don't really understand the rules of this
game, but fuck it's fun. I scan the area for any signs of him before I run to
the next tree, then to the next. Almost there.
"Sassenach," Jack breathes, only a few feet behind me.
I scream and bolt into the trees, not feeling the branches whipping
across my arms or the rough roots under my feet. Survival was the only
thing on my mind. How's that for a psychological mind fuck? I see an old
ruin ahead and adjust my course, darting inside and pressing myself to the
wall. The light filters through the trees, casting a golden-green glow over
everything. Tiny white petals flutter down like snowflakes with breeze.
Vines tumble over the ground, climbing the walls haphazardly, only
allowing small glimpses of what lies underneath. It's breathtakingly
beautiful.
I squeak when Jack rushes through the opening, his body pressing to
mine before I can even blink. He traps my wrists in his hand, locking them
above my head. "Do you know what I would do to you if it were
Thursday?"
"What would you do to me, Jack?" I ask, my voice husky.
"First, I would pin your hands behind your back..." He spins me around,
pulling my hands down to hold them between our bodies. "And then I
would bend you over this rock." He uses one hand to push my leggings
down, his grip staying strong on my hands as he squats down and pulls
them off. Heat pools in my stomach when he can't resist touching his
tongue to my clit before standing back up. His hand is warm on my
shoulder, pushing me down until I drop to my knees. He presses me flat
against the rock, the cold surface heightening the feeling in my already
hyper-sensitive nipples.
"Then what?" I ask, my heart beating like hummingbird wings in my
chest.
"I would watch as I slowly sink every inch of my cock into your tight
little pussy." He drags his thumb over me, getting it wet before pushing it
in. I arch my back as he feathers the pad of his finger over my g-spot. I gasp
and push back against his hand, his fingers sliding over me, coming to rest
on my clit. "Fuck," he breathes, his voice pained. He releases my hands and
grips my hips, pulling me back so I'm fully exposed. He bends down and
buries his face in my heat, dragging his tongue on my clit before thrusting
inside. His groan vibrates against me, my entire body clenching, begging
for more.
"God, Charlotte, I'm not fucking strong enough for this." I hear him
unbuckling his belt and then his moan as he fists his cock.
I trust him enough to know that he won't put us in a situation that will
compromise everything we've built, but fuck do I want him in me. He slides
his cock through the moisture between my thighs, his head catching on my
clit. I pulse my body over him, so fucking close I want to cry. He palms my
ass, spreading my cheeks and guiding his cock between them. He pushes
my cheeks tight against his cock and thrusts, the ridge of his shaft sliding
over my back entrance, making me squirm. I move my hand between my
legs and rub my clit, pushing back against him, my body desperate for him
to lose control and slam into me.
He stops suddenly, guiding my knees together. "Don't fucking move,"
he rasps, sliding his cock against in the V of my legs. He reaches around,
batting my hand away and replacing it with his. He slides his other hand
along my crack, teasing me with light touches until I'm moaning into my
arm, arching my ass to make it easier for him.
"Relax, mo chridhe."
I force the tension out of my muscles and his finger slips in without
resistance.
"Fuck, Charlotte."
I squeeze around his finger, rocking my hips.
"This fucking ass is mine this weekend," he rasps, sliding his finger in
and out before adding a second.
"Oh God," I moan. My body seizes, my mind emptying of everything
but how he's making me feel.
He thrusts, his pelvis pushing his fingers in a little more each time.
"This is what you crave, isn't it, Sassenach? You want to feel so fucking
good that you're forced to surrender to it." He drops his head to my back,
his breathing ragged. "You want this to be the one place you can give up
your control and feel vulnerable. I want you to be able to do that with me.
I’ll give that to you for the rest of my life if you’ll let me, Charlotte."
How is he in my head? How can he see into the depths of my soul to the
real me? I bite down on a sob as the first tremors grip me. His thrusts
become less controlled the closer he gets. I push my hips back too much,
his cock nudges my entrance and I cry out, desperately needing him to fill
me, but he readjusts and thrusts again, toppling us both over the edge at a
maddening pace.
"You drive me fucking crazy, Charlotte," he pants, his breath hot on my
neck. He stands and helps me to my feet, helping me pull on my clothes
before he attends to his. He cups my face, his whisky eyes making my
nerve endings buzz. "I hope you know how much you mean to me." He
presses his lips to mine and then wraps his arms around me, burying his
face in my neck. "Thank you for saving me, Charlie."
I pull out of his embrace to look him in the face. "Charlie? I thought you
said you didn't want to be friends with me."
He grabs my hands and draws me back to him. "I take it back. I want
everything you have to give me."
I laugh. "I gave you everything the night we met, Jack."
"Thank fuck."

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sla?" I call as I poke my head in the pub.


"I "In here!"
Warm wood tones envelop me as I follow her voice to a small
office beside the bar.
"Thank you so much for coming to help, Charlotte. I was really in a
bind."
Isla had called me a few hours ago, absolutely frantic. Her boss had a
health emergency which left her and the chef on their own. She stands up
and gives me a tight hug. I hold her at arm's length and whistle at her. The
woman is absolutely gorgeous. Her hair is half up, soft curls framing her
face, the rest tumbling down her back in a fiery waterfall. Her boobs are
perfectly showcased in a leather corset top. Jeans that look like they were
painted on and combat boots complete the ensemble. Utter perfection.
"You're going to have to take me shopping sometime," I say, looking
down at my pitiful t-shirt and jeans.
"I would love to. I always keep an extra outfit here, just in case. Do you
want to see it?"
"Seriously? That would be amazing."
"You'll get better tips, too," she says, grabbing a garment bag from the
back corner of the office and handing it to me.
"You're a godsend. I could use some extra tip money right now." I lay
the bag on the bar and unzip it to find gorgeous black leather moto leggings
and a slinky silver top. "I only have my chucks," I moan.
"What size are you?"
"Eight."
"Are you comfortable with heels?"
"Not really." I grimace.
"You take my boots and I'll wear the heels. They may be a little big on
you, but they should be fine."
I protest, but Isla plops herself on a barstool and unlaces them. "I think
it'll be pretty easy tonight. There will be a mad rush around dinnertime, but
we’ll probably end up closing early." She hands me the first boot and starts
on the second. "You'll just need to take food and drink orders from
customers sitting at the tables and bring their food to them once it's ready."
She hands me the other boot and then slides off the stool, padding to the
office to retrieve her heels.
"Sounds easy enough," I say, shucking off my jeans and pulling on the
leggings. I shed my shirt and carefully pull on the top, the fabric like cool
water sliding over my skin. I step into the boots and immediately feel like a
badass.
"We have about fifteen minutes until the chef gets here," Isla says as she
comes out of the office again, fastening large hoops to her ears. "Holy fuck,
Charlie. I'm going to call the guys and tell them they need to eat here
tonight."
"God, don't do that," I groan, ''The tension is already unbearable."
"Oh, I'm going to do it. It'll be the one thing that brings me joy while
I'm busting my ass behind the bar." She snickers. "Plus, we're going to have
live music tonight. Have you ever danced with them?"
"I've danced with all of them, actually." I smirk.
"Together?"
I sigh. "No, not together. That sounds like torture."
"Someday, someone will waltz in here, and I'll get to experience a third
of what you have."
"All of what I have," I correct her.
"I don't think so. Your relationship with the guys has really opened my
eyes. They each satisfy something different, don't they?"
I think about it for a second. Jack with his rough, all-consuming heat.
Lach, with his humor and protectiveness. Cam and his sweet nothings. I
nod. "They do."
"See. It's been hard enough to find one man that's willing to stick
around. Not that I make it easy. I'm not going to change to make someone
more comfortable."
"Nor should you. Someone is out there waiting, Isla. Someone that will
meet you where you're at and love you for who you are."
She shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not. I'm okay with being spinster Auntie
Isla, too."
"You don't look like a spinster to me," I laugh.
"Fine. Hot spinster." She shimmies her shoulders and we both dissolve
into a fit of giggles. We hear the chef banging around in the kitchen and Isla
shifts into work mode. "You take the tables, I'll take the bar. We clean at
night, but I always give everything a quick wipe-down the next day. When
you're done, I'll go over the menus with you."
I get to work pulling the chairs off the tables, spraying everything down
with disinfectant, and wiping it clean. Isla is slicing up lemons and limes
when I boost myself onto one of the barstools. She motions to a pile of
menus with her chin.
"There should be a food menu and a bar menu in there. Why don't you
look over them quickly and make sure you don't have any questions? Greer
will write any specials up on the board behind me."
"Greer's the chef?"
Isla nods, scooping up the fruit and dumping it into tubs.
I scan the menus. Everything seems pretty straightforward.
"Now we need to make you a signature drink." She laughs at the face I
make. "Everyone here has one. What's your favorite drink?"
I don't drink all that much, but I think back over the years, and it comes
to me. "Gin and tonic with a ton of limes."
Isla turns to the board, a chalk marker in hand, and writes out THE
CHARLIE – HARRIS GIN, TONIC, LIME. "There, now it's official." She
grins. She pulls her phone out of her back pocket and glances at the time.
"Twenty minutes. Are you ready?"
"You're freaking me out a little. You said it won't be busy, but you're
acting like a stampede is about it run through that door."
"We're never so busy that we run out of tables. Does that make you feel
better?"
I glance around, counting about twenty-five tables. "I guess? Actually,
no, not really. Fuck."
Isla plunks two shot glasses onto the bar and fills them with an amber
liquid. "Time for a little liquid courage, Charlie." She hands one to me and
holds hers in the air. "To you, for saving my ass."
"I'll drink to that," I laugh, tapping the bottom of the glass on the bar
before throwing it back. Fire roars down my throat and settles in my
stomach. "Fuck, Isla," I cough, wiping my eyes.
An amazon of a woman crashes through the door to the kitchen, grabs
the chalk pen, and writes SCALLOPS AND LANGOUSTINE WITH
SUMMER VEGETABLES - 18
My jaw drops. "Eighteen pounds? That would be fifty easy back home."
The woman turns toward me, her thick braid swinging over her
shoulder. "That's one of the perks of living here. I just pulled them out of
the water this morning." She sticks out her hand for me to shake. "Greer.
You must be Charlie."
"Nice to meet you, Greer."
"I'd love to stick around and chat, but it's time to warm up the ovens.
Good luck tonight."
"Why do I need luck?" I ask Isla, still feeling like there's something
she's not telling me.
"When we have live music it tends to get a bit rowdy. It's nothing to
worry about, though. You'll have a blast. You'll see."

S he was right . We have a rush of old folks coming in for the early bird
discount. It takes me about thirty minutes to feel comfortable answering
questions and taking orders, but it comes naturally enough once I get the
hang of it.
"Come get a drink," Isla calls during a lull, motioning for me to sit at
the bar. "We'll have a small break before the younger crowd comes in. Do
you want anything to eat?"
"Yes! Those burgers looked amazing. I'm famished."
"Greer! Two burgers, please!" she yells, angling her head toward the
kitchen door. The color is high in her cheeks, her eyes sparkling. I can tell
how much she loves it here and it makes me happy knowing she's happy.
It's not a feeling I'm used to. The door to the pub bangs open as the band
jostles through, making an incredible racket. "Guys, this is Charlie. She's
helping out tonight."
All four look up at me with interest; the one closest sets his instrument
down and walks over to me. The cocky grin on his face takes me aback, an
immediate flush heating my skin.
"She's taken, you doofus." Isla laughs.
"And?" He takes my hand and opens his mouth to introduce himself.
"By my brother," Isla presses, raising an eyebrow at him as she plunks
my drink onto the bar in front of me.
He immediately drops my hand. "Fuck. No disrespect meant. I'm Ewan.
Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Ewan," I laugh. I introduce myself to the other
band members and turn back toward Isla and the burgers Greer sets in front
of us. "They seem nice," I say, "have you dated any of them?"
"All of them." She grimaces.
I choke on my drink. "Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously! This is a tiny island. I'm pretty sure I've dated everyone
in my age range that lives here. So, at this point, I'm either out of luck, or I
have to wait until some god somewhere decides to drop one in my lap." She
drowns her feelings in her burger, taking an enormous bite.
The door opens again and I look over my shoulder, fully expecting it to
be the guys. "Or three...?"
Isla's jaw drops as three men amble in. The first is dark and brooding
and looks ready for a fight. The second has a more slender build, sparkling
caramel eyes and an easy grin. The third... oh my. Dark hair curls around
his ears, the perfect backdrop for mischievous blue eyes. Full lips and a
cleft in his chin perfectly round out his features. He's stacked. The kind of
muscles that don't just come from the gym.
"Isla!" I hiss. "Chew your food!" When she doesn't move, I put my
finger under her chin and close her mouth, then shove a napkin into her
hand. I watch her features change: shock morphs into interest, and then her
eyelids droop the tiniest bit as lust slides home.
I take another bite of my burger to hide my grin. This is going to be fun.

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sla sets down her burger and wipes her mouth, her gaze tracking the trio
as they make their way up to the bar. One of them slides onto a barstool,
the other two following suit.
"What can I get you," Isla asks, her voice husky and low. I cover my
smile with my napkin and glance around to make sure there aren't any
customers at my tables. When I see that I'm in the clear, I turn back to
watch them. Isla is setting down pints of beer in front of them, leaning over
the bar to hear them over the music. She points to the specials board and all
three of them nod.
"Dylan," the guy closest to me extends his hand over the empty seat
between us.
His easy smile teases out one of my own. "Charlie. Is that an American
accent I hear?"
He laughs sheepishly. "It is. My brothers and I are over here on
vacation. What about you?"
"Work," I say, immediately feeling guilty that I've condensed my time
here into that one word. "What do you think so far?"
"Honestly? I wasn't so sure at first. Glasgow wasn't my cup of tea. Skye
was much better."
"And how does Harris stack up?" I ask, popping my last fry into my
mouth, following it with the last gulp of my drink.
"Harris is..." He pauses, searching for the right words. "Wild.
Invigorating." He shrugs. "That doesn't do it justice. I feel alive here."
I nod. "I feel the same way. It's a special place, that's for sure." I stand,
collecting my plate and glass. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your time here."
"You’re leaving?"
"I'm helping Isla out tonight. Some folks just came in – I need to go take
their orders."
"Her name’s Isla?" He glances over to where she's slinging bottles like
she's in the Cirque du Soleil.
"Just be careful, she's spicy," I warn him with a grin.

T he crowd picks up as we near seven o'clock. True to her word, there is


always at least one table free, most people seeming to prefer to stay on their
feet either around the bar or dancing in the open area by the entrance. The
guys still have their butts planted on their stools, all three watching Isla
with rapt attention. She's doing a great job of ignoring them. I stop for a
drink just as Greer brings out their food: three plates piled high with
gigantic shrimp-like creatures. All three of them look at Greer with panic in
their eyes.
She yells for Isla to help them, then heads back to the kitchen,
chuckling.
Isla stands in front of the grumpy brother and picks up one of the
langoustines. "First, you twist off their heads." The shell snaps, causing
Dylan to jerk in his seat. I'm barely able to stifle a snort. "Then you suck out
the juices. Do you mind if I eat this one?" she asks the grumpy one, her lips
twisting as she holds in her laughter.
"Fine," he grumbles.
She closes her lips around the shell and tips her head back, sucking out
all the good stuff. My gaze swings to the beefy brother and I watch his
Adam's apple bob, his teeth lodged in his bottom lip. I look back at Isla, her
gaze locked with his as she licks her lips.
I cough to hide my laugh and turn back to my tables before I ruin it for
her.
The pub starts emptying around eight-thirty and I'm just about to sit
back down next to Dylan when the door swings open, everyone's heads
swiveling to see who it is. Cameron comes in first, his eyes lighting up
when they land on me.
"Little witch," he murmurs, cradling my face and kissing me until my
knees are jelly. "I've missed you." He sits at the far end of the bar, draping
his coat over the back of the stool.
I'm about to ask if the other two are coming when Lach breezes in,
shedding his suit jacket before pulling me close.
"You're so fucking hot," he breathes against my ear, pressing a kiss to
my cheek.
Before I can respond, Jack steals me from his embrace, burying his face
in my hair.
"God, I've missed you."
"It's been one day, Jack."
"I know." He cups my cheek and draws me in, the fire roaring in his
eyes burning me alive. He breaks the kiss and leaves me to join Isla behind
the bar. I come out of the haze with one hand clenched to the back of
Dylan's stool to keep myself upright.
Dylan clears his throat, his eyes wide. And then it dawns on me. This is
the first time the four of us have been in public together. Where people can
see. Judge.
"Sorry about that," I whisper, my cheeks heating.
"You and the three of them?" he asks, his gaze swiveling between the
guys and me.
"Yep." I don't know what to say.
"Huh." There is no judgment in his eyes, only curiosity. "And it works?"
I laugh. "You could say that."
"Good for you. Are you done working now?" he asks, changing the
subject.
I look around me, making sure a customer hadn't snuck in while I was
distracted. "Looks like it."
"Isla! A Charlie for Charlie, please!" he calls, motioning for me to sit.
"I'll get that," Jack growls, his eyes pinning me in place as he makes my
drink.
"Thank you," I breathe, sliding my hand over his as he sets the drink in
front of me.
"Does this remind you of anything, Sassenach?" He holds my gaze as he
rounds the bar and walks toward me, folding me into his arms, dancing me
back to the open floor. I press my cheek to his chest, breathing in whisky
and leather, thinking about how much has changed since that night.
I lean back to look at him. "All we need is your motorcycle." My
chuckle turns into a gasp as he dips me low.
"You're in luck. Come away with me?" he breathes against my ear as he
pulls me back up, goosebumps to erupting over my entire body.
"Sharing is caring," Lach says as he sidles up to us, wrapping his arm
around my waist. I'm pinned between them, barely breathing, memories
crashing over me.
Jack presses his palm to my chest and watches as he slowly slides his
hand around my neck. "Was I right?" he asks, looking back up at me, his
eye dark.
"About what?" I ask, my voice strangled.
"Do they look better around your neck?" He turns me suddenly, so we're
looking at our reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar.
"Yes," I whisper, barely able to breathe.
"Get a room!" Isla yells at us, giving me an exaggerated wink.
"Come dance!" I beg, shrugging off the guys and holding my hands out
to her. She looks down the bar, making sure everyone is topped off, and
then comes over to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as we slow
dance.
"Did I detect a little bit of spark?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows at her
suggestively.
"Maybe," she laughs, "but they're leaving tomorrow."
"And?"
"And tonight, you and I are going to watch a movie and have some
much-needed girl time. I feel like I've hardly seen you recently."
"That will be really nice." I squeeze her tight, thankful for her
friendship. The next song starts up, and there's a loud whoop from almost
everyone left in the pub. I look around with wide eyes, letting Lach pull me
to the edges of the dance floor.
Cameron comes to stand by me, grasping my hand in his. "You should
recognize this song," he yells over the noise. And I do, from that night at the
pub in Portree. It's strange to re-live so many memories in one night. It's
giving me a strong sense of déjà vu. Lach grabs my other hand and we're all
thrown into a chaotic dance of clapping and stomping. I look across the
circle, giggling as the brothers jostle for a place next to Isla. Her hair is
falling around her face, her eyes sparkling, and cheeks rosy.
"Last song of the night," Ewan announces as the band picks back up
with something slow.
My attention is forced from Isla as the guys surround me. "We can't all
dance together," I laugh, trying not to step on their toes.
"If we can all fuck together, then I'm pretty sure we can figure out how
to dance together, Sassenach," Jack rumbles. My nipples pebble, heat
pooling between my thighs as his words hit home. I sway with them, their
hands roaming over me to the point of distraction. A slight sweep of fingers
over my ribs, a palm squeezing my hip, a thumb dragging over my bottom
lip. Fuck. The guys shift slightly and I get a glimpse of Isla in a similar
position, the brothers taking turns dancing with her. I head to the bar for my
drink when the music stops, fanning myself. I lean against the scarred wood
as I sip, watching Isla kiss the brothers on their cheeks and then shoo them
out the door.
"Isla, that could have been something spectacular," I say as she walks
toward me.
She shrugs. "I'm sick of one-night stands. I'm ready for something real."
"Fair enough."
The guys sit Isla and me down at the bar, insisting we relax as they
clean up.
"I could get used to this," Isla laughs as she flips off the lights, throwing
the sparkling pub into darkness. "Ready for some girl time?"
"Yes," I groan, "my feet are killing me."
Jack opens the Mustang door for me and then wishes me goodnight,
leaving me with a kiss on the cheek.
"Have you fucked them yet?" Isla asks as she gets in next to me, her
grin bright in the dim car.
"If I had known this was going to be twenty questions, I would have left
with one of the guys," I tease.
"Oh, stop. You've got to talk about it with someone, right? We'll change
into comfy clothes, open a bottle of wine, and you'll be spilling all your
secrets before you know it."
"Mmm. We'll see," I laugh. She opens up the throttle once we're on the
main road, my shriek of surprise turning into uncontrollable giggles as we
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sla meets me in matching sweats and bunny slippers at the cottage. She
has a gigantic bag slung over her shoulder that she proceeds to empty
like Mary Poppins pulling things out of her carpet bag. Two bottles of
wine, various charcuterie accoutrements, enough chocolate to last us a year,
a variety of face masks and scrubs, a bottle of hair mask and a makeup bag
filled with nail polish. My jaw drops further with every item she takes out.
"I told you, we’re going to have a proper girls' night. Starting with the
wine." She grabs two glasses from the kitchen and pours a healthy amount
into each one. "To friendship!"
"To the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for," I return, touching my
glass to hers.
We gossip while we arrange a charcuterie board, taking it back to the
couch so we can put on a movie.
"First, you have to tell me what’s going on with you and the guys. I
know it’s weird, but all of you are my friends, and I don’t like being left out
of the loop."
My heart sinks. "Oh, God. I hadn't even thought about it like that."
"It's fine. We'll all have growing pains, I'm sure. We just need to keep
communication open."
I gulp my wine, trying to organize my thoughts. "Since Cameron came
back, we pivoted and decided that they should each have one-on-one time
with me. Cam and I spent the night together after he came back."
"And?" she asks when I pause a little too long.
I clear my throat. "It was good. Really good."
"Who's next?"
"Lach on Tuesday, Jack on Thursday."
"Damn, girl." She whistles, her eyebrows almost to her hairline. "Then
what?" she asks, snatching some chocolate-covered almonds from the
board.
"Then we only have sex together."
A line forms between her eyebrows. "What about other stuff?"
"Other stuff is fine, just no sex." My face heats under her scrutiny.
"Good fucking luck," she murmurs, then downs the rest of the wine in
her glass. "That sounds like a recipe for disaster."
"What? Why?"
"What happens when things get hot and heavy? You know how it is
when you're in the moment. Do you really think there's not going to be a
mistake or two or ten? Or what about when Lach or Cam leaves for work?
You're going to abstain the entire time they're gone?"
I groan. Why hadn't that ever occurred to me? "So what do you think we
should do?"
"I think there should only be two rules: respect and communication."
"How are you single?" I laugh, impressed that she had broken down
something that seemed so complicated into two words.
"Honestly? I haven't given anyone a chance. I'm working on it." She
claps. "Okay! That's enough guy talk." She pulls out the nail polish and I
choose a color.
"So, what are your plans at the pub?" I ask, knowing there has to be
something behind her working there, especially since it seems like she's
practically running the place.
"I'm going to buy it from the guy that owns it once he's ready to retire."
She grins, her whole face lighting up. "I have so many plans for it. I can't
wait."
"I bet it'll be amazing."
"What about you? What will the next six months look like?"
I pull out my phone and open my notes app. "I have a list," I chuckle,
"First, obviously, is finishing the family tree. I'll go home to deliver it, settle
the divorce and apply for a work visa while I'm there."
"You realize how hard it is to get a work visa here, right?"
Lead settles in my stomach at the reminder. "Yeah, I did hear that. I
guess I just have to hope it'll work out."
She carefully sets my right hand down and picks up my left, painting
my thumb ballet pink. "Why don't you marry one of them, Charlie? It
would be so much easier."
"Do you want the honest answer or the easy answer?"
"Honest."
"Because I've been relying on men my entire life, and look where that
got me."
"Where are you now?" she asks, looking up at me.
"No man's land."
Isla shakes her head and continues painting my nails. "You're just being
stubborn. Your way or the highway. It doesn't work like that in
relationships."
I blink hard, pushing back the tears. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I
need to prove to myself that I can do it on my own, Isla. It may seem like
I'm just being stubborn, but it's way more than that."
"Fine." She caps the bottle and puts it back in the bag. "Would you be
okay with Jack hiring you? He could sponsor you."
I think about it for a second. "As long as it's for a legitimate job."
"Oh my God, I have the best idea! What if you paint the people that
come to visit?"
"What people that come to visit?" I ask, confused.
"Jack is planning on opening up tours of the castle next spring. It's
becoming increasingly expensive to keep it up, so he wants to get it to the
point where it pays for itself. You could sell paintings of the castle in the
gift shop and also offer portraits. It would be perfect."
"That does sound pretty idyllic," I agree, imagining myself painting
with my toes in the grass, my shoulders warmed by the midday sun.
"Think about it," she says, her last words garbled as she yawns. "I think
it's time for bed."
"Me, too," I yawn, grabbing the food and bringing it to the kitchen. We
wash up, and I get her settled on the couch after she refuses to take my bed.
I fall asleep quickly, my last thought being how nice it is to have a friend.
I wake up to the smell of frying bacon and fresh coffee the following
day.
"Morning," I mumble, pushing the hair out of my face as I shuffle to the
coffee maker.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Isla sings, plating bacon, eggs, and pancakes for
both of us.
"Can I marry you?" I ask as I take the plate from her hands.
She laughs. "I thought it would do you good to start your day off strong.
You have a big week this week."
"Shhh!" I hold up my hand, "Don't remind me yet. I need to drink my
coffee first."
"Got it." She pretends to zip her lips. "What's on the agenda today?"
"Getting the tree completely done to the point that it only needs paint
and calligraphy, which I'll do when the guys and I get back from the city," I
say between bites.
"The city?" She raises an eyebrow.
"They're taking me to get supplies this weekend," I explain, popping the
last bite of bacon into my mouth.
"Charlie! I swear to God, it's like pulling teeth to get information out of
you."
"Sorry!" I grimace, gulping down some coffee, praying to the gods it'll
do its magic quickly. "They're taking me to Edinburgh on Saturday."
"And you're staying overnight?" she prods.
I nod as I go back to the coffee maker to fill my mug.
"How are you so calm about it? I would be buzzing out of my shoes."
"Because I'm not awake yet, Isla," I deadpan.
"Oh." She gives me an apologetic smile. "I'll get out of your hair. I'm
going to wash the car and bike today. If you need a break, you can come up
and sit outside and read or something."
"Okay. I'll work on the tree for a while and come up when I need a
break."
She leans down and squeezes me tight, her hair pooling around my
shoulders. "Thank you, Charlie."
"For what?"
"For helping me last night. For being a good friend."
"I'm trying," I chuckle, "It doesn't come easily. I appreciate that you're
patient with me, Isla."
She grins as she clinks her mug against mine. "Friends for life."

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took Isla up on her offer and joined her in the driveway late afternoon.
Isla hauled a lawn chair from the garage and set it in the sun, motioning
for me to lie down. I protest, but she waves me off and slips her
headphones back on. I must’ve fallen asleep at some point because I wake
to a warm hand sliding over my cheek and soft lips pressing against mine.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Lach croons, dragging his thumb over my bottom
lip. "I couldn’t reach you on your phone, so I had to hunt you down. I’m
planning the last details for tomorrow – I need to know some of your
favorite foods."
I rub my eyes, squinting against the sun. Lach is leaning over me, his
eyes the same color as the sky. "What kind of food? Breakfast food, lunch
food, dinner food? Snack food?"
His eyebrow goes up a little more with each type of food I mention. He
chuckles. "Well, I guess that depends on how early you want to start
tomorrow."
I push myself into a sitting position, making room for him to sit next to
me, his broad hand massaging the large amount of thigh exposed by my
lounge shorts. It’s hard to think when he’s touching me like this. I clear my
throat. "Maybe we should start early afternoon? What exactly do you have
planned?"
"Wouldn’t you like to know?" he says, grinning.
"I hate surprises," I grumble, twisting the hem of my shirt in my fingers.
"Do you? Or do you hate that all of your previous surprises ended in
disappointment?"
Fuck. I breathe out a long sigh. "My favorite thing is probably a good
cheeseboard – the kind with the fruit, the chocolate, and all the little snacky
things. If I’m thinking particularly of dinner food, my favorite dinner is
probably a good steak and loaded baked potato. Is that even a thing here?"
"We'll make it a thing. But you’ll have to call it by its proper name first
– a jacket potato."
I laugh. "Is that really what it's called here?"
He nods, the corner of his mouth quirking. "Legend has it that men used
to put the hot potatoes in their jacket pockets for warmth during the cold
months."
"Is that true?"
"No fucking clue," he says, laughing. "You know that store that's on the
road to Lewis?"
"The big one on the left?" I ask, trying to get my directionally
challenged brain to cooperate.
"That's the one. They used to have a bear that they kept in a cage.
Growing up, we would buy Irn-Bru and biscuits to feed him."
I wrinkle my nose. "That doesn't sound healthy."
He shrugs. "It wasn't, not that we understood that when we were kids.
By the time I got to secondary school, he was huge. One day a tourist
poured petrol into an Irn-Bru can and gave it to him. The bear flipped out,
broke out of his cage, and ran all the way to Harris until he fell over just
down the road from here."
"Oh my God! Did he die?"
"No, he ran out of petrol."
My consternation for the bear turns into a surprisingly loud snort. I slap
my hand over my mouth, but I can't stop laughing. "Where the heck did you
hear that one?" I ask, wiping the tears from my cheeks.
"Good ol' Dolly Parton," he says in a southern drawl which makes me
laugh even more. "Okay, back to the matter at hand. What about dessert?"
My gaze drops to his lips.
"Me? Noted," he teases, pretending to write it down in a fake notebook.
The side of his mouth quirks up, but his expression changes – eyelids
drooping, pupils dilating. "Make sure you rest up tonight, Carebear," he
says, his voice husky. He brushes his lips over mine. "I’ll see you in the
morning."
"Wait!" I stop him with a hand on his forearm. "What time tomorrow?"
"You tell me."
"Ten o’clock?" I think of all the things I need to do in the morning –
shave, exfoliate, moisturize.
"Ten is perfect. I’ll see you then. Sleep sweet, Charlie."
Isla walks over to me, sliding her headphone off one ear. "I have to say,
it’s fascinating watching you with each of them. When you're with Jack,
you let him be in control – like there's a part of you that completely trusts
that he'll take care of everything. You’re confident and outgoing with Cam,
encouraging him to take risks with you that he wouldn't normally take. And
Lach balances them both out and keeps you grounded, doesn’t he?"
I think about her words for a second, nodding. "I feel different with all
three of them. When we're all together, I feel whole somehow."
"Have you thought any more about our conversation last night?"
"About the rules?" She nods. "A little bit. I want to say something to
them, but I’m worried they’ll be offended. Especially Jack – I feel like he’s
the one that’s keeping us in a straight line and doing his best to start us off
on solid ground."
"Jack isn't perfect, Charlie. You should talk to them. I don’t want to see
your relationship go south over some silly rule that wasn’t thought out
ahead of time."
"You're right," I say with a heavy sigh. "We have two long car rides this
weekend; I can either tell them on the way to Edinburgh or on the way back
home."
"Oh God, definitely not on the way there. Wait till after."
"Good thinking."
Isla walks back to her car and picks up a couple of towels, throwing me
one. "Do you want to help me dry the car off? We can make dinner when
we're done."
"Yes, please. I'm starving," I say, my stomach rumbling, "I think I only
have apples and honey in the cottage, anyway."
Dinner is a fantastic seafood pasta with homemade garlic bread and a
Caesar salad with the best dressing I’ve ever tasted. I'm not sure if it’s
because Lach showed up just in time to make it, but I would eat it for every
meal if I could. We finish eating around seven o’clock, and Lach shoos me
out of the kitchen with a kiss on my lips and a pat on my butt, telling me to
get down to the cottage and sleep. Maybe it's the seriousness of what
tomorrow represents or perhaps my developing feelings, but I really don’t
want to leave.
"Tell me a bedtime story?" I ask hopefully.
"Even I know that’s a horrible idea," Isla says, rolling her eyes.
"We'll keep our clothes on. I promise."
"How can I resist a promise like that," he laughs, linking his fingers
through mine. He calls out to Isla that he’ll be back to help clean up in a
little bit.
I thank him once we’re on the path to the cottage, swinging our joined
hands as we pick our way over the rocks, Milo joining us, weaving in and
out of our legs. "I think I must be feeling a little sentimental today.
Tomorrow and Thursday will change a lot, you know?"
"And how does that make you feel?" he asks, his thumb tracing circles
over the sensitive skin between my thumb and forefinger.
"Excited. Nervous. A little scared." I say, honestly, bending down to
scratch Milo's ears.
"I feel the same way, if that makes you feel any better. Having to rely on
four people to keep a relationship intact is fucking scary."
I use my hip to jar open the cottage door and pull Lach inside with me.
He sits and waits on the bed as I wash up, meticulously going through the
steps of my routine: washing my face, washing it again. Serum. Moisturizer.
I throw my hair up into a messy bun, change into my pajamas and return to
the bedroom.
"God, you’re sexy," he groans, grasping my waist and pulling me to
him, his hands a little rougher than usual as he slides them down over my
ass to my thighs. "I knew this was a bad idea," he rasps, his voice thick with
need.
"I didn't bring you down here to seduce me," I say firmly, stepping out
of his reach. "I just want to spend more time with you. Come on, think of
your best bedtime story. Let’s hear it."
He smacks my ass as he walks to the bed, pulls down the covers for me
to slip under, tucks me in, then lays down on top of the comforter, pulling
me against him.
"I don't have many stories that would put you to sleep. Would a lullaby
do the trick?"
"You'll sing for me? Really?" I turn to face him, raking my fingers
through his silky hair.
"Any time you ask, my love," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my
forehead.
I drift off to the dulcet tones of 'The Skye Boat Song', dreaming of a
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thought I would have a hard time sleeping, but Lach's lullaby did the
trick, and I was out cold until my alarm went off at seven-thirty. I blow
on my coffee while waiting for the shower to warm up, dancing from
foot to foot, anticipation crackling under my skin. I take my time getting
ready, making sure my skin is smooth and silky, spritzing on my favorite
perfume, and swiping on an extra coat of mascara and lip gloss instead of
my usual Chapstick.
I make myself a couple of pieces of toast as I wait for Lach to text me
back about what clothes to bring. As I'm drizzling honey over the melted
butter, he texts me back: comfortable layers. Easy enough. I check the
weather before throwing on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a pullover,
packing a bag with an extra change of clothes and some warmer layers. I
toss in my toiletry bag and a few extra hairbands. I've never been a lingerie
girl, but I find myself wishing I had something sexier to bring.
True to his word, there's a light knock on my door promptly at ten
o'clock. My hands shake as I smooth them over my shirt. This is it.
I walk to the door, my heart in my throat, energy thrumming through my
veins. But when I open the door, it's not Lach, it's Jack. He's in loose lounge
pants, a tank top, and flip-flops, his hair a wild, sexy mess.
"Where's Lach?" I ask, standing on my tiptoes to look over his shoulder.
"Nice to see you too, Sassenach," he grumbles, tugging at his beard.
"Sorry, I’m a little on edge," I apologize, gathering my things.
"Lach asked me to pick you up; he wasn’t quite finished with the
preparations."
"Preparations?"
He only smirks and gestures toward the door. "Your chariot awaits,
milady." Once in the driveway, I look between Jack and his motorcycle
dubiously. "Would you rather we borrow Isla's car?" he asks. "I thought it
would be fun to take the bike, but I want you to be comfortable.
"This will be fine. I supposed I'll have to get used to riding on it
eventually."
"I hope so," he says softly, stowing my bag away. I grimace as I pull the
helmet over my perfectly coiffed hair, but my annoyance evaporates as I
climb on and wrap my arms around him.
We pull to a stop in the marina parking lot several minutes later. Jack
gives me a hand as I swing my leg over the bike, then unsnaps my helmet,
gently sliding it off. He hands me my bag, and I stand there looking at him
awkwardly – wondering how you say goodbye in a situation like this –
when he cradles my face in his hands and presses a tender kiss to my lips.
"Have fun, mo chridhe; I’ll see you on Thursday." He climbs back on
the bike as I shoulder my bag, my heart in my throat.
The butterflies in my stomach melt into a molten ball of need as I look
toward the marina and see Lach wiping down the side of the boat, shirtless,
his skin glowing golden in the morning sun. As I walk toward him, my
fingers itch to trace the freckles on his back like the dot-to-dot puzzles I
loved as a child.
I open my mouth to say his name, but nothing comes out. I clear my
throat and try again.
"Lach," I say, my voice low and husky as I slide my hand around his
waist and press myself to his sun-warmed skin. He turns in my arms,
caresses my face, and pulls me in for a kiss that goes from zero to sixty in
half a second. He pushes his hand into the hair at the base of my skull and
pulls, trailing kisses over my jaw and neck, then he captures my lips again,
his hands framing my face.
"I was beginning to think this day would never come," he breathes when
we finally manage to pull away from each other.
"I like this side of you," I murmur, the tenderness in his eyes doing
something funny to my insides.
"I like every side of you," he says, one side of his mouth quirking up. "I
like this side," he runs his hands over my waist. "And this side," he slides
his hands over my ass. "And I really, really like this side," he groans, sliding
his hands to my front and dragging them up my stomach and over my
breasts. I moan and lean into his touch, watching his pupils dilate as he
flicks his thumbs back and forth over my nipples.
"Is this all you brought?" he asks, taking my bag from me.
"I didn’t think I would need very much; I kinda thought I’d be naked
most of the time."
"Good fucking point, Carebear. Ready to go?"
I nod and he grabs his shirt from the railing, slipping it on before
swinging me into his arms and walking up the gangway.
"First choice of the day: cave or ruins?"
I take a second to think before responding. "Cave," I say, confident in
my choice. I love ruins, but many of them look the same after a while. The
only cave I’ve been to is the one on the beach with Jack, so that option is an
easy winner.
Lach motions up to one of the windows, and a flurry of activity takes
over the deck. The anchor is hauled up, the ropes are removed, the horn
blows, and then we're off, motoring toward deeper water. I’m a little
nervous at first. The thought of being out at sea gives me anxiety, but Lach's
easy manner and knowledge of the vessel ease my mind. He leads me to the
rounded couch at the back of the ship and sits me down, bringing a bottle of
champagne and two glasses from inside the cabin. He pops the cork and
gives a generous pour, handing me one and raising his in the air.
"To a night of complete debauchery," he toasts. I grin and raise my
glass, then take a sip and close my eyes as the bubbles coast over my
tongue. The champagne is crisp with a hint of sweetness, perfect for a day
like today.
"Debauchery?" I tease, raising my eyebrow.
"God, I hope so," he chuckles, reaching out and dragging his thumb
over my bottom lip. I give into the temptation and swirl my tongue around
the tip of his finger, sucking it into my mouth.
"I can’t wait to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock again,"
he breathes, sliding the saliva on his thumb around my lips and then pulling
me to my feet, crushing his mouth to mine. His thick length presses against
my stomach, my whole world narrowing to the desperate need to have him
inside me.
I startle as the yacht rolls under us, and he steadies me.
"You okay?" He asks, concerned.
"I'll be fine. Just need to find my sea legs."
"I know the perfect distraction to tide us over until then," he murmurs,
grabbing the champagne bottle with one hand and holding onto me with the
other.
I follow him to the front of the boat, where he motions for me to sit on a
wide cushion underneath the gigantic control room window.
"Give me your glass," he says, holding out his hand. I drink the last sip
of champagne and hand it to him, watching as he sets it on a small side
table. "Do you know why this is my favorite spot on the boat?" he asks,
taking several steps away from me and turning his face to the breeze.
"Why?"
He faces me again, a lock of sandy hair falling over his forehead, his
gaze locked with mine. "Because it’s a blind spot. Nobody inside can see
us."
"What if they come outside? I ask, swiveling my head and quickly
realizing that he’s right – I can't see any windows from this position.
"They won’t. They’re under strict instructions not to bother us unless we
ask."
He licks his lips and my core clenches in response, my breathing stilted.
"Do you know what my second favorite thing is?" He asks, dropping to
his knees in front of me.
"What?" I ask, squeezing my thighs together to relieve the ache between
my legs.
He crawls toward me, his gaze lowering to the apex of my thighs. He
pushes my knees apart.
"I can do this—" He slides his hand up my thigh and into my shorts,
pushing my underwear to the side and running his fingertip over me, teasing
me until my back bows off the cushion. He slowly sinks one finger in, then
two, massaging my clit with his thumb until I'm panting and begging him to
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yes on me."
"E I open my eyes, my gaze tracing Lach's full lower lip, his
freckled cheeks, his blond eyelashes. I gasp as our eyes lock, arching
against him as his thumb circles my clit.
"That's it," he breathes, coaxing me higher. "I want you right on the
fucking edge." He slides his fingers out of me and up to cradle my clit.
"Oh, God," I moan as the first spasms start. He pulls his hand away, his
eyes dark. Dangerous. "Why?" I half sob, lust threatening to drown me as I
watch him lick off his fingers.
"Because this is going to be the best fuck of your entire life. I don't want
you to ever be able to forget it."
"By not allowing me to get there?"
"By edging."
I look at him with my eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer, my pussy
throbbing.
"It's when you delay climax. It's worth it. I promise."
"So, you're allowed to torture me, but I don't get to torture you?"
"By all means, Charlie, do your worst," he says, smirking, raising his
hands in surrender.
I throw myself at him, twisting him under me as we fall to the cushions.
I settle myself on top of his thighs. If he wants torture, then I’ll give him
torture. I lean over him, careful not to touch him with my torso, and suck
his lower lip into my mouth. He opens to me immediately, our tongues
mimicking what we're desperate for our bodies to be doing.
He groans as I pull my mouth away, moving to his ear, and biting his
earlobe. His hand spasms on my hips as my breath teases across his skin.
"Do you prefer your torture by mouth or pussy?" I whisper, raining tiny
kisses down his neck.
"Why not both?" he asks, all traces of humor gone.
"Fair enough," I laugh, "pick one for now."
He pulls my hips forward until I'm squarely settled over him.
"Definitely pussy," he says, rocking my hips back and forth.
I stand up, staying out of sight of the control room windows, and step
out of my shorts and panties. His jaw drops, his nostrils flaring as I shed my
shirt and bra. Even though I'm exposed, I feel completely safe with him. I
feel so alive. So free.
"Fuck, Charlie," he rasps, starting to sit up, but I push him back with a
hand on his chest, settling myself on his thighs again. I ruck up his shirt,
running my hands over his torso. I take my time unbuckling his belt; his
breathing hitches, color creeping into his cheeks. I snap the belt away from
his hips and unbutton his pants, motioning for him to lift his hips.
I pull his shorts down and then inch down his boxers until the base of
his cock is exposed.
Fuck me.
I wasn't going to use my mouth yet, but I can't resist. I bend down,
licking him, and he flexes his hips toward my mouth, demanding more.
"Oh God, Charlie," he moans, his hands clenching my thighs.
My laugh is wicked as I pull his boxers down until only the tip of his
cock is covered, running my tongue up one side and down the other. I'm
fighting it just as much as he is – my body is screaming at me to rip off his
clothes and impale myself, but I keep myself on a tight rein, determined not
to screw this up.
I stop breathing as I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and
pull them down. He springs out, and my core clenches painfully in
response. He's so goddamn beautiful. I swirl my tongue around his head,
paying particular attention to the spot underneath. He smells like soap and
man and citrus, and I won't ever fucking get enough.
He flexes his hip and sinks into my mouth with a grunt, pushing until
my lips are against his pubic bone. I control my gag reflex and take him
deeper. His fingers tangle in my hair as he drops his head back. I hollow my
cheeks, moaning around him as my pussy clenches around nothing,
desperate for his fingers or his tongue or his cock.
"Charlie," he says raggedly, "turn around."
"No," I insist, even though I would do just about anything to get his
mouth on me. "It’s my turn to torture you, and I’m going to do a fucking
good job." I walk my knees up his body, my clit dragging on the underside
of his cock as I position myself, settling over him, his length nestled against
me. He grabs my hips and pulls me down as he flexes up, grinding against
me, the tip of his cock riding back and forth over my clit until I can barely
breathe.
His jaw flexes as I take over, sliding myself along him, angling my hips
to get the most friction. He sits up and pulls my lips to his, his hands
shaking as he cradles my face. He palms my breasts and lowers his mouth
to one nipple, then the other, sucking until I can feel the pull in my core.
I raise myself on my knees until the tip of his cock is nudging my
entrance. Our gazes lock, our breathing erratic.
"Fuck, Charlie," he grinds out, flexing against me. I whimper, my body
shaking with need. "One thrust," he whispers, his eyes pleading with me.
"Yes," I sob, "Please, Lach."
"Look at me."
I do. I would do anything he tells me to right now.
"Good fucking girl," he breathes, the smoky gray swirling in the depths
of his eyes, taking me hostage as he holds me still. He pulls his hips away
from mine and then thrusts into me, filling me. Completing me. I struggle
against his grip, desperate to take what my body wants.
"You fit me like a fucking glove," he rasps through clenched teeth as he
pulls back one more time and rams into me, my pussy clenching around
him, a mix of pleasure and pain like I haven’t experienced before.
"Fuck, Charlie," he says, his voice shaking. He pulls out and pushes my
hips back so I’m sitting on his thighs. "You feel too fucking good." He
hooks his leg around mine and flips me under him in one smooth motion.
"Time to even up the score," he says, kissing the hollow of my throat,
between my breasts, my navel, my pubic bone. My back arches as his
breath feathers over my clit.
He lowers his face between my legs, our gazes locked. He drags his
tongue up my slit, stopping before he reaches my clit. I squirm, trying to get
his mouth to where I need it.
"Tell me what you want, Charlie." He drags the flat of his tongue over
my clit and I swear my soul leaves my body. "This?" he asks, pushing a
finger into me, chuckling as my back bows. He curls his finger, massaging
my g-spot. "Or maybe this?" He fits his mouth over my clit, pulsing the
suction until I'm screaming for him to let me cum. Just as my orgasm starts
building, he pulls away, walking himself up my body with his elbows until
his cock nudges at my entrance. He pulls my hips up and puts a pillow
underneath me. "Or is this what you want?" he breathes, sliding his entire
length into me. He lowers his weight, his pubic bone rocking back and forth
over my clit.
"Oh, God, Lach."
"I like when you pray to me," he chuckles, pulling back and thrusting
into me again.
"Please," I gasp, digging my nails into his ass.
He obeys. Three hard thrusts, and I'm on the precipice of something I
know will change me forever.
"And now you can curse me like the devil I am," he says, rolling off me,
his breaths coming hard and fast.
"Fuck," I sob. I circle my fingers over my clit as I give in and let need
take control.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" Lach asks, watching as I push myself
closer.
A giant horn blares from high above, startling us.
"Right on time," Lach grins, lifting my fingers to his mouth and licking
them clean. "Ready for some adventure, Carebear?"
I reach up and push a lock of hair from his forehead, sweeping my
thumb over his freckles before bringing his mouth down to meet mine. The
kiss is tender and filled with promise. "I'm ready for anything as long as I'm
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can still feel my heart beating between my thighs as we prepare to
disembark. We’re anchored several hundred feet offshore, a small tender
boat bobbing in the water below, waiting to ferry us to the island just off
the bow. In true Scottish fashion, gale-force winds claw at us, each gust
churning the water until it looks like we’re caught in a washing machine.
"Is this safe?" I ask, looking up at Lach, my heart lodging in my throat
as the boat rises over a swell.
"The captain has years of experience; he wouldn't put us at risk. We
have lifejackets and a GPS beacon just in case," he says, tucking a stray
strand of hair behind my ear.
"Okay," I whisper, steeling myself. I can do this.
"Hey," he whispers, tilting my face toward his, "We don’t have to do
this. We can motor to calmer water or head back toward the marina and do
something on land instead."
"No," I insist, shaking my head. "This boat is an important part of who
you are – I want to do this with you. You and I haven't had as much time
together as I've had with Jack and Cam." I chew on my lip, meeting his
gaze. "There's a hole in here that's been waiting to be filled by you." I
flatten his hand over my heart, holding it there.
He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head, his hand
moving in comforting circles over my back. "I feel the same way, Charlie."
He releases me and disappears into the cabin for a minute, coming back
with a gigantic pack on his back.
"What's that for?" I ask. "I thought this was just a quick trip to see the
cave."
He laughs sheepishly. "I'm making sure we were ready for anything. I
packed flashlights and helmets in case you want to explore in the cave; I
have firewood in case we want a fire... lunch, a blanket in case you get
cold..." he says, ticking the items off on his fingers.
"And if you get cold?" I tease.
"I have one blanket in case we get cold," he says, biting his lip and
wiggling his eyebrows up and down suggestively. I laugh and follow him
down a set of stairs and over a walkway to the tender. He throws his pack to
the captain, hops in, then grabs my waist and lifts me on board.
He looks at my face and immediately grabs a life jacket and fastens it
around me, then does the same for himself, motioning for the captain to put
his on as well. I lean against Lach and close my eyes, turning my face to the
wind as we make our way toward shore. We hit the sand after a couple of
minutes, and the captain hops out, steadying the boat. Lach hands him the
pack, rolls up his linen pants and jumps out, holding his hands out to me. I
brace myself on his shoulders, and he swings me away from the boat,
sliding me down his body until my toes touch the sand.
"Is he going to stay there the whole time?" I ask, surreptitiously looking
over my shoulder at the captain, making sure he isn't leaving. I can't help
thinking that our odds of survival aren't great if we end up stranded here –
the entire island is one giant rocky cliff face.
"He’ll stay there the whole time," Lach promises. "We'll be on the other
side of the island, so we won’t be able to see him, but he'll be there
waiting."
"Good." I force myself to take deep, calming breaths. "I think I need to
get out a little bit more – expand my horizons, so I don't panic over tiny
things," I murmur, more to myself than to Lach. "You probably think I’m
ridiculous, don’t you?"
"No, I absolutely do not think you're ridiculous. Having anxiety when
you're doing something new is completely normal. Expected, even." He
presses a firm kiss to my forehead, holding me there until I wrap my arms
around him. "Are you ready?" he asks, threading his fingers through mine.
"Ready," I confirm, walking with him along the beach, the boat slowly
disappearing from sight. "So, tell me about this cave," I say, carefully
picking my way over the rocks.
"It’s called Fingal's Cave. It’s pretty popular due to the rock formations,
but I’d be surprised if anybody is there today due to the wind."
"What makes it so special?"
"You’ll have to wait and see, Carebear," he says, grinning, "I don't want
to ruin it for you."
We round the bend, and there she is in all her glory. Rocky hexagonal
spires of rock stretch toward the sky like giant stairs leading to the mouth of
the largest cave I’ve ever seen.
"Oh my God," I breathe, my eyes wide as I take everything in. "I can't
believe the rock forms like this naturally," I say, walking to the nearest
stone and placing my palms flat on top of it, marveling at the shape.
"Isn't it amazing?" Lach asks, coming up behind me and wrapping an
arm around my waist. "It’s like something out of a fairytale. I wouldn't be
surprised to find out a dragon used to live here. Or a family of giants."
I study the cave, the sheer magnitude of it making my heart beat faster.
It stretches high above us, the wind whistling across the opening.
"So, what do you want to do first?" he asks, propping his pack against a
rock to give his shoulders a break.
"What do you want to do first?" I echo, but he’s shaking his head before
I even get the last word out of my mouth.
"This is your day, Carebear."
"This is our day," I say, shuffling between his legs and wrapping my
arms around his waist. I look at him. "Tell me what you want to do."
He takes his time answering, the heat in his gaze burning me alive.
"You," he says finally, his voice husky. He tilts his head and presses his lips
to mine, his tongue demanding entrance as he slides his hands over my ass,
gripping me firmly.
"I thought we were drawing this out as long as possible," I murmur
against his lips, groaning as he pulls me against him, our hips fitting
together like we were made for each other.
"We are, but I can't manage to keep my hands off of you, Charlie," he
rasps, lifting me until I'm balanced on my toes, then dragging my body
down his, lighting me up like a goddamn firework. "You're the sweetest
fucking torture," he breathes against my cheek, pushing his fingers into the
hair at the base of my skull and pulling to expose my neck. "I'm going to
spend the rest of my life learning how to draw every last drop of pleasure
from your body," he says, kissing, licking, and biting his way down my
neck.
"I’d like that," I whisper, my eyes fluttering closed, butterflies going
haywire in my stomach.
"Would you now," he chuckles, cupping my breast and flicking his
thumb over my nipple.
"Yes." I lean into his touch, a moan catching in my throat. He palms my
thighs and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
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hat I want," I say, moaning as Lach rolls my nipple between his


"W fingers, "is to find my voice."
He freezes, my response taking him by surprise. "What do you
mean?" he asks, lifting me to sit on the rock, his hands gripping mine.
I look up at him, opening myself, letting him see me, then drop my gaze
to our intertwined fingers. "Before I came here, I had only ever been with
Rob. To him, I was just a body he could fuck when he needed a release. He
didn't give a shit that I never got there, and he never made any effort to
figure out what makes me tick."
Lach's hands clench. "I swear to God, I'll kill him if I ever see him,
Charlie. You deserved so much better."
I bring one of his hands to my lips, kissing his knuckles, then press his
palm to my cheek. "Don't worry, the lawyer Lorna recommended will take
him to the goddamn cleaners. What I meant when I said I want to find my
voice is I want to be able to tell the three of you what I like and what I
want. I've never done that before, so it doesn't come naturally. You guys
have opened up this incredible world to me, and I don't want to be a
bystander. I want the words to come easily. I want a voice."
"I want that for you, too, my beautiful, courageous girl." He caresses my
cheek with his thumb. "What does that look like to you? How can I help
you?"
"I've been thinking about it for the last couple of weeks, and I think
encouraging me to repeat the things you say will be the easiest way for me
to get used to it."
The corner of his mouth pulls up. "So if I'm eating your pussy and I say,
'Do you like how my tongue feels on your clit?', you want me to encourage
you to answer me using similar language?"
I nod, heat rising to my cheeks.
He chuckles, the low rasp scraping over my skin and making me shiver.
"My dirty girl." He pushes his hand under my shirt and palms my breast, his
scruff scraping my temple as he puts his lips to my ear. "I love your tits.
They are a perfect handful." He squeezes them, tracing his finger around
my areola. "Do you like it when I tease you?" he breathes.
"Yes," I moan, pushing into his hand. He pulls my shirt over my head,
tossing it on the pack.
"Do you want my fingers or tongue?" he asks, a rough, desperate edge
to his voice.
"Tongue." I cry out as he fastens his mouth over my nipple and pulls it
into his mouth, my core spasming.
He moves to my other breast and then puts his forehead to mine,
breathing hard. "Tell me what you want, Charlie."
I relax my mind and say what I'm feeling. "I want you to fuck me. Hard.
I want to feel you pulsing inside me when I cum."
"Fuck, Charlie." His expression is pained. "You're not making this
easy."
I start unbuckling his belt, relieved when he doesn't stop me. I wrench
his pants open and then push his boxers down, humming as his thick length
springs out. I run my hand down and back, a drop of precum glistening in
the sun. "If I fuck you right now, I won't be able to stop," he says, bucking
his hips as I squeeze him, groaning, "And I'm not ready for this to end,"
I shriek when he grabs my hips and flips me around, my torso pressed
against the rock, only the tips of my toes touching the ground. He jerks my
shorts and underwear down around my knees and positions his cock at my
entrance.
Voices drift through the air, making both of us freeze.
I look back at him, my eyes wide, and God – the image of him with his
nostrils flared, his jaw set – will stay with me forever. "Just one," he
mouths, ramming into me. I bite my hand as my pussy clenches around
him. He pulls out and I feel the loss in my soul.
"She's crying for me, Charlie," he says, his gaze locked between my
legs. "Soon. I promise." He pulls up my underwear and shorts, then zips
himself up. He helps me stand, pushing me against the rock and devouring
my mouth. He pushes his thigh between my legs and I drop my weight,
rocking against him. "Charlie, there are people coming," he mumbles
against my lips, but his body betrays him, his hands sneaking up to my
breasts. "No," he rasps, stepping away from me as he feels my thighs
starting to clench. "Don't you dare," he breathes, his chest heaving as he
watches me run my hand down my stomach on the way to my clit. "That
orgasm belongs to me, Charlie. I'm going to fuck you with my tongue until
I feel those first tremors, and then I'm going to bury my cock inside you and
fuck you until we get there together." He frames my face with his hands,
forcing me to look at him. "Do you understand?"
I nod, my pulse pounding in my ears. I've never felt like this. I never
imagined myself being one of those people that doesn't care that someone
could see us. I've never wanted anyone so much that I would risk
everything. We step away from each other as a group of three people comes
around the bend. They smile at us politely and continue toward the cave.
"Do you want to eat lunch now?" Lach asks, giving the intruders a dirty
look.
"We may as well. Maybe they'll be gone by the time we're done and we
can explore the cave alone."
"And what will we do in the cave alone?" he asks, raising one eyebrow.
"Stuff," I say, taking the containers he hands me.
"Stuff?"
"Mmhmm."
"This is the perfect time to work on your voice, Carebear."
"While we're eating?"
"Eating is innately sexual, don't you think?"
I look at his mouth, his tongue peeking out as he pushes a strawberry
past his lips. I want that tongue doing dirty, nasty things to me. I bite my
lip, keeping the words in.
"Tell me about one of your fantasies," he demands as he tears apart a
crusty baguette.
My cheeks flush immediately, the one thing I can't seem to get out of
my head rushing to the forefront of my mind.
"Tell me," he insists, spreading cheese on a piece of bread and handing
it to me.
"I can't," I say, my heart pounding in my throat, butterflies going crazy
in my stomach.
"Yes, you can," he coaxes.
I shake my head. How could I ever tell him what goes on in my mind?
How dirty I really am?
"Nothing you say would ever change my opinion of you, Charlie," he
says, reading my mind.
I shove the bread in my mouth to give myself time to think and he
laughs – a deep, soulful belly laugh that instantly relaxes me. Fuck I love
this man.
"If you want a voice, you need to practice using it, Charlie."
I nod and take a deep breath. "It involves all four of us."
"Thank God," he says, his eyes crinkling. "Your reaction made me a
little nervous, if I'm being honest."
"All four of us at once," I say, letting the words tumble from my mouth
before I can think about them.
"Now we're getting somewhere. What else?"
Oh God. I can't believe I'm even considering saying this out loud. Lach
hands me another piece of bread and gives me an encouraging smile. I
nibble on the edges, trying to figure out how to say it.
"Close your eyes and imagine it – it'll help the words flow."
I close my eyes and imagine it. The scene in my head is so vivid that I
almost moan. "Jack is laying on the bed, propped up with pillows. He pulls
me on top of him, but my back is to his front." I blow out an unsteady
breath, keeping my eyes scrunched closed.
"Keep going," Lach says, his voice husky.
"Um," I lick my lips, "he..." I panic and open my eyes.
"He's fucking your ass?" Lach guesses, holding a strawberry to my lips.
"Yes," I breathe, biting down on the strawberry and covering my face
with my hands.
"That can't be what's making this so hard. We knew that was going to
happen the second he claimed your ass virginity."
I laugh, a bit of the tension easing from my shoulders. I hold his gaze as
I keep talking, "You climb on top of me, eat me out, and then fuck me."
"While Jack is fucking you?"
I nod, clenching my thighs together to ease the ache.
"That's called double penetration," he says matter-of-factly. "Now you
know what to call it next time. And where is Cam in all of this?"
You can do this, Charlie, I say to myself, talking myself up. I take a
deep breath. "Fucking you."
"Fuck," he chokes out, gulping down some water. "Your fantasy is my
cock buried in your pussy and Cam's cock buried in my ass?
"Or vice versa. I've imagined it both ways."
His pupils blow wide and he runs his hands through his hair, making it
stick up. He studies me. "It's like you were made for us. Or maybe we were
made for you?" he asks, thinking it over. "Can I ask you something kind of
personal about Jack?"
I nod.
"If he were bi, would you share him?"
"Absolutely not. He's mine," I say, surprising myself.
"Charlie—" My name is a plea on his lips. A prayer. "Marry us. Please."
"Last time I checked there are two more of you that would need to ask."
"Tell me what it'll take, Charlie."
"I don't want a proposal that is an afterthought to a conversation or sex.
I want it to be planned. I want you all to be sure that's what you want."
"Do—" he starts, but I cut him off.
"And I want you and Cameron to propose to each other if that's what
you want." He sniffs loudly. "Are you crying?"
"No. Maybe." Lach laughs, pulling me into a hug. "You make me so
fucking happy, Charlie."
I squeeze him back, tears pricking my eyes when I realize what this
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ravel crunches under our feet as we walk into the cave. Lach stops
and throws his head back in a wild howl, the sound bouncing off the
walls, surrounding us until that feral part of me claws its way to the
surface and joins in. Lach grins, grabbing me and spinning us around until
we're both dizzy and out of breath. Adrenaline bubbles under my skin – I
feel alive and ready to take on the entire fucking world.
"You don't know how good it feels to be myself around you, Charlie,"
he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Yes, I do." I run my fingers over his stubbled jaw, push up on my
tiptoes and kiss him.
The sea sweeps through the mouth of the cave, collecting in pools
before being sucked back into the open ocean. We walk hand-in-hand down
a rocky path along the left side of the cave – the only precarious access to
the cavern at the back. Lach pulls an electric lantern out of his bag and
holds it in front of us, illuminating our surroundings.
"Close your eyes," he says, raising his voice above the roar of the water.
"I can barely see it as it is," I protest.
"Close your eyes, Charlie. Please."
I shuffle back until I feel the cave wall behind my back before I close
my eyes, resisting the urge to peek as I hear him walking around, then the
flare of a match and water splashing. I startle when the warmth of his hands
cradles my face.
"Okay," he whispers, brushing his lips over mine.
A small gasp slips between my lips as I open my eyes. There are candles
everywhere – lining the edges of the pools, floating in the water – light
bouncing off the cave walls, casting everything in a dazzling watery golden
glow.
Now I know why the pack was so heavy. "It's beautiful," I whisper,
wishing I had my paints or a sketchbook. I pull out my phone and settle for
a picture instead.
"Shall we?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, and sweeping his hand toward
the pools.
I look between him and the water. "Shall we what?" I ask.
"Swim," he clarifies, stripping off his T-shirt.
Dark water typically terrifies me, but the fear diminishes with every
inch of skin he exposes. I want to be next to him. On him. Impaled by him.
I blow out a shaky breath as he peels off his boxers, my body
immediately reacting to his. Heat floods my veins as I pull off my clothing
piece by piece. He groans as he wraps his arms around me, our naked
bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. He walks me back until
I'm flat against the cave wall, frames my face with his hands, thumbs on
either side of my mouth, and just looks at me. I look back at him, emotion
swirling through me, bubbling just under the surface
"I’ve never felt like this before," I whisper, my words tumbling over
each other.
A line forms between his eyebrows. "You don’t feel the same with Jack
and Cameron?"
I shake my head, biting my lip as I try to find the words to explain how
I feel. "I feel safe and cherished with Jack, needed and worshipped with
Cam." I slide my hands down Lach's shoulders, moving to his waist, then
his ass, pulling him against me.
"And with me?" he breathes, his lips against my ear.
"Free," I say simply.
I feel him smile. "Free is good. Let’s finish this conversation later –
maybe on the boat after we've finally fucked," he says, a hint of desperation
behind his chuckle. I shiver as desire courses through me. He crushes his
body to mine, our lips and tongues warring against each other until we’re
both gasping for air.
"Fuck," he mutters, pressing his forehead to mine, our chests heaving.
"It's so difficult for me to stay in control when I'm with you."
"I don’t want you controlled," I say, wondering how many times I’ll
have to tell them that before any of them will actually believe me. "I want
you unrestrained. Wild. Raw." I cup his face, forcing him to look at me. "I
want you. All of you."
In one smooth motion, he pulls my legs around his waist and sinks his
cock into me, the rocks of the cave wall biting into my skin. My back bows
in ecstasy as my body greedily takes everything he’s willing to give.
"Are you sure?" he asks through clenched teeth, his hands trembling on
my thighs. I moan my affirmation as he pulls back and thrusts again.
"You feel so fucking good," he groans, pulling out and sliding his cock
up my slit until the head is resting on my clit, pulsing against me until my
breaths become sobs and I’m straining against him, seconds away from
coming.
"Not yet," he says, holding still until I back off the edge.
I slam my fist against his shoulder. "You can’t keep doing this," I sob,
desperately moving my hips against him. "I don’t think I can take any
more."
"That’s a lie and you know it." He hikes my legs up higher and carries
me to the nearest pool. I brace myself, expecting ice-cold water, but it’s
closer to room temperature – still cold enough to draw out the goosebumps.
He releases me, making sure I'm steady on my feet before disappearing
under the water. I shriek when I feel his head between my thighs, his tongue
seeking out my clit.
Oh God. He's going to fucking drown and I’m not going to do one
goddamn thing about it. His mouth feels so good. He explodes out of the
water and spins me around, pushing me against the smooth rocks at the
pool's edge and slamming into me from behind. I only get two punishing
thrusts before he pulls out, his breathing ragged in my ear.
"Fuck Charlie, you feel so goddamn fucking good."
I'm so close, it doesn't matter that only his chest is touching me. A moan
tears out of me as the first spasm hits.
"Don't you fucking dare," Lach growls. He presses his mouth to the
back of my arm and bites me. Hard. My orgasm rips out from under me, the
pain shocking my system.
"God. That was an asshole move," I snap, rubbing my arm.
"You'll thank me later," he says, fire dancing in his eyes as he presses an
apology kiss to my arm.
"Why can't we have sex now and have it again later?" I argue, crossing
my arms over my chest.
"Because it has to be perfect, Charlie. We get one day. One day for us to
remember for the rest of our lives."
"Well that puts it in perspective, doesn't it?" I mumble, a sense of loss
strangling me, dragging me down.
"Hey," he tips my chin, "Tell me what you're thinking."
I try to hold it in, but emotion gets the best of me. "One time? For the
rest of our lives? That sounds miserable. And highly unrealistic, if I'm being
honest." I sink into the water, his concerned gaze disappearing as I go
under.
He pulls me back up. "You don't get to say that and disappear. Tell me
what you're thinking, Charlie."
"Can we get dressed first?" I ask, rubbing at the goosebumps covering
my arms.
He climbs out without a word and pulls two towels from the pack. We
dress and gather the candles under a blanket of silence. Did I just screw this
all up? I let out a shaky sigh as I follow him from the cave, blinking rapidly
to push back the tears. Lach drops the pack when we reach the entrance and
turns toward me, taking my hands in his.
"Did I just ruin our day?" I ask him, regretting opening my mouth in the
worst way. Why didn't I just wait till after this weekend?
"Because you're communicating what you feel? Never." He tugs on my
hands, pulling me down the beach. We lay down side by side, the sun
warming our faces. "I'm ready when you are," he murmurs, squinting at me.
"Can I ask you a question first?"
"Of course."
"Do you only want one time?"
He barks out a laugh. "Fuck, no."
"Do you think Jack or Cam only want one time?"
"I don't think so."
"Then how did that become a rule?"
"It just feels like that's the easiest way for nobody to get hurt."
I turn to my side so I can look at him, tucking my arm under my head.
"I don't want easy."
He turns toward me, propping himself up on his elbow. "What do you
want, Charlie?"
"I want it to be real. I don't want any of us holding back because of what
happened in the past."
"With Emily, you mean."
I nod. "I'm not her, Lach."
"You most definitely fucking aren't," he chuckles, rolling on top of me,
and caressing my face with sandy fingers.
"Then why do we need rules?" I ask, tracing the freckles on his cheek
with my thumb.
"You need to talk to Jack about that. I don't think he'll ever forgive
himself for what happened. The last thing he wants is for the three of us to
be ripped apart again."
"I would never—" I begin, but Lach cuts me off.
"It's not you he's worried about, Carebear. I don't think he trusts
himself."
"That's stupid," I huff.
He murmurs his agreement, his pupils dilating as his gaze latches onto
my lips. "Can we talk about Jack another time?" he asks, his voice hoarse.
"Yes," I laugh, wrapping my legs around him and pulling his face to
mine. This kiss is different. The red-hot lust is still there, simmering under
the surface, but beneath that, there's a current of fierce, undeniable love
running fast and deep.
"Are you ready?" he asks when we both come up for air.
"Ready for what? Torture or sex?" I ask, raking my hands through his
hair.
"Yes to both," he chuckles against my lips.
"I'm ready," I whisper.
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ach insists on giving me a tour once we're back on the boat. It quickly
becomes evident the yacht was designed for the people Lach is
passionate about helping. There are two kitchens, both equipped to
make specialized meals for patients, complete with secure cold storage for
medications. We pass several rooms dedicated to a clinic and a helipad in
case of emergencies.
We stop in front of a glossy wood-paneled door toward the back of the
boat. "This is my bedroom – our bedroom," Lach says. "Please note that
this is the room farthest away from the control room and kitchens." He
gives me an exaggerated wink.
"Noted," I laugh, remembering how he told me he would fuck me where
no one could hear me scream.
Oh God. Is this finally happening? Butterflies go haywire in my
stomach as he pushes open the door.
"Welcome home, Carebear." He swings me into his arms and carries me
over the threshold. The room is dark and earthy – all greens and wood tones
– and it even smells like him. A large bank of windows, mostly covered by
velvet curtains, leads out to a balcony that runs the entire length of the
room.
"Home?" I echo, running my fingers through the hair at the nape of his
neck.
He carries me to the windows, setting me down so we're both looking
out over the ocean. "I want you to consider this your home, too. Nobody
will use this room but us, so you can bring some clothes and toiletries to
leave here next time."
"Are you asking me to move in with you?" I tease, looking over my
shoulder at him and batting my eyelashes.
He slides his hands around my waist, pulling me against him. "Move in
with me, marry me, have babies with me. I want everything you'll give me,
Charlie."
I turn in his arms, emotion crawling up my throat. "Really?"
He cups my face with his hands, his grip matching the urgency of his
words. "Yes, Charlie. I love you more than I ever thought I could love
someone. My dreams are filled with the four of us teaching our kids to
swim at the beach. Little Charlies running around with wild hair and
freckles."
My smile trembles as I run my fingers over the golden stubble on his
jaw, letting myself believe in his dream for just a second. "I can see you
now – in front of a computer with a kid on each knee, teaching them how to
navigate the stock market."
He snorts. "Not quite the romantic picture I had envisioned, but yes, that
too. Everything we want is right at our fingertips, we just have to reach out
and grab it." He tilts my face up, his gaze holding mine. "Say yes, Charlie."
My heart squeezes painfully. "Lach⁠—"
"Wait – I'll be right back!" he interrupts, running from the room. I turn
back to the windows, gazing out over the horizon as I mull over his words.
He wants kids with me.
With us.
Can I really do this? Be with all three of them for the rest of my life?
I’m so far gone I can’t imagine life any other way.
Lach grunts as he slams into the doorframe on his way back into the
room, then collapses on the bed, gasping for air and clutching his arm.
"Not the entrance I wanted to make," he wheezes, rubbing his shoulder
as he tries to catch his breath. I climb up next to him and pull the comforter
over me, sighing in contentment. I’m pretty sure I could have the best nap
ever in this bed: the rocking of the boat, the minimal light, a plethora of
cozy blankets.
"Naptime?" Lach asks, the corner of his mouth pulling up as he watches
my attempt to cover a gigantic yawn.
"Absolutely not. Not until I have that orgasm you promised me. Then
I'll have the best sleep of my life."
"I'll get right on that," he laughs, "but first, there’s a question I need to
ask you. Do you want to stay rolled up like a burrito or should we go out on
the balcony?"
My heart jumps to my throat as I scramble off the bed and follow him
outside on shaky legs.
He turns to me, running his fingers through his hair nervously. "I was
going to wait," he says, "but after our talk today, I’m having a hard time
thinking about anything else." He caresses the swell of my cheek, then tilts
my chin and covers my lips with his. His tongue sweeps over mine
tentatively before he pulls back to study my face.
"Lach, you’re making me nervous. Why are you staring at me like
that?" I ask, my nerves bubbling over.
"Because I want this moment etched into my memory," he responds,
sinking down onto one knee.
Oh fuck.
"Charlie, for the love of God, tell me you'll marry me. Tell me you can't
live without me." His eyes search mine, desperation swirling through their
depths. "Tell me I'm branded onto your heart like you are on mine." He
squeezes my hands in his. "Tell me you'll stay forever," he says, his voice
wavering.
I blink back tears as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small
box. He sniffs, then laughs as I wipe at my eyes.
"I scoured the internet for days looking for a ring that would reflect how
I feel for you. Nothing seemed right until I remembered I had this." He flips
the clasp with his thumb and opens the box. A gorgeous diamond winks up
at me, a halo of tiny diamonds surrounding it. "This was my grandmother's.
She was feisty and independent. She would have loved you." He pulls the
ring out of the box, holding it carefully between his thumb and forefinger,
looking up at me with naked adoration. "Marry me, Charlie."
I frame his face with my hands, wiping a tear from his cheek with my
thumb. "Will you finally fuck me if I say yes?" I ask, grinning. I wrap my
arms around his neck and kiss him hard.
"Yes," he laughs, blinking back tears.
I hold his gaze as I pull him to his feet, our future spreading before us
with endless possibilities, all of them infinitely better because we have each
other. "Lachlan, I would be absolutely honored to be your wife."
"Really?" he whispers, "You mean it?"
"Yes. I can't imagine a life where you're not in it."
His fingers shake as he slides the ring onto my finger, then he kisses my
hand before he wraps me in a tight hug. "I never let myself believe that you
would actually say yes," he whispers against my ear. "I thought you would
leave and forget about us."
"Impossible," I murmur, brushing my lips over his. I remember thinking
I could go back to my same old boring life like nothing had changed. When
I believed my love for them held no value. When I sent Cam off to a
different country because I thought he'd be better off without me.
These men have changed the very essence of my being in the best ways
possible. How could I ever turn my back on that?
"Lachlan, will you please make love to me now?"
"I thought you’d never fucking ask," he says roughly, pulling me inside
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don't even get a chance to admire the ring on my finger before Lach has
me caged in, my back pressed to the glass doors.
"This is it, Carebear," he warns, caressing my nose with his. "There's
no going back after this."
I slide my hands over his shoulders and around his neck. "Good," I
murmur. "Do you think I would chicken out right before we get to what I've
been waiting for? It's been the longest two months of my life."
"Has it only been two months? It feels like a goddamn lifetime," he says
roughly, pressing his mouth to mine in a tender kiss. "Was that a yes?" he
asks when we finally pull away from each other, breathing heavily.
"Look at me," I demand, framing his face with my hands, forcing him to
look at me. "Yes, I will marry you. Yes, I want to fuck you. Yes, I want you
and everything that comes with you, including your two best friends. My
answer is yes, Lachlan." I raise an eyebrow at him when he pulls out a
phone and shoots off a text, a smile playing on his lips.
"I had to tell the captain our dinner plans," he explains.
"What do you mean our dinner plans? I thought we'd be having sex for
the next few hours at least," I grumble, starting to get royally pissed off.
"I want to take you to this amazing little pub on North Uist. The food is
to die for."
"I don't want food, Lach," I snap, ducking under his arm to go inside.
He follows me in, trapping me in a hug. "Hey, if you don't want to go to
dinner with me, we don't have to go. I just thought it would be nice to have
an actual date, just the two of us.
I immediately feel horrible for being such a brat.
"Plus, I was going to ask you to wear this." He walks to the bed, pulls a
box out of the nightstand, and hands it to me.
I look down at the box, my cheeks heating as I read what it is. "A
remote-control vibrator? You want me to wear this to dinner?" I imagine
some sort of flat vibe that will sit in my underwear, but when he takes the
box from me and opens it, I realize I'm completely wrong.
"I don't know how I could even walk with that in," I protest, studying
the u-shaped contraption, my core feeling more like molten lava by the
second.
"Oh, you'll be able to. It’s the best-rated remote vibe on the market."
"Lach—"
He turns me around and pulls me against him, one arm banded around
my waist. "Hold this," he says, handing me the vibe. "We're going to do a
quick demonstration."
I take the vibe from him, begrudgingly noting the velvety feel of it, the
slight hook at the end that I know will hit my g-spot perfectly. The little
nubby end at the other side of the u-shape must go against my clit. My
pussy clenches in anticipation as Lach slides his hands down my waist,
pushing my shorts and underwear to the ground. I drop my head against his
shoulder as he moves one hand between my legs, sliding easily in the
moisture gathered there.
"Is this all for me, Carebear?" he asks, his breath ragged.
I moan in response as he pushes his middle finger inside me, rocking
the heel of his palm against my clit with each thrust.
"Fuck, Charlie. Remind me why I'm not just throwing you across the
bed and fucking you until you can't remember your name?"
"Dinner," I croak, instantly regretting saying it the second the word
leaves my mouth. "Forget I said that," I beg, "Please lay me on the bed and
fuck me until I can't remember my name. That sounds amazing."
"I will," he promises, taking the vibrator from me, "Later."
I don't get a chance to protest before he's pressing the vibe to my
entrance, circling it there, and then slowly pushing it in. He holds me up
with one arm as my knees give out, adjusting the vibe until the nubby part
is nested against my clit.
He turns me to face him. "How does that feel?" he asks, kneading my
butt cheeks, his nostrils flared, pupils dilated.
"Too fucking good," I breathe, squeezing my thighs together to relieve
the pressure.
"Perfect. Let's go up on deck for some champagne, and you can decide
if you want to go to dinner." He bends and pulls up my underwear, then my
shorts, smacking my butt before motioning for me to follow him from the
room.
"Yes, Coach." As I take a step, my smirk fades, the silicone delivering
the most delicious pressure to my g-spot. "Oh Lord," I breathe, my voice
just as shaky as my knees.
"If it's too much – if you can't take it⁠—"
That motherfucker. "I can take it," I snap, concentrating on my
breathing as I follow him out into the hallway.
"I'll make you a bet," he says, grinning. "I bet you can't stop yourself
from cumming on the vibe."
"Fine. What do I get if I win?"
"Whatever you want."
"And if you win?"
"Whatever I want."
Oh fuck.
"Deal," I say before I can chicken out. "You're not going to turn this
thing on when I'm in the middle of talking to someone, are you?" I ask,
belatedly realizing the implications of accepting his challenge.
His eyes widen. "Who me? I would never do that."
"I swear to God, Lach. You better not."
"I thought you said you could take it."
"I can, dammit." I clench my jaw as he motions for me to climb the
stairs.
He cups my ass halfway up, and I barely resist pushing back into his
hands. "You have the perfect ass," he breathes. As I take the last step, he
bends down and bites the swell of one cheek. I squeal and twist away from
his grip but only make it a few feet before the pressure on my clit has me
stumbling into the wall.
"Fucking hell," I mutter, giving Lach a dirty look.
"Just give yourself a little time to get used to it." He wraps me in his
arms.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to this," I gasp, dropping my head against
the wall as he grinds against me. I can feel his lips curl against my neck
when he smiles, his tongue tracing the delicate line of my throat.
"How about that champagne," I rasp, desperate to numb the steady ache
that’s becoming impossible to ignore.
Lach leads me to a cozy seating area with a view of the setting sun and
motions to someone behind us.
"Normally, I wouldn't have someone serving us, but I'm not too keen on
leaving you here on your own at the moment."
"Why?"
"Because the second I'm not watching you, you're going to get the idea
in your head that you can just get there without me knowing."
"I highly doubt—," I clamp my mouth closed to keep in a moan as I sit
down and the vibe pushes into my g-spot and clit at the same tie. "Fuck," I
whimper, holding myself perfectly still.
"All you have to do is rock back and forth a couple of times," he taunts,
his gaze glued between my legs. He palms my thigh and pushes me back a
fraction of an inch.
Pleasure courses through me, my eyes rolling back before I can wrestle
myself back under control. Get it together, Charlie.
"Your champagne, Miss."
I open my eyes to a friendly smile and reach up to take the glass from
him, gulping it down. His smile drops as he watches me, his gaze flying to
Lach. "Is she okay?"
He bites his cheek to keep from smiling, but I can see the corners of his
mouth twitch as he ensures him I'm fine, just a bit parched.
"Sit up straight, Charlie," he says after the man sets the bottle down and
leaves, "It'll help even out the pressure. Better?" he asks, watching me like a
hawk as I change positions.
"Barely," I mutter, pouring myself another glass of champagne.
"We can go back down to the room⁠—"
"No!" I cut him off. "I'm going to win this bet if it kills me."
He chuckles, twisting the stem of his glass between his fingers, "Death
by not cumming – is that even possible?" He reaches into his pocket and
pulls out the remote. "Why don't we find out?"

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o you want to change before dinner?" Lach asks, noticing the


"D goosebumps racing over my body as the breeze from the open door
caresses my skin. My shoulders shake as a shiver takes hold of my
body.
"Yes, but I didn't think we'd be leaving the boat. I didn't bring anything
appropriate for dinner."
"It's a pub, Charlie. You don't need to dress up. Although, this does give
me an excuse to give you the present I brought you."
My heart jumps to my throat. "You got me a present?"
"Don't get too excited," he chuckles. He opens the closet, pulls out a
box wrapped in newspaper, and hands it to me. I carefully pick at the tape,
scanning over the article headings and pictures on the paper. I freeze, tilting
the box so the paper is right-side up. It's filled with photos of the four of us,
some of me alone, or me with one or all of the guys. I scan the words,
realizing the ‘articles’ are all poems and song lyrics.
"Did you do this?" I ask, blinking back tears.
"I hope you like it because I'll be wrapping everything in that for at least
the next twenty-five years."
I drop the box on the bed and throw my arms around his neck. "I love
it," I whisper in his ear. "Thank you for such a thoughtful gift."
"You haven't even opened it yet," he laughs.
"I promise the paper is better than what’s inside."
He chuckles, handing me the box again, and I carefully peel off the
paper, saving it to frame when we get home. I lift the lid to find a dusty blue
colored sweat suit, soft and silky beneath my fingertips.
"This is gorgeous," I murmur, pulling it out, and admiring the tailoring.
It looks expensive and comfy as hell.
"It reminded me of the color of your eyes, and I know how much you
like comfortable clothes..." he trails off, shrugging his shoulders.
"Thank you, Lach." I press a kiss to his cheek and strip right in the
middle of the room, using his shoulder to balance as I pull on the
sweatpants, studiously ignoring what the vibe is doing to me. "It's perfect!"
I turn in a circle in front of him. "What do you think?"
"Stunning," he says, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for
another kiss. When we finally break away from each other, we make our
way to the deck. The boat is tied to an impressively large dock just outside a
weathered, wood-planked building. Lach keeps me steady with a tight grip
on my elbow as we walk down the gangway. I'm thankful for the support
when my knees start wobbling with every step, my clit throbbing in time to
my heartbeat. Every single time I move, the vibe press against my clit or
my g-spot – even if I stay perfectly still, I can still feel it keeping me right
on the cusp of a violent orgasm.
"How many people come here on boats this size that need a dock that
big?" I ask.
"Me."
I gape at him. "You? You had this dock built?" He nods. "You like this
place so much that you had a dock built so you could come whenever you
wanted?" I ask incredulously, letting that information sink in, and finding I
don't quite like the feeling of it.
"It's my sister's pub, Charlie."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I screech, too mortified about the
situation to care that I sound like a banshee. "Your sister? I'm meeting your
sister with a remote-control vibe shoved up my pussy?" I shove my palms
against his chest, blood pulsing in my temples, my blood pressure sky high.
"We're turning around right now and taking this out." I spin on my heel,
dragging him with me.
Someone calls out his name and I turn to see a blonde woman striding
down the dock toward us. Lach holds his arms out to her, pulling her into a
tight hug, his features softening.
"Pen, this is my fiancée, Charlie. Charlie, this is my sister, Pen," Lach
introduces us, beaming.
I reach out to shake her hand, but she grabs my left hand instead, "You
did it, Lachie! I'm so proud of you!" She pulls me into a hug, squeezing me
tight around the neck. "I can't believe I'm going to have a sister!"
"Nice to meet you, Pen," I laugh. She's beautiful: delicate pixie features
and blonde hair that waterfalls in thick waves over her shoulders. She's
wearing a fitted army green coverall, but she pulled the top half off and tied
the arms around her waist, revealing a white tank top underneath.
"It's Penelope, but Jack started calling me Pen as a joke, and it stuck."
"What do you prefer?" I ask, struggling to keep pace as she pulls me by
the hand toward to pub.
"Pen is fine. I'm used to it now. Is Charlie a nickname?"
"My given name is Charlotte, but my friends call me Charlie."
"Charlie it is," she says, winking. "Are you hungry? I put together a
tasting menu when Lach told me you were on the way."
"You're the chef here?"
"Sometimes the chef, sometimes the bartender, sometimes a waitress. It
just depends on the day."
"Jack of all trades?" I ask as we approach the building.
"You could say that," she says proudly. "I took out a loan from Lach
several years ago and finished paying it off a couple of months ago. I could
never have done it without his help."
"Anything to get you off that godforsaken boat," Lach mutters.
"I used to dive for scallops," she explains, "I still go out in the crew now
and then – that's why I thought the pub was a good idea. We had to ferry the
scallops over to the mainland every day. Now we serve them here. Plus a lot
of other local seafood. Even lamb that's raised here on the island."
"That's amazing, Pen. What an incredible accomplishment."
"Thank you," she grins, her blue eyes lighting up. "Come on." She holds
the door open and then motions for us to sit in a large corner booth. "I'll be
back with the food," she says before disappearing through the door that I
assume leads to the kitchen.
"She's amazing, Lach."
"Isn't she? I'm so proud of everything she has accomplished so far. She's
really carved a spot for herself here." He reaches across the table and grabs
my hands, the callouses on his palms sending a thrill of lust zinging straight
to my core.
"Now I understand why you had the dock built," I say begrudgingly. I
start to cross my legs but quickly realize I can't do that without putting
myself in an impossible situation. Fuck.
"How are you feeling?" Lach asks, his lips pursed, trying to hold in a
laugh.
"Fine, thank you." I take a giant gulp of the beer in front of me. "What
kind of beer is this? I don’t usually find ones I like, but this one’s amazing!"
"Pen has a brewery in the back. She started it last year."
"She made this? Holy shit."
"I know, right? I told her she needs to enter it into some competitions."
"She should! I don't know anything about beer, but this is the best I've
ever tasted."
"Tell her that before we leave. Maybe she’ll listen if it’s coming from
you."
I nod and take another gulp, setting my glass down to find Lach staring
at me, a weird look on his face.
"What?" I ask, wiping at my mouth, wondering if I have something on
my face. I jerk in my seat as the vibe starts moving inside me, the hooked
part circling my g-spot. I clutch the table, lifting my weight off the bench.
"Lach – fuck," I gasp, barely stopping myself from rocking my hips on
the bench seat. "Turn it off," I beg, my voice strangled as I attempt to keep
myself together.
Lach fumbles under the table and the silicone nestled against my clit
starts vibrating. A startled moan forces its way out of my lips before I can
stop it. "Lach, please," I groan.
"I hope you two are hungry!" Pen says, her arms laden with plates. I
shoot a glare at Lach before smiling up at her. Lach jerks and I hear
something fall on the floor under the table.
Oh my fucking God.
Lach widens his eyes, an apology in his gaze before turning to Pen.
"This looks amazing, Pen. You really outdid yourself." He helps her find
space on the table for all the plates while I desperately try to hang on to my
sanity and not orgasm in front of his little sister.
"Let me know if you two need anything," Pen says, glancing at the table
and making sure everything is perfect before she leaves us.
I slide my hand between my legs, pressing the vibe tighter to my body,
well past the point of rational thought. Lach dives under the table,
scrambling for the remote.
"God, I'm sorry, Charlie." He clicks it off just as the first spasm starts.
"Oh fuck," I whimper.
"No, you don't." Lach grabs ice from his glass of water and shoves it
down the front of my shirt before I can block him.
The cold switches my brain into survival mode. "It's stuck in my bra!" I
hiss, reaching down the front of my shirt to dislodge it. I sag against the
back of the booth, panting. "I almost lost the bet," I say, licking my lips.
"Maybe I should have left it on?" His finger hovers over the button,
contemplating.
"Don't you fucking dare," I hiss. "Unless you want me to cum – loudly –
in the middle of the pub."
"That's a horrible argument, Charlie. I would love to see that," he says,
his voice dropping an octave.
My jaw drops. "You're a dirty, dirty man, Lachlan."
"I never pretended to be anything different."
"True," I laugh, remembering how he encouraged my relationship with
Jack. "You know, if it weren't for you, all of this would have turned out very
differently."
"I think about that almost every day," he admits, "I was so scared you’d
think I was a perv."
"As it turns out, I'm a perv, too," I laugh. "Who knew."

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serve myself from the plates Pen set before us on the table.
"This is easily enough food for ten people," I grumble, wondering
what’s going to happen to it if we don’t finish it.
"It won't go to waste, don't worry. Pen will take the leftovers to her
neighbors."
"Her neighbors?" I ask, cutting the scallop with a fork before popping a
piece in my mouth.
"She lives in an old folks' home."
"She what?" I ask, thinking I must have misunderstood him.
"It's a long story, but she rents an apartment in a retirement facility.
Whenever she has extra food, she sneaks it in for her neighbors."
"I'm going to have to hear that story sometime," I chuckle. I imagine her
sneaking down hallways and leaving trays of food on doormats.
"I’ll leave that story to her. She’s a fantastic storyteller."
I cut a piece of lamb, rolling my eyes in ecstasy as it melts in my mouth.
Every dish is excellent – something you would expect from a Michelin
restaurant, not a pub on a forgotten Scottish island.
"Why did she choose to open the pub here?" I ask. "She would have
made a killing in pretty much any big city."
"This acted as her home base when she was fishing. She saw a need in
the community and decided to fill it. There are places like this throughout
the highlands – exceptional culinary talent that has been kept secret for
years – and that's how they like it," he says, shrugging.
"Fulfillment, not recognition?"
"Exactly."
"That's kind of romantic."
Lach laughs. "I don't think she'd see it that way, but I agree. There’s
something special about it, isn't there?"
"It's how all the Hallmark movies start," I tell him, "Small town, cute
little business..."
"I sure hope it works out like that. She’s only met a few people her age
here. I'm worried she won't ever meet that special person."
"You never know – meeting somebody wasn't even on the radar when I
came to Scotland. And now I have three somebodies."
"Two somebodies and one fiancé," Lach corrects, grinning.
His smile startles me. He’s so fucking gorgeous. My fiancé. Suddenly I
don't care so much about the bet. All I care about is getting back to the boat
and getting lost in each other.
"Lach—"
"I know. Me too. I'm about to bust through the zipper of my pants. I
have no idea how I’ll walk out of here with my dignity intact."
"Let's hurry," I plead, shoveling another bite of food into my mouth.
"'Hurry' isn't a word in Pen's vocabulary. She probably has a five-course
dessert planned and a brewery tour after." He pulls me to his side and kisses
my cheek. "I promise we'll survive this." He spoons some mussels onto his
plate, snags one with his fork, and feeds it to me.
White wine, butter, and garlic explode over my tongue. "Damn. She can
really cook, can’t she?"
"Pen's amazing. She’s good at so many different things." The adoration
in his words is adorable.
After another ten minutes, I’m in absolute agony. "If you want me to be
able to enjoy myself, I need to get this thing out of me. You've edged me to
the point where I’m questioning my sanity."
"What about the bet?" he asks, sliding a piece of bread through the
white wine sauce and holding it to my lips.
"You win," I say simply, taking the bread from him with my teeth and
licking a drop of butter from my lips.
His gaze follows my tongue. "Only if I can take it out of you."
"What?" I balk, "People will see us go into the restroom together."
"So?"
It's hard to hold my resolve when he's looking at me like that – like he
would strip me bare and fuck me right here on the bench seat if I told him it
was okay.
He pulls the remote out of his pocket and turns it on high. I whimper,
barely holding myself together. I notice several people looking over at us
and mortification takes hold. "Fine!" I hiss, "You can do it. Just get this
fucking thing out of me!"
"How are you two doing?" Pen asks, startling both of us. "Ready for
dessert?"
"Always," Lach says easily, his finger hovering over the off button on
the remote. I give him a death stare, and he finally presses it, giving me
back my ability to form coherent words.
"Everything was amazing, Pen," I say, my voice high and breathy.
"Good," she smiles. "Dessert is made to order. It will be about twenty-
five minutes. Feel free to take a walk – there's a path along the water to the
right of the building. You'll have a gorgeous view of the sunset."
"That sounds lovely. Thank you, Pen."
I pull Lach from the booth once she’s back in the kitchen. Once we're
outside, I push Lach away from the front door, my grip on his arm startling
him. "If you don't figure out a way to get this thing out of me in the next
thirty seconds, I'm going to cum, and then all of your hard fucking work
will be for nothing. Got it?"
"Don't you fucking dare." He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder,
and starts jogging down the path.
"Where are we going?" I ask, my words ending on a huff as his shoulder
digs into my stomach with every step.
"There's an old, abandoned fishing shack down this way – at least it
used to be abandoned. We’ll find out in a second." A handful of steps later,
he's setting me down in front of a wood-planked door barely hanging onto
its hinges. He peers through the window next to the door before trying the
handle. The door creaks open, the sounds echoing off the stone walls. "All
clear," he says, pulling me in after him. "Bed or bathroom?" He asks.
I look at the mildewed bed against the far wall and wrinkle my nose.
The bathroom has to be better, right?
"Bathroom?" I answer, swinging my haze back to him. He's staring at
me, his eyes hooded. "Lachlan?"
"I don't know if I can take that out of you, Carebear." The muscle in his
jaw works as he tries to reel himself in. His restraint is holding on by a
gossamer thread, and fuck if I don't want to break right through it.
"Yes, you can." I pull him toward the open door at the back corner,
hoping it’s the bathroom.
"Not unless you want our first time to be in an old fisherman's shack, I
can't," he says, making a half-hearted attempt to pull away from me.
Once we’re both in, I slam the door behind us and take a cursory look
around – a small stand-up shower, a toilet, and a pedestal sink. It’ll do. I
stand on my tiptoes, framing his face with my hands, and slide my tongue
along his bottom lip. I suck it into my mouth, his moan raising goosebumps
over every inch of my skin, his arms finally wrapping around me, pulling
me against his body. I slide my tongue over his, mimicking what our bodies
should be doing.
"Fucking hell, Charlie," he rasps, pulling away and resting his forehead
against mine. I push down my sweatpants, wiggling out of them, then push
my underwear down. I have my hands braced on the sink behind me, ready
to boost myself up, when I hear the click of a button. The vibe comes to life
inside me, bringing me to the edge in less than a second. He pockets the
remote and grabs my knees, hoisting me up onto the sink, my legs spread
wide.
"Goddamnit, Charlie. You’re too fucking sexy." He pulls my shirt off
over my head and pushes the cups of my bra down, sucking one nipple into
his mouth, then the other.
My world starts to narrow, and I fight it with everything I have. "Lach
—" I try to warn him, but the words won't come out.
"You're so fucking perfect," he breathes, his gaze locked between my
legs as he kneads my breasts.
"Lach!" I'm toeing the edge, ready to tumble over. Fuck the bet.
He pulls the vibe out of me without warning, and in those few seconds,
before the tide consumes me, I jerk open his pants, push down his boxers
and pull him out. He twitches in my hand, the drop of precum serving as a
warning I absolutely will not heed. I position myself at the edge of the sink
and pull him closer, nestling the head of his cock against my entrance.
He looks up at me. "Charlie—" he protests, but it’s too late. He grasps
my hips and rams into me. I’m spasming before he even bottoms out,
squeezing him greedily. "Fuck," he groans into my neck, "this was not the
plan, Charlie."
"I don't care what the plan was. I need you. Now." He picks me up from
the sink and turns, pressing my back against the wall, his cock buried deep,
his pubic bone riding over my clit with each thrust.
"Look at me, Charlie."
His gaze tips me over the edge, my entire world condensing to where
our bodies are joined, then exploding outward in a violent burst of
scorching heat that consumes me from the inside out.

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ach's breath shudders in my ear as he slides in, stretching me, milking
his orgasm for all its worth. My pussy squeezes each time he pulls
back, desperate to keep him inside.
"Fucking hell, Charlie," he pants, meeting my gaze, his eyes bright. "I
think the world just tilted on its axis. Nothing will ever be the same."
"My pussy's that good?" I tease, cradling his face and pulling his mouth
to mine, nipping and biting at his lips. He moans, his cock twitching back to
life. I squeeze my legs around his hips, forcing him deeper.
"Charlie—"
"Shhh." I press my finger to his lips, never wanting this moment to end.
"Can we stay like this forever?"
"If I could go about life with my cock buried inside you twenty-four
seven, it would make me the happiest man alive. Unfortunately for us, Pen
expects us back at the pub in five minutes."
"Shit!" I unlock my legs, and he lowers me, ensuring I’m steady before
releasing me. We wash up at the sink together, laughing as we shake
ourselves dry before dressing. As I wobble on one leg, attempting to keep
my balance as I dress, I realize he never even took his pants off. I want to
feel his skin under my hands, explore the ridges of his muscles, taste the
salt on his skin. My knees give out as an aftershock grips me.
Lach grabs me around the waist. "You okay?"
"Just thinking about finally getting my hands on you once we're back on
the boat."
"Mmmm," he groans, capturing my mouth with his. "Maybe I'll ask Pen
for some whipped cream and hot fudge to go."
I smile against his lips, my body thrumming and ready for round two.
"Yes, please. Speaking of Pen..."
"Fuck! I swear to God, everything disappears when I'm with you. No
obligations, no stress. Just you and me in our own little bubble."
A knock on the door brings us down to earth. "Are you two finished in
there? I have to take a piss."
Lach and I stare at each other wide-eyed. I crack first, the giggles
sneaking up on me. By the time we open the door, both of us are wiping at
our eyes, gasping for breath.
Lach takes my hand and pulls me out of the bathroom. Four burly dudes
look at me, their cheeks stained varying shades of pink.
"Sorry about that," Lach apologizes, stalling in the doorway, "we didn't
realize we had company." Dead silence. "Well," Lach says, the silence
becoming awkward, "If you need a great place to eat, the pub just up the
way is excellent. We’re headed that way now if you want to join us. First
beer is on me."
"Lach!" I hiss, absolutely mortified. I don't ever want to see these
people again, and I especially don't want to drink a beer across a table from
him.
"Gentlemen," I greet them, keeping my head high, "Hope your evening
is as enjoyable as mine."
One of them snorts. "I highly doubt that, lass."
I grin and salute them as I follow Lach outside, slamming into his back
when he stops short in the doorway, his eyes wide. "We forgot something in
the bathroom!" he whispers, glancing over his shoulder when we hear the
bathroom door close.
The vibrator. Fuck.
We’re frozen in the doorway, trying to figure out what to do, when the
door swings open, and one of the guys comes out with a wad of paper towel
cradled in his palm, the vibe nestled inside.
"I think you forgot something," he says, walking toward us like it’s an
offering. "I debated not saying anything, but it looks expensive," he smiles,
a dimple flashing through his beard.
I cover my cheeks with my hands as Lach takes it from him, slipping it
into his pocket. "I know this just became infinitely more awkward, but you
now know something that no one else knows, so we may as well get that
beer together," Lach says with a self-deprecating laugh. "I’m Lach," he
introduces himself, then steps to the side so they can see me. "This is my
fiancée, Charlie. We just got engaged today," he beams. I wave awkwardly.
"Well, that explains a lot," a guy that looks like Paul Bunyan says.
"If only you knew how little that actually explains," I mutter.
"Oh, I do want to know," Paul Bunyon says, grabbing a bag by his feet
and hoisting it onto his shoulder. "Lead the way."
"And your friends?" Lach asks, looking around the group.
"I don't know them," Paul Buyon says, shrugging. "We're the new crew
for one of the boats. We met up at the docks, and then the captain pointed us
back here to use the bathroom before figuring out where to get some food."
"What boat?" Lach asks, his shoulders stiffening.
"The Master Baiter," they say in unison.
I snort. "If you tell me the Master Baiter is Pen's boat, it will make my
entire year."
"Did you say Pen? She was supposed to meet us, but I guess something
came up," the quietest of the guys pipes in.
"Yeah, it did!" I laugh, elbowing Lach.
"Come on," Lach says, guiding me to the path. "I have to go tell Pen she
needs to find a new crew."
"What? Why?" I look back at the shack to see the guys gathering their
gear and filing out of the house, following us.
"Did you see them?"
"Yes, they are four handsome men that seem extremely competent.
Didn’t you want her to meet new people?" I ask, trying to keep up with him.
"Not four of them, Charlie."
"Don’t be a hypocrite."
The only response I get is an unintelligible grumble before he opens the
door for the guys and me. Seconds after all six of us get settled in the booth,
Pen comes out with a large porcelain dish holding a towering chocolate
souffle. Her steps falter when she sees the full table, but the need to get the
souffle to the table before it falls takes precedence. She carefully sets the
souffle on the table's edge and pushes it into the center, blowing out a breath
of relief when it doesn’t fall.
"Who are your friends?" She asks, studying the guys with interest.
I keep my mouth closed, waiting for someone to answer her, but there's
only dead silence. I glance at Lach to find him openly contemplating each
of them. They aren’t paying him any attention. Instead, they’re staring up at
Pen with varying degrees of reverence and a strong underlying current of
sexual tension. Color creeps up Pen's cheeks as the silence drags on.
"Pen, meet your new crew. Guys, this is Pen," I say in a rush, unable to
take the silence any longer.
"Fuck," Paul Bunyan mutters.
"My crew?" Pen asks, panic flashing in her eyes. "I'm so confused."
"After orientation, the captain pointed us up to the old fishing shack,"
Paul explains, "When we got there, the bathroom was otherwise, um—" he
clears his throat, "—occupied. Anyway, Lach invited us to come for a beer.
And here we are."
"Here you are," Pen murmurs, her gaze roaming over the guys, then
snapping back to Lach and I. "You did not," she says incredulously.
"Oh they did," says the guy who gave Lach the vibe back. "Loudly."
Oh my God. I start to slide under the table, but Lach hauls me back up.
"We're in this together, Carebear. Don't you dare abandon me at a time like
this."
Pen digs a spoon into the souffle rather violently, spooning portions
onto dessert plates and passing them around. She spins on her heel and
heads to the bar, returning with a tray filled with beer glasses. She motions
for us to help ourselves, then takes the last one for herself.
"To love," she toasts, lifting her glass toward Lach and I, her
movements stiff, "And to a killer scallop season," she finishes, clinking her
glasses to each of the guys. She downs her entire beer in one go, slams the
glass back on the tray and wipes her lips with the back of her hand.
"A killer scallop season?" Lach asks.
Pen leans over the table, her head between Lach and I so no one else
can hear. "It seems like I may have girl-bossed a little too close to the sun
this time. Pretty sure this crew will be the death of me," she mutters. "Okay!
Who's ready for another?" she asks, straightening.
"I think it's time for Lach and I to go," I say, pulling Lach out of the
booth. "Nice to meet you guys. Hopefully we'll see you around sometime,"
I call over my shoulder. I pull Pen into a tight hug, both of us making
promises to get together soon, and then I'm pulling Lach away from the
guys I'm pretty sure he's ready to murder.
"Give me one second," he says, disappearing into the kitchen. He
returns thirty seconds later with a to-go bag hanging from his fingers.
We barely reach the boat before Lach wraps his arms around me. We're
stumbling into walls as we rip at each other's clothes. We're both in our
underwear by the time we make it to the bedroom. I notice the to-go bag
still hanging from Lach's arm, looking at it suspiciously.
"You did not⁠—"
"Oh, I did." He grins, reaching in and pulling out an entire canister of
whipped cream and a full bottle of chocolate sauce.
I reach for the chocolate sauce, but he pulls it out of reach. "I get to do
what I want, remember?"
"You just railed me in a public bathroom with four men listening. I think
it's my turn."
"Fuck. You have a point." He hands me the bottle, and we face off,
waiting to see what the other will do. I rush him, tackling him to the bed
before he can brace himself. I jerk down his boxers, lust blazing through me
as I pull out his cock. I hold the bottle above him, but he grabs my wrist to
stop me.
"Wait." He pushes himself up to the head of the bed, propping himself
up with several pillows. "I want to watch," he says, holding my gaze, "I
want to see your lips stretch around my cock... see the tears in your eyes
when you struggle to take all of me... see my cum glistening on your lips."
Fuck.

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ach looks like a golden god against the deep charcoal of the bedsheets.
His breath hitches as I trace my fingertips from freckle to freckle,
zigzagging over the ridges of his chest, his abs, stopping just shy of
the base of his cock. He circles my wrist with his fingers, pulling my palm
against his length, thrusting against me.
"Naughty boy," I whisper, pulling out of his grasp, determined to torture
him as much as he tortured me over the last twelve hours.
"When I agreed to let you do what you want, I didn't realize you would
punish me."
"Don't act so surprised when you're the one who started this." I smirk. I
climb off the bed and walk to the dresser, rifling through the drawers until I
find what I want.
I hold up the ties and his eyes burn with the fire of a thousand suns.
"Do naughty boys get tied up?" he asks, the corner of his mouth pulling
up.
"Today they do," I say as I drop my bra and underwear on the floor. I
straddle his legs and pull his left wrist to the headboard, leaning forward to
loop the tie through the slat and around his wrist. He turns his head and nips
at my nipple, then opens his mouth wide and sucks me in. The pull of his
mouth shoots a bolt of lust to my core, I thread my fingers through his hair
and pull his mouth back to my breast, my body thrumming. He slides his
free hand over the curve of my ass, then lower, sinking a finger into me
with a low groan.
I clench around him, strung tight enough to cum from one touch. I grind
against his hand, whimpering as his fingers brush against my ass.
"Who's in charge here?" he whispers, catching my lips with his and
pulling me into a scorching kiss.
I pull away, panting. "I am, damn it. Give me your other hand." I bite
my tongue to keep from groaning in disappointment as he pulls out of me.
He licks me off his finger, his eyes rolling back as he tastes me.
"You have no fucking idea how good you taste, Charlie," he rasps,
offering me his hand.
I loop the tie around his wrist, tying another slip knot. I steady my
breathing and push myself back so I’m sitting on his thighs. The bottle of
chocolate sauce is still warm as I grab it from the nightstand and carefully
drizzle it around his head, catching the drips with my tongue before they
run down his shaft and make a mess. I take only his tip into my mouth,
swirling my tongue over him. He pushes his hips off the bed, desperate for
me to take all of him.
I give him what he wants, sinking down until my lips press against taut
skin. I breathe through my nose, swallowing around him, hollowing my
cheeks as I slide back up. I meet his gaze as I run my tongue along the
underside of his cock, sucking on his frenulum.
His composure cracks, naked lust evident in every tortured line on his
face. The broken moan that escapes his lips echoes through me, urging me
higher. I take him in my mouth again, taking him as deep as he'll go,
worshipping him.
"God, Charlie," he grunts, flexing his hips and making me gag. He
struggles at his restraints as I take him in again, lightly scraping my teeth
over him. One jerk and his wrists are free and he’s wrapping my hair in his
fists, pulling my head back. There’s a feral look in his eyes, nostrils flared,
chest heaving in and out. Fuck yes.
"My fucking turn," he growls, lifting me so my pussy is level with his
mouth. He holds my gaze while dragging his tongue through my folds and
over my clit. My body trembles, a whimper escaping my lips as he traces
his fingers down my crack, slipping in to caress the sensitive skin there. I
buck against his mouth, but he holds me still, pulling me in tighter, pulsing
his tongue against my clit, alternating pressure with soft licks. Bringing me
right to the edge and backing off until I'm begging him not to stop. He
lowers me down his body until we’re face-to-face, his gaze locked with
mine. I cradle his face, pressing my lips to his. He smells like sex and lust
and me. I moan as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, fucking me with it.
I wiggle in his grip until he loosens his hold, then lower myself so his cock
slides between my legs, the head nestled against my clit. I roll my hips over
him, lifting up on my knees and positioning him at my entrance. We stay
like that, frozen in time, both of us shaking with need. Then I sink down,
impaling myself.
"God," he groans, his fingers digging into my hips. He slams into me
once, twice, then hooks his leg through mine and flips me over onto my
back. I lock my legs around him, trying to keep him inside me, but he pulls
out, sucking first one nipple, then the other into his mouth. I arch against
him, never wanting him to stop.
"You're so fucking sexy," he groans, running his hand along my waist
and over my hips. He slams into me again, looking down at where we’re
joined. "Your pussy stretches so pretty for me," he rasps, running his
thumbs along my pussy lips, then up to my clit, rolling it between his
fingers. My back bows, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the bed. He
pulls out, hooking his hands under my thighs and lifts my ass off the bed.
"Do you know what we forgot?" he breathes, grabbing the base of his
cock and positioning it at the top of my ass crack.
"What?" I moan, trying to wiggle out of his grip and regain some
control.
He bears down with his pelvis, his cock sliding up through my crack,
catching against my puckered skin.
"The butt plug." He does a complicated maneuver, and suddenly, I'm
face down on the bed, my knees under me, my ass in the air.
"I like you like this," he chuckles, his voice low and gravelly. "Willing
and pliant and ready to do whatever the fuck I want as long as I allow you
to cum."
The feminist in me wants to scream in protest, but he's right.
He straddles my legs, putting pressure on my lower back, tilting my
pelvis to give him better access. He drags the head of his cock over me,
back and forth, back and forth, until I'm trembling with need.
"Please," I whisper, so quiet I'm afraid he won’t hear me.
He does.
He pushes into me slowly, a quarter inch at a time, until he bottoms out.
I circle my hips, reaching between my legs and sliding my fingers over my
clit as he pulls out and slams back in. When he pulls back again, I try to
follow him with my body, but he pushes me to the bed, pulling my knees
out from under me, so I'm lying flat on my stomach.
"So fucking needy," he groans, "I like it." He palms my ass, kneading
and squeezing, his thumbs passing closer and closer to my core, and I can’t
help but angle my hips, opening myself to him.
"I wish you could see yourself, Charlie. Your sweet pussy is dripping
for me, begging me to bury myself inside. Your perfect little asshole winks
at me every time I get close." He grazes it with his thumbs and my insides
seize, anticipation paralyzing me.
"You like that, don't you?" he breathes.
I moan, barely noticing when he leans over to grab something from the
nightstand drawer.
"This will be cold for just a second," he murmurs. I flinch as his thumb
slides down my crack, the lube easing the path. He circles and then slowly
pushes against the ring of muscle. He grabs something from off the bed and
I hear a low vibration. He lifts me slightly, positioning it against my clit.
I bite my lip, the vibe bringing me way too close to the edge. "Lach⁠—"
He pushes his thumb against me again, breaching the muscle, and my
focus shifts to relaxing my muscles to let him in.
"Does this feel okay?"
I nod, and he pushes in further, stopping to let me adjust. He pulls his
thumb out, then pushes back in, my ass following his movements, my body
begging for more. I rock against the vibe, toeing the line again. Lach pulls
out and I hear a box opening, then a squirt of lube. "This one's a little bigger
than last time. If it's too much we can stop."
I mumble my understanding, ready to say yes to anything if it means I
get to cum. My squeak of surprise at the cold lube quickly turns into a low
moan as he pushes the toy into me. He goes slow – in, out, in a little more,
then out. After several times, the uncomfortable feeling dissipates and I
push back against his hand, insisting on more.
"On your knees."
I pull my knees under me and he slips the toy in all the way to the base.
Fuckkk.
He massages my ass, his fingers trembling.
"Charlie—" Lach pleads, his voice ragged.
"Yes, Lach. Please," I beg for him to do something. Anything. I just
need to cum.
He palms his cock, sliding it up my slit, nudging at my entrance. One
hand flexes on my hip like he's trying to stop himself from taking what he
wants.
"Goddamnit, Charlie," he rasps, his control snapping under the pressure.
He rams into me, a low groan escaping my lips as my entire body goes
limp. He lowers himself over me, each thrust stoking the fire impossibly
higher.
"I'm too fucking close, Charlie," he mumbles into my hair as he pushes
into me in one long, smooth stroke. He grabs the vibe and slides his hand
underneath my body, holding it against my clit.
Oh fuck.
I push back as he thrusts into me, then tilt my pelvis as he pulls back,
sliding my clit along the vibe. The sensation of fullness quickly goes from
feeling strange to feeling really fucking good. He moans in my ear, that
desperate sound of surrender shoving me violently over the edge.

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sink into the bed, not caring that my hair will leave a wet patch on the
comforter. The fan blades turn slowly over my head, clicking quietly
with each rotation. Lach dropped me off at the cottage early this
morning and then left me with only a chaste kiss and a pat on my butt out of
respect for Jack. I immediately stripped my clothes off and stepped into a
scalding hot shower, my mind replaying last night on repeat.
"Charlie!" Isla yells through the front door, banging her boot against it.
I sit up, wrapping my towel tightly around me, and pull open the door.
Isla, the godsend she is, stands there with a bottle of wine in one hand and a
bag of to-go boxes in the other.
"You’re a goddamn angel," I say, taking the wine from her and grabbing
two glasses from the kitchen.
"So how’d it go?" she asks, pouring the wine.
"Good," I say, a grin stretching across my face. "Really good."
"Details, Charlie! I need details!" she squeals, dragging me to the couch.
She pops the lids off two containers, giving me a choice between bangers
and mash and chips. I choose the fish after she assures me that she has no
preference.
"He took me out on the boat," I begin, popping a piece of fish into my
mouth, trying to figure out how much to tell her. "We went to a cave first,
and then we stopped at Pen's pub for dinner."
"You got to see Pen?" she asks, pouting her lips. "I miss her so much.
She’s been so busy with the pub she never has time to get together
anymore."
"She’s quite the character, isn’t she?" I ask, chuckling as I take a sip of
my wine.
"She really is," Isla says, laughing. "Did you get to see the Master
Baiter?"
"No, but I about died laughing when I heard the name. Speaking of
which, I have to tell you about Pen and dessert."
"Oooh, juicy gossip?" she asks hopefully, rubbing her hands together.
"Maybe? Lach and I met her new crew members and brought them to
the pub with us for a beer⁠—"
"Wait," Isla interrupts, "where did you meet them?" she asks, confused.
My cheeks flush as I think back to that knock on the bathroom door.
"Well," I clear my throat uncomfortably, "Lach and I were – using the
facilities – and one of the crewmembers also needed to use the facilities."
"Ah," Isla says, her brow wrinkled. "Wait, what?"
I blow out a long breath through pursed lips, trying to decide how to say
this delicately. Why not just go for it, right? "Lach and I were fucking in the
bathroom of the abandoned fish shack near the pub. The guys came in to
use the bathroom," I blurt, the words tumbling from my mouth.
Her jaw drops. "Please don’t tell me your first time with the Lach was in
the bathroom of that fucking shack," she grimaces.
"I know! I know! It sounds gross, but God, it was perfect," I say,
dreamily. "I might still have a couple splinters in my back."
"You’re so weird."
"There was a remote-control vibrator involved, so I can’t be held
accountable for the decisions I made during that period of time," I say,
holding up my hands.
"Well, that makes a whole lot more sense. I'm surprised you didn't do it
in the middle of the pub," she says, laughing, "Go on with your story."
"We brought the crew with us for a beer – an apology of sorts – and I
saw the moment Pen laid eyes on them. And you should have seen how they
were looking at her! I thought Lach was going to leap over the table and
strangle them."
"She has a new crew every season," Isla says, confused, "Is there
something different about this season?"
"Judging by the way she acted, I’m guessing so."
"So, I'm guessing they’re not grizzly guys in their fifties and sixties?"
I laugh at that. "No, absolutely not. Every single one of them looks like
they belong in the pages of an Eddie Bauer catalog. They’re rough, rugged,
and really fucking good-looking".
"Lord have mercy," Isla says, fanning herself, "Maybe she’ll leave one
for me."
"What about those guys that came into the pub the other night?"
Isla shrugs. "What’s the point when they have to return to the US?"
"It could’ve been fun for a little while at least," I say, refilling our wine
glasses.
She wrinkles her nose. "I get attached too easily. Last thing I need is to
be wrapped up in a long-distance relationship when I’m trying to run a pub.
Has Jack told you his plans for tomorrow?" she asks, changing the subject.
I shake my head. "I haven’t talked to him since he dropped me off at the
marina yesterday morning."
"Hey!" she shrieks, making me jump. "What’s on your finger?" She
pulls my hand close to her face. "Did he propose to you?" she asks, looking
at me and then back down at the ring. "He fucking proposed to you!" She
pulls me into a hug, her arms cutting off my air supply. "Oh my God,
Charlie! I’m so happy for you! Do Cam and Jack know yet?"
"I have no idea. I haven’t had a chance to talk to them yet, and Lach
didn’t tell me if he had discussed it with them beforehand."
"This will be interesting," she says, laughing like an evil villain at the
prospect of drama.
"I’m more worried about Cam feeling left out, but I'm thinking of
proposing to him this weekend. Is that crazy?"
"Not crazy!" she gushes, bouncing up and down in her seat, "It's
perfect! That way, he knows he's special to you and won’t feel like he’s the
third wheel—well, the fourth wheel in your case."
I scrub my hands over my face, trying to stave off the sleepiness that
comes from a full stomach and sleepless night. "I’ll have to try to find a
ring on Friday. Do you know where I can get something he’d like for
cheap? I don’t have a ton of money to spend."
"I have off tomorrow – why don’t you let me find it for you?"
"Really? You'd do that for me?" Tears well in my eyes, exhaustion
heightening my emotions.
"Of course! Just tell me what you want. I can send pictures, so you're
picking it, not me."
I give it some thought, trying to imagine what he’d like. "It has to be old
and have some cool history behind it, something that would mean a lot to
him."
"Old. Check." She makes a checkmark on an imaginary list. "What
else?"
"Something he can wear when he’s out in the field – I don’t want him to
worry that it’ll get ruined."
"Got it," she says, grinning. "This is the most excitement I’ve had in
years." She slaps her knees and stands up. "Okay, I hate to run, but I have to
head to work soon. Make sure you get some sleep."
"I'll try," I promise.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I brought you some beef stew for dinner. You just
need to heat it on the stove." She hands me one last to-go box.
"How will I ever thank you, Isla?" I ask, my chin wobbling. "You have
no idea how much your friendship means to me."
"As long as you’re there for me when I finally find my man, we’ll call it
even," she says, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Only one man?" I tease, sniffling.
"I can barely handle one – I don’t know how I would ever manage
more," she says, making a face at the thought of it. She stands up and
throws her food container in the trash. "Gotta run. I hope tomorrow goes
exactly how you’ve always hoped... and that’s all I’m gonna say because
he’s my brother, and it’s gross."
"Thank you. Have a good night at work." Nerves set in as I close the
door after her. I think about Jack, his muscled arms, his sexy tattoos. Heat
blooms through my body, forcing me to shut down that line of thinking.
Instead, I pull the curtains in my bedroom closed, falling asleep quickly
only to dream about sweaty bodies and tangled limbs.
I wake several hours later to a text message from Jack:
Make sure you rest up tonight, mo chridhe. You'll need your energy for
tomorrow. Sweet dreams.
Butterflies fill my stomach. I wonder what he has planned. Fucking me
in every room in the castle like he told me before? God, I hope so.

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wake to Jack sliding into bed with me, wrapping the covers around us
like a cocoon to keep in the heat.
"Fuck, you're warm," he murmurs, his lips moving against my neck.
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against his body, the
heady scents of whisky and leather taking over my senses.
"Why do you smell so good?" I ask sleepily, burrowing my face into his
shoulder and breathing deeply.
"Probably the beard oil Lorna makes for me."
"Don’t ever change it," I whisper, pressing my lips to his skin. I blink,
my eyelids heavy, and begin to drowse off when the reality of today slams
into me like a freight train. Adrenaline floods my veins, making my heart
race. His callouses leave a delicious trail of fire as he flattens his palm over
my stomach, fingers spanning from my rib cage to the crease of my thigh. I
suck in a breath when his thumb grazes the underside of my breast, my
nipples greedy for his touch.
"Your heart's beating like a hummingbird," he murmurs, pressing a kiss
to my pulse, sucking the delicate skin into his mouth. Groaning, I drop my
head to the side to give him better access. He flexes his hips against my
backside, and I push back, grinding against him.
"Charlotte," he groans, his voice rough, "If we don’t get out of bed now,
I'll keep you here for the next twenty-four hours. Longer if you’ll let me."
"And how is that a bad thing?" I ask, turning in his arms. Golden eyes
search mine, drinking me in, a smile pulling at his lips. There’s a roughness
about him – a raw sensuality – that has me curling my toes, desire engulfing
me like an uncontrollable wildfire.
"It's not," he chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, then
running the back of his fingers over my cheek in a soft caress. "Except for
the fact that I'll have some calls to make to cancel our plans."
"What kind of plans?" I ask, doubtful that anything could rank higher
than staying in bed with him for the entire day.
"First, I’m making you breakfast. After that, I thought we could finally
take that tour of the farm I promised you since we were interrupted the last
time we tried," he says, his eyes losing focus as he thinks back to that day at
the stone circle. "God, that was so fucking hot. Feeling your body move like
that—" he groans.
He licks his lips, and that’s all it takes for me to imagine them pressed
against me. I squeeze my thighs together, attempting to stifle the insistent
heartbeat that’s taken residence between my legs.
"And after that?" I ask, my voice unsteady.
"I have a chef scheduled to give us a cooking lesson – then we’ll eat
what we make for dinner."
"That sounds fun," I concede, "What are we cooking?" My stomach
rumbles right on cue.
"We'll have to talk about it and decide on something so he can go
grocery shopping. Any ideas?" Jack asks, running his hand along the dip of
my waist and then over the swell of my hip, my breath hitching as he slides
it back up, grazing the side of my breast.
"I'll have to think about it," I muse when an idea doesn’t come to me
right away. "Anything after that?" I ask, lightly running my fingertip over
the tattoo on his bicep, keeping my hand busy so I don’t reach down and
grab his cock.
"And then I fuck you in every room until you cum," he says, palming
one of my ass cheeks and pulling me roughly against him. "Oh, and there’s
a surprise waiting for you somewhere in the castle."
"Like a scavenger hunt?" I ask, wondering what the surprise is. "Is it⁠—"
"You’ll never guess," he says, cutting me off, "Don’t even try."
"I honestly think that’s the only thing you could have said that would
have been able to get me out of this bed," I laugh, sitting up and stretching.
His gaze slides down my body eagerly, snagging on my pebbled nipples and
exposed midriff. He cups my breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers.
"Fucking hell, Charlotte," he says hoarsely, propping himself on his
elbow before lifting my shirt and taking my nipple into his mouth. I arch
against him, pushing my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and
pulling him against me. He cups my throat with his fingers and pushes me
down to the pillows, covering my body with his. He catches my lower lip
between his teeth before dragging me into a scorching open-mouthed kiss. I
twine my legs around his hips, rocking my hips against him, whimpering as
desire engulfs me.
"I want to rip those goddamn shorts off your body and fuck you until
you’re screaming," he rasps, swiveling his hips against me. "I want to lick
your pussy, and make you cum until my name is the only word you can
remember. I want to squeeze these perfect tits together and fuck them until
I'm begging you to let me cum in your mouth." He trails kisses from my
neck to my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth until my back bows off
the bed, then he does the same to the other one. "But for right now, what I
really want to do, is make you breakfast," he chuckles, rolling off of me,
holding out his hand to help me up.
"God, you’re such a tease," I grumble, climbing off the bed.
"You like it," he chuckles, sliding a hand down the back of my shorts to
cup my ass. He can’t resist reaching lower, his finger gliding over my pussy
without resistance. He groans, sinking his finger inside me before sliding it
up to circle my clit.
I jerk against his hand, sinking my nails into his shoulder when my
knees start to give out.
"I have to fucking taste you," he growls, desperation in his voice.
I’ll spend my whole life thinking about what Jack does next. He
wrenches my shorts apart with impatient hands, ripping until the only thing
left intact is the elastic waistband. He reaches between my legs with both
arms, planting a hand on each butt cheek before lifting me, bringing my
legs over his shoulders. He presses me to the wall, holding me there, my
pussy right at mouth-level.
I look down at him as he breathes me in, his mouth open and nostrils
flared. "Is this all for me, mo chridhe?" he asks, running his tongue along
my slit to catch the moisture gathered there, lapping me up like ice cream. I
squirm against him, trying to angle my hips so his mouth is on my clit, but
he only presses me against the wall harder.
"Stay still," he growls before covering me with his mouth, fucking me
with his tongue. I choke out a sob when he focuses his attention higher,
sealing his lips around my clit and sucking.
I buck against him when he doesn't let up. "It's too much," I gasp, trying
to twist away from him.
"No, it's fucking not, but it's about to be," he says gruffly, a wicked
smile pulling at his lips. He shifts some of my weight to his left side and
brings his right hand between us, sinking his thumb into me. His golden
eyes trap me in their depths as he circles my asshole with his pointer finger.
He holds my gaze as he seals his lips around me again, creating suction
with his mouth that has me sobbing his name. I'm already on the edge when
he pushes his finger past that tight ring of muscle, the added sensation
shoving me over. I fist my hands in his hair, squeezing his head between my
thighs, and ride his face, screaming his name as I cum.

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ack waits for the tremors to stop before lowering me down his body. I
wrap my legs around his waist, his beard scratchy against my fingers as
I pull him in for a heated taste. His taste melds with mine, stirring a
possessiveness I didn't know existed inside me.
"Where are you taking me?" I squeak as he hoists me up and walks out
of the bedroom, my bare backside exposed to the chilly morning air.
"I'm making you breakfast," he says with determination.
"Clothes would be nice," I suggest, chill bumps already racing their way
over my body.
"Clothes are for pussies." He sets me down, bare-assed, on the counter.
"Exactly. My pussy would like some clothing, please. Plus," I say, "This
is super unhygienic."
"There's this stuff called soap," he says, squirting some into his palm,
"and hot water." He scrubs his hands and rinses them off under the steaming
tap. "I promise I'll wash the counter after breakfast," he says, winking. "But
right now, I want you naked."
I can’t think of a retort, so I clamp my mouth shut, stiffening my body
against the shiver that wraps around my torso.
Jack narrows his eyes at me, walks to the family room, and comes back
with a fluffy blanket. He wraps it tightly around my shoulders, holding the
ends at my neck.
"Your eyes remind me of the ocean," he murmurs, tracing my eyebrows
with his thumb. I smile up at him, my heart in my throat. He splays his hand
over my throat, the tips of his fingers on my jaw, and pushes my chin up,
holding my gaze as he lowers his lips to mine. The kiss is tentative at first,
leisurely exploring my lips before sliding his tongue over the seam of my
mouth, asking me to open for him. He groans when I let him in, angling my
head so he can deepen the kiss. We don't come up until we're both gasping
for air, desperate for each other.
"Fuck," Jack breathes, pressing his forehead to mine. "I'm starting to
think I planned all that for nothing. I don't know how we'll ever make it out
of here when all I can think about is how your pussy will look when it’s
stretched by my cock."
"Ah, ah ah!" I scold, pushing him away with a light touch on his
shoulder, pretending his words didn’t just release a flood between my legs.
"You can't get out of that surprise now that you've told me about it."
"Are you sure?" he asks, sliding his hand up my thigh, stopping just
short of my weeping pussy. He squeezes my leg, massaging me, waiting for
my answer. I’m not capable of a coherent response. I want him to take me
to the bedroom and fuck my brains out, but we've been waiting a long time
for this, and I want it to be perfect.
"I'm sure," I say finally, prying his hand away from my thigh. As he
moves, his arm brushes against his cock, making it bob, the outline clear as
day in those sinful gray joggers. All of my previous conviction flies out the
window. I wrap my fingers around him, sliding my hand down his length.
"Charlie," Jack hisses, the warning in his voice unmistakable.
"Let me take care of that for you," I say, biting my lip and giving him
my best puppy dog eyes.
"In you?" he asks, pulling my hand away and pressing his swollen cock
between my thighs.
"In me," I say, pointing to my mouth, gasping as he rolls over my clit.
He nods once, and that's all the permission I need. I hop off the counter
and drag a chair in from the family room. I push him onto it, feeling
powerful as I stand over him, his gaze roaming over my body. I motion for
him to lift his arms and pull off his shirt, moaning at the expanse of warm
muscle that comes into view. He lunges forward, wrapping his arms around
my hips and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. He palms the back
of my thighs and pulls me over him as he leans back, my legs hanging on
either side of him, his cock nestled against my pussy. I swivel my hips with
a groan, my heartbeat taking up residence in my clit.
"Jack," I protest, his name coming out more like a prayer than a protest.
"Say it again," he groans, grasping my hips and sliding me along his
length. I jerk as his head rides over my clit, and he pauses there, pulsing
against me until I have to climb off him before I cum again. I grab the jar of
coconut oil from the cabinet by the oven and set it next to the chair.
Kneeling between his spread legs, I hold his gaze as I lean down and nibble
at the ridge of his cock through his pants.
"Charlotte," he warns, his hips jerking against my mouth.
"Yes?" I tease, hooking my fingers into his waistband. Folding his arms
behind his head, he watches me with dark eyes. I pull down the front of his
joggers inch by inch, the anticipation building until the only sound in the
room is our labored breathing. My mouth is practically watering as I reveal
the last of his thick shaft, the elastic of the waistband stretching over his
head. He springs out, a deep groan tearing out of both of us as his length
comes to rest against his thigh. I forgot how big he is. I want him so fucking
badly. I want to feel him stretch me, use me, fuck me. I blow out a
controlled breath through pursed lips, trying to get myself under control.
"You want me inside you, don't you?" he rasps, palming his cock and
holding it in position. All I have to do is stand up and straddle him. He must
see the indecision in my eyes because he starts stroking himself, flexing his
hips each time his hand slides down his shaft. I whimper, fighting against
my body's instincts.
I steel my shoulders. "My turn," I say, batting his hand away.
"Yes, ma'am," he chuckles, the sound sliding down my spine and
stoking the fire in my core. I warm the oil in my hands, rubbing them
together before sliding down his length in one firm stroke.
His head falls back, the sound that leaves his lips barely sounding
human. He pulls his hips back and thrusts back up into my fist.
"You gave me an idea earlier," I whisper, smearing the oil from my
other hand over my chest and breasts. Jack bites his lower lip as I shuffle as
close as possible, settling him between my tits before enveloping him with
slippery softness.
"Charlotte, I⁠—"
"Can't be gentle?" I finish, bending to give him a playful lick. "I've
heard that somewhere before, and I'm pretty sure I told you I don't want you
to be gentle." I slide my body down, keeping pressure on him, then slide
back up until the head of his cock disappears between my breasts. He
doesn't move other than the slightest rocking of his hips. I hold his gaze as I
sink down again, biting my lip in concentration, trying to live up to his
fantasy. He still holds back.
"For fuck's sake," I mutter, grabbing his hands and smashing them
against my breasts, hoping it will be enough to breach his control.
"I won't fucking break, Jack."
He looks at me, vulnerable. "Are you sure you won't run when you see
the real me, Sassenach?"
"I already know the real you. You're a teddy bear with a control fetish."
"Teddy bear, hm?" Jack says, his eyes darkening even more, his gaze
dropping to his imprisoned cock. He thrusts hard, his jaw clenched,
desperate need finally showing in his eyes. Another thrust and his hips
stutter against me, his breathing ragged.
"Stand up," I say, the need to taste him gripping me around the throat.
"Charlotte—"
"Stand up," I insist.
He stands, his cock bobbing against my cheek.
"Look at me," I command and he dips his chin, meeting my gaze. "I
want to give you pleasure just as much as you want to give me pleasure,
Jack. Let me." I take him in my hand, reveling in the sheer size of him,
pumping him once before swirling my tongue over his head and taking him
in my mouth.
He groans, a broken, defeated sound, his fingers caressing my face
before finding their place in my hair. I keep my hand on him, focusing on
his head until his hands tremble against me. I move one hand to his balls,
gently massaging them as I bury his cock in my throat, taking him in until I
can't breathe.
"Fuck, Charlotte," he rasps, on the cusp of surrendering. His fingers
tense, tightening over my head, guiding me. The only warning I get is his
hips jerking back before he sinks into me, bottoming out. I hum my
approval, my eyes watering. I take a deep breath as he pulls out, swallowing
around him as he thrusts again.
"Get up," he says roughly, grabbing my hands and pulling me up despite
my protests. He steps out of his joggers and pulls me to the bedroom,
stopping in front of the full-length mirror. His lips crash against mine, his
tongue insistent in its exploration. "Turn," he says raggedly, grasping my
hips and turning me, then walking me toward the mirror. "Cross your legs
and push your ass back toward me," he demands.
"What?" I ask, confused.
"For the love of God, Charlie. I want us to get there together, but I am
not fucking you yet. Cross your damn legs."
I cross my legs, looking at him in the mirror for reassurance. He's
sliding his hand up and down his cock, tattoos rippling in the morning
sunlight streaming through the window. His hair is falling around his face,
golden brown waves framing whisky eyes that will haunt my dreams for the
rest of my life. My stomach clenches with desire as he steps closer,
positioning his cock between my legs.
"God, I can already feel how wet you are," he groans, gripping my hips
and angling them how he wants. "Don't fucking move," he growls, moving
his left arm to my chest, his hand at my throat. He's looking at me in the
mirror, and I see the exact moment his control snaps. He thrusts, sliding
along my slit until I can see the head of his cock between my legs. Then he
pulls back, the ridge catching on my clit.
"Oh fuck," I sob, my hips jerking at the overstimulation.
He growls, thrusting again, this time pulsing his head over my clit until
I'm, writhing in his arms.
"Push your hips back a little more," he murmurs, guiding me, reducing
the chance of accidental penetration.
Two more thrusts and I'm jerking against him uncontrollably, watching
his cum hit the glass as my orgasm rips through me like a tsunami.

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hat was not part of my fucking plan," Jack grumbles, squatting in


"T front of the mirror while he wipes it down, holding my gaze in the
reflection.
"Oh yeah?" I smirk. "You have a fucking plan?"
He stands and turns toward me, a lion stalking its prey. "I planned to
seduce you for the entire day until we couldn’t stand it anymore."
"Well, to be fair, I don’t think we could have lasted much longer. At
least we made it an hour," I say, grinning as he cups my cheek, a smile
playing over his lips.
"Come on, let’s go get breakfast." He scoops me up and walks me to the
counter, placing me back where we had started. He grabs the blanket that’s
now puddled on the floor and tucks it around me.
The light from the fridge highlights his features as he rifles through the
groceries he brought with him that morning. "We have options," he says,
looking over at me, "Pancakes or French toast?"
"French toast," I say without hesitation.
"Good choice. Bacon or sausage?"
"Bacon, but it has to be crispy."
"Noted. How do you like your eggs? Scrambled with cheese, over easy,
sunny side up?"
"I like them all the ways." I shrug. "You choose." Jack thinks for a
second, then starts piling food in his arms and carries it to the counter.
"Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about the coffee," he says, giving me an
adorable wink as he starts the coffee maker.
I could get used to this. A super hot (almost) naked guy making me
breakfast in the morning? Yes, please. And someone that gives me two
orgasms before said breakfast? Fuck yes.
"Is there something else you’d rather do other than touring the farm
today?" Jack asks, his muscles flexing as he whisks the batter for the French
toast.
"No. I want to see the farm. I want to see what you do all day, every
day. I want to hear all the stories about your parents and grandparents.
Stories about little Jack growing up here." His cheeks flush, but instead of
turning to hide it from me, he sets down his bowl and wraps his arms
around me.
"I fucking love the way you love me," he says, his voice raw. "I hope
I’m doing a good job of loving you back." I pull back slightly, startled by
his words, cupping his face between my hands, and making him meet my
gaze.
"You love me in a way nobody ever has before," I tell him, "You just
have to promise me it will always stay like this. That we’ll communicate
and work through our problems."
"I promise," he whispers, brushing his lips over mine, the touch tender
and poignant. "Fuck." He presses his forehead to mine, golden eyes pinning
me in place. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before. Like I wrenched
my heart out of my chest and placed it in your hands. It’s terrifying."
"How do you think I feel? I have three chances to get my heart broken
instead of just one." Just the thought of it starts the panic rising.
"You have zero chances of getting your heart broken, Sassenach. We
were lost without you." My stomach chooses that second to rumble loudly.
Jack chuckles, patting it gently, "Food is coming soon," he promises. I can’t
help but smack his ass as he turns back toward the stove, his joggers leaving
absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I swear to God, this is the best breakfast I’ve ever eaten. The French
toast is perfect, the bacon is crispy, and the eggs are cheesy and delicious.
When we finish, he tells me to get dressed while he cleans up, refusing my
offer of help. I spend a good ten minutes trying to decide what to wear
before I finally land on jeans and an off-the-shoulder sweater – casual
enough for a farm tour but still allows me to feel cute. I swipe on some
mascara and lip gloss and then attempt to make my hair look nice, but I
give up and throw it into the usual messy bun. Jack’s sitting on the couch, a
flannel over his t-shirt, hair pulled back, tapping away on his phone when I
come out of the bedroom.
"Before we go, we need to confirm our plans for tonight with the chef.
Is there anything, in particular, you’re in the mood for or something you’d
like to learn how to cook?"
I think about it for a second, racking my brain for an idea, but come up
empty.
"Same," he says when I shake my head. "I’ll stick with my original idea.
It was the sexiest thing I could think of for a romantic evening⁠—"
"Okay, okay!" I say, cutting him off and covering my ears. "Don’t tell
me anymore, I want it to be a surprise!"
He zips his mouth closed, his eyes sparkling, and shoots off one last text
before pocketing his phone. "Ready?"
"Let’s go," I say, excited to get the rest of the day started. I grab my
jacket from the back of the couch and put all my weight into pulling open
the front door.
"I’ll get that fixed for you," he says, "although I do enjoy watching you
try to open and close it. Especially the way it makes your tits jiggle."
"You jerk!" I fold my arms over my breasts, making a face at him,
trying to keep the grin off my face. I fail miserably. He puts his hand in the
back pocket of my jeans as we walk up the path, like he can’t stand the
thought of not touching me. I would have thought that was incredibly
annoying just a few months ago. But now? Now I can’t stand the thought of
not touching him either. He hands me the motorcycle helmet when we reach
the driveway, kicks up the kickstand, and gets on, motioning for me to sit
behind him. I don’t hesitate this time.
The ride to the castle is way too short. I’m finally comfortable enough
to enjoy his warmth against the front of my body and the spectacular views
as we make our way around the shore of the loch. He pulls in by the main
entrance and cuts the engine, kicking down the stand, sliding off the
motorcycle, and getting back on facing me. He flips up my visor, and
suddenly, I feel like I’m in a fucking movie: a castle behind me, a
motorcycle underneath me, and one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen
looking at me like I hung the moon.
"God, you look so fucking cute with the helmet," he grins. "We have
one more decision to make; there are several ways of doing the farm tour.
We can take the motorcycle and stick to the roads, take the truck and go off-
road a little, or I have a utility vehicle that will allow us to go wherever we
want; it’s a bumpy ride, though."
"The utility vehicle," I respond. "I want to see everything."
"Good choice." He pulls the helmet from my head, and helps me fix my
hair, tucking it behind my ears. "I’m looking forward to growing old with
you, mo chridhe."
My heart clenches, the tenderness in his words chipping away at the last
bit of wall still standing around my heart.
"You’ll still love me when I’m old and wrinkled?" I ask. "When age
spots pepper my skin and my boobs are down to my belly button?"
"I’ll love you even more," he rasps, sliding his hand around my neck
and pulling my mouth to his. He groans, pulling away and adjusting
himself. "Let’s go before I drag you inside and never let you leave."
"That sounds nice," I murmur, taking his hand as he helps me off the
bike.
"Does it now?" he says, laughing.
I lean against him, pushing up on my tip toes to kiss him. "Really nice,"
I say against his lips, palming his cock and squeezing lightly.
"Nice try," he growls, grabbing me around the waist and swinging me
over his shoulder.
I have severe regrets as he walks toward the barn, my full stomach
pressing into his shoulder, but as I watch the round globes of his ass move
back and forth, I have to admit that the view is spectacular.

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ack grins like an idiot as he hands me a helmet, making me nervous. Did
I make the wrong decision? I should have played it safe and told him I
wanted to do the tour in the truck. I pull the helmet over my head,
wincing as I think about what my hair will look like this evening.
"Come on, get in," Jack says, chuckling when he sees my hesitation.
"I’ll go easy on you."
"I never said I wanted you to go easy on me," I say. "In fact, I'm pretty
sure I said the exact opposite."
"Aye, that you did," he rumbles, a twinkle in his eye. He checks to
ensure I’m safely inside before closing the door and double-checking that
it's secure. He walks around to the other side and climbs in, his head almost
touching the roll bar above us, his hands making the steering wheel look
like a toy car. My gaze follows the veins from his fingers over the back of
his hand and up his forearms. I clear my throat and shift in my seat,
squeaking when he grips my knee, sliding his hand up to the top of my
thigh and squeezing. My knees open on their own as his hand travels
higher, and I slam them closed, but not before his pinkie brushes against
me, lighting me up.
"Ready?" he asks, chuckling.
"Always," I murmur, checking that my seatbelt is locked in place. Jack
presses the pedal to the floor, and we peel away from the barn, mud and
rock flying out behind us as we skid out. He whips the wheel around to
straighten us out, and then we’re flying over the field, my butt flying out of
my seat with every bump.
"Is this made to take this kind of abuse?" I ask, my teeth knocking
together, my knuckles white as I hang on for dear life.
"It can take way more than these little bumps," he laughs, his attention
snagging on my breasts, jiggling like Jell-O under my sweater. "I think
we’re going to have to do this more often," he says, winking, his lips
twisting as he tries to hold back his smile.
"I'm wearing a sports bra if there’s a next time," I say, grimacing as I
cup my hands over my boobs and hold them in place.
"Why don’t I do that for you? You can steer," he suggests, wiggling his
eyebrows. And that’s when it happens. He’s concentrating on my tits and
doesn’t see the giant mud puddle in front of us. He tries to avoid it at the
last minute, but it’s too late, the muddy water drenching us from head to
toe.
"Fuck, I’m sorry," he says, stricken, pulling to a stop. I look over at him,
the streaks of mud on his cheek, down his shirt and pants.
"Again," I laugh, wiping mud from under his eye. All I can think about
is how we'll clean this mud off later. Hopefully, it will involve us being
naked. Together.
The farm tour turns into three hours of mudding. It's the most fun I've
had in years – maybe ever. The second Jack notices me shivering, he turns
back toward the barn. Then he's by my side, pulling off my helmet and
drawing me into a gritty, muddy kiss.
"Thank you," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving
him a tight hug.
"For what?" he asks, taking my hand and pulling me toward the castle.
"For the tour," I say, smiling up at him. "I had a lot of fun." He looks
down at me, a light blush staining his cheeks. God, I want to see him blush
like that in the bedroom.
"My pleasure, mo chridhe. We better get washed up before the chef
comes," he says, attempting to brush the mud off his clothes before we step
inside.
"I forgot to bring a change of clothes," I groan, mentally cursing myself.
"No worries, I have a robe you can use," Jack says, leading me down
the hallway.
"You want me to wear a robe while we cook dinner?"
"I will if you will," he says, a dare in his eyes.
I imagine him in a robe. Easy access to all that warm skin and muscle.
Easy access to everything.
"Deal."
Jack opens a carved wooden door, and a gust of steam billows out,
enveloping us. The entire room is covered in marble, including the sunken
pool in the middle of the floor.
"Holy shit," I breathe, looking around in awe. "What is this place?" I
ask, looking back at Jack, the flickering light from the wall sconces bathing
him in a golden glow.
"Isla and I think it used to be the bathing chamber for the lady of the
house," Jack says, encouraging me inside with a hand on the small of my
back. "Once upon a time it was filled by a hot spring, but that dried up years
ago. My parents had it plumbed when I was little. We would come in here,
spread out a picnic on the side, and swim and splash while we ate."
He shakes himself out of the memory, shrugging off his flannel and
letting it puddle on the floor. Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, he pulls it over
his head in one swift motion.
I can’t move. Can’t even breathe.
The humidity beads on his skin, tiny droplets caressing the ridges of his
muscles before they disappear into the waistband of his pants. I bend and
catch one with my tongue, licking up over his ribs and chest, swirling my
tongue around his nipple. I straighten, pulling off my sweater and dropping
it on top of his clothes. His eyes are molten lava, an inferno of tension
burning between us. I hook my fingers in the waistband of his joggers and
push them down over his ass so they fall to the floor.
"Much better," I breathe, closing the distance between us. I pull him
against me, his cock hard against my stomach. He pushes a strand of hair
out of my face and tilts my chin, pressing a kiss to my lips. His callouses
scrape my skin as he smooths his hands down my arms, over my waist,
fumbling with the button of my jeans before helping me take them off. We
shed our underwear, and then we're yelling as we plunge into the pool
together.
Jack backs me against the ledge, his hands tangling in my hair as he
angles my head and plunders my mouth. When we're both out of breath, he
kisses my neck, licking and biting down to my clavicle. He cups my breast
rolling my nipple between his fingers, a groan from deep in his throat
lodging in my core like a poker, stoking the fire impossibly higher.
I hoist myself onto the ledge, and it becomes clear that this room was
not made with only women in mind – Jack's cock is exactly level with my
pussy.
"Fuck," Jack whispers, his gaze pausing between my open legs before
traveling up my body. "Charlotte," he says, his voice rough, "Lay on your
stomach with your legs in the water. I want to eat you out without worrying
about you being uncomfortable."
How could I refuse when he asked so nicely? I flip over, letting my legs
dangle in the water, resting my cheek on my folded arms, the tile cold under
my hands. He slides his palms over the flare of my hips to my ass, kneading
my cheeks, pulling them apart. He walks to the side of the pool and lathers
soap in his hands, comes back and begins washing me, carefully avoiding
the sensitive bits. The slap of water between my legs makes me jump.
"What are you doing?" I ask, him looking back at him.
"Washing my dinner," he rasps. I choke back a laugh, but it quickly
becomes a moan as he kneels behind me, his hands spreading me apart, his
tongue rolling against my clit. He stops when I start bucking against his
mouth, dragging his tongue up through my folds, then higher, circling my
asshole. I jerk in surprise, not sure how I feel about it, but then he pushes
two fingers into me, massaging my g-spot, his thumb circling my clit.
Oh fuck.
I ride his hand, his tongue dipping in and out of me as I move. How can
something feel so wrong and so fucking good at the same time? I bite the
base of my thumb to keep in a scream and push my ass toward him even
more. I pull my legs up, my knees splayed on the ledge, opening myself and
giving him everything. He groans against me, the sound vibrating against
my skin.
"Charlotte, if I get my cock in you, I think I might die," he pants,
pressing his forehead against the base of my spine, his breath hot and heavy
on my skin.
"Then do it," I say, encouraging him. He stands up and lifts me by the
waist, turning me around to face him.
"I don’t want to yet," he says, his jaw clenched. He looks down at my
pussy, and I look down at his cock, focusing on the two inches separating
us. "Fuck," he groans, "I have to feel you." He takes his cock in his hand,
stroking it several times and then meets my gaze. "Just the tip," he says, his
voice ragged. "Only the tip, do you understand?" I bite my lip, nodding. He
drags the head of his cock over me, positioning himself at my entrance and
holding himself there.
"You’re so fucking wet," he groans, sliding his thumbs over where the
lips of my pussy stretch around his cock. I angle my hips, but he pulls away,
making me promise not to do it again before he comes back.
We’re both looking at how his cock is nestled between my lips, our
breathing unsteady, barely able to form a coherent thought. He flexes his
hips until a fraction of the tip is inside me. I whimper, desperately wanting
to wrap my legs around him and pull him toward me, forcing him to slam in
deep.
Jack pushes in a little more, clenching his jaw as I squeeze around him.
One more tiny push and the head of his cock slips in completely, coming to
rest against my g-spot.
An alarm clock sounds, the noise muffled by our pile of clothes.
"Fuck. Fifteen minutes until dinner."

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uck," Jack mutters, his jaw flexing as the alarm bounces off the walls
"F around us. His eyes are locked between my legs, his hands trembling
on my hips as he struggles for control. My gaze travels down his
torso, over the length of his cock, to my engorged pussy lips hugging his
shaft. I whimper, desperate for him to bury himself inside me. His gaze
meets mine, regret written all over his face.
"Jack, no," I beg. He groans, his expression pained as he slowly
withdraws. My body follows him, my hip sliding along the stone to keep
him in me for as long as possible.
"Charlotte, I don't want to keep the chef waiting."
"I know," I whimper.
He studies my face. "You’re close?"
I nod, protesting as he pulls out, barely keeping myself in check.
"Lay down, he says gruffly, helping me lower myself against the cold
marble. He grabs my thighs and pulls me toward him so my ass is on the
pool's edge. He stands there, looking between my thighs, his hands shaking
as he drags his thumbs up my pussy, meeting at the top of my vulva,
trapping my clit between his thumbs. My moans echo around us, melding
with the sound of the alarm.
"I love the way you move when I touch you," Jack groans, watching my
body as I respond to his touch. He brushes his thumb over my clit and I jerk
against him.
I'm so close.
"Fuck," he growls, finally giving in. He bends down and presses his
open mouth against me, his tongue dipping inside before sliding up to circle
my clit. Over and over again until my fingers tangle in his hair and I’m
begging him for more. He looks up at me as he slowly drags his teeth over
that aching bundle of nerves, a wicked gleam in his eyes. I lose my grip on
reality as he seals his lips around my clit, sucking me into his mouth. I
scream as he pushes in two fingers, curling them against my g-spot.
"Jack, that makes me feel like I have to pee," I say urgently, trying to
twist away from him.
"You won't," Jack growls, holding me in place. "Cum for me,
Charlotte." He pulses his tongue over me, and the current drags me under,
the pressure building to impossible heights. He feels me tense and pulses
the suction, pushing harder against my g-spot. My back bows off the floor
as my orgasm rips through me, waves of pleasure pulsating through my
body. I clamp my legs around his head, holding him there, riding his face
and fingers until the sensation is too much and I try to push him away.
"I'm not stopping until you cum all over my face, Charlotte. I want to
drown in you." He brings his other hand up, one finger sliding through my
moisture and then circling my asshole. He pushes against that tight ring of
muscle, slowly pushing up to his first knuckle.
"You’re so fucking tight, Charlotte," he grunts, pulling out and pushing
it a little more. He groans as he sucks me back into his mouth, the
vibrations catapulting me over the edge. I scream his name as he pushes all
the way in, his other hand working at my g-spot. I dig my heels into his
shoulders, tears leaking from my eyes as my world splinters. He wrings
every last drop of pleasure out of me until I lie boneless on the cold marble
floor.
"Fucking hell," Jack rasps, splashing water over his face. "I don’t think I
have ever wanted to fuck somebody as much as I want to fuck you right
now," he says roughly, grasping my neck and pulling me into a heated kiss.
He pushes himself up on the ledge and climbs out of the water, holding his
hands down to help me up.
True to his word, Jack produces two fluffy robes for us to wear to
dinner. We pad down the hallway, our feet bare and hair dripping.
We walk into the kitchen to find Greer behind the counter, prepping
food. "Greer! I didn't know it would be you!" I say, giving her a tight hug.
"If Jack had told me that, I wouldn’t have kept you waiting."
"Then I’m glad I didn’t tell you," Jack chuckles, winking at Greer.
"It’s good to see you again, Charlie," Greer says, sweeping my wet hair
behind my back, "You look... refreshed?" The corner of her mouth pulls up
as she returns to the food.
"What’s on the menu for tonight?" I ask.
"Three courses of fondue," she explains, "Cheese, meat, and chocolate.
Jack mentioned something about teaching you both how to make it. I have
everything ready to go if you want to learn."
"I would love that!" I say, excited. "I tried a couple of years ago, but it
didn't turn out well – it was a big gloopy greasy mess." I cringe, thinking of
the fifty dollars’ worth of cheese I had to throw in the trash.
"Perfect. Why don’t I do a quick rundown of all three? Everything is
prepped and the instructions are super simple. That way I can leave you to
eat your dinner together without interruption." She winks at me, then
wiggles her eyebrows to drive the point home.
"That would be great. Thank you, Greer," Jack says, chuckling, drawing
me around the counter so that the three of us are on the same side. Greer
takes about twenty minutes to explain the steps to us, the ingredients for all
three fondues laid out in different spots on the counter so that we can't
screw it up. When she's finished, she hugs us both and tells us to text or call
with any questions.
After she leaves, Jack pulls out a hot plate and sets it on the kitchen
table. We bring over the ingredients for the cheese fondue and go step-by-
step through the instructions Greer left. Jack adds the last ingredient and I
stir it, my mouth watering at the creamy, perfect cheesiness.
"So," Jack says, dipping a piece of bread in the pot, "have you thought
about what you want to do now that you’re staying?" He holds the morsel to
my lips. I take it from him and think about the question seriously while I
chew.
"The only thing I’ve been able to come up with is to continue doing my
genealogy charts." I dip a slice of apple in the cheese and blow on it before
popping it into my mouth. "I don’t want to go into landscaping again, and
that’s the only other thing I have experience with."
"Can I make a suggestion?" Jack asks, apprehension in his words.
"Of course."
"I’ve been thinking for a while now that I’d like to open the castle up to
tourists. The farm doesn't make enough to keep the castle afloat, and I’ve
been pulling out of savings for years. Savings I was hoping would be there
for future generations. I don’t have a head for that kind of thing, but I think
you'd be perfect."
My mind starts spinning, thinking of everything I would need to do to
get the castle ready, everything that needs to be done to market it. "Are you
thinking of having guest rooms?" I ask. "Do you have any social media
accounts yet? Does anyone even know the castle is here? Any website or ad
accounts?" I think back to the time I worked at getting Rob's business off
the ground and how much I loved the challenge of it.
"No, to everything you just said," Jack says, looking at me like I’m
speaking a different language. "You don’t need to give me an answer
tonight, but I want you to think about it. If you decide not to, I’ll have to
hire somebody anyway."
"I’ll think about it, I promise," I say, his vulnerability striking a chord.
Doesn’t he know I'd do anything for him?
"So, are we going to talk about this?" Jack asks, grabbing my hand and
thumbing the ring Lach gave me the other night.
"Lach didn’t tell you?" I ask, surprised.
"No. The three of us agreed that we wanted the proposals to be private. I
knew he was going to do it, and I saw the ring, I just didn’t know how or
when."
"What about Cam?" I ask, the worry about him feeling left out creeping
back. Jack only pretends to zip his lips closed. Fuck. I'd have to find a
second to sneak a look at my phone and see if Isla found anything.
"How do you feel about the proposal?" Jack asks, threading his fingers
through mine. "You didn’t seem too keen before, so I wasn’t sure how it
would go – especially when Lach told me he was asking you so soon."
Does that mean Jack’s not asking soon? A jolt of disappointment races
through me, but I push it down deep. "It was a complete surprise, but
honestly, I think what surprised me more was how much my feelings had
changed. I still don’t want you guys to support me, and I still want to be
independent, but I don’t want to do it alone."
"Good," Jack says, his face betraying the emotion behind that simple
word.
"Do you mind if I check my phone quick?" I ask, "Isla was supposed to
text me and I completely forgot about it till now."
"Of course. Why don't you check while I’m getting the next course
ready?" he says, standing up and starting to clear the dishes.
I pad to the front hall and grab my phone off the console table,
unlocking it to find ten texts from Isla. Fuck. My heart is lodged in my
throat as I unlock my phone, but I relax a little when I realize they’re from
only a few minutes ago. She sent pictures of five different rings. I scan
through them quickly, my gaze snagging on a ring that looks hundreds of
years old. It’s a gold signet ring, the engraving almost completely worn
down, but it gives it an air of mystery instead of looking worn. Isla had
written a little blurb under it: they’re telling me this is from the 16th century
– found here in the Outer Hebrides. I fire off a text telling her it’s perfect,
then leave the phone on the table. When I return to the kitchen, I lean
against the doorframe and watch Jack add ingredients to the pot. He has his
hair pulled back, his sleeves pushed to his elbows as he pours the broth. The
tie on his robe has loosened, giving me a glimpse of his hard chest.
"Jack," I breathe, my body coming alive for him.
"Don't look at me like that, Charlotte," he says, his voice low and husky.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to push me down on the table and devour me."
"Yes, please," I rasp, walking toward him. He grabs my wrists, trapping
me between his chest and the counter.
"You need your energy for tonight, mo chridhe. We eat first. Then I'll
blow your fucking mind."

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ack washes the dishes while I chop the chocolate for the third course,
the tension between us palpable. I scrape the chocolate into the pot and
pour in the cream according to the directions, then take it over to the
burner on the table. Greer left us with all sorts of goodies to dip in the
fondue – marshmallows, brownies, cookies, and a handful of gorgeous
strawberries. I would be excited to dig in any other day, but tonight, I can
only think about how it’ll feel when he’s finally inside me.
Jack turns off the water, wipes his hands on a towel, and walks back to
the table, his cock bobbing against the robe with each step. My heartbeat
takes up residence between my legs, and I shift in my seat, agitated.
"Like what you see?" he chuckles, lifting my chin with his fingers until
I’m looking him in the eyes. He sits beside me, drawing me close. I twist
my body, throwing one leg over him so I’m straddling his thighs.
"Yes," I murmur, opening his robe and sliding my hand down his shaft.
He grunts, pushing his hips against me.
"Fuck, Charlotte," he groans, capturing my wrist with one hand and
dipping a strawberry in chocolate with the other. He lets it cool for a
moment before holding it to my mouth. I bite down, our gazes locked as I
lick the chocolate from my lips. "I don’t know how much longer I can
wait," he breathes, running his thumb over my bottom lip.
"Then don’t wait. Fuck me now."
"God, you’re a bad influence," he groans, sliding out from under me and
standing, taking the fondue with him to the counter. He grabs a small dish
from the cupboard, sets it on the counter, and pours the chocolate into it.
"What are you doing?" I ask, popping a marshmallow into my mouth.
"What I've wanted to do since the first time I touched your tits," he says,
setting the dish on the table and pulling me out of the booth.
"Yeah?" I look up at him, at his blown-out pupils, and I know I’m done
for. Lifting me by my waist, he sets me on the edge of the table. He unties
my robe, groaning as it falls open. Pushing me down gently, he stretches his
body over me, pulling my wrists above my head and holding them with one
hand.
"I’ve been thinking about doing this for weeks," he rasps, holding the
fondue over me, watching as it drizzles over the tip of my breast. He dips
down, swirling his tongue over my nipple before pulling it into his mouth.
"Jack," I beg, "Please."
He ignores me, giving the same attention to my other breast until he
pulls a sob from my throat, my body a fast-burning fuse. I'm so close. I pull
a hand free and slide it over my stomach and between my legs, cradling my
clit between my fingers. Jack pulls back, his eyes dark, pushing my knees
open so he can watch. I dip a finger inside myself and bring it back up to
circle my clit. His gaze follows my movements, his chest heaving with each
breath, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"Enough," he growls, circling my wrist with his fingers and bringing my
hand up to his mouth, licking me clean. "It's time for your surprise."
I groan. "I don't want a surprise. I want you. Inside me. Now."
"You'll want it, trust me," he insists, pulling me into an upright position
and then scooping me up, one arm under my legs and the other behind my
back.
"Where are we going?" I ask after he turns down a third hallway,
electricity slowly giving way to candlelight as we walk further away from
the kitchen. He stops, setting me gently on my feet. I look around at the art
hanging around us, noticing the large open space on one of the walls that
I’m pretty sure wasn’t there the last time I was here.
"I'm confused—" I say, but then I see a massive piece of black canvas
spread out over the floor, tubes of metallic paint lined up along the top
edge. "What is this?" I ask, looking over at him. My eyes dip down, my
attention snagging on his fully erect cock peeking out of the robe. My
mouth waters as I think about what he would do if I dropped to my knees
right here.
"I found a company that makes water-based, body-safe paints," he says,
pulling me out of my thoughts. "If you’re open to it, I thought our first time
could be on this canvas."
"And then hang it?" I ask, looking up at the bare wall.
Jack nods, a gleam in his eyes. "We would be the only ones that know
what it really is."
"This is genius! Can I paint you first?" I ask, my body thrumming with
excitement.
"Do your worst," he chuckles, slowly untying the belt of his robe and
letting it pool on the parquet floor.
Fuck. Me. The candlelight flickers over his skin, burnished gold
melding into deep shadow.
I force myself to take a deep breath, shrug the robe off my shoulders
and squeeze a tube of gold paint onto my palm, rubbing my hands together
to warm it up. I walk toward him slowly, my heart hammering in my ears.
He watches me, a dangerous gleam in his eyes, then pulls me against him,
his cock hard against my stomach. I swipe my thumbs beneath his eyes,
leaving two streaks of gold across his cheeks, then I smear the paint
everywhere the light touches – the sides of his pecs, each muscle in his
abdomen, and finally, the V pointing me toward what I really want. I forget
the paint as he pulls me up on my toes, crushing his lips against mine. His
hands tangle in my hair as he draws my head back and plunders my mouth,
fucking me with his tongue. He releases me with a groan, looking like a
golden god as he picks up a tube of deep blue paint and empties it into his
palm.
"God, Charlotte. You're so fucking beautiful," he groans, sliding his
hand over my breast and down my side.
I grab some silver paint, painting two lines on either side of his spine,
planning to smear the rest over his backside, but he snatches the tube from
me, squeezes it into his palm, and spreads it over my other breast. He tries
to pull me to him, but I dance away, snatching a magenta tube, and squirting
the bulk of the contents into my hand. Jack catches me by the wrists,
scrapes his hand over mine, and smears the paint over my torso. He jerks
me against his body, adjusting his cock to nestle between my legs. I push up
on the tiptoes to give him better access, and he pulls my legs around him,
his hands supporting my weight. I grind my hips against him, moaning as
his cock slides over me.
"Goddamnit, Charlotte," he groans, flexing his hips.
"There’s not enough paint yet," I say breathlessly, using his shoulders to
pull myself up along his shaft and then sliding back down slowly, the
friction on my clit almost doing me in. Jack balances me with one arm,
leans down to grab several tubes of paint in his hand, twists the caps off
with his teeth, and squeezes them over the canvas without looking.
"Good?" he asks
"Good enough." I move my hips until his cock is nudging my entrance,
his jaw tensing as he barely holds himself back. He drops to his knees on
the canvas, his arms supporting my back as he lowers me to the floor. The
paint is cold against my skin, drawing my nipples into sharp points. His
hands slip against me as he cradles my face, nipping at my bottom lip and
pulling me into a searing kiss.
Our moans echo around the room as he moves down my body, kissing
and licking me where my bare skin is still showing. I protest when he slides
his hands under my hips, lifting me, but my words become unintelligible
when he fits his mouth between my legs, licking me in long strokes. I try to
tell him I want his cock, not his mouth, but I can't get the words to come
out. He pulls away when he feels me tense, sits back on his heels, and stares
down at me, his chest heaving.
"I don’t think I can take much more, Charlotte," he rasps, sliding his
clean hand over his cock. "Are you ready?"
"I’ve been ready since the first day I met you."
He leans over me, elbows on either side of my head, our breaths
mingling as he positions his cock between my legs. He flexes his hips,
pushing so that he’s sliding along my inner labia, dragging the length of his
cock over my clit. I buck against him, begging him to fuck me.
"Open your eyes, Charlotte."

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pen your eyes, Charlotte," Jack says, his deep brogue skittering over
"O my skin. I open my eyes, the scorching heat in his gaze burning me
alive.
"There you are," he breathes. Every muscle in his body tenses as he
flexes his hips, pushing the head of his cock against me, nudging at my
entrance. My back bows off the canvas, my body strung so tight that I can
barely breathe. He bears down and slides into me completely, a garbled
moan tearing from my throat as he bottoms out, filling me completely.
"You're so fucking tight," he chokes out, holding still, giving me time to
adjust. He pulls out and slams back in, pushing me higher on the canvas
with every thrust. I scramble for purchase, quickly giving up and pushing
against his shoulders until he's sitting on his haunches. He ignores my pleas
to be lifted and widens his knees, fingers digging into my hips as he slides
me forward, impaling me on his shaft. His gaze shifts from where we're
joined to my breasts, bouncing with each hard thrust.
"Turn over," he says roughly, "I want to know your tits were all over
this canvas every time I look at it." I slip in the paint as I attempt to push
myself up, so he grabs me by the waist, flipping me over like I barely weigh
anything. "Fuck, Charlotte," he groans, kneading the globes of my ass
cheeks, spreading me wide. I can feel the heat of his gaze on my pussy as
he slowly brings me to him, the head of his cock pushing past my lips
before sliding home. He stretches his body over mine, trapping my wrists
above my head, driving into me with strong, sure strokes.
"You were fucking made for me," he growls, his breaths labored against
my ear. I whimper as he slows his pace to a torturous crawl, the head of his
cock hitting my g-spot with every thrust. He pulls out suddenly, stands up
and reaches down for me, hauling me up against his chest. I grip his waist
with my thighs, position his cock against me and take him deep. His breath
stutters, and he looks up at the ceiling, swallowing hard.
"I have to get this paint off so I can fuck you properly," he growls,
walking us out of the room and down the hallway.
"Won't someone see us?" I ask, swiveling my head.
"There's no one here tonight except us," Jack says. "Cam is staying at
Lach's tonight."
The image of them fucking enters my head immediately, my pussy
convulsing around Jack's cock.
"You're thinking about them fucking, aren't you?" Jack asks, setting me
on a windowsill without regard for the paint covering my body. His fingers
dig into my hips as he rams into me, our gazes locked between my legs.
"Does thinking about them turn you on?" He palms my breast, rolling my
nipple between his fingers.
"I can't help it," I groan, "There's this picture that forms in my mind..." I
clench around him and Jack curses, sinking into me again.
"What turns you on?" I ask him, readjusting my grip on his shoulders as
he picks me up, continuing down the hallway.
"All of us coming together, coming at the same time," he says without
pause, his eyes dark.
"All three holes?" I ask, an image quickly forming in my head.
"No," he says gruffly. He doesn't elaborate.
"Then how?"
Jack moans in my ear as he shoulders open a door. "I don't know if I can
tell you while I'm in you," he grinds out, his jaw clenching.
"Tell me when we get where we're going then," I say, trying to look
behind me as Jack shoulders through a door and sets me down carefully, his
cock sliding along my clit as he pulls out. He clamps his arm around my
waist when my knees threaten to give out, chuckling into my hair. Once I'm
steady, he flips on a light, and I gasp as the room comes into focus.
"Is this your bathroom?" I breathe, my eyes wide, not sure where to
look first. It's as if we're in the middle of the jungle, standing in a room
carved from boulders. Two sinks are carved out of a granite slab along one
wall, plants filling the gap between matching mirrors. After that, the room
splits off, flagstone pathways taking you to what I can only assume would
be the toilet and shower.
"Amazing, isn't it? Lorna needed something to put in her design
portfolio, and this is what she came up with."
"If this were mine, I would never leave," I sigh. "Now will you tell me
what turns you on?" I ask, looking up at him.
He slides his hand over my hips, pulling me tightly against his body.
"There is one thing I haven't been able to get out of my head since you said
you wanted to be with all three of us," he says, capturing my gaze with his.
"I'll be on my back, you'll be on top of me, facing the ceiling."
I clear my throat. "What hole?" I ask, my voice hoarse and my mouth
dry. Jack slides his fingers along the crease of my ass until he feels the
puckered skin, massaging it. I arch my back, pushing against his hand,
every nerve in my body screaming for him to be inside me.
"I'll lube you up and tease you until you're begging for me, then I'll push
against you here," he says, pushing his finger against me, "until you open
up for me and let me in." I relax my body, and his finger slips in, his hips
flexing against me as he struggles for control. He positions his cock at the V
of my legs, sliding between them easily, pulsing the head of his cock over
my clit.
"Fuck," I whimper.
"Lach will kneel between your legs and fuck your pussy," he breaths,
sliding his hand up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple. "Cam will
position himself in front of Lach." He bends, putting his mouth against my
ear. "Do you think you can handle two cocks in that tight pussy,
Sassenach?" He pulls his hips back, leaving room for his other hand as he
sinks two thick fingers inside me, his palm grinding against my clit. I moan,
rocking against his hands, the image he created in my mind so fucking hot I
can barely breathe.
"Is that even possible?" I rasp, dropping my forehead against his
shoulder as he slowly wrenches my world apart.
"We'll find out Saturday, won't we?" I shiver as his breath fans over my
neck. He gently pulls his fingers out, making sure I'm steady before walking
to the shower and turning it on.
"You look like you belong in an art museum," he says, his voice hoarse
as his gaze lazily slides over my breasts, down my stomach, stopping at the
apex of my thighs.
"And you," I say, walking toward him slowly, my eyes locked on his
cock, "Look good enough to eat." I wet a washclosh, wiping the paint off
his cock before I grasp him with a firm hand, sliding my fingers over him
until the the head of his cock glistens. I drop to my knees, looking up at him
through my eyelashes.
"Don't," he protests weakly, his jaw clenching.
"Are you sure?" I sweep my tongue over the head, breathing in his
heady scent.
"No, I'm not fucking sure," he groans, looking down at me. He cups my
chin, running his thumb over my bottom lip before hooking it on my teeth
and pulling my mouth open. He presses his cock past my lips, his moan
crackling over my skin and lodging between my legs. I slide my hands over
his ass and pull him toward me, taking him deep. Holding him tight, I
swallow around his cock, feeling like the most powerful woman alive as his
body trembles under my hands. He moans as I pull my head back, my
cheeks hollowed around him. He pushes his hands into my hair, his fingers
flexing against my scalp as he wrestles for control.
Hooded eyes watch me work, his lower lip caught in his teeth. I
whimper around him, reaching between my legs to ease the ache. He curses,
wrapping my hair around his hand, slamming into my mouth, pulling me
back, and slamming in again.
"Fuck. Come here," he says roughly, hauling me up to my feet and
pulling me through a different door into a dark bedroom. He picks me up
and throws me onto the bed.
"On your back with your head hanging over," he commands, sliding his
hand over his cock.
"I'll ruin your bedding!" I protest, hopping off the bed and looking to
make sure I hadn't gotten paint anywhere.
"I don't fucking care about the bedding," Jack growls, "Get on the bed.
Now."
His command sends heat flooding through me, desire dripping down my
legs. Jumping to get on the bed, I spin myself around, laying down with my
head hanging over the edge. His words from that day on the terrace come
back to me. I told him I wanted this side of him, and now he's finally ready
to give it to me.
"If you need me to stop, tap the back of my leg three times,
understand?"
"I understand," I murmur, reaching for him and pulling his cock against
my lips. He pushes in, sinking deeper than anyone ever has, my throat
constricting around him as I struggle against my gag reflex. He pulls out,
giving me a second to breathe, palming my tits and pinching my nipples,
groaning as I pass my tongue over his frenulum. He looks down at me,
running the head of his cock back and forth over my lips before sliding
back in, his hand cupping my throat.
"Fuck," he grunts, squeezing my throat as his cock passes under his
hand. I concentrate on breathing through my nose as he thrusts again, tears
leaking from the corners of my eyes. I desperately want to sneak my hand
up the back of his thigh to massage his prostate, giving him the best orgasm
of his goddamn life, but I don't know if he's open to that, and I'm not
exactly in the position to ask.
He slides his hand over my stomach, pausing to rub my clit before
hooking two fingers in my pussy, pushing against my g-spot, the heel of his
hand anchored on my clit. I moan around him, and his hips stutter, the
vibration tipping him closer to the edge. I slowly run my hand up the back
of his thigh, pausing at the crease of his leg to give him time to protest. He
pushes back against my hand before thrusting into me again. The next time
he pulls back, I push my thumb against his perineum, covering my pointer
finger in my saliva before sliding it up between his cheeks. I trace my finger
over the ring of muscle, massaging it as he pushes his ass back toward my
hand with a low groan. I feel him relax, and press my finger against his
sphincter, not letting up until I've breached the muscle and can feel his
prostate under my fingertip.
"Fuck," he groans as I massage him, his hands moving to grip the bed
on either side of my head, his entire body spasming. He loses control,
bottoming out in my throat, then pushing back against my finger. Slamming
in one more time, I feel his cock pulse and I press deeper, applying steady
pressure to his prostate.
He whimpers above me, his hips jerking, and I swallow around him,
drinking him down like he's giving me the nectar of the gods. I press harder,
and his back bows, a broken moan ripping from his lips as I wring out every
last drop.
"Holy fuck," he says, his voice trembling as he pulls away from me,
hauling me into his arms and cradling my face. "I didn't fucking want to do
that," he whispers, tracing my cheek with his finger.
"Yes, you did, and that's okay," I assure him, "I wanted you to do it. I
enjoyed it."
"Enjoyed it?" he asks, wiping mascara from under my eyes, "I'll fucking
give you something to enjoy, mo chridhe."
Before I can process his words, I'm straddling his face, his mouth buried
between my legs. He licks, sucks, and bites, ripping an orgasm from me in
record time. I ride him until the last tremors stop, and collapse next to him
on the bed, cradled in his arms.
"You actually like when I fuck your face, don't you?" he asks,
something different – darker – in his gaze.
"Was I wet?" I ask, cocking my eyebrow. He already knows the answer
to that question.
"So fucking wet," he rasps, his lips warm against my temple.
"My body can't lie, Jack."
He props himself up on his elbow, his gaze hot and heavy, fire
simmering in its depths. "I'll be going to hell for the things I want to do to
your body, Charlotte," he murmurs, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear,
"At least we'll be there together," I smirk, "Come on, let's take that
shower you promised me."

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he carved surface of the bathroom door bites into my back as Jack
presses me against it, his hands sliding over my hips as he lowers his
mouth to mine. He explores my lips lazily, nipping and sucking at my
bottom lip before pushing into my mouth, our tastes melding together like a
fine wine.
"I'll never get enough, Charlotte," he murmurs.
"You're willing to give this up?" I blurt, my heart hammering in my
throat.
"What do you mean?"
"This. Us. Just the two of us," I whisper, my voice cracking.
His eyes narrow, studying me. "That's what we all decided on,
Charlotte."
"I know. But now I'm asking you if you're okay with giving this up.
Answer me truthfully."
He pushes away from me, his jaw clenched. I stand my ground, holding
his gaze. He blows out a long breath, running his hands through his hair, his
muscles rippling.
"No, I don't fucking want to give this up," he growls.
"Then why are we? Why are we making rules that our hearts don't agree
with? On top of forcing the four of us to always be in the same place at the
same time, it also means Cam and Lach can't ever have sex alone again.
How does that make any sense?" I ask, throwing up my hands.
"I just don't want Cam, Lach, and I to be torn apart again," he says,
pulling me close, his lips in my hair.
"I don't want that either. There are better ways to do this, Jack. Where
all of us will be satisfied and happy."
"Let's talk about it this weekend," he murmurs, reaching behind me and
twisting the doorknob. He stops me from falling into the bathroom, hauling
me against his body, his cock hard against my stomach.
"Do you have a bionic cock?" I ask, pushing it down with my finger and
watching as it bobs back up.
"I told you, I don't think I'll ever get enough," he says, backing me
against the wall, the giant boulder cool and smooth against my skin. Sliding
his hand down the outside of my thigh, he pulls my leg up to wrap around
his waist, sinking into me in one firm thrust.
"Fuck," I groan, dropping my head against the rock and rolling my hips
against him.
"Do you think you're ready for the butt plug?" he asks, pulling out and
sliding back in with a grunt. "I need you ready for Saturday."
"Yes," I breathe, the picture he painted in my mind earlier coming back
in full force.
"Good. Go down the short path on the right and through the door to the
shower. I'll meet you there in a second." He pulls out slowly, pulsing the
head of his cock on my clit before releasing me and walking back into the
bedroom, his muscular ass teasing me with each step.
I walk down the path he indicated, confused as to why there's a wooden
door leading to the shower. I turn the handle and push the door open,
freezing mid-step. There's a shower sticking out of the ground directly in
front of me, glass walls on every side, tall plants giving a sense of privacy.
Gravel covers the ground, large flagstones forming a path. I walk to the
shower in a daze, feeling like I'm in a dream. The piping for the shower
runs up a rough wooden beam, a simple handle allowing the water to travel
up to the shower head. I turn it on, waiting until steam billows around me
before stepping under the scalding water. I lean back into the spray, the
water cascading over me and disappearing into the gravel below my feet.
There is no warning except a low groan before Jack captures me in his
arms, lifting me, impaling me. I clutch his shoulders as he manhandles me,
his grip on my ass tight as he moves me over his cock.
"Plug or dildo?" he murmurs against my ear, his finger sliding down my
crack.
"You choose," I gasp, arching against him as he pushes a finger into me,
grinding his pubic bone over my clit.
"Good girl," he growls, the baritone in his voice vibrating over my skin.
He lowers me to my feet, his cock leaving me slowly, dragging over my
clit. I whimper, rocking against his head as he pulls away. He angles the
shower head and turns me around, pressing down on my back until I'm bent
over, perpendicular to the floor.
"Hold on to the post," he commands, sliding his hands down my legs
and pushing my feet wider.
"Fuck," he grinds out, sliding his hands over my ass, "you're so
goddamn gorgeous." He kneels behind me, pressing his face against me and
licking from my clit to my ass. I arch, pushing my ass up unashamedly as
he eats me out. He doesn't stop until I'm rocking against his face and
sobbing his name. Stepping away for a second, he comes back, one hand
gripping my hip as he slides into me from behind.
"I wish you could see how your pussy stretches around me," he groans,
pulling out and slamming back in. "Is that position comfortable?"
"It won't be for long," I say honestly, pushing back to meet his next
thrust.
He pulls me back up and hands me a curved, triangle-shaped, silicone-
covered object. "Figure this out while I go grab something else." I take it
from him, turning it over in my hands. I step under the shower spray to
warm back up and press the button on the back, heat pooling in my stomach
as it vibrates against my palm. I hold it between my legs, loving how
perfectly it fits against me. My head drops back as the vibe does its work,
my hips rocking against it. Jack's chuckle races down my spine, and I jerk
my hand away, heat flooding my cheeks. He reaches around me and turns
off the shower, and I step to the side as he hooks a black contraption to a
ring in the post near the shower head.
"I bought this for this weekend, but I think it might prove more useful
tonight," he says as he straightens the straps.
"Is that a swing?" I ask, trying to figure out what straps go where.
There's a wide, solid bar at the top, loops, and bands hanging off it.
"Your knees go here," he says, holding one loop steady as I tentatively
put my knee in. He holds the second one, encouraging me to use him for
balance as I fit my other knee into it. The bar above me keeps the loops in
place, spreading me wide open. "Lean forward," Jack says roughly, fitting a
wider band of material under my torso. I slowly put my weight against it,
clutching the vibe with one hand and a strap with the other.
"Oh fuck," Jack breathes, stepping back slightly to look at me
suspended in front of him. He steps between my legs and grips my hips,
angling me up before bending down to drag his tongue over me. Tapping
his cock against my clit, he takes a second to position himself before
slamming into me, the swing giving him the leverage to go deep. My pussy
clenches around him, and I cry out in frustration as he pulls all the way out.
"How do you want it?" he asks, sliding something cold against my
asshole. "Do you want me filling you when I fuck your ass with this?" I
flinch as he squirts lube onto my asshole, sliding it over me with his finger
before easily pushing past the ring of muscle. "Fuck, you're ready, aren't
you?" he groans, massaging and stretching me with his finger.
"Yes," I moan, pushing back against his hand. He goes deeper as he
slides his cock into me again, bottoming out and holding me there as I
clench around him.
"This is slightly bigger than me," he murmurs, sliding cold silicone
against my skin, "It should prep you enough so that we don't have to be
worried about being gentle Saturday."
Fuck.
"I want you to use the vibe to help you relax."
I turn on the vibe and reach between my legs, but instead of putting it
on my clit I press it against Jack's balls, moving it over his perineum.
"Fucking hell, Charlotte," he hisses, his hips spasming. My giggle turns
into a low groan as he spreads lube over me and presses the dildo against
my back entrance. I move the vibe to my clit, forcing my body into
submission as he slides the tip of the dildo into me, working it slowly back
and forth. I want it so bad that I don't think I'd care if he pushed it all the
way in right now. I just want to be filled and fucked until I don't know my
name.
"Little bit more," Jack rasps, his cock flexing inside me as he works the
dildo in another inch. I swivel my hips against him, pushing my ass up to
take more, keeping the vibe steady on my clit.
"God, I wish that were my cock," he groans, keeping the dildo in place
as he slams into me.
"It can be." I push up again, taking all of it in until only the base is left
on the outside.
I whimper. So fucking full.
"Don't you dare come. Not yet," he groans, ramming his cock in deep,
"Your pussy is mine tonight. Your ass will be mine on Saturday." He slows
down, gently pulling the dildo out and pushing it back in as he slides his
cock into my pussy.
"We still don't know if they'll both fit." My whisper becomes a moan as
he swivels his hips against me, pushing his cock deeper.
"Don't move," he says, leaving the dildo in me as he pulls out his cock
and walks back toward the bedroom. He returns with a box in his hands, a
grin pulling at his lips. "I was going to give this to you later, but now seems
like the perfect time." He holds his hand out for the vibe, exchanging it for
the box. There is something really fucking hot about doing such a mundane
task with a dildo shoved up my ass – completely decadent and sinful. I dig
my fingernails into the top and pry it open, then turn it upside down over
my hand, gasping as the most life-like dildo I have ever seen falls into my
hand. A ribbon is tied around its velvety base, and tied in the ribbon is a
ring. I look up at Jack to find him on one knee, a goofy grin on his face.
"Is this your cock?" I ask, looking between him and the dildo.
"Yes, It was supposed to be symbolic, but now all I really care about is
using it on you. Marry me, Charlotte." He tugs at the ribbon, and the ring
falls into my hand.
"You're proposing to me with a dildo in my ass?"
"I'm proposing to you before I fuck your brains out and make you forget
about every man that's existed before me," he corrects, picking up the ring
from my palm. "I'll spend every day for the rest of my life making you the
happiest woman alive, Charlotte."
"You already do that without trying," I whisper, holding my hand out to
him. He slips the ring on my finger, pushing it flush to Lach's. It's fashioned
to look like two hands, the fingers forming the prongs, wrapped around a
gorgeous salt and pepper diamond. "Yes," I say, holding his gaze, "Yes. I'll
marry you, fuck you, anything you want, Jack. A thousand times, yes."
"Thank fuck." He takes the dildo from me, his lips crashing against
mine before getting into position behind me. He slides the dildo over my
clit, then along my vulva until it's nudging at my entrance. "I wish you
could see how swollen you are, like a ripe, juicy peach just waiting to be
eaten." He squats down and sucks my clit into his mouth as he pushes in the
dildo. I buck against his lips, my world narrowing. "Not yet," he breathes
against me, giving me one last lick before standing and pulling both dildos
out, then pushing them back in at a snail's pace.
"Are you ready?" he says hoarsely, handing me back the vibrator.
"God, yes," I pant.
He pushes both dildos in all the way, coating his cock in lube before
positioning it above the dildo in my pussy, and then flexes his hips until the
tip is inside me.
"Does that feel okay?" he asks, grunting as I squeeze around him.
My entire life condenses to that very moment, to the fullness, to his
fingers digging into my hips, to the vibe against my clit. He holds himself
there, fucking my ass with the dildo, getting me used to the feeling before
pushing his cock in another inch. He repeats those steps until he's bottomed
out, my world about to fracture into a million pieces.
"They'll fit," he says roughly, pulling out and thrusting in again, pushing
everything inside me as far as they'll go.
"Jack," I sob, so close to coming I can't get out any other words. He
pulls the dildo from my pussy, grips my hips with both hands, and swings
me toward him, slamming into me with a fierce curse.
"Now, Charlotte," he commands, swinging me forward and then back
onto his cock, ramming into me repeatedly, my entire body going limp as he
fucks me. I feel his hips spasm as he loses control, and I get sucked into his
orbit, an orgasm ripping from my body, his cock pulsing so deep inside me I
can feel him against my soul.
"More," I whimper as he pulls out, my body still strung tight, and even I
can't tell if it's not enough or if it's too much.
"Fuck, Charlotte," he pants, breathing hard. He helps me get out of the
swing and turns me around so the straps support my back and thighs. "I'm
still hard. Me or the dildo?"
"The answer to that question will always be you," I say blearily,
watching as he positions himself and pulls me onto him. "Vibrator?" he
asks.
"I don't need it," I say, our gazes locked as he steps closer to me,
grinding his pelvis against mine. The gold in his eyes darkens as the first
tremors start.
"Not yet," he murmurs, changing his mind and picking me up out of the
swing, laying me down on a bench near the wall. He keeps eye contact as
he fills me, pressing his pubic bone against my clit as he moves his body
over me. My nails scrape down his back, my entire body tensing as I angle
my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Fuck, Charlotte," he whispers
brokenly, his body shuddering over me as I clench around him.
"Oh God," I whimper, my eyelids fluttering as the tide rises with me in
its clutches.
"Open your eyes," Jack whispers. He cradles my face in his hands, our
gazes locked, riding the wave together until we come crashing back to earth
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stand under the steaming shower spray, Jack's moans still echoing in my
ears. He has his arm wrapped around my torso, supporting my weight as
he reaches for the shampoo.
"Can you stand by yourself?" he asks, a ghost of a smile teasing his lips,
the tenderness in his gaze nearly buckling my knees. My fingernails dig into
his forearm as I transfer my weight to my feet, locking my knees to keep
my trembling muscles in check.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his praise bringing a flush to my skin. He
pushes his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp and then gently
running the soap into the ends of my hair. Tilting my head back, he
carefully rinses out the shampoo, keeping the water away from my eyes. He
picks up a bar of soap, the smell of lemon verbena enveloping us as he rubs
it between his palms and then over my body, the gentle sweep of his hands
over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs, stoking the fire
in my core. I move my hips against him, his answering chuckle sliding
down my spine, making me shiver. He tips my chin up, his gaze putting me
in a chokehold.
"You're fucking incredible, Charlotte," he rasps, pressing his lips to
mine, the roughness of his beard re-igniting my nerve endings. I cradle his
face between my hands, pouring my entire soul into this kiss. He walks us
under the spray, his lips still moving against mine as he washes the soap
from my body before turning the water off. Pulling away with a groan, he
grabs a towel from the stack by the door, wraps it around me, and lifts me
into his arms, carrying me through the bathroom to the bedroom. The
springs in the mattress creak as he climbs onto the bed, pulling the towel
away before pulling me flush against his body and covering us with a fluffy
duvet.
"Do you think I'm ready?" I murmur sleepily, turning in his arms,
unable to bear one more second without the warmth of his gaze.
"I know you're ready," he whispers, a smile pulling at his lips as he fans
my hair out over the pillow. "I've never seen anything so magnificent. The
way you move, Charlotte... just thinking about it makes me hard."
I hum my approval, running my hand over his stomach, not stopping
until my fingers wrap around his cock. I stifle a yawn as I slide my hand
over his hard length, my insides quivering. He circles my wrist with his
fingers, pulling my hand away before I get in a second stroke.
"Get some sleep, Charlie. We have a big day tomorrow, you need your
rest."
"Tomorrow?" I ask, wrinkling my brow in confusion.
"It's almost three in the morning, Sassenach," he grumbles, pulling me
closer, tangling his legs with mine, and tucking my head into the space
between his shoulder and neck. The last thing I remember is the heat of his
skin and the way his breath tickles as he whispers he loves me.

I wake little by little , awareness slowly taking hold of my senses. The


feel of warm skin under my cheek. Steady breaths dancing through my hair.
The heady scent of sex and lemon verbena making my heart pound in my
chest, incessant throbbing taking residence between my legs.
I crack my eyes open, greeted by the large expanse of Jack's well-
muscled chest. Sometime during the night, I had thrown one of my legs
over his hips, trapping his cock under my thigh, dangerously close to my
core. I stifle a groan as he twitches, his fingers flexing, digging into my hip
as he pushes his pelvis against me in his sleep. Fuck. I angle my hips,
pressing my clit against his hip bone. Before I even realize he's awake, he
hauls me on top of him and thrusts into me with a groan. My eyes roll to the
back of my head as I adjust to his size, circling my hips until it feels like
he's filling every part of me.
"Good morning, Sassenach," he says roughly, his eyelids fluttering
open, his gaze sweeping hungrily over my body. His fingertips press into
my hips, angling my pelvis so my clit grinds against his pubic bone with
every thrust. I brace my hands on his chest, a strangled moan falls from my
lips as an orgasm violently rips through me, Jack's answering groan coming
from deep in his throat as he loses himself in my body.
I collapse on top of him, our breaths mingling as we slowly return to
earth.
"I'm going to carve a statue of you, mo chridhe. And then I'm going to
put a little plaque at the bottom," Jack says, his lips moving against my hair,
his cock still pulsing inside me.
"And what will that plaque say?" I ask, sliding my tongue over the pulse
in his neck.
"Charlotte. The Patron Saint of Hard Cocks," he chuckles, framing my
face with his hands and pulling my mouth to his.
"Will you pray to me?" I ask, smiling against his lips.
"Oh, I'll do more than pray to you," he growls, rolling me underneath
him and thrusting into me. He looks down at me, a look in his eyes that I
can't place.
"What?" I whisper, losing myself in his gaze, his hair curtaining us from
the outside world.
"You're right," he sighs, kissing me before pulling out and climbing out
of bed.
"About what?" I ask, propping myself up with my elbow.
"It isn't even that I don't want to give this up. I can't." He pushes his
hands through his hair, secures it on top of his head, and then holds his
hands out to me. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, but instead of
helping me jump down, he pushes my thighs apart and steps between them,
cradling my body to his, his lips pressed just below my ear. "It wouldn't be
a life worth living if I didn't have mornings like this to look forward to,
Charlotte."
Thank fuck. I squeeze him tight, reluctantly loosening my grip as he
pulls back to look at me. "Let's get through this weekend and then we'll all
sit down and hash it out." He pulls at my left arm until I release him and
brings my hand up to his chest, his lips pulling into a smile when he sees his
ring on my finger. "It suits you," he murmurs. "Cam didn't propose to you?"
he asks, his brows drawing together when he realizes there are only two
rings on my finger.
"No," I say, clamping my lips together before I tell him about Cam's
ring.
Jack doesn't say anything else, only wraps me in a fresh robe and leads
the way to the kitchen. He insists I relax as he fries eggs and bacon, serving
it on one plate with two forks. He cuts off a bite and holds it to my lips,
watching me intently as I lick yolk from the corner of my mouth.
"I thought it would be nice for all of us to eat dinner together tonight,"
he says, clearing his throat before scooping up a bite for himself.
"I'd like that," I murmur, looking forward to the four of us being
together again.
"I'll drive you home so you can pack, then we can all meet up around
five to start cooking dinner. Then early to bed."
"You're a bossy SOB sometimes," I laugh, a thrill racing down my spine
when his eyes darken.
"Trust me, Charlotte, you'll be begging for sleep by the time the three of
us finish with you."
"I fucking hope so," I rasp, my body thrumming with anticipation.

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'm in the process of pulling a sweater over my head when I hear a knock
at the door. Isla doesn't wait for me to answer before she explodes
through the door, a waterfall of copper hair flowing down her back in
loose waves.
"I can't stay," she says, giving me a quick hug. "I just wanted to drop the
ring off and wish you luck before you leave." Isla sets a small ring box on
the coffee table and pulls me into a tight hug. "I hope tomorrow is
everything you want it to be," she says, shoving a bag into my hand while
giving me an exaggerated wink. "See you in a couple of days!" she calls as
she heads out the door.
"Thank you!" I yell at her back as she jogs up the path. I shove my
shoulder against the door to get it closed and peek in the bag. I whistle as I
pull out the tiniest piece of lingerie I have ever seen. That will be interesting
to try to wrangle myself into. I set the bag on the table and pick up the ring
box, doing a little jig when I see how perfect it is. I slip it on my thumb for
safekeeping and check my phone, only to realize that I'm running late for
dinner.
Lach is waiting for me at the top of the path, his hair ruffling in the
wind. "How was your night?" he asks as he catches me in his arms,
spinning me around before pressing his lips tenderly to mine.
"Perfect," I say, my lips pulling into a grin despite myself.
"Good," he murmurs, deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling against
mine. He fists my hair in one hand, pulling my head to the side to give him
access to my neck. He licks and bites his way to my collarbone, cupping my
breast in his palm and rolling my nipple between his fingers. The ring of a
cell phone startles us, and Lach pulls it out of his pocket with a guilty grin.
He doesn't say hello, just, "We'll be there in a second," before hanging
up and pulling my body back to his.
"Can I ask you something?" I say when he breaks away from me with a
groan.
"Anything," he smiles, helping me into the car and then squatting, so
we're eye to eye.
I twist Cam's ring nervously around my thumb, my heart in my throat.
"Do you think I'm ridiculous even to consider proposing to Cam?"
A goofy grin stretches his cheeks. "No, I don't think it's ridiculous at
all."
"It's just that you and Jack have already proposed and I don't want him
to feel like a third wheel. I want him to know without a doubt that he
belongs with us. And then I worry that I'm stealing his chance to
propose⁠—"
"He'll love it, Charlie," Lach says, pressing a finger to my lips.
"You're sure?"
"Positive. We better get to dinner before Jack comes looking for us," he
says, softening his eyeroll with a wink.
Lach and I walk around the back of the castle and enter directly through
the kitchen, the smell of roasting meat and fresh bread hitting us in the face
the second we open the door. My stomach growls loudly, earning me a dirty
look from Jack – a silent admonishment for not eating lunch. Before I can
explain myself, I look over to see Cam stalking toward me, his gaze
stripping me bare. The heat in his eyes has me walking backward until I'm
pressed against the door with nowhere else to go. He braces one arm on the
doorframe and pulls me flush against his body with the other, capturing my
lips with his.
"I missed you," he breathes, pulling my lower lip into his mouth before
deepening the kiss.
"Why don't you two take a walk and catch up?" Jack says, winking at
me. "Lach and I will finish dinner. It should be ready in about half an hour."
"Are you sure?" I ask, but Cam pulls me out the door, and Jack's reply is
cut off as the door snicks closed.
"They'll be fine," he assures me, a smile pulling at his lips as his gaze
sweeps over me. "Come on. We only have half an hour, and I want to show
you something." He keeps his fingers linked with mine as we walk into the
orchard, weaving through the trees before entering a wooded area, pine
needles softening our steps. Sunlight streams through the branches, bugs
and birds flitting over our heads as Cam pulls me in deeper. He stops
suddenly, tugging a scarf from his pocket.
"Close your eyes," he says, his cheeks ruddy and his eyes sparkling.
"Did you have this planned?" I ask as I close my eyes. "Or do you keep
blindfolds in your pocket just in case the need arises?"
"When doesn't the need arise?" I can hear the smile in his voice, and the
corners of my mouth curl in response. "Hold on to my shoulders," he
instructs, placing my hands where he wants them before walking forward
slowly. He stops after a dozen steps and turns, his minty breath warm
against my face.
"Cam?"
"Sorry. You're just so fucking beautiful, and I honestly have a hard time
believing that we're even doing this right now."
"Doing what?" I ask, sliding my hand over his chest, feeling his heart
pounding under my palm. There's a soft rustling as he steps away from me.
"Cam?"
"Take the blindfold off, Charlie."
My heart is in my throat as I slide it off and open my eyes. We're in an
old chapel, stone walls crumbling around us as the forest reclaims it. Old
stained-glass windows cast rainbows over the ground, fighting with the
dappled green light shining through the leaves. I drop my gaze to find Cam
kneeling in front of me, his eyes bright.
"Charlie, in the beginning, I convinced myself we could never work.
And then I left and found myself waking up every morning eager to see
you, only to have my heart torn from my chest all over again. Then I
returned and found you in the one place I had never even dared to hope you
would be. And now I'm proposing to you, ready to place a third ring on
your finger and make this official.
"Wait a damn minute," I protest, dropping to my knees in front of him,
cradling his face between my hands. "I was lost after you left. I felt guilty
for meeting Lach and Jack and even guiltier when I was with them and
couldn't stop thinking about you. Wondering how you were. What you were
doing. Never in my wildest dreams did I think things would work out like
this. I am so grateful for you, Cam." A tremulous smile wavers on his lips as
he wipes the tears from under my eyes.
"Charlie—"
"Let me finish," I say, cutting him off, "I know this isn't how our
relationship started and I sure as hell know that you weren't planning on
putting a third engagement ring on my finger, but fate is a fickle beast, and
I'm going to ask anyway. Marry me, Cameron?" I pull the ring off my
thumb and hold it out to him, my fingers shaking.
"Fuck, Charlie," he chokes out, wiping his eyes before pulling a ring
box out of his pocket. He flips open the top, and there, nested in black
velvet, is a sparkling sapphire ring. "This is a sapphire that was found here
on Harris back in the 80's," he says, swallowing hard. "I wanted to give you
something that will always remind you of what we've created on this tiny
island. Will you be my wife, Charlie?" I nod, tears streaming down my
cheeks as he takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto my finger, the
band dainty enough to be a perfect complement to the other two.
"Don't make me ask again," I say, laughing as I grab his hand and wait
for his answer.
"Yes, I will marry you, Charlie." His eyes shine as he watches me slide
the ring onto his finger. "The adventures we'll have..." he rasps, emotion
cutting off the rest of his words.
"Starting with tomorrow night?" I tease, pulling him to his feet and
wrapping my arms around him. He tilts my chin up and presses his lips
against mine hungrily, walking me back until my back is pressed against the
stone wall, his cock hard against my stomach. He's moaning into my lips,
his hand sliding over my breast when the first text comes through. He
ignores it, pulling me closer and rocking his hips against mine. I'm in the
process of unbuckling his belt when the second text comes through.
"Goddamnit," he mutters, "I already know it's one of the guys telling us
dinner is almost ready."
"Not yet," I breathe, my forehead pressed to his chest as I pull his belt
away. I make quick work of his button and zipper, pulling his boxers down
so I can see the head of his cock. I'm sliding my hand along his length when
his phone starts ringing. Betting on the distraction, I drop to my knees and
swirl my tongue over his head just as he answers.
"Hell—fuck. Hello?" he manages, biting his lip to keep in a groan.
"Yeah, we'll be right—" he moans as I take him all the way in, my lips
against the taught skin of his abdomen as I hollow my cheeks. The phone
drops into the dirt at his feet and his fingers tangle with my hair, his hips
flexing, forcing me to take him even deeper. He pulls out with a grunt,
grabs his phone, and walks away from me, fixing his clothes as he assures
the guys that we'll be there in a couple of minutes.
I laugh when he matches me step for step as I walk toward him, turning
and jogging away before I can corner him. "You're so much fucking
trouble," he says, chuckling, "Save your energy for tomorrow. You're going
to need it."
"Fine," I pout, settling for the feel of his hand in mine, wondering if
Jack told him what he has planned for tomorrow or if he's keeping it a
surprise. Just thinking about it sends a shiver of anticipation down my
spine.
A cheer goes up the second we're in eyesight of the kitchen, Jack and
Lach are waiting for us with four glasses and an expensive-looking bottle of
champagne. I take the glass Jack hands me and raise it as Lach starts a toast.
"To the official start of the rest of our lives," he says, his gaze burning
me alive.
"To being ravished by three of the hottest guys I've ever known." I
smirk, clinking my glass against theirs and downing the champagne in one
giant gulp.

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'm awakened by the smell of coffee and three very large, very hard
bodies climbing into bed with me.
"Wake up, sleepy head." Lach's baritone slides over my body like
electricity, making my nipples harden against my sleep shirt. I stretch my
arms over my head, arching my back and pointing my toes to get the aches
out of my body. All three of them groan. Lach's hand closes over my left
breast as Cam's mouth descends on my right. Jack pulls the covers away
from my legs and kneels between them, pushing my knees wide.
"Why aren't you wearing underwear, Charlotte?" His voice is rough, but
his hands are rougher as he sweeps them up my thighs, stopping just shy of
the throbbing ache at my core, kneading tender flesh, his thumbs sliding
closer and closer until he's sliding them through the gathered moisture,
trapping my clit between his thumbs. Is this how it's going to be? My brain
is so overrun with stimuli that I can't think about anything but the pleasure
they're giving me. I arch against him, a low growl vibrating over me right
before he pulls me into his mouth.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," Cam says, breaking to tease my
nipple with the tip of his tongue, "But if we don't hustle, we're going to miss
the ferry."
Jack ignores him, his gaze locking with mine as he fills me with two
fingers, massaging my g-spot while he eats me out. My head drops back as
the first tremors start, and I feel Jack chuckle against me before he pulls out
and rises to his knees. He stares down at me, his eyes making it very clear
that this is just a taste of what's coming later.
"What the fuck, Jack." He easily dodges the pillow I throw at his head.
"I wanted to get you ready for tonight."
"I already was ready, in case you didn't notice."
"Oh, I noticed." His smile is wicked as he licks his fingers clean. Cam
shoulders him out of the way and anchors himself between my legs, his
eyes dark as he reaches down and pushes one long finger into me. I squeeze
around him, rocking my hips against his hand.
"Please," I beg him.
He glances at his watch and pulls away from me, scrambling off the
bed. "We don't have time, Charlie."
"Do I have time for one little taste?" Lach asks, his gaze wavering
between my pussy and the finger I was just fucking.
"Absolutely not. We will have all the time we want later. We need to get
our little witch up and moving before we miss the ferry."
"Fine." Lach's eyes are on me as he takes Cam's hand in his, bringing
that finger to his lips and sucking it into his mouth before slowly pulling it
out. "That will have to tide me over."
"Fuck," Cam mutters, adjusting himself before grabbing my feet and
swinging them over the edge of the bed.
"All three of you are awful," I grumble, stripping off my shirt and
walking to the dresser to figure out what to wear. The silence is deafening
as they watch me, the tension in the air so thick I can hardly breathe.
"We're going somewhere nice for lunch," Lach rasps, his gaze sliding
over my body like silk. I glance at all three of them, realizing they're all
dressed nicely – rumpled but nice. I find the sexiest thong I have, bending
over obscenely as I pull it up. I dig down to the bottom of my drawer and
pull out a light, gauzy skirt, a matching top, and a chunky sweater. I grab
my bra and pull the straps over my shoulders, but Jack stops me before I
can fasten it, his fingers warm on my back as he wrestles with the clasps.
He slides his hands down my waist once he's finished, cupping my ass and
squeezing.
"I'll make coffee while you finish getting ready." He slides a finger
under the string of fabric between my ass cheeks and tugs gently, putting
pressure on my clit. I angle my hips to give him access, but he only slaps
my butt before heading to the kitchen.
"We have a dilemma that we decided was yours to solve." Lach watches
as I pull the skirt over my hips.
"What sort of dilemma?" I pull on my top and then the sweater, praying
to the weather gods that my legs won't freeze.
"We can take my car or one of the trucks. My car will be an incredibly
tight squeeze, but it will be a breeze to park in the city. We'll have room to
spread out in the truck, but it will be a huge headache to find parking every
time we go somewhere."
"Your car." I slide my feet into sneakers. I can feel the guys having a
silent conversation over my head.
"It'll be tight, and it's a long drive," he reminds me.
"I'd rather be uncomfortable on the ride there than ruin the weekend
because we can't find parking." I look in the mirror as I twist my unruly hair
into a knot and secure it with a clip, ensuring I have a hair tie around my
wrist in case of emergency. I grab my backpack from the foot of the bed,
sling it over my shoulder, and then follow my nose to the kitchen.
"That's all you're bringing?" Jack raises his eyebrow as he eyes my
backpack, then returns his focus to the travel mugs he's filling.
"I wasn't under the impression I would need a ton of clothing this
weekend."
"God, I fucking hope not. If I had my way, you wouldn't leave the bed
for forty-eight hours."
"But he won't get his way because we decided on plans together, right
Jack?" Lach slaps Jack on the back and takes a mug from the counter.
"Hey, other than getting the supplies I need, I'm perfectly fine with
staying at the hotel the entire time," I say, taking a careful sip of my coffee.
Cam looks at me in horror. "I don't think you realize what you're saying.
Do you know how many historical sites there are to see? The abbey, the
writer's museum, the national gallery—" He ticks them off on his fingers,
his eyes lighting up at the thought of showing me his favorite places.
"I get it," I laugh, "I'm good with whatever you guys have planned for
me. I hope the majority of it involves all three of you inside me for long
periods of time," I call over my shoulder as I head out the door.
Unfortunately, as it turns out, I don't have to sit on anyone's lap. The
only thing we don't have room for is Lach's cooler filled with drinks and
snacks. I opt for putting it where my feet would go instead of between Cam
and me. I'm trying to decide the best way to sit when Cam pats his lap,
motioning for me to drape my legs over him.
"Are you sure?"
"Honestly, I was hoping it would be your ass in my lap, not your feet."
He unlaces my shoe, tucking them under Jack's seat before pressing his
thumb into the arch of my foot and sliding it up toward my toes.
"Cam!" I try to scramble away from him, but he holds onto me,
continuing the assault until I'm a boneless, moaning mess. As Lach turns
into the ferry parking lot, Cam presses my foot against his hardened length.
"I think I have a problem, Charlie," he chuckles, thrusting against my
foot before tugging my shoes back on my feet.
"Are you turned on by feet?"
"There isn't a single part of your body that doesn't turn me on," he says,
looking at me through his eyelashes. "You know what my favorite part is?"
"What?"
"The freckle right..." he slides his hand up my leg, beneath my skirt,
stopping just shy of where I want him "...here." He circles his finger over
the freckle, his eyes darkening as my legs open for him automatically.
How will I get through this car ride when I can't manage to go ten
minutes without wanting one of them to fuck me? This is going to be the
longest five hours of my life.

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fter waiting about twenty minutes to get on the ferry, we park where
the attendant tells us to and abandon the car, beginning the hike up to
the tiny café. Jack traps me halfway up, pressing me against the wall,
his knee nudging between my legs.
"Does this remind you of anything?" he asks, running a calloused
fingertip across my cheek, along my jaw, and over the sensitive skin of my
throat.
"I remember you were standing there looking up at me," I say, meeting
his gaze, the memory making my heart race. "And I remember losing you."
I swallow the lump in my throat as the feelings rush back.
He tightens his fist around the neck of my sweater and pulls me roughly
to his lips. I stretch up to meet him, pushing my hands into his hair and
kissing him like I wanted to earlier this summer.
"And then you found me in the library. I'll never forget how you looked
with that white dress floating around your ankles, your skin gilded by the
fire. If Isla hadn't interrupted us that night..."
"What would you have done?"
"If you had been willing, I would have hiked that dress over your head
and tasted the nectar of the gods."
"The two of you are causing quite the scene," Lach whisper-shouts,
chuckling as he jogs down the stairs toward us. He turns my chin toward
him and captures my lips with his own. Someone whistles at us, and I break
free, pushing away from them to continue up to the main level.
"You're the one causing a scene," I hiss back at him, looking around us,
but I only see one woman walking away. She looks back and gives me an
exaggerated wink. God, I hope everyone we encounter is that accepting.
"So, how are you feeling about tonight?" Lach asks me once we've
settled into the chairs overlooking the sea at the front of the boat.
I tick my emotions off on my fingers. "Nervous. Excited. Horny."
"Why are you nervous?"
"The thought of being surrounded by three huge men...”
"We would never do anything you don't explicitly agree to, Charlie."
"I know," I say, "I'm nervous in a good way. I've never done this before,
and I don't know how it's all going to work. Or fit."
"You don't need to worry about that, Carebear. All you need to do is let
us worship you."
"But I'll have to⁠—"
"You don't have to do anything," he interrupts, "Our focus will be on
you and your focus should be on coming as many times as possible. Now
relax and enjoy the view," he says softly, burying his hand in the hair at my
neck and running his fingers over my skin.
I don't know if I'll ever get used to being with three guys that don't have
a selfish bone in their bodies, but it's going to be fun trying.
Before we know it, we're crowding back into the car and waiting for the
cue to drive off the boat. As soon as we're on the road again, Cam pulls my
feet back onto his lap, but this time he unties my shoes and takes them off,
tucking them up underneath Jack's seat. Next, he peels off my socks, puts
them in the seat pocket, and wastes no time sliding his hands over one foot
and digging his thumb into the arch.
"Fuck," I groan, my back arching as he works his magic: a torturous
mix of tickling and the best massage I've ever had. Half an hour later, his
touch has softened into light caresses up and down the soles of both feet. He
catches my attention with a wave of his hand, mouthing something I don't
understand. I shake my head, shrugging an apology. He looks down at his
lap, then back up at me with wide eyes. When I still don't understand what
he's trying to tell me, he hauls my foot higher in his lap, pressing it against
his very hard cock. I have a problem! He mouths again, exaggerating the
syllables and I finally understand.
"I see that," I murmur quietly, the corners of my mouth pulling up into a
grin.
"Charlie, will you grab me a bottle of water from the cooler, please?"
Lach asks, glancing back at me in the rearview mirror.
"Yep!" The cooler is wedged tightly between the seats and I struggle
with it before realizing I'm going to have to pull it up onto the seat to get it
open. I scooch next to Cam, trying to make enough room for the cooler. He
hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me into his lap. His cock is hard
against my hip as I lean over to grab the cooler and he takes the opportunity
to slide his hand between us, adjusting himself so he's nestled between my
legs. I straighten, handing Lach his water, fighting back a whimper as my
nerve endings roar back to life.
"Does anyone else want anything?" I ask, having to clear my throat to
get the words out.
"I do," Cam breathes into my ear, his fingers pressing into my hips as he
flexes against me.
Fuck. I rock my hips over him, my brain telling me this is wildly
inappropriate while my body is screaming at me to keep going. He slides
his hands under my skirt and over my thighs, pulling them wide, my skirt
bunching around my waist.
"Water, please," Jack says, holding his hand behind him. As I lean over
to grab another bottle, Cam hooks his finger into my underwear, pulling it
away from my body. Before I hand Jack his water, Cam slides his hand
underneath me so that his thumb impales me as I straighten, his pointer and
middle finger coming up to cradle my clit. I freeze, clamping my mouth
closed as my pussy desperately clenches around his finger.
"Fuck, Charlie," he groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder.
I give in to the moment, grinding my pussy against his hand, my body
desperate for release. My eyes flutter open, meeting Lach's gaze in the
mirror before he adjusts it so he can watch Cam's hands on me. I moan as
Cam licks a path up my neck, biting my earlobe. Jack shifts in his seat,
turning to look back at us, and I hold my breath, not sure what his reaction
will be.
"Put the cooler back down on the floor," he says roughly. I carefully
lower it to the floor and he motions for Cam to move to the middle of the
seats. Cam slides over and pushes me forward on his thighs, fumbling with
his pants as Jack takes the opportunity to slide two fingers into me,
massaging my clit with his thumb.
"The three of you are going to mess around while I'm driving?" Lach
grumbles, his gaze moving between the mirror and the road.
"I promise I'll make it up to you later," I pant, a whimper when Jack
pulls away quickly becoming a moan as Cam's cock nudges at my entrance,
a small warning before he slams into me. I bite my lip, tasting blood, as I
attempt to hold in a scream. Jack leans through the gap in the seats, using
Cam's knee to support himself as he lowers his lips against me and sucks on
my clit.
"Oh, fuck," I gasp, pushing my hips forward toward Jack, then
slamming back onto Cam's cock, holding Lach's gaze in the mirror as my
body tenses, my orgasm washing over me like a tsunami, hitting me with
wave after wave as I struggle to take a breath. Jack palms my neck and
pulls my lips to his as the last tremors fade, his taste melding with mine as
our tongues clash.
"You're so fucking hot when you come," he growls, kissing me one
more time before sliding back into his seat. Cam thrusts one more time and
then pulls out, straightening his clothes.
"You don't want to get there?" I whisper, surprised.
"Not until later." He lifts me from his lap, twists in his seat, and then
pulls me against his chest so we can stretch our legs comfortably. I yawn,
and he chuckles, kissing the top of my head. "Sleep sweet, my little witch."

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wake up to Cam smoothing my hair away from my face, his touch soft
and tender.
"We're here," he whispers, smiling down at me like I'm the center of
the universe.
"Where is here?" I ask, pushing myself up so I can look out the
windows.
"The Abbey," Lach answers, opening my door and pulling me into his
arms. He grips my jaw and holds me in place, kissing me soundly before
grabbing the cooler from the backseat and tossing me a blanket from the
trunk.
"We're having a picnic?" I squeal, feeling like we're in a movie
surrounded by tall, crumbling spires and ancient stones.
"Yes," he chuckles, watching me take in our surroundings.
"So that's why you had the cooler crammed full. I wondered why we
needed so much for a five-hour road trip." The four of us walk through the
shadows of the church, following Cam to what he assured us will be the
perfect spot for a picnic.
It is perfect. A vast, lush expanse of lawn shielded from the wind allows
plenty of room to spread out and a perfect view of the abbey. I shake out the
blanket, and Jack takes the opposite corners, helping me spread it on the
grass. Cam and Lach sit on one side, Jack and I on the other, the cooler
between us. Lach immediately starts unpacking the food. He sets two large
foil packets on the blanket and then pulls out a bowl of fruit salad. He
carefully pulls away the foil to reveal a gigantic focaccia sandwich, already
cut into pieces.
"You brought enough food for twenty people," Jack grumbles, although
he doesn't seem too upset about it as he grabs two pieces, handing me one.
"We all need our energy for tonight," Lach says, a grin tugging at his
lips as he waggles his eyebrows at me.
"We still have dinner, you know," Cam laughs, taking a massive bite of
his sandwich.
"I know. I just couldn't let this opportunity go to waste."
"It's perfect," I tell him, pushing to my knees and leaning over the food
to kiss him.
"Sit the fuck down," Jack growls at me, jerking my hips down until my
ass is firmly planted on the blanket.
"What's wrong with you?" I swat at his hands until he pulls them back
into his lap.
"If you do that again, with that pretty little ass peeking out of your skirt
like that – begging me to fuck it – I swear to God, Charlotte. I'll push you
down on this blanket and fuck you out in the open where everyone can see.
Do you understand?"
Oh God. His words are a potent aphrodisiac, racing through my
bloodstream like venom until I can only focus on the heartbeat between my
legs.
I nod, my voice abandoning me when my heart jumps into my throat,
forming a knot so big that I can barely breathe. I have to get this sweater
off. I grab the hem and pull it over my head, taking big gulps of air once I
feel like I'm not choking. Cam makes a strangled sound, his gaze locked on
the way my nipples are pressing against the fabric of the tank top.
"Why didn't we go straight to the hotel again? This is torture," he
whispers, licking his lips before dropping his gaze and adjusting himself.
"This is either going to be the best or worst eight hours of our lives,"
Lach says, laughing.
"Eight hours?" How the fuck am I going to last eight hours? I'm this
close to taking Jack up on his offer.
Lach nods. "Our dinner reservation is at seven."
"We can't just go to the hotel after this?" I ask, nibbling at my sandwich.
"Because we're going to wine and dine you properly, Charlotte," Jack
says. "There are three of us and only one of you – the least we can do is buy
you a proper dinner before we fuck you."
"Okay," Lach interrupts, finally starting to look as ruffled as the rest of
us, "Why don't we change up the conversation a bit before we all combust?"
He turns to me. "Have you thought about the job Jack told you about?"
Last night, when I was lying in bed having trouble getting to sleep, I
gave the job offer a lot of thought and finally decided. "I'll take it," I say,
looking at Jack.
"Thank fuck," Jack mutters, sending a silent prayer to the sky.
"We were going to have to hire somebody," Lach says, explaining Jack's
reaction, "And that probably meant having to house them, too, since there
aren't many people that live on Harris – especially ones that specialize in
marketing."
"I'm actually really excited to start. I have so many ideas. Have you
guys made any sort of plan yet?"
"Nothing is set in stone yet," Jack answers, "Now that I have your
answer, we can meet with Isla and brainstorm."
"You, too," Lach says to Cam, giving him a stern look.
"Me? But I don't have any stake in it."
"You fucking live there, Cameron," Lach grumbles, annoyance flashing
over his features.
"Fine. I'll be there," Cam says, lifting his hands in surrender.
"Charlotte, where do you want to live?" Jack asks me, the intensity of
his gaze warming my cheeks.
"Um—" I stammer, not realizing I was going to be put on the spot like
this, "I guess I had assumed we'd live in the castle since you and Cam are
already there."
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes, I would love to live there," I answer truthfully. "What about you?"
I ask, looking at Lach.
"I'll be wherever you and Cam are. I'm not picky." He turns to Jack.
"What about Isla?"
"I'll talk to her about it. Knowing her, she'll love having the house to
herself."
"What about your work, Cam?" I ask him, worried he'll be giving up too
much.
"I'll commute into Stornoway during the school year, like usual. The
only thing that will change is that I decided to never fucking leave you
again."
"Cam—"
"I'm serious, Charlie. You have no idea how miserable I was. I don't
ever want to go through that again."
"She could visit you, you know," Lach says, chugging from a water
bottle.
"What would we do, sleep in separate rooms?" He shakes his head,
scowling.
"Speaking of that..." I twist my fingers in the hem of my tank top as I
attempt to find the right words. "I think that rule needs to go," I blurt, "It'll
get broken eventually and lead to hurt feelings and a lack of trust. Plus, I
don't think we should begin our relationship with a rule that's doomed to
fail." Jack nods beside me while I watch relief wash over Cam and Lach's
faces. "I think we should sleep in the same bed when we're all together.
When we're not all together, anything goes as long as we keep
communication open."
"Thank fuck," Cam whispers, his eyes shining.
"Are we all agreed?" I ask, relief sinking into my bones, making me
giddy.
"Agreed," they echo.
"That leads us to the only thing we haven't talked about yet," Lach says.
"What?"
"The wedding."
"I'm not even divorced yet," I remind him.
"Then let's talk about the divorce," Jack volleys back, his voice firm.
"When is it happening?"
"The lawyer will contact me as soon as she gets a date from the court. I
plan to head back to the States a couple of weeks before that to attempt
mediation with Rob."
"Good. Let us know the date as soon as you know so we can block off
those weeks," Jack says, shoving the last bite of the sandwich in his mouth.
"What do you mean?"
"We're going with you, Carebear," Lach answers for him.
"You're what?" I stammer, my blood rushing in my ears.
"Did you really think we would marry you without talking to your
parents first?" Jack asks incredulously.
"All three of you want to meet my parents?" Holy shit. Why hadn't this
ever occurred to me? Why hadn't I thought more about how this would look
to the outside world?
"Plus, there is no way in hell we're going to make you face Rob alone,"
Lach adds.
"How am I supposed to prepare my parents for meeting the three of
you? 'Hi, mom and dad, let me introduce you to the three guys that give me
the most mind-blowing orgasms I've ever had, especially when they fill all
my holes'?"
I scrub my hands over my face. I'm so fucked.
"You don't need to tell them anything, Charlotte," Jack says, squeezing
my knee. "They'll figure it out pretty quickly, and once they see how much
we love you, it won't be a big deal."
"But what if it is a big deal to them?"
"Then we'll be there to support you."
"Why don't we circle back to this on the drive home?" Lach says,
sensing my impending meltdown. "Charlie having a panic attack isn't on the
itinerary today."
"I'm okay," I assure him, taking deep, slow breaths, "I'm going to have
to come to terms with it eventually."
"Yes, but eventually is not today." He pulls a bottle of wine from the
cooler, twists off the tops, and pours a healthy amount into a plastic cup,
handing it to me. "Drink up."
"I know how to turn this around," Jack says, the gravel in his voice
bringing out goosebumps on my arms. "Let's play a game of hide-and-seek.
You hide," he says, mesmerizing me with the intensity of his gaze, "I'll
seek."
"But—" I motion to the blanket and the food that needs to be put away.
"No buts," Cam says, the corner of his mouth pulling up.
I push to my feet and glance at Jack, desire blooming in my core as the
heat in his gaze burns my skin. He slides a calloused palm up my leg,
squeezing my thigh, his finger brushing over my clit.
"Run."

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y heartbeat roars in my ears as I tuck myself into a tiny alcove at one
end of the abbey. It's open from both sides, but panic is setting in so
I take the best spot I can find, facing the direction Jack should be
coming from, and hope for the best. After about a minute, I see him
prowling methodically through the abbey, his gaze roaming like a beast on
the hunt. I shrink back, my ass practically hanging out of the other side of
the opening, and desperately try to steady my breathing. Someone grabs me
by the neck, jerking me against their hard body. I shriek as they move their
hand to cover my mouth, the other wrapping around my waist and lifting
my feet off the ground.
"It's only me, Charlie," Lach whispers when I struggle against his grip.
He carries me outside and around the corner to the front of the abbey,
ducking into a dark doorway before releasing me. "That was a fucking
awful hiding spot," he chuckles, setting me on my feet and spinning me
around to face him, pressing me against the stone wall with his body.
"Jack's looking for me," I protest.
"I found you first." He pushes a lock of hair behind my ear and trails his
finger over my cheek, down my throat and between my breasts. "I've been
wanting to do this all fucking day," he groans, sliding his hand over my
breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I moan, arching against
him.
"Watching Cam fuck you – watching you come – was torture," he
whispers, his lips skating over my jaw. He reaches between us, adjusting
himself so his shaft is pressing against my clit, then rocks against me slowly
as he presses his lips to mine. Sliding his hand beneath my skirt, he grabs
my ass, pulling me against him as he picks up his pace. He pushes his
tongue past my lips, demanding more. He pulls back, breathing heavily,
fingering the string on my thong just above where it disappears between my
ass cheeks.
"There's almost no point in wearing this," he rasps, following the string
down, moving it to the side as he pushes into me.
"Fuck," I groan, bucking against his hand.
"Do you think I can still taste him on you?" he asks before crouching in
front of me, pulling aside the rest of my thong and fitting his mouth over
my clit, making my knees buckle with one long pull.
"Lach, someone will see us," I gasp, grabbing a handful of his hair,
trying to pull him away from me.
"Harder," he chuckles, the vibration of his voice coursing through me in
waves. He pulses his tongue against me until my knees shake, and I grip his
shoulder to stay upright. Standing up, he wedges his knee between my legs
to support my body and looks at me from under hooded eyes. "I live for
these moments, Charlie," he whispers, his voice like gravel. "You're so
fucking beautiful when you're needy." He angles his thigh higher, rolling
my clit against his muscled leg.
"Lach," I moan, "Please." I don't care about getting caught anymore – I
never want this to stop.
He pulls the end of his belt away from his body, unbuckling it, his eyes
on me. "You're sure?"
I answer him by unbuttoning his pants, sliding down his zipper, pushing
my hand into his boxers, and pulling out his heavy length. His jaw clenches,
his head dropping back, a low moan echoing off the stones around us. He
stands up straight and pulls my thong to the side, fitting his cock between
my thighs and sliding back and forth in the moisture gathered there.
I whimper, desperate for him to fill me. To fuck me. He pulls my leg up,
hooking it over his hip, and thrusts home. Lach muffles my scream with the
palm of his hand, his eyes wide. The sunlight in the doorway flickers then
disappears as a shadow takes its place. My heart jumps to my throat and my
body freezes, my brain screaming at me to move.
"There's my naughty girl." Jack's brogue skitters over my skin as he
prowls toward us. Lach pulls out of me and turns around so his back is to
the wall, then hooks a hand under my knee, hoisting it higher before
burying himself inside me again with a muffled curse.
"Is this my prize for finding you?" Jack breathes, kneading my ass.
I moan, relaxing my muscles and leaning back against his chest, the
feeling of being pressed between them almost too much for my body to
handle.
"The answer is yes," I say to Jack when I hear him take a breath and
start to say something. The zipper of his pants is the only response, and then
he's spreading me wide, sliding his cock over my ass and between my legs.
He reaches between Lach and I, trapping my clit between his fingers,
rolling it back and forth. I angle my hips back to give him easier access, and
he guides the head of his cock to my pussy, nudging at my entrance next to
where Lach is fully sheathed inside of me. Jack circles my clit until I push
my hips back toward him, silently begging him to fill me. He holds his cock
firmly as he presses forward, my body stretching to accommodate him.
"Oh fuck," Lach breathes, his eyes rolling back as Jack presses in more,
"So fucking tight."
Watching Lach fall apart stokes the fire, a gush of moisture making it
easy for Jack to slide in fully.
I forget how to breathe as my body adjusts to them, Jack's fingers still
working my clit, forcing my body to relax.
"You better get there fast," Lach rasps, "I don't know how long I can
hold out, and I don't want to get there until tonight."
"Don't wait," I groan, squeezing around them.
Lach whimpers when the sunlight coming through the doorway
disappears once more. I swivel my head to see Cameron standing there, his
cock already in his hand.
Oh God.
He walks toward us, capturing my mouth with his and then turning to
Lach, kissing him with unrestrained passion.
"Turn around," Cam says roughly.
"Someone will see," Lach protests, "We're already pushing it."
"Nobody is here – I checked," Cam reassures him. I spin on my toes as
the guys shuffle to change position, their cocks never leaving me. I have a
front-row seat as Cam jerks down the back of Lach's pants, breathing
deeply as he squeezes and spreads his ass. Reaching around Lach, Cam runs
his fingers along where the three of us are joined together, scooping up my
arousal and spreading it over his cock. Adrenaline pumps through my body
as I watch Cam concentrate as he positions himself. Lach's throat bobs, his
head dropping back, his body arching as Cam pushes into him.
"Holy fuck," Lach chokes out, impaling himself on Cam's cock before
thrusting into me. I whimper as all four of us climb higher, Jack and Lach
alternating thrusts but never entirely pulling out. Cam thrusts as Lach pulls
back, burying himself, pulling out as Lach fills me again.
I squeeze around them, trying to hold my orgasm off, never wanting this
to end.
"Come for me, mo chridhe," Jack groans, catching my earlobe between
his teeth. That's all it takes for my body to seize up, my pussy clenching
around them. "That's it, good fucking girl," he growls, pushing me higher.
Cam reaches around Lach's arm and palms my breast, plucking my
nipple, his gaze burning me alive as he watches me fall apart.
My body explodes into tiny iridescent pieces, floating on the wind,
riding the currents until the only thing left is the blinding ecstasy pumping
through my veins. They all press against me as my legs give out, sheltering
me. They pull slowly out as the last tremors wrack my body, quickly
zipping and buckling before gathering me in their arms, all four of us
stumbling out into the sunlight to collapse on a blanket of velvety grass.
"I don't understand why you guys held off," I say, turning my face to the
sun.
"I thought I taught you this lesson already," Lach says, rolling to his
side to look at me, a grin pulling at his mouth.
"Edging?"
"Ding ding ding." He pushes himself up onto his elbow and captures my
lips with his. When he collapses to the grass again, I snuggle into Jack's
arm, reaching across Lach to grab Cam's hand.
"Have you guys ever done that before?" I ask, curiosity getting the best
of me.
"That was the first time," Cam murmurs, squeezing my fingers.
"How was it?" I ask Lach, wondering what it would be like to be a guy,
fucking and being fucked.
"Better than I could have ever imagined," he answers truthfully.
"My turn next time," Cam grumbles, making a face at Lach.
"I think we should check in at the hotel and get washed up before we
get on with the rest of our day," Jack says, groaning as he pushes himself
up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with him. He crushes my body
against his, his kiss hungry and demanding. He doesn't break the kiss as he
leans down and scoops me up.
"I can walk," I protest, pushing against his shoulders.
"I know you can walk, Sassenach," he grumbles, his stride eating up the
ground as we leave the other two behind. "You'll have three cocks filing you
tonight. You need to rest."
Fuck.

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clerk stands just inside the hotel's front door and hands Lach the key
to our room as we pass.
"Thank you, Fergus," he says, squeezing his shoulder.
My jaw drops as we walk through the lobby – soaring ceilings tower
above us, everything dripping with gold and crystal. Gray-veined marble
covers the floor, seamlessly flowing up mammoth columns.
"You guys went all out, didn't you?" I ask, my gaze snagging on the
mother-of-pearl elevator buttons.
"That's the bloody point, isn't it, Carebear?" Lach says, giving me a
lewd wink before pushing the button for the highest floor. Jack sets me
down once we leave the elevator, my feet sinking into the plush coral-
colored carpet. Lach opens the door to our room with a flourish, stepping
back to allow me to go through first. Before I can even step forward, I hear
a scuffle behind me, and then Cam's clean scent surrounds me as he tips me
into his arms and carries me over the threshold.
"Welcome to our home for the next couple of nights, little witch," he
says gruffly, his voice caressing my skin like cool silk. He sets me on my
feet, winding his arms around my torso as I look around the room in awe.
On the wall across from us, windows stretch floor to ceiling, a sweeping
view of Edinburgh castle squeezing the breath from my lungs. I can only
imagine how majestic it must look at twilight with the city's twinkling lights
below. The largest bed I've ever seen is to our right – easily twice the size of
a standard king bed. It's piled high with fluffy blankets and pillows.
Cam looks down at me, his eyes sparkling when he sees how badly I
want to jump on it. "Just do it, Charlie," he chuckles.
I run and launch myself on the bed, twisting in mid-air and landing on
my back. I almost jump out of my skin when I see myself staring down
from the ceiling. "Why is there a mirror on the ceiling?" I ask suspiciously.
"Between the bed and the mirror, one would think this room is used for
orgies."
"I'm sure it's seen its fair share," Lach says, biting his lip to keep the
smile from his lips.
"Either way, it's nice that they have a bed that will fit all of us," I smile,
patting the bed so they'll join me. Lach and Cam sit next to me, shrugging
out of their layers and pulling off their shoes. Jack doesn't move an inch, he
just shoves his hands in his pockets and stares at me.
"Come on," I say, sitting up and patting the bed beside me.
"No."
I raise my eyebrow at him and hop off the bed, stalking toward him. I
grab his hand and pull him toward the balcony doors, determined to find
some privacy, so he'll tell me what's wrong. We step outside, and the second
the door closes behind us, Jack's fingers hook in the waistband of my skirt,
and he pulls me roughly against him. I brace my hands on his arms, his
muscles rippling under my fingers.
"What's wrong?" I ask him, leaning back so I can look at him.
"What's wrong?" he scoffs, "What's wrong is I'm half a second away
from bending you over the railing and fucking you until I don't know where
I end and you begin," he says roughly. "I can't be near you without touching
you, and I can't touch you without touching things I shouldn't be touching
right now." He slides his palm over my ass and squeezes.
"Then let's skip dinner."
"I'm not ruining the rest of the day because I can't control myself,
Charlotte."
"You won't be ruining anything. Unless you plan on eating dinner off
my naked body while the entire restaurant watches, I would much rather
stay in the room and be thoroughly fucked."
"Is that what you want? To be watched?" he asks quietly, spinning me
around and sliding his hands down my arms, his hands covering mine as he
places them on the railing. I look down at the people walking on the street
below us, a thrill racing over my skin.
"Maybe?" I whisper.
"Should I push your skirt up, pull your panties to the side and fuck you
right here?" I moan as he rolls his hips against me. "I love learning new
things about you," he says roughly, his lips against my ear. "How about a
bath and a quick nap instead?"
"Who said anything about a nap?" I protest as he leads me inside,
stopping at a clawfoot tub set into an alcove. Jack doesn't answer, instead
turning on the water and watching me through the billowing steam.
"Arms up," Cam says from behind me, kissing the skin between my
neck and shoulder. He peels off my top and then unhooks my bra. Placing a
finger at the top of my neck, he slowly runs it down my spine, his breath
hitching. "This isn't a race, Charlie," he murmurs as he unzips my skirt.
"It's a marathon. If we all want to reach the end together – without
injuries – we need to take it slow." He pushes my skirt off my hips and turns
me around, the hunger in his gaze speaking to something feral deep inside
me. I unbutton his shirt and slide my hands inside the fabric, desperate to
feel his skin on mine. He drops to his knees in front of me, eases my
underwear over my hips, and helps me step out of them. His jaw flexes as
he looks up at me, struggling to control himself. He gives in and grabs my
thighs, pulling me toward him. My body spasms as his tongue slide over my
clit in one long, languid stroke.
"Fuck," I gasp, pushing my fingers into his hair.
"His mouth is magic, isn't it?" Lach whispers as he walks up behind me.
He cups my breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers. Tracing a finger
over my ass, he follows the curve to my pussy, pushing a finger inside me. I
sag against Lach as my muscles give up under the punishing onslaught of
their attention. When Cam feels my thighs start to spasm, he pulls away, a
tortured look on his face.
"Please," I beg.
"Not until tonight," Cam says softly, watching Lach lift me into the
bathtub. Cam sits at my head, coaxing me back until only my face is out of
the water. He wets it thoroughly and then helps me sit up before pouring
shampoo into his palm and massaging it into my scalp. Lach sinks to his
knees to my left, and Jack sits on the edge of the tub and rubs my feet, all
three of them pampering me like a goddess.
The attention makes me uncomfortable at first. My body knows how to
handle sexual touch, but this? The intimacy is overwhelming. Sensual. I
steady my breathing, forcing myself to relax and enjoy their ministrations.
Jack pulls one of my legs out of the water and opens a tub of salt scrub,
carefully scrubbing one leg before starting on the other. Lach massages my
left arm first, then moves to the other side of the tub and massages my right
arm, then presses his fingers into my chest muscles until my nipples beg for
his touch. Cam leaves for a second and returns with a cup, filling it with
fresh water and carefully pouring it over my hair. Once he finishes rinsing
out the shampoo, he pulls the stopper out and drains the soapy water.
"We'll fill it again, don't worry," he laughs when he sees the look on my
face as goosebumps pebble my skin. As the last of the water swirls down
the drain, Cam motions to Lach to turn on the water. Lach's gaze snags on
my puckered nipples as he reaches over, cranking one of the handles
without looking.
"Fuck!" I shriek, arching away from the freezing water.
"That's the cold water, you idiot," Cam laughs, covering Lach's hand as
he turns the water off. Cam cranks the hot water, smirking at Lach's
inability to move his gaze from my body.
Jack stands suddenly, looking down at me with dark eyes. "You have
never looked more like a selkie, mo chridhe." His throat bobs. "Legend says
fishermen used to steal the selkie skins so their women couldn't disappear
back into the ocean," he murmurs, his voice sliding over me like velvet.
"Would you do that?" I ask him, my body humming beneath his gaze.
"Do you want the pretty answer or the real answer?"
"Real," I say without hesitation, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
"I would lock it up in a chest with a thousand chains and drop it into the
deepest part of the ocean."
"What if I wanted to go home?"
"I would tell you where the chest is, and you would dive for it," he says,
crossing his arms.
"And then what?"
"I would help you."
"But you'd drown."
"Anything for you." He flips the switch on the towel warmer hanging on
the wall and stalks away from us without another word.
"Is he saying he'd rather die than lose me?" I ask, turning to Lach, my
heart in my throat.
"I think we all would if I'm being completely honest," he shrugs. I tuck
that knowledge away to examine later.
I hear the shower turn on and have a hard time keeping my mind off the
mental image of Jack's large soapy hand sliding up and down that magic
cock of his.
Cam pulls my hair outside the tub and gently dries it with the towel
before combing it with his fingers.
"I didn't make it awkward by proposing to you, did I?" I ask, the
question falling from my lips without my permission. He stands and moves
to the side of the tub, his ring flashing in the light as he grips the side and
eases back down on his knees.
"Not even the tiniest bit. When I returned to find you and found out I
would have to share you, I wasn't sure I would be strong enough. I couldn't
rip you away from Lach and Jack to start over again – plus, I don't think
you would have been happy.
"Are you happy?" I ask him, his words breaking my heart more than a
little bit.
"There isn't a word to describe how I feel, Charlie. I'm more than happy.
When the four of us are together, it's like coming home. I feel complete."
He flicks water at me to break the tension and then yelps and jumps away as
I send a wave of water back.
"Will one of you hand me a towel?" I ask, rivulets of water streaming
down my body as I push to my feet, steam billowing from my body. Both of
them exhale sharply, reaching for me, trapping me between them as they
lean over the side of the tub. Lach grips my chin and pulls my mouth to his
while Cam kisses my neck, his hands skating down my body. Jack chooses
that moment to burst out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped tightly
around his waist that does absolutely nothing to hide his raging hard-on.
"Why don't you two go take a shower? I'll get Charlie dried off." He
tugs a towel from the rack and stalks toward me, lust radiating from him in
waves. Cam and Lach leave me with a kiss on the cheek, and then Jack
wraps me in a towel and lifts me out of the bathtub. He walks to the bed and
throws me down, the towel opening and presenting me to him like a
goddamn present. His gaze travels down my body, stopping between my
legs. I open for him, desperate for anything he'll give me. I'll never forget
how he looks at me at this moment, his jaw flexing, nostrils flaring, the way
his eyes darken, and that predatory grace and quietness that seems to settle
over his shoulder like a mantle.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Charlotte," he rasps, palming my
thighs and pushing them wider.
"I hope so," I breathe, slipping from his grip, turning over to my
stomach, and pushing my ass in the air. He grips my cheeks, spreading them
wide as he slides a finger down my crack, brushing the sensitive area
around my asshole.
"Stop teasing me," he growls.
"Or what? Your control will snap, and you'll finally fuck my ass?" He
makes a strangled sound, his beard scratching against sensitive skin as he
leans his forehead against my lower back.
"God, I'm not strong enough for this," he says, his voice raw.
"Go ask them," I beg, my body buzzing with need.
"If I start, I won't be able to stop. It'll ruin our dinner plans."
"Go ask them," I say again, the last word ending with a sob.
He walks toward the bathroom, and I hear him murmuring something,
then the dulcet tones of Lach's voice, then Cam's. I look back at Jack as he
digs a bottle of lube out of his bag, millions of butterflies going haywire in
my stomach. He's so goddamn beautiful.
"Don't fucking move," he commands when he sees me start to turn over.
He drops the lube on the bed and pulls my hips up roughly, kneading my
cheeks. "You want me to sink my cock into that virgin ass and have the best
goddamn orgasm of my life while I watch your pretty pink pussy stretching
for them? Is that what you want?"
He doesn't wait for my answer before spreading me wide and licking
from my clit to my asshole, making me scream.
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ack hooks an arm under my leg and flips me over on my back, hunger
burning in his eyes.
"This is my final warning," he says, dragging his hands down my
body and pushing my knees flat on the bed.
"Fuck me," I demand, arching my back as he sweeps his thumbs along
the crease of my thighs.
"You're sure you want to miss out on a Michelin-star restaurant?"
"I'm not missing out on anything when I have all I could ever want to
eat right here in this hotel room," I say, gasping as he traps my clit with his
thumbs and rolls it between his fingers. He walks over to the side of the bed
and grabs something from the nightstand drawer, tossing it to me.
"Pick what you want and we'll call down and have it brought up."
I glance at the menu, an icon on the lower right indicating a Michelin
star. "You mean we could have ordered room service this entire time?" I
groan. "We wasted so much time." I toss the menu back onto the bed.
"Since you guys have obviously been here before, why don't you order?"
Jack grumbles something under his breath and grabs the phone from the
nightstand, punching in a number. I roll off the bed and drop to my knees in
front of him just as someone picks up on the other end.
"Hello, I—" his throat bobs, his knuckles turning white as I fist his cock
and swirl my tongue around the head. His muscles tense as he reins himself
in, barely moving as he orders, his twitching abs the only sign that this
affects him. Grabbing the back of his thighs, I pull him forward, opening
my throat for him, swallowing him down until my lips press against the soft
skin of his torso. The phone drops next to me on the floor when I hum
around him, his other hand cradling my head as he fucks my mouth. I take a
greedy breath when he pulls out, holding it as he pushes back in until he
hits the back of my throat.
He runs his finger over my top lip, his gaze like molten lava. "Those
lips are going to be the death of me," he rasps, flexing his hips and burying
himself. He wipes under my eyes with the pad of his thumb, wiping away
the tears and then licking them off. Pulling out, he hauls me to my feet and
crushes his lips to mine. The kiss turns desperate quickly when he pulls my
leg around his waist and thrusts into me, both of us stumbling back into the
wall. I groan, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as I meet him thrust
for thrust.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough," he says, his breath fanning over my
ear, hiking my other leg up so he can go deeper. "It's like you were fucking
made for me." He walks us to the bed, laying me down and slowly pulls out
of me. He grabs my waist and flips me over smoothly, lifting my hips as
high as they'll go.
"You're not allowed to come until I say so. Do you understand?"
"I understand," I rasp, my entire body thrumming with anticipation.
"Good girl." He drops to his knees behind me, spreading me wide
before feathering his tongue over my clit. My entire body tenses when I feel
his nose press way too close to somewhere it shouldn’t be, but he fucks me
with his tongue and then moves up my crack and I stop caring. I push back
against him as he slides his tongue back and forth over that forbidden spot.
It feels so wrong and so fucking right at the same time.
"Jack!" I squeal, trying to twist away from his grip as he pushes his
tongue against the ring of muscle. I moan, my body shuddering as sensation
overrides my embarrassment. He pushes in further and I bite the base of my
thumb, arching my back. I desperately want to reach between my legs, but I
know I'll explode the second I touch myself, so I keep my hands fisted in
the comforter.
He stands up and grabs the bottle of lube, pouring some directly onto
my ass. He anchors his fingers on my ass cheeks, using his thumbs to
spread the lube, massaging me until I'm squirming and pushing back into
his hands.
"Take a deep breath and relax your muscles," he says, slipping his
thumb in as I breathe out. He slides his thumb around the rim, stretching me
slowly. "Fuck," he groans, slipping his other thumb in and massaging the
muscle around and around. His breathing turns ragged as he steps closer,
pressing his cock against my thigh and rocking his hips back and forth.
"Jack—" I plead, not sure if I'm asking him to stop because I'm close or
to keep going so I can get there.
"I know, me too." He presses on my lower back, forcing me to lower my
hips. He fists his cock and slides it up and down my crack. "God," he
moans, "Please tell me I can fuck your ass now," he begs, his voice raw.
"Yes." The word isn't even all the way out of my mouth before I hear
the top of the lube bottle opening. He positions himself behind me, the head
of his cock nudging my ass. "You're in control," he says to me. "I'll only
push until the tip is in. When you're ready, you can rock back on me. I won't
thrust until you tell me to, okay?"
"Okay," I whisper. "Please, Jack," I beg, arching my back.
"Touch yourself," he says roughly, gripping his cock as he presses it
against that tight ring of muscle. I push myself up to get a hand underneath
me as he flexes his hips forward, stretching me. I roll my clit under my
fingers, rocking my hips forward and then back, slowly letting him in. He
doesn't move, only holds my hips as my body opens for him.
"Just a little more and the head will be in." He flexes his hips, pushing
until the widest part of his cock slips in, and I feel myself close around his
shaft. I whimper, squeezing around him as I adjust to his size. A strangled
groan rips from his throat, his hands spasming on my hips.
"Don't you dare do that again unless you're ready for me to fuck you,"
he wheezes, his cock flexing inside me. I whimper as I circle my fingers
over my clit again, pushing my hips forward and back. Over and over until
I'm fully seated on his cock. My entire world condenses to the feeling of
him filling me. Nothing else matters. I rock my hips forward a couple of
inches, rolling my clit under my fingers before pushing back, taking him all
the way in again. I squeeze my muscles around him, sliding along the entire
length of his shaft.
"God, Charlotte," he groans, his hands trembling. "Give me a second."
"You may as well get the first time over with," Lach chuckles from the
bathroom doorway, the towel wrapped around his waist doing absolutely
nothing to hide his fully erect cock. "You know you won't last more than
five seconds."
"Fuck," Jack says through gritted teeth. "This is not how I imagined this
would go."
"Is my ass going to be what finally breaks you?" I ask him, failing to
keep the smile off my lips.
"You found my kryptonite," he murmurs, laughter in his voice.
I feel the bed dip and look over to see Lach lying down, his head on a
pillow. "Come sit on my face, Carebear."
"But —"
"Go." Jack pulls out and slaps my ass to get me going. I crawl over to
Lach and climb on top of him, shrieking when he pulls me down to seal his
lips over my clit.
"Hold on to the headboard and push your hips back," Jack says,
straddling Lach's torso behind me.
Oh, God.
I angle my hips, offering myself to him. "Fuck me, Jack," I say, giving
him permission before he has to ask. He drags his cock over me, holding
himself in position as he pushes into me slowly. As Jack bottoms out, Lach
pulses his tongue over me, keeping my body relaxed.
I hear a moan and look back to see Cam standing at the end of the bed,
his cock in his hand. Jack follows my gaze and pulls back from me.
"Change of plans," he says, helping me climb off Lach's face. "Do you
think you're ready for all of us? If we don't let off some steam now, we
won't last long enough to fuck you the way we want to later."
"God, yes."
Cam prowls toward me, puts a knee on the edge of the bed, and palms
the base of my throat, pushing me back into the pillows as he stretches his
body over mine. He teases my clit with the head of his cock before
ramming into me, my back bowing as neglected nerve endings spark to life.
Lach tilts my chin toward him, biting my lower lip and drawing me into
a kiss that tastes like sex. "Flip her on top," he murmurs to Cam. "Jack
looks like he might die if he doesn't get his cock in her again." Cam rolls,
pulling me with him, and I collapse to his chest as he thrusts back into me.
Jack gets into position behind me, gripping my hips, his hands shaking
with need. "We'll start with two and then change positions once you're
comfortable," he says, his voice low and husky. "Are you ready?"
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press my cheek into Cam’s shoulder as I rock my clit over his pubic
bone. The bed dips as Jack climbs up behind me, rough hands sliding
over my hips as he positions himself. A low, strangled sound tears from
my throat as he slides the head of his cock over me, teasing me.
"Are you ready?" he asks, his deep brogue sliding over my skin like
silk.
"Yes," I moan. He holds his cock firmly in one hand as I push back
against him. A breath hisses from between his lips as he slides past the tight
ring of muscle.
"Fuck," I gasp, struggling to breathe, my body misfiring, signals
confused. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming. Jack gives me a second
to adjust and then slides in slowly, bottoming out with a groan. I whimper
as the need to come becomes all-consuming. I slide my body forward,
grinding my clit against Cam, and then push back. Jack meets me with a
solid thrust, his resulting moan sending goosebumps skittering over my
skin.
"God, I can feel your cock inside her," Cam rasps, his breath stuttering
as Jack thrusts again. Cam grasps my hips, pulling my body tightly to his as
he circles his hips underneath me. Running my fingers over his stubbled
jaw, I press my lips to his, our tongues tangling.
"Come with me, little witch," Cam whispers, his hooded gaze trapping
me and dragging me under. I whimper as they push into me simultaneously,
the three of us finding a rhythm and climbing together. I look up and meet
Lach’s dark gaze as my body explodes. My body grips them tight, their hips
stuttering against me as their worlds narrow to this one moment. We
collapse into a heap of slick skin, sweat-soaked hair, and gasping breaths.
Jack pulls out carefully, lying down next to Cam, his chest heaving.
Lach reaches for my waist, helping me roll off Cam. I land next to him, our
stunned gazes meeting in the mirror overhead. We burst out laughing,
grinning at each other like love-struck teenagers. Lach rolls off the bed and
grabs my ankles, pulling me toward him, not warning me before dropping
to his knees and eating me out like a starving man. My entire body flinches
when he sucks on my clit, the feeling riding the thin edge between pleasure
and pain.
"Lach, it’s too much," I gasp. "I don’t know if I can⁠—"
"Oh, you’re going to," he pants, pushing two fingers into me, crooking
them up to massage my g-spot. He continues the onslaught as he stands, his
dark gaze pinning me to the bed. A lock of hair falls over his forehead as he
leans over me, brushing his lips over the tops of my breasts before pulling a
nipple into his mouth. I writhe beneath him as my body starts to spasm
around his fingers. He pulls out and guides his cock into place, his jaw
flexing as he slams home. He rests his weight on his elbows on either side
of my head, cradling my face.
"Come with me," he whispers, smoothing tangled hair away from my
face. He circles his pelvis against mine, grinding against my clit, and then
thrusts again, angling his hips so the head of his cock hits my g-spot. I get
lost in the swirling blues and greens of his eyes as he expertly brings me to
the precipice. He tilts my chin up, forcing me to look in the mirror. I watch
the long lines of his back as he claims me, his muscles bunching as I slide
my fingers over him. One more thrust and he’s dragging me over the edge
with him, both of us tumbling into the abyss. His body tenses, hips
spasming, ass clenching as he spills into me. I dig my nails into his
shoulders as my orgasm rips through me, my entire body seizing.
We lay there gasping for breath until a knock on the door has us
scrambling up. Lach scoops me into his arms and carries me to the
bathroom while Cam and Jack shrug into thick, fluffy robes.
"We’ll let them deal with that while I get you cleaned up," Lach
murmurs, using his elbow to turn on the shower. He sets me on my feet,
lifting the lid of the toilet. "Pee," he demands, "I refuse to have the memory
of this weekend ruined by a UTI." I obey without complaint, then let him
lead me into the shower, my knees wobbling like a newborn deer’s. He
positions me under the stream of water, steam billowing between us,
making this feel like a fever dream.
"How are you feeling?" he asks softly, pulling my body against his.
"Maybe ask me that after I drink a gallon of water and eat something," I
say, chuckling.
"That good, eh?"
"All four of us next time, right?" I tip my head back to look up at him,
his gaze pulling me in. I run my fingers over his cheek, connecting the
freckles.
He nods. "I wanted to this time, but I would never forgive myself if I
hurt you."
"You won’t hurt me," I murmur, resting my cheek against his chest as
the water pummels my back. I relax in his arms as he slides soapy hands
over my body and gently splashes water between my legs. He turns the
shower off and wraps me in a fluffy towel, using another to squeeze the
water from my hair. We help each other into robes, and then I turn to the
mirror, carefully detangling my hair with my fingers. I study Lach, and he
looks back at me, the corner of his mouth pulling up.
"You look like you were just thoroughly fucked," he says roughly.
"And you look like a smug bastard," I shoot back, unable to keep the
smile off my lips.
His eyes darken, and he grabs my wrist, spinning me toward him. "I
may be a bastard, but I’ll never be smug when it comes to you," he says,
pressing his lips to mine.
Cam pokes his head in the door, a tenderness softening his eyes. "The
food is here when you two are ready," he says. He starts to leave but decides
against it, embracing us instead, kissing me thoroughly before turning to
Lach and drawing him into a passionate kiss. A thrill goes through me, and
suddenly I’m desperate to know what it would be like for the three of us to
make love. My pussy throbs painfully, and I break away from them, holding
up my hands.
"My body thinks it’s a good idea to fuck you both, but I need food,
drink, and a nap before the next round," I say, waving an imaginary white
flag. They laugh, taking one hand each and leading me to the balcony where
dishes covered in silver domes await us. Jack is lounging in a wrought-iron
chair, his hair mussed, half pulled back, the rest hanging around his face.
He’s wearing a robe like the rest of us, only his barely fits over his large
frame. Muscular thighs snag my attention, and I swallow hard, resisting the
urge to touch him. I sit on his lap so I can’t look at his body, immediately
realizing my mistake as he presses a hand against my stomach, spanning the
space between my hipbones as he pulls me against him.
"I ordered a little of everything," he says, slipping his hand inside my
robe, the heat of his fingers making my breath hitch. Lach piles a plate high
and sets it in front of me before serving himself. Jack picks up a slice of
steak and holds it to my lips, waiting for me to take a bite before finishing
it. Both of us groan as the flavors explode over our tongues.
"Watch it," he murmurs in my ear. "If you make that sound again, I’ll
have to take you into the bedroom and figure out how to make you do it
again."
"Maybe I only make that sound when I eat something I like," I murmur,
licking my lips.
"Mmm. Is that so?" He tightens his grip, flexing his hips against me, his
cock pressing into my back.
"Already?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him, trying to play off the desire
coursing through my body.
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ating that much was a horrible idea," I groan, sinking into my chair.
"E "How can you not when it tastes so fucking good?" Lach asks,
spooning up a bit of chocolate torte and holding it to my lips.
"Sex and full stomachs do not go together." My eyes roll back as the
chocolate explodes over my tongue.
"They're about to if you don't stop making sounds like that," Jack
grumbles, giving me a dirty look.
"Now would be a perfect time to tour the castle," Cam pipes in, pushing
his glasses up his nose. His hair falls over his forehead as he talks,
excitement shining in his eyes. "We can burn off the food while we take the
tour and then come back and..." he trails off, his gaze softening.
"Fuck like animals?" Lach finishes for him, grinning. His robe has
fallen open, revealing the light dusting of golden hair over his chest.
"Yes, that." Cam clears his throat, heat creeping up his cheeks. He licks
his lower lip and pulls it into his mouth without realizing what he's doing.
Lach and I stare at him, imagining all the dirty things that mouth can do,
and we lunge simultaneously, taking turns kissing him.
My forehead collides with Lach's cheek. "Fucking hell!" he splutters,
covering his cheek with his hand, his eyes wide. I try to keep in my laugh
but snort instead, the three of us dissolving into a fit of giggles.
The sound of dishes being cleared brings us back to the present, and we
all scramble to help Jack clear the table, sneaking morsels of food before
we can relinquish them back to the serving cart.
"We bought a dress for you; it was supposed to be for dinner tonight,"
Lach says as Jack pushes the cart into the hallway.
"And I ruined it for you." My heart falls.
"Wear it now!" Cam suggests, his eyes lighting up.
"To the castle?"
They both nod. "We can go out for drinks afterward," Lach says.
"We'll all dress up." Jack shrugs off his robe, my jaw dropping as I
watch him haul a suitcase onto the stand, thick muscles rippling with every
movement. Cam pushes a large box into my hands, stealing my attention
from Jack. I set it on the bed and pull the end of the black satin ribbon.
Easing off the top, I open the tissue to reveal a sleek black dress with
sweeping mesh panels.
"This is gorgeous," I breathe, lifting it from the box. I don't think I've
ever owned such an elegant dress. It has long sleeves and a high neck, but I
can tell by the placement of the panels that it will show a lot of skin. Jack
comes up behind me and slides my robe down my shoulders, the callouses
on his hands leaving a trail of goosebumps over my arms.
"This goes with it," he murmurs into my ear, handing me a small bag. I
pull a lacy black thong, matching garter belt, and thigh-high stockings from
the bag.
"No bra?"
"The dress doesn't allow for one," Lach grins. Jack pulls the robe away
from my body, sweeping his hands over my skin before kneeling behind me
and sliding the thong over my feet and up my legs. My nerve endings are
throbbing by the time the fabric brushes between my legs. Rough hands
slide from my ankles to my thighs, tugging the fabric out of the way before
dragging his thumb through my folds. He leans forward and bites my ass
before returning to his feet and fastening the garter belt around my waist.
"Sit," Cam murmurs, crouching to slide the stockings up my legs,
fastening them to the garter. My gaze collides with Lach's as Cam steps
away, the heat in his eyes unbearable. The corner of his mouth twitches as
he pushes off the wall and stalks toward me.
"Turn over," he says roughly.
"What?" I look up at him through my eyelashes, my pulse pounding in
my ears.
"Lay down and turn over." He helps me flip to my stomach and then
lifts my hips. I draw my knees under my body and arch my back, pushing
back and opening for him. "Holy fuck," he rasps, pulling at my thong and
watching as it tugs between my legs. He palms my ass, squeezing and
spreading, his groan lodging in my core. He slides his finger under the
string of my thong and follows it down until he's nudging at my swollen
clit. "Fuck, Charlie." He circles his finger over me, my entire body
shuddering.
"I bet it would only take one lick to get you there," he says, pressing his
face against me as he pulls the fabric to the side. I jerk under the feather-
light touch of his tongue, desperately pushing myself back on his face. He
pulls back, chuckling. "God, I love how responsive you are." He flips me
onto my back, pushing his pelvis between my legs as he leans over me. His
cock is pressing against the front of his pants, straining to be released. I
wrap my legs around him, locking him against me, riding my clit over the
head of his cock.
He laughs as he struggles to break free but is not fast enough. My
muscles tense, and the only thing I can think about is how badly I want his
cock buried inside me.
"Oh fuck, hang on," he says, seeing the desperation in my eyes. Pushing
to his knees, he fumbles with the button on his pants. He pulls my thong to
the side and plunges into me just as I start to come, my world exploding
into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations as he grinds against me,
keeping firm pressure on my clit.
"Fuck," I breathe as the tremors fade, my body melting into the bed.
"I thought you said sex and full stomachs don't mix?" Lach chuckles,
zipping back up and scooping me into his arms, carrying me to the
bathroom.
"They never have before. It's different with the three of you. Like my
body is primed and ready to go all the time."
"I know what you mean. I don't think there's been a single time I've
been around you when I'm not hard as a fucking rock. It's going to be a
problem if it continues."
"Why would it be a problem?"
"Because we're going to be working together, Carebear. I don't want to
greet my clients with a hard-on."
"Fair enough," I laugh. I grab my makeup bag, thankful that I brought
more than my usual Chapstick and mascara. Lach leaves me in the
bathroom as he goes to get dressed, and I make quick work of my makeup. I
slide the nude lip gloss over my lips, wondering who will be the first to rub
it off. One last swipe of mascara completes my smoky eye, and I walk back
into the bedroom to get dressed. I freeze as all three turn and look at me like
they want to fuck my brains out. All three of them are in suits. Jack is
wearing a deep caramel brown that accents the honey tones in his hair. Lach
is in a deep olive green that matches his eyes, and Cam's suit is the color of
the sky just after sunset. They're so goddamn beautiful.
"Get dressed," Jack growls, his gaze sweeping over my body as he
fastens his cufflinks.
"Yes, sir!" I salute him as I walk to the bed, unzipping the dress and
stepping into it. Cam comes up behind me, kissing my back before zipping
up the dress. I turn toward him, smoothing the dress over my hips. The
mesh reveals the bottom of my left breast and sweeps over my hip to
expose the dimples in my back before dropping down the side of my thigh.
"How does it look?"
Cam groans, adjusting himself before answering me. "You're so fucking
gorgeous, Charlie." He caresses my cheek, tilting my chin to meet his gaze.
"I'm jealous of every man that has the honor of laying eyes on you tonight."
Jack grips my elbow and spins me toward him before I can respond to
Cam. His whisky gaze rakes over me. "We better leave now, or you won't
be leaving this room 'till morning, Charlotte."
"Oh, yeah?" My grin falters as something dangerous flashes over his
face. He backs me up into the doorway, leaning over me, and plants a hand
on the frame.
"I'll fuck you against this doorway until you're screaming so loud they
can hear you in the lobby." He slides his hand over my hip and hikes my leg
up, pushing his pelvis against mine. I groan as he rolls his hips, turning to
putty in his hands.
"Enough," Lach says, reaching behind me and turning the doorknob,
watching with a smirk as Jack and I stumble into the hallway. He hands me
a pair of black strappy shoes with blinding red soles. "Come on. Let's go
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ach helps me into the shoes, carefully buckling the straps around my
ankles. He stands, threading his fingers through mine as we walk
down the hall to the elevator.
"It should be illegal for your ass to look that good," he groans, his
breath hot on my ear. "I want to press you against this wall and fuck you
right here." A shiver races down my spine, my body responding to his
words.
"Prove it."
He grabs my hand and presses it against the front of his pants, pushing
his cock against my palm.
"Stand down, soldier," I laugh, giving him a light squeeze before
stepping onto the elevator.
As we exit the lobby, a sleek black limousine pulls up in front of the
hotel. There's a dangerous charge to the air once we climb in and the driver
closes the door. Desire crackles between us, and I wonder if we'll even
make it out of the car when we pull to a stop. My heels click on the stout
drawbridge as we cross over the moat and enter through a portcullis. The
castle is even more impressive up close. An impenetrable fortress perched
on a long-dormant volcano.
Cam has an animated chat with the lady at the ticket desk and returns to
us with a grin.
"We have full access," he says excitedly, his eyes sparkling.
Lach groans. "Cam⁠—"
Cam holds his hands up. "I know! I'll only show you guys the best parts.
Just enough to walk the food off."
"I can't even pretend to be annoyed when you're so fucking cute," Lach
laughs. "Lead on, Dr. Cameron." I watch, fascinated, as Cam's eyes darken,
a little shiver shaking his shoulders. He pulls himself together quickly and
motions for us to follow him. I pay more attention to him than his words,
falling more in love with every story he tells us. He takes off his jacket and
rolls up his sleeves as we enter the Crown room, and I have to bite my lip to
keep from groaning. I must make a sound because he looks up slowly, our
gazes colliding and jolting my system.
"Are you doing okay?" he asks softly, pushing his hair off his forehead
even though it falls right back into place.
"Yep!" I cross my legs to stem my body's response to him. He raises his
eyebrow but doesn't push.
"This is The Stone of Destiny." He gestures toward a rectangular stone
nestled in a swath of black velvet. "This stone was used for centuries during
the inauguration of Scotland kings. Edward, the first of England, stole it in
the late 13th century. He built his throne around it, and it was used during
England's coronation ceremonies for hundreds of years. On Christmas day
in 1950, four students stole the stone, and its whereabouts were unknown
until it reappeared three months later, five hundred miles away at Arbroath
Abbey.
"That sounds like a movie," I say, wondering if the students were
courageous or maybe they just did it on a drunken lark.
"Are you ready for the last part of the tour?" Cam asks, his eyes
sparkling with mischief. "We're going down into the vaults."
"The what?" My heartbeat picks up.
"There's an entire underground city to explore beneath our feet. The
lady at the desk told me there's an event tonight. We can enter the vaults
through a passage here in the castle."
"How many ghosts do you think we'll see?" Lach asks nonchalantly.
"Ghosts?" I echo.
"Goddamnit, Lach." Cam shoots him a dirty look. "It's not haunted,"
Cam says, trying to placate me.
"Then why is it known as the most haunted place in Scotland?" Lach
asks, antagonizing us.
"It's not scary, Sassenach. Promise." Jack slides his hand over my lower
back and hooks it around my waist.
"You've been down there before?" I ask, looking up into his face.
"We all have." He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, tracing the shell of
my ear with his fingertip.
"And why were you down there, Jack?" Lach asks, his eyes dancing.
Jack clears his throat, looking guilty. "A ghost tour."
"There will be a bunch of people down there tonight, Charlie. It won't
be scary," Cam assures me, taking my hand and guiding me into the
hallway.
"Fine," I mutter, slightly ashamed about my overreaction. Cam leads us
down several flights of stairs, the last carved from stone, through a long
hallway that ends in a door that looks like it hasn't been opened in five
hundred years. He wrenches on the handle, the resulting groan of metal
sending a shiver down my back.
"This is the last set of stairs," he says, turning on his phone's flashlight
and illuminating rough rock steps. He takes my hand and helps me down
the uneven treads.
"I thought you said this wasn't going to be scary," I whisper, looking
around at the cobwebbed walls. I take a deep breath and look down the dark
passageway, blowing the air out slowly to calm my nerves. It doesn't help.
"We'll be through this part and into the lighted area in less than a
minute," Cam promises, pulling me along. Lach flanks my other side,
sweeping his hand down my back. I squeak when he grabs my ass, but it
quickly turns to a stifled moan as he hikes up my dress and runs his hand
over my bare bottom.
He fingers the strap holding up my stockings, snapping it against my leg
playfully. "I can't wait to feel those shoes digging into my ass later," he says
roughly, skimming his hand up the back of my thigh and pushing a finger
between my legs, sliding it over the fabric of my panties. My knees buckle,
his laugh echoing around us as he hauls me against his body, turning to
press me into the wall, kissing me senseless.
"What was that for?" I ask breathlessly once we continue walking, my
body buzzing from his touch.
"The ultimate distraction technique," he says with a smile, gesturing for
me to pass through the door Cameron had opened at the end of the hallway.
We enter a large cavern glowing with thousands of lights. A long bar is set
up on one side, a DJ booth on the other, and the rest of the space serves as a
dance floor. I still feel claustrophobic, but this is much better than the dark
tunnel.
Jack asks me what I want to drink, but I shake my head and pull all
three of them to the dancefloor. The music is pumping through my blood, a
feral, minimalist beat that calls to something deep inside me. I close my
eyes and sway to the music, letting it seep into my bones until it's part of
me. I wrap my hands around Cam's and Lach's necks as Jack circles my
waist with his hands, drawing my body against his. The guys close in, lips
on my neck, in my hair. Palms coasting over my waist, my ribs, fingers
brushing my ribs, the sides of my breasts. Cam slides his hand over my ass,
wedging a thigh between my legs as he pulls me against him.
"What spell did you cast tonight, little witch?" he murmurs, his mouth
against my ear. I roll my hips against his thigh, my mouth falling open as
desire grips me, its talons relentless until all I can think about is feeling
their skin on mine. Jack grabs my waist and turns me toward him, pulling
my arms up around his neck, sliding his hands from my wrists slowly,
dragging them over the sides of my breasts before settling on my waist.
"You look like you're ready to rip your dress off over your head and pull
us down to the floor," he chuckles, caressing my face and pulling at my
lower lip.
"I would say that's a fairly accurate observation." My fingers graze over
his neck, tracing his collarbone until he captures them and brings my hand
down to his cock, pressing against me with a groan.
"I need your hands on me, Sassenach."
"I think we should find somewhere a little more private," I say into his
ear, desire pumping through my body, rendering me incapable of rational
thought. I motion for them to follow me through what I assume is the door
to exit. A man stops us as we get to the door, his brow furrowed until he
takes Lach's ID. He seems to startle a bit, looking between Lach and the ID,
and then ushers us through. We enter into a softly lit cavern, the music here
slow and sensuous. There's a woman at a tall desk just inside the door, and
she stands, motioning us over.
"Are you observing or playing?" she asks, looking between the four of
us as she waits for an answer.
"Observing?" I say when we all seem equally confused. She snaps four
glowing magenta necklaces around our necks. We look at each other,
bewildered. We walk further into the room, our eyes adjusting slowly, and
then the four of us freeze in place, our eyes wide.
"This is a sex club!" Lach hisses, shock giving way to humor.
Oh, God. I look around me, the dim light making everything soft and
out of focus. There's a sleek, modern bar to our left, a long booth against the
far wall, various couches – most of them filled with couples – and a long
line of windows embedded into the wall on our right, most of them dark. I
walk toward one glowing softly from within, realizing what my eyes are
seeing halfway there. There's a room beyond the glass, a large bed in its
center. A man is splayed across it, his wrists and ankles tied to each corner.
He's breathing hard, his cock standing at attention as a woman approaches
him, a flogger in her hand. She's gorgeous. Long dark hair falls over her
bare shoulders in loose waves. A black mask hides most of her face, forcing
the focus to her blood-red lips. She smiles down at the man, slowly
dragging the flogger down the side of his face.
"It's your call, Sassenach," Jack breathes into my ear. "Do you want to
stay or go back to the hotel?" Strong hands grip my hips as he pulls me
against his body, his cock pressing into my back.
I watch the woman climb gracefully onto the bed, her breasts spilling
over her black corset. She stands over him, gliding the flogger over his
chest. She snaps it on his nipple, and I jerk, my eyes wide as the man
groans, arching his body. Jack pulls the hem of my dress up as we watch,
hooking his fingers under my thong, sliding easily in the moisture gathered
there.
"Fuck, Charlotte," he groans, circling my clit before pushing a finger
into me. I moan as I watch the woman drop to her knees, the man's cock
barely brushing her pussy. She cracks the flogger over his other nipple as
she impales herself, her head dropping back in ecstasy.
Holy fuck.
"Stay," I rasp. "Definitely stay."

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turn away from the window, my body throbbing, leaving the guys there
as I walk on shaky legs to the bar. I sink onto a bar stool, attempting to
wrestle back control. There are several other couples here, all in varying
states of undress. I look up to find Jack stalking toward me, danger
radiating from him in waves. His hair is falling around his face, his eyes
trained on me, burning with carnal desire. Rough hands push open my legs,
my skirt riding high on my hips as he steps between them.
"You're in dangerous territory, Sassenach," he growls, his gaze dropping
to where my breast is peeking through the mesh of my dress. He licks his
thumb and drags it over my nipple, rolling it under the pad of his finger
until I'm arching into his touch.
"Maybe I like danger," I rasp, wrapping my legs around him and pulling
him tight to my body. He rucks my dress up further, sweeping his hands
over my hips, holding me in place as he rolls his hips against mine. He
groans and bends over me, his lips coasting over the sensitive skin of my
neck. My gaze catches on a couple on the couch as they slowly sink into a
horizontal position. He pushes up her shirt, palming her a generous breast
and then sucking her dusky nipple into his mouth. Her back bows, lips
falling open, her low moan like gasoline on the fire. My core clenches as I
watch the man unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock while she fumbles
with her underwear, tossing it aside. She looks at me as he positions
himself, our eyes locking as he buries his cock inside her. Heat flares in my
cheeks, and I want to look away, but instead, I watch as her eyes roll back,
ecstasy taking over.
Fuck.
Jack drops to his knees, pulls my panties to the side, and looks up at me
through dark lashes as he slides his tongue over me. Oh, God. His hair is
silky against my fingers as I hold on for dear life. He rolls his flattened
tongue against my clit before sucking it into his mouth. Stars explode
behind my eyelids, my breaths coming in strangled pants.
"Miss?" Jack breaks away from my legs to spin me around, and I come
face to face with the bartender. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Whisky sour, please." Jack holds me still when I try to turn back to
him, his hands sweeping over my backside, kneading my ass.
"You have no idea how fucking sexy you are," he says, his voice low
and husky. He sweeps my hair over one shoulder and kisses my neck. His
breath tickles, making me shiver. He pulls my dress higher until it's
bunched around my waist, sliding his finger under my thong and pulling
gently, the fabric tugging at my clit.
I look up at him, my heart in my throat, a whimper on my lips.
"Don't look at me like that," he begs, his eyes dark.
"Like what?" I whisper.
"Like you want me to spread you out on this bar and feast on your pussy
until you scream." He snakes his hand around my waist, pushing his fingers
between my legs, rolling my clit beneath his fingers. Any reservations I
have about fucking in public disappear beneath his touch. He leans forward,
his lips against my ear. "Like you wouldn't say no if I told you I want to
fuck you in front of all these people." I rock against his fingers, leaning
back on his chest as he destroys me.
"Maybe I wouldn't," I breathe, my body humming, desire consuming
me. He grips my hips and pulls me to the back edge of the bar stool, tilting
my hips forward until I'm forced to lean on the bar for support. He slides a
hand underneath me from the back, pulling my thong aside, and drags his
finger through the moisture gathered there before slowly pushing inside.
My back bows as adrenaline courses through me. My eyes flutter open, and
I see Cam and Lach sitting at the opposite end of the bar, dark eyes
watching us.
"Can I fuck you, mo chridhe?" Jack asks roughly, his lips skating over
my jaw.
"Yes," I gasp. The need to feel him fill me overrides everything. I look
across the bar to find Lach's eyes still on me, his hand working out of sight
in Cam's lap. Cam's jaw is clenched, his head tilted back. He opens his eyes
suddenly, his gaze pinning me in place as Jack's cock nudges at my
entrance. He slams home with one hard thrust. Oh fuck.
"Whisky sour?" The bartender sets the drink down in front of me with a
wink. My smile feels more like a grimace as I thank him, my words getting
caught in my throat as Jack flexes inside me. As the bartender walks away, I
drop my head into my arm and Jack thrusts again. I bite the base of my
thumb to keep in a moan, but Jack grabs a handful of hair and tugs my head
up.
"I want to hear you, Charlotte." He thrusts again, grunting as he bottoms
out, my answering moan tearing out of me as my pussy clenches around
him.
"We should get a room," I hear Lach say from behind me, a desperate
edge to his voice.
"Don't want to stop," I say, my words stilted as Jack pushes in again.
"Would you rather go back to the hotel?" Cam asks, sinking onto the
stool next to me. He turns my head toward him, cupping my jaw and
dragging his thumb over my bottom lip.
"No," I gasp as Lach palms my breast, rolling my nipple between his
fingers. "Here." Fire consumes me, my vision losing focus as my body
surrenders. I'm vaguely aware of Lach speaking with the bartender as Jack's
slow, steady thrusts drive me mad.
I whimper as Jack pulls out, fixing my dress before Cam spins me
around and lifts me into his arms.
"Are you ready for this, little witch?" he asks, his smile tender.
"I was made for this."
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feel like I'm in a dream as Cam carries me through the club, Lach's easy
grin leading the way, Jack's dark gaze burning me alive as he follows
closely behind. We walk to the end of the bank of windows, turning the
corner to find a long hallway lit by red neon lights. Lach stops at the fourth
door, sliding the card over the lock. It flashes red.
"Fuck," Jack mutters, grimacing as he adjusts himself.
Lach tries again. Nothing. "Give me a second, I'll get a new key."
"No." I practically jump from Cam's arms to stop Lach, pressing my
palm against his chest. "It's a sign." I turn to face all three of them. "Will
one of you call the car around? We're going back to the hotel and doing this
properly."
Lach nods once and pulls his phone from the breast pocket of his jacket.
"The car will be here in ten." He grabs my wrist, spinning me to face him
and crowding me toward Cam. Long fingers sweep over my waist and settle
on my hips as Cam draws me back, sandwiching me between their hard
bodies. I reach out and grab Jack's belt and haul him to me. I need to feel all
three of them like I need to feel the sun's warmth after a long winter. I crave
them. The heat of Jack's hand sears the curve of my ass as he bends to kiss
the sensitive skin between my shoulder and neck, his beard sending tiny
sparks skittering over my skin. Lach watches me with dark eyes, his usual
easy humor replaced by a look of longing so intense that it pierces my soul.
I grasp his chin and pull his mouth down to mine. His kiss is a
desperate, all-consuming thing. His fingers tangle in my hair, drawing me
down into the depths with him. Cam circles my nipples, tracing his fingers
over me in a maddeningly slow spiral. I moan, pushing into his hands,
demanding more. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, causing my
nervous system to short-circuit. Breaking away from Lach, I let my head
fall against Cam's shoulder. Jack jerks my dress up, kneading my ass before
roughly pulling my hips toward him and sinking two fingers inside me.
Lach pulls one of my legs up, opening me wider.
"Do you like it when the three of us take care of you, Carebear?" Lach
murmurs against my ear, his hand cupping my throat. "I want to see what
you look like when you come with three cocks inside you."
A groan bubbles up my throat as Cam lazily drags his hand down my
stomach, taking his time before tugging my panties to the side, his fingers
sliding easily over me, the lightest touch making me jump.
"Open your eyes," Lach demands, gripping my chin and forcing me to
look at him. I get lost in the smokiness of his gaze, barely registering my
movements as I scramble at the front of his pants. I pull him out, our groans
melding together as I grip him tightly and pump my hand over him. Cam's
chin rests on my shoulder, watching me. Watching Lach.
Cam grasps Lach's cock with his free hand, guiding him between my
legs. He holds his pointer and middle finger on either side of my clit,
creating a V for Lach to slide through. Lach's jaw flexes as he rocks his
cock against me. I push back on Jack's hand as he thrust his fingers inside
me and then slide forward over Lach's cock, every nerve ending in my body
begging for release.
"I—" The buzzing of Lach's phone cuts me off.
"Fucking hell," Lach grinds out, pulsing the head of his cock over my
clit as he pulls his phone out. "The car is here." He cups my face, biting at
my lower lip before pushing his tongue into my mouth, taking everything I
have to give and promising to give me even more. He breaks away with a
groan, adjusting himself inside his pants and zipping back up. I bite my
cheek to keep in a smile as I watch the other two tuck their cocks into their
waistbands, wishing I could tease them.
Fuck it.
I turn to Cam, rucking up his shirt and kissing the smooth skin of his
abdomen before unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down until I can
swirl my tongue over him.
"Fuck," he stutters, his hips jerking as he grapples for control. I stand,
kissing him soundly before turning to Jack. I flatten my hand against his
chest, pushing him back against the wall, the flare of desire in his eyes
almost making me forget what I am doing. I push his shirt up, leaving a trail
of kisses over steely muscles, admiring the several inches of him sticking
above his waistband before sucking him into my mouth, pulsing my tongue
over his frenulum.
"Goddamnit, Charlotte," he groans, his hips reaching for me, his body
demanding more. He winds my hair around his hand, pulling me up, his
gaze freezing me in place. "You've ruined me," he rasps. "There isn't a
second of the day that goes by that I don't think about the way your eyes
roll back when I push my cock into you for the first time. Or the way you
bite your lip just before you come. That fierce, protective look in your eyes
when you feel we've been wronged. The light in your eyes when we're all
together. The way you trust us completely." My breath hitches as he slides
his hand from my hair to my neck, his thumb caressing the wild pulse at my
throat. "I am forever yours, mo chridhe." He crushes his lips to mine,
consuming me.
"I hate to break this up, but we need to get back to the hotel before we
consummate this relationship on the floor of a sex club," Lach says,
glancing at his phone.
Jack growl as he breaks the kiss, his hands trembling with restraint. He
scoops me into his arms. "Please tell me one of you know how to get the
fuck out of here," he demands. I whimper as he rolls my clit under the pad
of his thumb, my body losing in the fight for control.
Lach and Cam lead the way, stopping to ask for directions before
leading us up a set of stairs and out into the cool city air. I take deep
breaths, attempting to bank the inferno taking over my body. The steady
movement of Jack's thumb makes it impossible. I arch in his arms,
desperate to feel him inside me.
"What do you want, Charlotte?" He slides his thumb down, circling my
entrance.
"You can't give me what I want right now." My voice comes out low
and husky, sex dripping from every word.
The color of Jack's eyes deepens, ensnaring me as he pushes inside me,
stoking the flames.
"Fuck," I whimper, writhing in his arms. The car pulls up, and he sets
me on my feet, holding my gaze as he licks me from his thumb. Lach links
his fingers with mine, pulling me to the car and helping me in. If I had
thought the car ride earlier was charged, this one is absolutely electric. Jack
wastes no time kneeling between my legs and pushing my knees wide,
sucking my clit into his mouth in one long pull.
Oh fuck.
His tongue is relentless as I buck against him, his hands holding me
tight. He slides his hands under my ass to give himself better access, pulling
me up to his mouth, his tongue plunging into me before moving even lower.
"Jack!" My brain tells me he shouldn't be doing this, but God, my body
wants it.
"We're here," Lach murmurs. I scramble away from Jack, pulling my
dress down just before the driver opens the door. I climb out on wobbly
legs, my body humming. Cam slides his hand around my waist, supporting
me as we walk to the elevators.
"Are you doing okay?" His smile is crooked, tenderness in his eyes as
he looks down at me.
"I need to come," I say bluntly, cocking my eyebrow in a challenge I
hope he'll accept. The elevator door opens, and he crowds me inside,
pushing me against the back wall. He waits for the doors to close before
capturing my mouth, rocking his cock against my clit. My moan echoes off
the walls, surrounding us.
"Brace yourselves," Lach warns before hitting the emergency stop.
"Cover the camera?" he asks Jack as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his
cock. I whimper, watching as he strokes himself, desperate to taste the
pearly drop at the tip. I press my forehead against Cam's shoulder as I
fumble with his belt buckle, desire making my fingers unsteady. I pull him
out, hot and heavy in my palm. He groans, thrusting against me before
sliding his hands over my thighs and hiking me up, impaling me in one
smooth motion.
My cry turns to a silent scream as Lach grips my hip with one hand,
guiding his cock with the other, sliding his shaft snugly against Cam's,
stretching me. Lach gives me a couple of seconds to adjust and then thrusts
deep.
Cam's whimper sets off a chain reaction in my body, all of my muscles
tensing, squeezing around them. "So fucking tight," he gasps as they slide
against each other, taking turns filling me. The three of us race to the finish,
but instead of riding me to completion, the guys stop their thrusts as my
orgasm starts, flexing their hips, filling me completely as I explode around
them.
"Enough messing around," Jack says darkly, his eyes on me as he slams
the emergency button back in, the elevator going up as I come down. The
second Cam puts me back on my feet, Jack throws me over his shoulder and
strides out of the elevator, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"It's my fucking turn."

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hit the bed with a soft thud, the comforter fluffing around me. I watch
Jack in the mirror above me, broad shoulders heaving as he wrestles for
control, his eyes shining with a predatory gleam. A breath strangles me
as he sheds his jacket and rolls up his shirtsleeves, the veins in his hands
drawing my gaze as he loosens his tie. Fuck, this man does something to
me. Every nerve ending in my body hums with anticipation; heat and
electricity crackling between us like a summer thunderstorm.
"Touch me."
"Your wish is my command, mo chridhe." Jack's hands are gentle,
circling my ankles and sweeping up my calves, his touch reverent. He
opens my legs, kneeling between them, looking down at me like I hold the
key to the universe.
"Arms up," Cam murmurs, leaning over me to unzip my dress. Jack
slides his hands up my thighs, following the hem of my dress as Cam
slowly peels it off over my head. They groan as my breasts release from the
fabric, my nipples begging for attention. Jack stops Cam from pulling my
dress off, leaving my arms trapped above my head.
"I like this," Jack rumbles, sliding his finger underneath my garter belt.
"But this—" he tugs at my thong, the material pulling against my clit,
making me squirm, "—has to fucking go." He rips the flimsy material and
pulls it away from my body, tossing it to Lach, who has stationed himself at
the head of the bed. He holds my gaze as he brings it up to his nose, his
eyes darkening as he inhales, heat flooding between my legs in response.
"Eyes on me." I turn back to Jack, drinking in his whisky gaze. "Tell me
what you need." The roughness of his voice wraps around my nipples like a
silk thread, winding its way down my body to slip between my legs,
stringing me tight. I swallow hard as he massages my thighs, his callouses
scraping over sensitive skin, pushing my need to dizzying heights.
"Undress," I say, struggling to pull my arms out of the dress.
"Only if you stop trying to free yourself." He leans over me, his scent
invading my senses, one hand trapping my wrists, the other moving to my
hip, holding me still as his hard length presses against me. My entire world
shrinks to this moment – the only thing I can think about is the way the
head of his cock rolls over my clit with each slow thrust.
"I need you naked," I beg, my voice rough with desire. Jack rises to his
knees, our gazes locked while he unbuttons his shirt, his fingers moving so
slowly it takes everything in me not to rip the dress from my arms and tear
it from his body. I can almost feel his wide expanse of smooth skin beneath
my fingertips. Hard muscle trembling under my touch.
"Please," I rasp, consumed with the need to press my lips to his
stomach, breathe him in, and show him how he makes me feel.
His hands pause on the last button. "Tell me, Charlotte," he says again.
"I need to touch you," I half sob. "Taste you. Become part of you."
Jack nods to Cam, and he pulls the dress from my arms. I push myself
up, ripping the last button from his shirt as I hastily open it to reveal his
abdomen. I press my lips against him, nibbling a line down to his
waistband. I fumble clumsily with his belt, my fingers shaking with need.
He takes over, unbuckling and unbuttoning quickly. I unzip his pants
slowly, holding my breath as I pull his boxers down. His shaft is thick and
smooth, veins riding under his skin like underground rivers, and I want to
fucking drown. My fingers dig into his hip as I lick him from base to tip. He
hisses, pushing on my chin with his thumb until my mouth opens and he
can slide past my lips. I push myself forward, taking in all of him, choking
until he jerks back with a curse.
"Not tonight, Charlotte. Tonight is about you."
"Good. Now get back here, and let me taste you."
"No," he growls, picking up his tie from the floor. Before I can protest,
he wraps it around my thighs, expertly tying a knot. "Much better," he
chuckles, meeting my indignant stare with sparkling eyes. Without warning,
he picks me up by the waist and flips me over. I struggle in his grip, self-
conscious of how far my ass is sticking up in the air. "Do I need to tie your
hands behind your back, too?" Jack asks gruffly, holding me in place.
I freeze, my chest heaving, so fucking turned on I can barely breathe. I
can’t see Cam or Lach, but the heat of their gazes caressing my body.
Jack palms my ass, squeezing and spreading my cheeks, his breath
caressing my skin. He runs his tongue up the inside of one cheek, barely
grazing my asshole, and then down the other side. Dipping down to push
into my pussy, making me gasp before repeating the motions. On the next
pass, he swirls his tongue over my clit, giving it some attention before
sliding back up. I press back against him as his tongue slides over my ass,
desperately needing something I can’t put into words. He groans, spreading
me wider, feathering his tongue around and around before flattening it
against me.
"Jack," I beg.
"Tell me what you fucking want, Charlotte," he demands. "The truth
this time."
I bury my face in the bed, embarrassed.
I moan when he laps at me, squirming in his grip, pushing my ass back
as far as I can to get him to do what I want. What I need.
"Tell me."
Fuck. I cover my face with my hands, my cheeks burning. "Fuck me,
Jack."
"With what?" he grinds out, the roughness of his beard abrading
sensitive skin as he bites one of my ass cheeks.
"Your tongue," I whisper, barely able to hear the words myself.
"Where?" He demands, leaving no room for shyness.
"My ass." The moment the words are out of my mouth, his tongue slides
over me, pushing into me, his moan vibrating through my core. He swirls
his tongue around the tight ring of muscle, encouraging me to relax before
plunging in deeper.
Oh, God. Why does this feel so wrong and so fucking right? I whimper
as he pulls out, only to end in a guttural cry as he stretches me again, his
hand reaching around to my clit. He stops as soon as I start writhing against
him, leaning over me, his lips hot against my ear.
"Are you ready, Charlotte?"
"Yes," I moan. He slips the tie from my legs and climbs onto the bed,
sitting down with his back against the headboard. I approach him on my
hands and knees, so focused on getting his cock in my mouth that I don’t
expect it when he flips me over.
"Easy," he murmurs, his hands tight on my thighs, suspending me over
his cock. He flexes his hips, making his cock slip to the front of my body.
My clit rides over his shaft as he moves me against him, teasing me until I
can’t take it anymore. I grab him in my fist and impale myself, my pussy
squeezing around him.
My gaze locks with Cam’s as he practically launches himself toward
me, pushing my knees wide. He looks up at me through his eyelashes, his
pupils blown wide.
"You have bewitched me body and soul," he murmurs, his lips moving
over me, "and I love you, I love you, I love you." He slides his tongue over
me before greedily fastening his mouth over my clit.
"Oh, God," I gasp, burying my fingers in his curls, hanging on for dear
life. Jack lifts me from his cock, letting Cam take care of me while he
spreads lube over himself. He waits until I’m rocking my hips against
Cam’s mouth before dragging me up his body, holding his cock steady as it
nudges at my back entrance. Lach kneels on the bed, reaching around Cam
to push two fingers inside me. My entire body tremors as Jack’s cock slides
into me like he was made for me. I arch against him, my heels pushing into
the bed, a scream caught in my throat.
Lach pulls the pillows out from behind Jack until he’s lying flat on the
bed. I’m sprawled on top of him, his cock stretching my ass, enjoying his
curses every time I squeeze him.
"You two better hurry," I pant, chuckling as Jack's fingers press into my
hips when I lift up, letting him slide almost all the way out before sinking
back down onto him.
Cam hops off the bed, eyes on me as he sheds his clothes. Desire hoods
an impossibly blue gaze, his halo of curls mussed from my hands. My fallen
angel. He climbs back up as Lach finishes undressing, pressing my knees
wide with gentle hands, sliding his cock over my clit before pushing into
me with a low moan.
"Stop fucking squeezing," Jack begs, trying to hold me still as I raise
my hips to meet Cam’s thrusts.
I can feel my heartbeat pulsing through every nerve ending as Lach
climbs onto the bed. I've been waiting for this since the day he told me they
shared. He guides Cam forward, positioning his legs outside of Jack's hips.
Cam’s face is directly over mine, his gaze a wildfire of cerulean blue,
trapping me amidst the flames. I feel Lach slide the head of his cock over
where Cam and I are joined, desire pooling warm and heavy in my stomach.
"Are you ready, Charlie?" he asks, meeting my gaze above Cam'
shoulder. I nod, our eyes locking as he flexes his hips, the last link snapping
into place as he slides home. Cam's eyes roll back, his lip held tight
between his teeth.
Oh fuck. I can feel all three of them. Stretching me. Filling me.
Completing me.
I whimper, slowly rolling my hips, giving myself time to push through
the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Jack pushes his hand between Cam
and I, sliding his fingertip over my clit with the lightest touch.
"More," I gasp, covering his hand with mine, guiding him as I rock
against his fingers, their cocks shifting inside me as I move. Jack flexes his
hips, bottoming out as Cam and a Lach take turns thrusting.
"You’re doing so good, Charlotte," Jack groans against my ear, his deep
brogue shoving me closer to the edge. "Now come for us."
I don’t need to be told twice. All three of them push into me as the first
tremors start, filling me impossibly full. Cam’s curls brush my cheek as he
pulls a nipple into his mouth, moaning as I arch into him. Stars explode
behind my eyelids as I squeeze around their cocks, relishing their harsh
groans as I pull them over the edge with me.
"I'm—" coming my mind whispers, my body splintering into a million
tiny pieces, ecstasy tearing me limb from limb. They thrust as one and my
body spasms around them, claiming them as mine, dragging them down
into the depths where pain and pleasure become one. As we tip into the
abyss, Jack palms my neck, turning my face to his, capturing my lips as the
four of us plummet toward the unknown in a tangle of limbs and cacophony
of stuttered breaths and muttered prayers.

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ack carries me over to the tub, holding me against him as steam
surrounds us. He uses his teeth to remove the bottle's stopper and
empties the contents into the bath. I take it from him, turning it to read
the label. Cunny Recovery.
"Stop it," I say, laughing.
"Lorna made it just for you. She said it would help with the soreness."
"Does she have experience with stuff like this?" I test the water with my
toes and then gingerly step into the scalding water, sinking down with a
hiss.
"You could say that," he murmurs, color rising in his cheeks.
"What does that mean? I want to know what Lorna does that makes you
blush like that," I tease, watching with fascination as his color deepens even
more.
"She studies the female orgasm."
My jaw drops. "Wait. I thought she made body care products for a
living?"
Jack shakes his head, swirling his fingers over the water’s surface.
"That's just a hobby. She's been working on earning her doctorate for the
last year."
"A doctorate on orgasms?"
He grunts in affirmation, amber eyes warming, drawing me in as he
circles his thumb over my areola.
"Jack," I press, annoyed that he’s not forthcoming.
He clears his throat. "Ah. Well. She’s experimenting to determine if
pleasure can be increased through instruction." I raise my eyebrow, waiting
for him to continue. He blows out an exasperated breath. "She has a fancy
system to measure the strength of an orgasm. She measures the study
participants when they first sign on to the study to get a baseline and
then..." He trails off, his throat bobbing.
"Then what, Jack?"
"She holds sessions to teach them how to increase their pleasure."
"How does she teach them?" The visions flashing in my mind have heat
settling low in my stomach.
"With her hands. With toys."
"She does it to them?" My nipples tighten. "Fuck."
"Exactly." He motions for me to move forward and lowers himself
behind me, pulling my back to his chest, cursing at the temperature of the
water.
Lach crouches at the foot of the tub, his skin golden in the low light.
"You did so fucking good, Carebear." He grins, his eyes sparkling, joy
vibrating in every cell of his body. "I hope we lived up to your
expectations."
"It was better than I ever could have imagined." I snuggle into Jack,
letting my head rest against his shoulder. "Even if we had completely
screwed up the first time, we have a lifetime to get it right."
"Yes, we do," Jack answers, nuzzling my neck. "I'll gladly spend my
days finding new ways to make you come."
I turn in his arms, grabbing Lach's hand and pulling him to the other end
of the tub. I straddle Jack, careful not to slosh water over the side. "And I'll
find new ways to make you lose control," I murmur, lightly scraping my
nails over his shoulders and chest, flicking my thumbs over his nipples.
"God, Charlotte," he groans, flexing into me, his head dropping to the
tub's edge. I hold Lach's gaze as I drag my lips over Jack’s nipple, teasing
him until he's pushing up to meet my mouth.
"Don't fucking play," Jack rasps, his hand tightening in my hair.
Swiping my tongue over him, I swirl it around before drawing him into my
mouth. I roll my hips against the hardening length between us, gasping
when my clit catches on the ridge of the head of his cock. His hands move
to my waist, holding me still.
"You need time to recover, Charlotte," Jack says, tipping my chin up to
look at him.
"Do you really think your cock pressed between us like this makes me
want to do anything but fuck you again?" I rock against him, rising to my
knees and angling my hips so he's nudging at my entrance.
I close my eyes, the vision of the four of fucking in this tub taking hold
of me, strangling me until I can barely breathe from want.
"Cam, come here," I call, catching his gaze as he pushes up from the
bed. Sculpted muscles shift and flex as he walks toward me, his cock at half
mast, bobbing with every step. Based on previous experience, I had always
thought I didn’t like giving blowjobs, but fuck, I would give my left arm
just to have him in my mouth right now.
"Are you guys up to a little experimentation?" I ask, standing up, water
streaming down my body.
"You think we’ll say no to that?" Lach chuckles, standing. I pull Jack to
his feet and then grab his forearms, shuffling around until we've switched
positions. "Lach, sit where Jack was." He doesn't say a word, he just steps
into the tub and sinks into the water, his pupils blown wide, looking up at
me. I move between his legs and start to lower myself, but he palms the
back of my thighs, bringing my pussy to his mouth. My fingers dig into his
shoulders as he slides his tongue over me, possessing me. He doesn't let up
until my knees tremble, then slowly lowers me into the water, rising to meet
my hips with a solid thrust.
"Fuck," I groan, riding him, pulling his face to my breast. He gently
drags his teeth over my nipple before drawing me into his mouth. Jack
positions himself behind me, cursing the size of the tub. I release Lach,
leaning back and motioning for Cam to come closer. "Can you straddle the
tub between Lach and me?" I look up at him through my eyelashes as he
approaches, desperate for his taste on my tongue.
"Are you trying to kill me?" he asks roughly, one hand gripping Lach's
shoulder for support as he stretches his leg over the tub. He lowers himself,
his thighs spanning the tub, his cock right in front of my face. "I won't be
able to stay like this for—" His words end in a guttural groan as I grab his
ass and slide him past my lips, not stopping until he touches the back of my
throat. I can feel my heart beating in every cell of my body as I rock my
hips against Lach and swallow around Cam.
Jack has given up maneuvering into a position where he can claim me,
instead following my spine with his lips, tracing the curves of my body with
his fingertips. When his hand slips down over my ass, I push back into him,
encouraging him. Lach sinks into the water a little more, covering my hands
with his, spreading Cam wide. Desire floods my senses as Lach dips his
head to slide his tongue over Cam. Cam's whimper shoots straight to my
core. He flexes his hips, sinking into me, then slides out as he pushes back
onto Lach's tongue. I whimper around Cam's cock, and Jack answers with a
growl, his hand sliding between my legs. I choke on Cam as Jack circles my
clit, losing control of my body as pleasure consumes me.
"We need more room," Jack growls, biting my neck as he slides his
hand between my ass cheeks, making my back bow. "I need to be inside
you." He pushes a finger into me, his groan roaring through me like
wildfire.
"Everyone out," Lach pants, hauling himself higher in the tub. "Grab
your underwear and robes. We're going on a field trip."
Cam doesn’t move, cradling my face, muscles straining as he thrusts
one last time. "That mouth is going to be the death of me," he murmurs as
he slides out, wiping under my eyes with his thumbs. He kisses my
forehead and gingerly climbs off the tub, helping Lach and me out. I watch
as Lach's gaze drops to Cam's cock, the tip of his tongue coming out to wet
his bottom lip.
"I have to fucking taste you," Lach breathes, desperation edging his
words. He crashes to his knees and drags his tongue along the bottom of
Cam's cock. Jack slides a hand over my waist, pulling me against him, his
hand roaming lower as Lach closes his lips over Cam. Jack's fingers delve
into the curls between my legs as Cam grasps handfuls of Lach's hair,
thrusting deep. I whimper, and Cam's shattered gaze meets mine, both of us
falling apart. He thrusts again, and I know he's imagining sinking into my
pussy like I'm imagining his mouth on me. I moan as Jack pushes one thick
finger into me, my body convulsing around him. Lach pulls away from
Cam, his hair mussed.
"Fuck. Sorry." He scrubs his hands over his face. "Underwear and
robes."
Cam is frozen in time, his eyes on me, a stormy sea I would willingly
drown in. He drops to his knees and crawls to me, lithe power rippling
through his muscles. He kisses the tops of my feet, my ankles, my calves,
licking a path up the inside of my thighs. Jack moves his hand to leave me
open for Cam, pushing two fingers into me from the back.
"Is this what you want?" Cam asks softly, dragging his tongue over my
clit. My body jerks against him, my knees wobbling. "Use me, little witch,"
his voice vibrates against my clit, and I lose control. I slide my hands into
his hair, pulling him against me, riding his face like this is the last time I'll
ever feel his tongue on me.
A robe smacking me straight in the face brings me back to reality. Lach
returns my glare with a grin. "Trust me. It'll be worth it."
"It better fucking be," Jack growls, pulling his fingers out of me and
tracing my lips with one fingertip before licking them clean.
None of us say a word until we're in the elevator, the sexual current so
strong I can barely breathe. "Where are you taking us?" I finally ask, my
nails digging into my palm as I restrain myself from hitting the emergency
stop.
"The pool. I made a call while you and Jack were in the tub. We have it
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y hands are balled in the pockets of my robe, my nails leaving dark
crescents in my palm, determined to get down to the ground floor
without jumping all three of them. I breathe steadily, wrestling my
body back into my control.
"You think you're in control?" Jack's deep baritone slides through me
like whisky, settling deep and warm in my stomach.
"Yes," I grind out, raising my chin and glaring at him down the length
of my nose.
"You haven't been in control since the day we met, Charlotte." He
braces an elbow above me, trailing his other hand between my breasts and
over my stomach, chuckling when my breath hitches. "Are you in control
now?"
"Are you?" I tear open his robe, pull down his boxers, and have him
sliding past my lips before he has time to think.
"Bloody hell," he hisses, wrapping a hand in my hair and pulling me to
my feet, crushing his lips to mine. He pulls back, holding me tight, his
pupils blown wide. "This weekend is about you, remember? I have the rest
of my life to feel your throat squeeze around my cock as you struggle to
take every inch. Tonight I want to suffocate between your thighs, drown in
your orgasms." He slides his hand down my stomach, his finger sliding over
my clit before pushing deep inside, dragging his fingertip over my g-spot.
My knees buckle, his wicked chuckle making me shiver as he hauls me up
and tosses me over his shoulder.
"God, Charlie," Lach groans, his hands rough as he pushes my robe up,
kneading my inner thighs. He pulls my thong to the side and fits his mouth
to my pussy, dragging his tongue over my clit before pushing in deep. I
can't do anything but hang suspended while he eats me like I'm his last
meal. Licking, sucking, and biting until I'm sobbing his name. The elevator
dings, and Jack pushes Lach away, swinging me down so I'm cradled in his
arms before the door opens. He carries me down a short hallway, through a
door, and into the pool area. It's dark except for the ripples of light bathing
everything in an ethereal glow.
Jack sets me on my feet, and Cam pushes my robe off my shoulders,
depositing it with his own on a chair. He snags my hand, pulling me toward
the edge of the pool.
"Does this remind you of anything?"
My heart is in my throat as I lift his glasses from his face, carefully
setting them down so they won't get crushed, just like I did on that special
day months ago. I meet his dark gaze, his blood calling to mine, desire
twisting her tendrils around us until we can barely breathe.
"Only one of the best days of my life," I whisper. My words end in a
shriek as he pulls me in. I push out of the water with a spluttering laugh that
quickly dies on my lips. Cam's hair is slicked back, his skin pale as
moonlight, the light from the pool reflecting in the depths of his midnight
eyes. His gaze trails over me, settling on nipples straining against the fabric
of my bra, desperate for his touch.
"Do you know what I couldn't stop thinking about that day?" he asks,
his throat bobbing as he closes the distance between us.
"What?" The edge of the pool bites against my back as he closes in.
"How you would taste." Hooking a finger into my bra, he pulls the cup
down, swirling his tongue over my nipple. "If we hadn't been interrupted, I
would have lifted you onto that rock—" he lifts me, setting me down on the
pool's edge. "— then I would have laid you back." He puts his hand behind
my head and gently lowers me. "Then," he whispers, pulling my lip into his
mouth, "I would've kissed my way down your body." I jerk under his touch
as his lips graze the sensitive skin over my ribs. "I would have stripped you
bare so I could look at you." He pulls my panties over my legs, pushing my
knees wide, the heat in his gaze burning me alive.
"And then what?" I ask, my voice low and husky, edged in desperation.
"Then I would have dipped my tongue into you just a little bit, dragging
it over your clit. He groans as my taste bursts over his tongue, sliding it
through my folds before flattening it against my clit. I whimper, my back
bowing.
He drags his teeth over my clit, chuckling against me as I wrap my legs
around him, trapping him. He says something, his words mumbled. I let my
knees fall open, my stomach clenching as his predatory gaze meets mine.
"Have you ever squirted with a cock in you?" He repeats, a wicked gleam in
his eyes.
I shake my head, my face heating.
"Do you want to?"
"Do you really think she'd say no to that?" Lach chuckles, popping out
of the water next to Cam. "Say yes, Carebear."
"Yes. Absolutely, yes.”
Jack lowers himself to the pool deck next to me, caressing my cheek.
"Close your eyes, mo chridhe. Focus." He covers my eyes with his hand,
plunging me into darkness.
Cam laps at me again, pushing a finger in deep, fucking me with it. I
circle my hips, dropping my knees open, arching into his touch. He crooks
his finger, rubbing my g-spot with firm pressure, moaning against my clit.
Fingers replace Cam's mouth, and I hear a breath shudder out of him,
imagining Lach's hand sliding over Cam's cock, firm fingers sliding over
silky steel, encouraging that first drop of come to bead at the tip. A whimper
slips between my lips as the pressure builds.
Cam notches the head of his cock at my entrance, pushing in slowly, his
finger still dragging me to dizzying heights with every pass. He grunts as he
bottoms out, fighting the animalistic urge to take me hard and fast. One
more thrust and the pressure becomes unbearable.
"Oh, God." I groan, praying to the gods that I'm not about to pee all
over them.
"You're doing so good, little witch," Cam rasps, holding me steady as he
fucks me, easing off as I get close.
"I'm—" Cam puts more pressure against my g-spot, and I lose the
ability to speak. A second later, his entire body shudders, his low moan
ripping through me. "What just happened?" I ask, the tension in Cam's body
not letting up.
"I'm fucking Cam with my finger," Lach says thickly, his hand
clenching on my knee every time he pushes into Cam.
"Jack, I want to see them." I shake his hand off my face. I meet Lach's
gaze. "Fuck him."
"Are you sure? I'm too close to hold back now."
"I'll take care of her when you two are finished," Jack says, stroking
himself.
"Let me take care of you," I beg, an overwhelming need to please him
grabbing me by the throat.
"Charlotte—"
"Please, Jack." I must sound broken because the stubbornness leaves his
face, desperation taking its place.
"I don't even know how in this position," he says, his voice ragged.
"Grab the pillows from the chairs and put them under my shoulders and
head,” I instruct. He helps me lift my body and slides the pillows under,
making sure I’m comfortable. "Now kneel with your knees on either side of
my shoulders. Lach, you're good fucking Cameron?” I ask. “I want all of us
to come together."
"Yeah, I'll manage," Lach winks, squeezing my leg before turning to
Cam and pulling him into a heated kiss.
Fuck.
Jack squats next to me, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. "Are
you sure, Charlotte?"
I let my love for him burn bright as I meet his gaze. "Positive." I take a
deep breath he settles over me, trying to steady myself. I feel the moment
Lach slides into Cam, his body seizing, his grip almost punishing. I
whimper in response, squeezing around Cam as he thrusts into me,
squeezing harder as he slams back onto Lach's cock.
Unable to wait any longer, I grip Jack's cock, urging him forward. I
swirl my tongue over his head, scraping my teeth over the ridge. I pull him
further toward me, forcing him to lean forward and support himself with his
hands. "Now fuck me."
He does. Oh my God, he does. He flexes his hips and sinks into me with
a groan. I grip his ass, encouraging him to push deeper. I moan around his
cock as Cam picks up speed, his finger pressing into my g-spot until I cry
out, raising my hips to meet his thrusts. Jack pulls out and slams back in,
pushing me back into the pillows, cutting off my air supply, and sharpening
my senses until I'm teetering on a knife point. I gag, and he pulls back,
apologizing.
"Don't fucking stop," I grind out, pulling him back to me and not
stopping until he's in my throat, my muscles squeezing around him. I reach
down, bucking against my fingers as I circle my clit. Lach bats my hand
away, taking my spot. Jack starts to pull back again, and I use his
momentum to push a dripping finger into him, pressing against his prostate.
His hips flex violently, and finally – finally – he loses control. One more
thrust and the building pressure becomes too much for my body to contain.
It's like a bomb hits us. Desperate guttural groans, hips and hands
scrambling to hold on to reality as we fracture into a million pieces. We
tumble in a relentless tsunami of ecstasy until we don't know up from down,
one body from another.
Jack pulls away first, murmuring apologies as he wipes at my ruined
makeup. Lach is next, pulling out of Cam and sinking underneath the water.
Cam doesn't move. He pulls me into a sitting position, his cock still
anchored inside me. "I was wrong," he pants, pushing sweat-soaked hair
from my face. "You were never a witch. You're a fucking goddess."

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wake up cocooned in warmth. Lach has me cradled against his body, his
hand splayed over my stomach. Cam's curls tickle my cheek, warm puffs
of air caressing my collarbone, his eyelashes fluttering as he dreams. I
carefully extricate myself from their embraces, sliding off the end of the
bed. They shift, the space between them disappearing. I can't help the smile
that pulls at my lips. I shrug on a robe and pad to the balcony, peeking
around the door. Jack's standing at the railing in only his boxers, his
knuckles turning white with the force of his grip.
"Everything okay?" I ask softly from the doorway.
He looks back at me, his gaze raw. Jaw ticking, he turns away, not
saying anything.
My heart drops. I duck under his arm, forcing him to look at me.
"What's wrong, Jack?"
He stands up straight, pushing me against the railing, trapping me. "Tell
me you'll never leave." He cradles my face between his hands. "Please,
Charlotte." My heart breaks from the desperation in his voice.
I have all three of them.
Cam and Lach have each other.
Jack only has me.
My stomach sours thinking about how I would feel if I were in his
position.
"I won't leave. I promise."
"Fuck," he says, the word coming out on a harsh exhale, his relief
palpable. He crushes his lips to mine, tracing my mouth with his tongue,
angling my head to take me deeper. Heat pools in my stomach, my entire
body tingling.
"I never want this to end," he says against my lips, pulling back to look
me in the eyes.
"It won't." I tug on his beard playfully. "I'm looking forward to the day
we're old and wrinkled, chasing each other through the hallways on our
motorized scooters."
His gaze softens. "You know that thing you said about climbing in my
skin?"
I nod.
"I understand now. I want to be inside you, and not just my cock. It's the
most bizarre feeling."
"Your cock is a good start," I tease, looking at him through my
eyelashes.
"That's not happening. You need a break."
"What I need," I rasp, running my hand slowly over his chest, "Is for
you to push me against the wall, wrap my legs around your waist, look me
in the eyes, and fuck me like you meant every word you just said."
"But you need⁠—"
"Don't tell me what I need." I slide my hand inside his boxers. He's so
fucking hard that it makes my body ache. He shudders as I drag my nails
over him, his hips flexing into my hand.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he says roughly, sliding his hands over
my ass, then down to my thighs, hoisting me into his arms and wrapping
my legs around his waist. His cock is trapped between our bodies as he
turns and walks to the wall. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks, pressing me
into the wall, sliding his cock through the moisture between my legs. I
moan my affirmation, my eyes fluttering closed as he pulses the head of his
cock over my clit.
"Look at me," he growls, his voice rough, demanding.
His golden eyes hold me captive, both of us trembling as he notches his
cock at my entrance. Slowly – so very slowly – he pushes into me. His jaw
flexes as he restrains himself from slamming home. My gaze loses focus.
"Stay with me," he murmurs, sinking into me, groaning as he bottoms
out. He positions himself so his pubic bone rides over my clit, destroying
me with long, slow thrusts. "Come for me, Charlie."
I freeze. "You called me Charlie."
The corner of his mouth pulls up, color rising in his cheeks. "I didn't
think you'd notice."
"Explain yourself."
"Now?"
I raise my eyebrow.
"When I started calling you Charlotte, I wanted more than friendship. I
didn't want to be friend-zoned. But now – now I want to be your friend.
Your lover. I want every part of you, and that includes Charlie." His lips
ghost over mine. "I can keep calling you Charlotte if that's what you want."
"No," I say, rolling my hips against him, "Say it again." I squeeze
around him.
"God, Charlie."
"Fuck," I whimper.
He captures my gaze and thrusts hard, catapulting me close to the edge.
His hips stutter as I clench around him, and he tries to hold back, but I can
see it in his eyes when he gives in. A low moan from inside stops us in our
tracks, mere seconds from teetering over the precipice. A husky 'fuck me'
has Jack pulling away from the wall and carrying me inside.
I'll never forget this moment. Lach is lying on his back, hands fisted in
the sheets, his head back, the long line of his neck exposed. Cam's knees are
on either side of Lach's hips, one hand pumping Lach's cock while he fucks
him with long, steady strokes.
A strangled sound tears its way from my throat, and Cam looks up,
grinning sheepishly. "We didn't want to interrupt, but now that you're here,
your pussy is better than my hand."
Jack slowly lowers me, his cock sliding out of me and along my clit
before I step away. I climb on the bed and start to straddle Lach, but Cam
stops me with a hand on my thigh.
"Turn around so Jack has room." I obey, turning myself to face
Cameron, slowly sinking onto Lach's cock. Jack grabs the lube from the
nightstand and climbs up behind me, straddling Lach's chest. God, this is
hot.
"Lach, are you okay down there?" I ask him, trying to look over my
shoulder at him.
"It's fucking perfect down here," he grins, winking at me. He holds one
finger up to Jack, "Give me some of that."
"For what?"
"If your ass is in my face, I may as well help you out a little. Or I could
use my tongue..." He wiggles his eyebrows lewdly.
Jack's eyes widen, his mouth opening and closing, no words coming
out.
"Oh, come on. A finger in the ass won't make you gay."
"Fucking hell. Fine. Finger only. No goddamn tongue, Lach."
"Yessir," he says, giving a mock salute, the lube nearly dripping in his
eye.
I'm so turned on that my entire body is trembling. I hold Cam's gaze as
Jack positions himself behind me. He has a firm grip on his cock as he
pushes forward, stretching me gradually until I relax enough for him to
slide in with a grunt.
"Your ass is so fucking perfect," he whispers, catching my earlobe in his
teeth.
Cam pulls out of Lach, lowering himself between my thighs, licking
from the base of Lach's cock to my clit, pulsing his tongue against me until
I'm close. He moves lower, licking where Lach and I are joined and then
sucking and biting Lach's scrotum until he's arching up, begging for more. I
nearly combust as I watch him notch his cock between Lach's cheeks,
slowly pushing in, their moans alone almost enough to make me come.
Cam's eyes are wild when he looks back up, desire burning bright in their
depths. He palms my throat and pulls me forward, crushing his lips against
mine in a scorching kiss. I hear Lach murmur something and then Jack's
groan. His head drops to my shoulder, his hips stuttering as he skates a
trembling hand over my stomach. I come before he can even make it down
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ll three of them see me wince as I swing my leg over Lach and slide
off the bed.
"I fucking knew you needed a break," Jack growls, scooping me
into his arms and striding toward the bathroom.
"Jack—"
"No. I'm taking care of you. Pee." He sets me on my feet by the toilet
and turns away to start the shower. I lean forward to keep my urine off the
tender bits, gingerly wiping afterward. Yes, I'm hurting, but it's the best kind
of hurt that reminds me exactly what we've been doing for the last twenty-
four hours. Jack pulls me into the shower, gently washing and conditioning
my hair before soaping me up. He rinses down quickly, refusing my help.
Then he's holding a towel out for me, sitting me on the toilet seat, and blow-
drying my hair. Cam comes in halfway through, sitting at my feet and
feeding me tiny bites of fruit and croissant.
Once my hair is dry, Cam carefully picks me up and walks me to the
bed, telling me to stay put while he showers. Jack is pulling on his boxers
when Lach barrels through the door, his arms laden with bags, balancing a
tray with four cups of coffee.
"Where were you?" I ask, looking at him with surprise.
"On a mission to make today as comfortable as possible," he says,
grinning as he hands me a coffee. He sets the others down and dumps the
contents of the first bag out on the bed. A heap of light gray cloud-like
material falls onto the bed. "One ultra-comfy lounge set," he says, wiggling
his eyebrows as he holds up the pieces. "Plus underwear that won't ride up.
He holds up a pair of boyshorts. "And lastly, a blanket." He pulls a gray-
blue plaid blanket from the bag and tosses it to me. My hands sink into its
softness, and I immediately cuddle into it.
"I was right," he says, sinking onto the bed beside me and caressing my
cheek.
"Right about what?"
"That it would match your eyes," he says softly, pressing a chaste kiss to
my forehead.
"Thank you, Lach," I whisper, emotion rising in my throat.
"I'll help you get dressed, and then we're heading out to find the art
store."
I drop the blanket and towel and then hop off the bed, feeling
significantly better after the shower. Lach holds the panties while I step into
them, sliding them up my legs and over my ass without so much as a pat or
pinch. Next is a comfortable bralette made of the same material as the
lounge set. Then baggy sweatpants and an oversized button-up that I decide
to leave open.
"Bloody hell, Lach," Jack mutters, tearing his gaze away from me to
glare at Lach.
"What?" He raises his hands in mock surrender.
"All that outfit makes me want to do is peel it off her in layers to see
what's underneath." Jack's jaw ticks as the heat of his gaze caresses me
from my head to my toes.
"You already know what's underneath," I counter
"And that right there is the fucking problem."
I bite my cheek to keep from smiling, pulling on my socks and shoes
before stepping into the steamy bathroom to check my hair. I pretend to be
fussing with it, but really I'm watching Cam dry off in the shower, jealous
of the droplets of water droplet sliding down his torso.
"What's this?" I ask, stepping up to him and wrapping my hand around
his cock. He groans, thrusting into my grip.
"I can't stop thinking about this morning."
"I can't either," I admit, stroking him.
"Absolutely not," Jack grumbles, pushing into the bathroom, his eyes
flashing. "Nothing sexual for twenty-four hours. You have to heal,
Charlotte."
"Twelve hours," I counter, my fingers crossed behind my back.
"I'll make you a deal. If the pain is completely gone in twelve hours,
we'll have the raunchiest sex you've ever had. If you show signs of even the
slightest twinge, we're waiting the full twenty-four hours."
"Deal." I hold out my hand for him to shake. He eyes Cam's cock, then
my hand. I take it as a sign that it doesn't gross him out when his hand
swallows mine in a firm shake.
I return to the room to find all three guys wearing color coordinated
sweatsuits. Cam's is midnight blue – relaxed fit joggers and a zip-up hoodie.
Jack's is a deep caramel, his pants almost indecent with how much they
show off, a relaxed-fit pull-over hoodie rounding out the look. Lach is in
gray-green – baggy joggers and an oversized hoodie. They look like models
from a high-end brand.
"You guys can't wear that," I moan, peeking at them from between my
fingers.
"Why not?" Lach asks, looking between them to find what's wrong. "I
figured we could all use some comfy clothes after the last twenty-four
hours. These seemed perfect."
"Perfect if you weren't planning on ever leaving the room, maybe."
"She thinks we're sexy. She wants to fuck us," Lach croons, doing a
little dance.
"God," Jack groans, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the door.
The elevator ride is slightly more bearable with the tension on the back
burner. Cam pulls up directions on his phone, and we walk through the
streets of Edinburgh. Light touches, shy smiles, pregnant pauses, and sultry
looks make it a day I'll never forget.
This city is so fucking beautiful. Weather-worn stone collides with
bright swaths of color, centuries-old buildings still in use like it isn't a
miracle they're still standing. I think I'm in love.
Cam motions to one of the storefronts, and my heart jumps. An array of
colorful paints and art supplies is laid out in the shop window, begging me
to buy them all. I can't help the excited squeal as I walk into the brightly lit
space, rows and rows of every type of art supply imaginable at the tip of my
fingertips.
"You guys may want to find another shop – I think I may be here a
while."
"And miss that grin on your face? I don't think so." Lach kisses both
corners of my mouth, making me smile even wider. This may be the best
day of my life.
I walk the rows slowly, starting at the front of the store and working my
way to the back. I pick up the colors of paint I need, a new calligraphy pen,
some colored inks, and new brushes, putting them all into the basket Jack is
carrying for me. As I round the last row, I realize the store is much bigger
than I initially thought. A row of windows divides us from an expansive
studio space, canvases set up on easels around the room. A sign on the door
reads Welcome to The Studio. Paint to your heart's content. Pay by the
canvas at the front of the store. It concludes with a list of canvas sizes and
prices.
"This is like the paint-your-own pottery places!" I grin, pulling open the
door and ushering the guys into the empty room.
"The what?" Jack grunts, looking entirely out of place.
"Never mind. Can we paint?" I ask, looking between them, batting my
lashes and giving my best puppy dog eyes. I'm met with a chorus of
protests.
"Just for a little bit?" I plead, prepared to fall onto my knees and beg if I
have to.
"God. How are we supposed to say no when you give us those eyes,
Sassenach?" Jack sinks into the seat at the closest canvas, setting the basket
at his feet. The other two take their places and look at me expectantly. The
silence is deafening.
"What are we supposed to paint?" Cam asks, twiddling a paintbrush in
his hand nervously.
"Would it be easier if I sketch something first?" I ask, hating that he
seems anxious.
"God, yes," Jack bursts out, the other two chorusing him.
I keep my smile to myself as I rifle through the available supplies,
sighing with relief when I find a stick of charcoal. I walk to Cam first,
sitting in his lap with my charcoal poised over the canvas.
"What'll it be?"
"The fairy pools."
"Mmmm. Good choice," I murmur, taking a second to think about the
composition before I start to draw. I sketch the landscape like we're looking
down at it from above, the highest point beginning at the left side of the
canvas and ending with Cam's truck parked in the bottom right corner. I
stand back, making sure it looks okay, then come back and draw little
movement lines at the corners of the vehicle, unable to hold back my snort
when Cam gasps with mock outrage.
"You're next," I say, still chuckling as I move to Lach's lap.
"I know what I'm going to paint, but I wanted you to sit in my lap
before I told you that." He grins, pressing his lips to my cheek. I huff and
stand, walking over to Jack. He pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms
around my waist.
"The stones, Sassenach."
"Which ones? By the castle or when we went on the picnic?" My cheeks
heat just thinking about that day.
"The ones by the castle. I want to look at it and remember the night I
found you again."
"You mean you don't want to paint when I realized I found you? I
probably looked like a startled pufferfish," I laugh, starting to sketch.
"You were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, mo chridhe. You
came in smelling like the summer air, your hair tousled, still in your
pajamas—madder than a goddamned badger. If Isla hadn't been ther—" He
stops, his hands tightening around me.
"What would you have done if she wasn't there?" I ask, biting my lip.
"I would have asked you for permission and then sat you on the counter
and fucked you until you knew you were mine and I was yours."
Fuck. "Things probably would have turned out a little differently if that
had happened," I murmur, adding the final touches to the sketch. I drew the
castle terrace to the right and the stones in the background. A large expanse
of grass stretches before them, littered with tiny hairpins, one of my
slippers, and Jack's lion mask.
"I think you have confidence in an ability that doesn't exist, Charlotte,"
he says, his brows drawing together as he studies the canvas.
"Just paint in blobs of color. It's easier than blending and looks
surprisingly good when hanging on a wall."
"If you say so," he mutters, pulling my shirt over my shoulder and
kissing my bare skin before releasing me.
I stand in front of my canvas, knowing precisely what I want to paint
but not sure if I have the courage. Fuck it. I swap the canvas on my easel for
a larger one and then start my sketch. This will be rudimentary at best since
we have time restraints, but I can always add the finishing touches later. It
takes me a few minutes to get a rough sketch down, and then I head to the
supply wall, grab a paint pallet and squeeze on the colors I need.
I start to walk behind the guys to see their progress but quickly alter my
course when they cry foul. I walk the long way around, settle myself into
my chair, and get to work. First, I cover everything with a sepia wash,
giving the canvas the golden tones I need, and then I start laying down the
paint little by little. I'm not even close to finishing when the guys' shuffling
and fidgeting pulls me out of the zone.
"The three of you sound like a herd of elephants. All of you are
finished?" They nod as one. "Can I see now?" They nod again, and I walk
to Cam, standing behind him to put a little distance between me and his
painting. The canvas is covered in a multitude of greens, crystal blue
waterfalls ending in frothy white, delicate purple heather dotting the
hillside.
"Look." He points to the car, and I see a tiny hand pressed against the
foggy window. I choke back a laugh. "Now that day is memorialized
forever," he grins, lifting my hand to his lips.
Lach motions for me to skip him and move on to Jack. Jack's painting is
a little more rudimentary, but there is no mistaking the feeling behind his
brushstrokes. It makes me wonder what we'll do against that rock during the
next party. I lick my lips, trying to keep the huskiness out of my voice when
I tell him how amazing it is.
"Thank you, Charlotte."
"Lach, are you ready to show me?" He nods, color blooming in his
cheeks. I keep my eyes on the ground until I'm standing directly behind
him, slowly lifting my gaze. "Fuck," I breathe, my core clenching. The
insides of my thighs frame the sides of the canvas, the slope of my belly in
the center. My back is arched, pebbled nipples atop the soft peaks of my
breasts. It's his view when he's eating me out. "Holy shit, Lach. How?"
"Art classes through high school and university. Drawing and painting
always came easy. I guess some of it stuck with me."
"We're hanging that in the fucking gallery," Jack says, clapping Lach on
the back.
"Let's see yours." Lach pushes away from his canvas, leading the way
over to mine.
"Before you guys look at it, just know that I still have to add a ton of
detail." I look at my painting, seeing all the imperfections, where the color
isn't quite right, where there's not enough highlight or shadow.
"Holy fucking hell," Lach rasps. "You're a goddamn genius with a
paintbrush."
His words wash through me, pride swelling in my heart. I look at the
canvas and try to see it through their eyes. I painted my favorite moment
from this morning. Cam and I are locked into a kiss, one of his hands
wrapped around my neck and the other gripping Lach's thigh. His muscles
are bunched, his ass flexed as he fucks Lach. Jack's head is against my
shoulder, his hand snaking over my stomach, only the tip of his cock inside
me as he pushes back onto Lach's thumb. Lach looks devastated, his head
thrown back in a world-shattering orgasm.
"I would love to live a day as a guy just to know how it would feel to
fuck someone while being fucked," I muse, looking away from the painting
before the throbbing between my legs starts.
"There are toys for that," Lach says, adjusting himself.
I raise my eyebrow. "To make me a guy?"
"No, but it'll give you a dick to fuck someone with."
"But I won't feel that."
"My sweet innocent lamb. I know where we're going next."
"Where?"
"We're going to see Ann Summers."
"Who's she?" I ask, Cam's smirk making me suspicious.
"Oh, just wait, Carebear. You'll love her."

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ith repeated assurances from the store clerk that nobody will see our
paintings, we head out in search of Ann Summers. I assume from
the previous conversation that she has something to do with sex. A
therapist, maybe? When I ask Lach for more information, he smiles and
tells me I'll see when we arrive. I push the mystery to the back of my mind,
instead focusing on the displays in the windows of the shops we're walking
past. I resist the urge to browse until we reach a tiny bookshop with crystals
burned into its wooden sign. Bells ring as we pull open the door and walk
into the dim interior. Sun shines through the windows, dust motes lazily
dancing through the rays. I take a deep breath. This has to be what heaven
smells like.
I browse for about twenty minutes, picking out several books and
bringing them to the resister. The woman takes the books from me, eyeing
me and the guys, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She's beautiful. Her
deep tawny skin glows against the purple of her headscarf. Layers of
ethereal clothing float around her as she moves, jewelry tinkling as she
works.
"Girl, I don't even need to do a reading to know you're the luckiest bitch
alive." She laughs and grabs my hand, flipping it over. Her fingertips tickle
as she traces the lines over my palm, her full lips pulling into a smile. "You
must have done something right in the last life. Enjoy it." She drops my
hand, and I shove it in my pocket, still feeling the tingle of her touch. "You
have something important in the near future." It's not a question.
I nod. "Several somethings."
"I wish you the best of luck." She hands me the bag, bowing her head
slightly before turning and disappearing behind a curtain.
"That was a little strange," I murmur once we're back outside.
"What books did you get?" Lach asks, steering us across the street.
"One on interior design, one on gardening in Scotland, and the third is
on the history of the Outer Hebrides."
"Taking your future job seriously, I see," Jack teases, his eyes soft.
"Speaking of that, we haven't talked about salary. I have a list of things
I'll need to buy, and it would be nice to know my budget."
"There are a lot of things we haven't talked about," he grumbles.
I ignore him and pull him into an ice cream shop, hoping the change of
scenery will make him forget his train of thought.
"What's your favorite flavor?" Jack asks, studying the cooler in front of
us.
"Wait!" Lach butts in, "Let's guess. The person that wins gets to
introduce Charlie to Ann."
"Bloody hell," Jack mutters, giving Lach a dirty look. He looks me up
and down, then back at the ice cream. "Strawberry."
"Cam?" Lach says, saving his guess for last.
"Hm. Butter pecan." He looks at me for approval, but I don't give
anything away.
"I'm guessing the flavors here are different from the flavors in the
States, so I'm going to guess which one you're going to order. Is that fair?"
Lach asks, looking around at all of us.
I'm starting to think Ann must be far more important than I realized if
he's putting this much thought into such a simple thing. Both guys nod,
giving him the go-ahead.
He squints at the tags, reading them through before guessing. "The
coffee toffee fudge brownie chunk."
"Ding ding ding!" I throw my arms around him and kiss the upturned
corner of his mouth.
"Wait a damn minute," Cam says, sliding his arms around us. "How did
you know that?"
Lach shakes his head. "Lucky guess."
"Nothing is luck with you," Jack objects, "I know you analyzed this just
as much as you do everything else. How'd you guess?"
"She likes being filled with lots of⁠—"
Cam coughs, drowning out Lach's words.
"So, I figured she'd like her ice cream filled with lots of stuff, too."
Motherfucker. "Did you just boil my daddy issues down to a flavor of
ice cream?" I ask, swatting him on the arm.
"Who said you have daddy issues?"
"Nobody. I kind of just assumed based on stereotypes, I guess."
"ADHD issues, maybe."
All of us look at him like he's on drugs.
He shrugs. "Three of us are just enough to drown out the chaos in your
head, aren't we?" He asks, tapping my temple with the tip of his finger.
Realization slowly dawns on me. I've never been able to focus on sex,
but I always thought it was because Rob was so selfish in bed. My thoughts
are cut off by the man behind the counter asking us for our order.
The cones are dripping before we even make it out of the store. We
collapse onto the nearest bench, frantically licking before it runs down onto
our hands.
"This isn't fucking helping anything." I watch the long strokes of their
tongues, desperately wishing my pussy was getting the same attention.
"Wish it was you?" A smile pulls at Jack's lips and I have to look away
as he drags his tongue around the cone.
"I thought you would be planning the wedding by now," he says out of
the blue, licking a drop of ice cream from his thumb.
I freeze, taken aback by the abrupt change of subject.
"I guess I don't understand how it will work when I can legally only
marry one of you."
"Which you need to do in case something happens," Lach chimes in.
"We want to make sure you're taken care of."
"And the other two?"
"We'll have a handfast ceremony, Sassenach. We don't need a priest to
tell us our bond is sacred. Hell, we don't even need a ceremony, but I've
been having visions of you in a wedding dress since the day we met, and
I'm not fucking giving that up."
"Let's finish this conversation over dinner tonight, Ann's waiting for us,"
Lach says, rising to his feet.
My pulse jumps. I'm not enjoying the surprise aspect of this – I would
much rather know what I'm getting myself into.
"Will you please at least give me a hint?" I plead.
Cam's attention snaps to me when he hears my anxiety laced words.
"There's absolutely nothing to worry about, little witch. I promise."
"I guess I'll just have to trust you," I say with defeat, standing and
licking off my fingers. "Let's go, then."
Despite Cam's assurance, I can't help how my heartbeat ramps up with
every block. The three of them pull me to a stop in front of a store with a
pink neon sign in the window. Ann Summers.
"It's a store? I thought it was a person this whole time! One of you could
have told me that!"
"Sorry, Carebear. I didn't want you looking it up and ruining the
surprise."
"What surprise?"
Jack pulls open the mirrored door, and I glance inside, my jaw
dropping.
"You brought me to a sex store?"
"Only the best sex store in the UK. Have you ever been to one?" Lach
asks.
I step backward out of the door. The sheer number of colorful packages
hanging on the walls is overwhelming, let alone the handful of people
browsing. "Never."
"No, you don't." He grabs my hand and laces our fingers together,
pulling me back through the doorway. "We've been using toys our entire
relationship. It's time you picked out some of your own."
"But people will see us," I whisper, my cheeks burning.
"We won't ever see any of these people again," he assures me, tipping
up my chin so I'm looking him in the eye. "Plus, everyone is shopping for
the same thing. I guarantee you there will be no weird looks or judgments
from anyone here."
"It's okay, Charlie. Even I've shopped here before." Cam gives me a
reassuring smile, sliding his hands up my arms to my shoulders, digging his
fingers into my tense muscles.
"Okay," I whisper, trusting them. "What exactly are we looking for?"
"Whatever your heart desires." Lach leads me over to the wall on our
left. Dildos, nipple clamps, cock rings, vibrators, anal beads, fleshlights. It's
all so fucking overwhelming.
"How do I know what I desire when I don't know what half of this stuff
is or whether I'd like it or not?" I ask, looking between them, praying to the
gods that one of them will take mercy on me and pick something they know
I'd like.
"I know what I want," Jack says gruffly, pulling a pair of leather
handcuffs from the wall.
"If you get to use those, then I get to use this," I smirk, picking up a
matching flogger with small strips of leather at the end.
"Mmm, you can use that on me anytime," Lach purrs, sliding his hand
up and down the shaft like he's jerking himself off.
"Lach!" I hiss, glancing around to make sure nobody is looking at us.
"They're way more concerned about the throbbing inside their pants
right now to care about what we're doing, Charlie."
Cam walks a few feet away and surprises me by snagging a set of hot
pink anal beads from the wall. "I cannot wait to see your face when I take
these out of you as you're coming," he rasps, biting his lip.
"Only if I get to do the same to you," I tease, my jaw dropping open
when I hear his husky 'yes, please.'
"I have a lot to learn, don't I?" I ignore the pulse that has taken up
residence between my legs.
"So fucking much," Jack answers, his gaze burning me alive.
"Do these feel good?" I ask, pointing to a fleshlight and then pulling it
down to get a closer look.
"Not as good as your throat." He palms my neck, squeezing gently.
I take two giant steps away from him. "You have got to stop that."
"Or what?"
"I'm not sure, but I'm thinking we'll find out if I can come without being
touched."
His gaze dips to the apex of my thighs and I clench them together,
desperate for relief.
"What about this?" Cam asks, holding up a tiny bright blue contraption.
"These little legs help it stay in place over your clit so hands can be used for
other things."
I take it from him, turning the box over to read the description. Secure
and comfortable fit even in adventurous positions. I'm not positive, but I
think the sex we have would be considered pretty adventurous.
"Sounds like a winner." We grab a few more things; a pretty jeweled
butt plug, a candle that melts into massage oil, and an industrial-sized bottle
of lube before Lach stops us in front of what he's been waiting to show me.
"What you said earlier – about wishing you could have Cam and I's
experience? This is how you do it." He slides a package off a hook and
hands it to me. A medium-sized dildo is attached to an egg-shaped
protrusion. "This part—" he points to the egg, "—goes inside you. There's a
vibe inside it and also in this little piece connecting it to the dildo, so you'd
have vibration on your g-spot and your clit."
My pussy clenches.
"And you would let me...?" I don't finish, too embarrassed to say the
words.
"Fuck, yes." Lach groans.
"How could we say no to that?" Cam asks. "I can already see your tits
jiggling with every thrust." He glances at his watch. "How many hours has
it been?"
"Not enough," Jack growls, drawing me away from them.
"Do we have everything we need?" He takes the package from me,
studying it with a raised eyebrow.
"I think so. Can we find some food after we leave here?" I'm famished."
My stomach growls on cue and the guys usher me to the counter so we can
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take several gulps of my beer the second the waitress sets it in front of
me. I know what's coming and need liquid fortification to get through it.
"That bad, eh?" Jack raises his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth
pulling up.
"What's bad?" Cam looks around the table at us, completely oblivious.
"Let's just get it over with. We can start with the wedding and then
discuss the trip to the States." The words tumble from my mouth, running
together.
"Ready." Lach holds up his phone, showing that he has the notes app
open, grinning like a fool.
"Why don't we start with our expectations for the wedding," I suggest.
"Cam, you first."
He looks like a deer caught in headlights but quickly recovers. "The
only thing I want is the four of us to say vows and have a handfast
ceremony. I don't care who we invite, where it is, or what we wear. We
could be naked for all I care."
"One point for naked vows." I pretend to add a mark to an imaginary
tally on my palm. "Lach?"
"Definitely naked. Preferably near a bed." I roll my eyes at him. He
reaches across the table and grabs my hand. "To be completely truthful, the
details don't matter to me either." His thumb sweeps over my wrist, making
my pulse flutter.
"It's going to be hard to plan something when nobody has an opinion."
"Oh, don't worry about that. If I know Jack, he's had this planned out
since the day he met you."
I turn to Jack and raise my eyebrows, waiting. "Well?"
"It should be on the back lawn overlooking the loch. There's enough
room for us to invite family and friends." He rubs his hands over his face,
his cheeks flushing. "I keep having a dream where I see you walking down
the aisle, petals under your feet, a crown of flowers on your head, your
gown floating around you." He swallows hard.
My heart swells in my chest. "That's what we'll do then. The next
question is when?"
They answer in unison: Autumn. Fall. October.
"A little over a year from now?" I ask, surprised they want to wait that
long.
"Fuck, no," Jack says vehemently. "This October."
I balk. "That's barely three months away. I'm not even divorced yet!"
"Which brings us to the elephant in the room," Lach says grimly.
"When's the court date?"
"Two weeks from now."
"Bloody hell, Charlie! When were you planning on telling us?"
"After this weekend?" I rub my palm over my sternum, trying to
dissipate the anxiety lodged in my chest.
"What's wrong?" Jack asks, picking up on my mood. He sweeps my hair
away from my face, caressing my cheek with the back of his finger.
"I'm worried Rob will be a complete asshole in court. I'm worried I'm
going to flub it up with my parents. I don't know how to be truthful about
us. They'll flip when they find out I'm with all three of you."
"What if we don't tell them? We can let them figure it out on their own,
and then the ball will be in their court."
"Do you think that'll work?"
"If you're not explicitly telling them, you're not opening up yourself for
immediate discussion. They'll have time to think about it before they say
anything." He licks his lips. "Yeah, they could still get angry, but I think the
chance of that happening will be less. Plus, they'll get to know us first."
"You say that like it's a good thing," Lach mutters, nervously shoving
his hand through his hair.
"So, what – we all traipse into my parents' house and pretend to be
friends?"
"Do you have a better idea?" Cam asks, looking at me like he hopes I
have an ace in the hole.
I bite my lip, thinking of how to make this a little more palatable to my
parents. "I can go a few days ahead of you guys and tell them you're coming
on holiday and to help me move."
"You're sure you want to tell them you're moving before we're there?"
Cam asks, worry in his eyes.
I take my time to think about it before answering. "I'm sure. Knowing
them, they would think I'm being forced somehow. They need to know it's a
decision I made alone, and that I'd still be moving even if the three of you
weren't in the picture."
"You would?" He pushes his glasses up his nose, looking at me in
surprise.
I nod. "This place is in my blood now. I can't imagine going back to
living in my parents' pool house. No job. No future. None of you." I look up
at them, my pulse quickening. I glance at my phone. Four hours to go until
the twelve-hour mark. Fuck.
We pause our conversation as the waitress sets bowls of piping hot stew
before us. It's quiet for several minutes as we dig in and drain our beers. I
look at my phone again. Three hours and fifty minutes left.
"Any ideas what we can do for the next four hours?" I ask.
"What's in four hours?" Cam looks up at me in a way that reminds me
of this morning, and desire blooms through my body. "Oh." He smirks,
biting his bottom lip. Goddamnit.
"Yeah, what's in four hours?" Lach teases, enjoying the heat creeping up
my cheeks.
"I'm serious," I grumble.
"A pub crawl on our way to an escape room," Jack says, downing the
last of his beer.
"You're fucking brilliant!" Lach gives Jack a mock bow, a grin plastered
on his face.
Two hours later, we're in the fourth pub, and I've lost count of how
many beers we've consumed. Much to the guys' delight, this pub has several
pool tables, and they're currently fighting over who gets to teach me how to
play. I have to break it up after the conversation has circled around for the
third time.
"You can all teach me," I interrupt. "Guess a number from one to one
hundred. Whoever is closest without going over can go first." They whisper
their guesses in my ear.
"Lach, you win."
"I fucking knew it," he laughs.
"Please tell me the number wasn't sixty-nine," Jack mutters, rolling his
eyes.
I just shrug, letting my grin do all the talking. I patiently wait as Lach
picks out two cue sticks, absently twisting my hair around my finger, doing
my best to look completely clueless. He shows me how to rack the balls and
then guides me to the opposite end of the table. Wrapping my right hand
around the base of the cue, he leans me over the table, positioning my other
hand on the opposite end of the stick. His breath skates over my neck,
making me shiver. He presses his body against me, demonstrating how to
slide the cue and keep it steady.
"This is a dangerous position, Carebear," he murmurs, pressing me
forward against the table until I can feel his cock nudging against my
backside. I whimper, biting my lip as I desperately try to rein myself in.
Taking a deep breath, I follow his guidance, purposely making a sloppy hit
and watching several balls scatter. Jack slides the cue away from us,
crowding Lach out.
"In a normal game, you would claim which balls you want," he
explains.
"All of them?"
He barks out a laugh, his eyes crinkling. "You have to pick, mo chridhe.
Stripes or solids?" I study the balls and then point to the solids. He
acknowledges my choice and hands me my cue, walking around the table to
grab the other one. "Do you want this to be a regular game? Or just
practice?"
"May as well make it a regular game."
He nods. "I'll take my turn, and then I can help you if you need it." He
makes his shot, the sharp crack startling me as it slams into the pocket.
"Now you try." I position myself, my hands nowhere near where Lach
showed me on the last hit. "Can I help?" he asks, looking tortured. I nod,
biting my cheek to keep in my smile. He walks up behind me, dwarfing me
as he puts his hands over mine, sliding them to the correct position. I lean
back against him, breathing him in. "I'm thinking we need a pool table at
the castle," he murmurs as we bend over the table.
"Why is that?" I ask, feigning ignorance, but my voice comes out husky,
revealing what's on my mind.
He pulls the cue from my hands, dropping it on the table before
spinning me around. "So I can fuck you on it." I go boneless as his thigh
notches between my legs. He slides his hand up my back, supporting me as
he bends us over the table. "Please tell me you're not still hurting," he
whispers, sliding his nose against mine, our lips a hairsbreadth apart.
"The pain has been gone since before we got ice cream." I smile at the
relief in his eyes, pulling him into a kiss. I jerk when a ball crashes into the
pocket next to my shoulder.
Cam raises his eyebrows at us. "Are we going to play sometime
tonight?" He keeps a straight face, but I don't miss the slight crinkle of his
eyes or the smoothing of his forehead.
"Don't be a party pooper," I tease, extricating myself from Jack. I rack
the balls and slide them into position. "One quick game, and then we should
probably head to the escape room."
"Why have you been pretending you can't play?" Cam whispers, picking
out his cue as I chalk the end of mine.
"How do you know I'm pretending?"
"It's my job to notice obscure details, Charlie. Like the fact that you just
racked those balls like a pro, and now you're chalking your stick without
anyone telling you to do it."
Oops. "Don't rat me out," I hiss, handing him the chalk.
"I'm on Charlie's team," he calls out, giving me an exaggerated wink.
I swig the rest of my beer, my belly pleasantly warm. The light in here
is dim, making everything hazy and muted. The guys look like models as
they pick out their cues, their sweatsuits hugging areas of their bodies in a
way that makes it impossible not to look.
A little less than two hours left.
"Who wants to break?" Lach asks.
"I will," I offer sweetly, sidling up to the table. I pause, sliding my hand
up and down the cue, aiming for as much distraction as possible.
"Fucking hell, Charlotte. Take the damn shot." Jack covers my hand
with his, squeezing it around the shaft. I shoo him away and bend over the
table, lining up my shot, letting it rip, and pocketing two balls.
I glance over at Lach, biting my lip to keep in my grin. His mouth is
hanging open like a fish, his eyebrows almost up to his hairline. Jack raises
one eyebrow, the muscle in his jaw twitching. He's already figured me out.
"Solids," I say blithely, walking around the table to line up my next
shot. Three balls later, I'm out of options, so I do my best to block their best
chance at a shot.
"This is either beginner's luck or you pulled a fast one on us," Lach
mutters as he walks in front of me, studying the table.
"I guess you'll never know." I smirk, biting my lip.
"Fess up," Jack grumbles, wincing when Lach misses his shot.
"I got sick of spending hours in bars watching Rob play, so I taught
myself, and the rest is history."
"If I ever see that guy⁠—"
"You're going to tell him how good I am in bed," I finish for him, unable
to get all the words out before snorting with laughter.
"Hello, gentleman." A woman in tight jeans and a crop top saunters up,
her gaze flitting between the guys. She either doesn't see me or is
completely ignoring me. "Can I play?"
"No, thank you," Jack says, motioning for Cam to take his turn.
"Maybe a drink then?" she asks, turning the sultriness in her voice up to
ten.
"No, thank you," Cam and Lach say in unison, eyes on the table.
"Not even one little⁠—"
"We're taken," Jack says, cutting her off. He wraps his arm around my
waist and pulls me against his side.
She turns toward Cam and Lach. Before she can make her offer to them,
they walk over to me, Lach slinging an arm over my shoulder and Cam
linking his fingers through mine.
"We're all taken," Lach says firmly, his baritone vibrating through me.
She pouts for a second, spins on her heel, and stalks back toward the
bar.
A laugh bubbles up, and I don't stop it.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Lach chuckles.
"Do you know how many times I've imagined that exact scenario? I'm
glad it finally happened so I can stop worrying about it."
"And what happens when a guy comes up next time asking if you want
to play a game with him?" he asks, a smile pulling at the corner of his
mouth.
"I ask him to join my harem, of course." Lach's guffaw sends me into a
fit of laughter – bent over, holding my stomach, tears leaking from my eyes.
When I can finally breathe, I take several deep breaths and wipe under my
eyes, trying to collect myself.
"Your turn Charlotte," Jack says, "Why don't you finish it off so we can
leave?"
"You have that much confidence in me?" I ask, eyeing the table.
"Always." He says it with complete certainty, making my heart thump
painfully in my chest.
"Do you want to make another deal?"
"What is it?" he asks gruffly, his jaw set, ready to refuse me.
"If I can sink every ball without a miss, we return to the hotel now."
He looks at the twelve balls left on the table. "Deal. But if you don't, we
wait the full twenty-four hours for you to heal."
Fuck. This was a mistake. "Fine," I grind out, chalking up my cue and
mapping out a plan of attack. The chance of this working in my favor is
practically nil. I pick off the outliers first, cleaning up the table so I have a
clear shot at the balls clustered in the center. I aim for the solid orange ball
first, watching with my fingers crossed as it ricochets in a corner and sinks
home into a side pocket. Four to go. I miss the shot with the blue-striped
ball, but the gods must be looking out for me because it knocks the red one
in. A light tap is all that's needed to get the blue-striped ball into the pocket
this time.
Now only the eight ball is left, tucked into an edge, making for a nearly
impossible shot. All three guys are holding their breath as I walk around the
table, looking at every possible angle. I have two crappy choices. Either I
forfeit now, or I work with the only angle I have, which means shooting
with the cue behind my back and risking losing and looking ridiculous. I go
for the only real choice, my cheeks heating, knowing I'm about to look like
an absolute d-bag.
"Don't fucking laugh," I warn them, swinging the cue behind me and
backing up to the table. I hold my breath as I line up the shot, pray to any
gods that might be listening, and then tap the ball. I feel my soul leaving my
body as it inches along the edge of the table and teeters on the edge of the
pocket. Jack loses patience and slaps the ball into the pocket, grabs my
hand, and pulls me out of the bar.
"I hope you're fucking ready, Sassenach. I'm bringing out the ropes
tonight."

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y entire body is buzzing, ultra-aware of the Ann Summers bag
swinging from Lach's fingertips, of the warmth of Jack's hand
against the bare skin of my back, the slow sweep of Cam's thumb
over the inside of my wrist. My breathing becomes ragged, my heart in my
throat as we enter the hotel lobby.
"You okay?" Lach tips up my chin, studying my face.
"Just a little nervous," I admit.
"We don't have to⁠—"
I press my finger against his lips. "I want to."
He nods once, accepting the truth in my answer. "Maybe a massage
before we start will help you relax."
"Yes, please," I smile, standing on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to
his.
We pile into the elevator with another couple, the tension unbearably
thick by the time we get to our floor. Jack sees the tremble in my steps and
scoops me into his arms, grinning.
"A little turned on, are we?" He laughs softly, carrying me into the room
and setting me down on the bed. "Breathe, mo chridhe. In. Out. In. Out." I
follow his guidance, taking deep, slow breaths until my heart doesn't feel
like it will explode anymore.
"Jack," Cam calls, "Lach says to give Charlie a massage. We're going to
take a quick shower." The bathroom door snicks closed before he's finished
talking.
"I wonder why they're in a hurry?" Jack chuckles, sitting down next to
me.
"Would you let me do that?" I blurt, mortification taking hold the
second the words are out of my mouth.
"Let you do what?" he asks carefully, standing to pull off his sweatshirt.
My mouth goes dry as I look up at him, at the way the light caresses his
golden skin, highlighting every peak and valley. I clear my throat, forcing
myself to look him in the eyes.
"Fuck you."
His throat jerks as he swallows. "I'll try anything once," he says, the
huskiness of his voice doing funny things between my legs.
"Anything?" I raise my eyebrow, surprised by his answer. He sits down
again, and I climb onto his lap, straddling him.
"Maybe." He shrugs. "This morning changed my perspective. I'm going
to need time to examine that. But right now, what I want to do is see if I can
make you come without touching your pussy." He pushes my sweatshirt off
my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Callouses scrape over sensitive
skin as he slides his hands up my torso and under my bra, lifting it over my
head. I arch into his touch as he palms my breasts, his low groan raising
goosebumps. I drop my hips, nestling his hardness at the apex of my thighs.
He grips my hips, sliding me against him until he's nudging at my opening.
"These sweatpants are way too fucking thick," I pant, rolling my hips.
His grip tightens, holding me still.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to rip those sweatpants off and fuck you
until your pussy is strangling my cock," he says roughly, his muscles
rippling as he pulls himself under control. He tosses me onto the bed
without warning, taking hold of the ankles of my sweatpants and pulling
them off in one hard tug. "Up," he murmurs, sliding my panties down when
I raise my hips. "Stay,” he says, his hands warm on my waist as he turns me
over.

*J ack ' s POV*


I can hardly bear to leave her there for two seconds while I look for the
goddamn shopping bag. Her gaze burns my back, flames of naked desire
singeing my skin. I spot the bag and snatch it up, pulling out the butt plug
and the candle. Matches. Fuck. I rummage around in the nightstand
drawers, then the desk, and finally find some in the console table drawer.
I walk back to the bed, my gaze sweeping up the curve of her calves to
the softness of her thighs. I clench my fists to keep from spreading her wide
and burying my cock in her heat. She turns to look at me, her gaze hungry.
"You have to stop looking at me like that," I growl, my cock throbbing
painfully. She smiles but doesn't argue, laying her head back down.
Good fucking girl.
I drop the plug on the bed and pull off my sweatpants before lighting the
candle, not wanting to ruin them with the oil. As soon as there's a puddle
around the wick, I climb onto the bed, straddling her upper thighs.
"Ready?"
She nods, the muscles in her back tightening. I tip the candle slowly,
letting just a couple of drops fall. "Does that feel okay?"
"Yes," she whispers, her back arching as I pour a line down her spine.
I set the candle on the nightstand and smooth the oil over her back,
pressing my thumbs into the muscles that worked so hard for us this
morning. I slowly move to her lower back, her skin soft and supple under
my hands. I know she's desperate when she starts pushing her ass up every
time my hands dip low. I slide off the bed and spread her legs until I have a
clear view of her pussy. My hands tremble as I pour more oil into my palm,
my pulse roaring in my ears. She whimpers as I kneel on the bed between
her legs, her pussy clenching on air. One thrust and I'd be buried inside her,
and we'd be on our way to paradise. I grunt as I resist the urge, smearing the
oil over the globes of her ass cheeks, her flesh molding to my hands. I slide
my thumbs along her crack, and she pushes her ass into the air, exposing
herself to me. A bead of moisture drips down her lips, and before I can stop
myself, I catch it with my tongue. Her body shudders, her hands fisting in
the sheets.
"I thought you said you weren't going to touch my pussy," she mumbles.
Shit. "One more time, then I won't do it again," I say gruffly, cursing
myself for making up stupid rules. I run my thumbs on either side of her
pussy, bringing them together at the front, her clit trapped between them.
"Jack," she begs, her muscles contracting as I roll her between my
fingers. I'm true to my word and move my hands back to her ass, feathering
the pad of my thumb over her, gently bearing down until she's pushing back
onto my finger.
"I want to hear how much you like it," I rasp, waiting for her to dislodge
her teeth from her hand before circling the rim with the tip of my finger.
Her moan is a lightning bolt straight to my dick, precum leaking onto my
thigh as she swallows my finger one knuckle at a time. Fuck.
"More," she mumbles.
This woman is my kryptonite. I can't function when all I can think about
is how to make her moan louder and come harder. The way her throat
constricts around me when she's trying not to gag. The sweet musk buried
between her legs. The way she squeezes me so hard I think she'll break my
cock, and how I'm perfectly fine with that. Those blue eyes, the color of the
loch on a summer day, sparkling up at me while the sun turns her hair to
burnished copper. The way she loves me without reservation. I would die
for her a million times over.
"Jack, I need you inside me." She looks back at me, desperation in her
eyes, her lip caught in her teeth as she impales herself on my finger.
"I'm supposed to be getting you there without that, remember?"
"You said without touching my pussy. You said nothing about your cock
or my ass."
Fuck. Me. "Fair enough. We can try for the elusive anal orgasm."
"That's a thing?"
I hop off the bed and grab the lube, not willing to risk anal play with
just the oil. "The clitoris extends internally behind the front wall of the
vagina. Anal sex can stimulate a spot that is hard to reach other ways."
"It's called the a-spot. Similar to the prostate on guys," Lach explains,
catching our conversation as he comes out of the bathroom, Cam right
behind him, both of their cocks at half-mast. I don't offer them the chance to
take over because I know what they have coming later, and I'm jealous as
fuck. "Go on," Lach says, pulling on his robe, "We'll wait." I sigh in relief
as they go out on the balcony, still feeling awkward about navigating this
when we're all together.
I kneel between Charlotte's legs, spreading her cheeks wide and swirling
my tongue over her.
"Fuck," she sobs, her body trembling. I lap at her, holding her still as I
push past the tight ring of muscle and fuck her with my tongue. "More,
Jack." I give her one last swirl of my tongue before sinking my teeth into
her ass cheek, a sudden desperate urge to leave my mark on her.
"Please," she begs, looking back at me, her makeup smudged under her
eyes, strands of hair stuck to her cheek. So goddamn beautiful.
"Butt plug first," I say, squirting lube on it.
"I don't need that. I need you."
"Indulge me." I wait for her nod of acceptance before pulling her to the
edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle off. "This will be the best position to
hit that spot. Are you comfortable?"
"For the love of God, Jack." Her eyes flash with annoyance, her hand
sneaking down, headed toward her clit.
"Don't you fucking dare." I take her threat seriously and nudge the plug
against her, a smile pulling at my lips as her hand moves back up and fists
in the sheets. I push the tip in, watching with pride as she relaxes and
breathes deeply. I pulse it against her, watching as she swallows it a little
more each time. "Almost there." I push until the widest part of the plug
disappears inside her, only the purple jewel left on the outside. I pull it out
slowly and slide my tongue over her, swirling it around until I feel her
muscles relax, and she's pushing back onto my face.
"Charlotte, I hope to God you're ready." I slide my hand over my cock,
biting back a groan.
"Fuck me, Jack."
I don't need to be told again. I squirt a generous amount of lube on my
fingers, spreading it over her and my cock. "I'll have to go deep to hit that
spot," I rasp, sliding my cock back and forth over her entrance.
"Anything," she groans, arching her back.
I grip my shaft with one hand, spreading her with the other, nearly
coming undone as the tip sinks in. So fucking tight. I grit my teeth, pulsing
back and forth, watching as the ridge along the head of my cock stretches
her. Fuck. My entire body shudders as I struggle for control. "Don't fucking
squeeze," I tell her, my knees nearly giving out as she clenches around me.
"Do you know what happens to naughty girls?" I growl, pulling out of
her before I make a fool of myself.
She looks over her shoulder at me, a wicked smile pulling at her lips.
"Spank me, daddy."
I notch myself at her entrance and slap her ass, her gasp of surprise
turning into a low, keening moan as I bury my cock inside her. She clenches
around me, sliding herself up and down my shaft. Motherfucker.
"Charlie." Her name is a prayer on my lips – a plea. I wrap my fingers
around her waist and hold her still, angling my hips as I thrust to hit that
spot deep inside.
"Oh, God," she breathes, every muscle in her body strung tight as I
thrust again. I pull out, grab the bottle of lube and apply it liberally,
determined not to hurt her.
"Jack." Lach is leaning against the doorframe, watching me, an emotion
behind his eyes I can't read.
"Yes?" My throat feels tight.
"Do you want me to..." He makes a motion with his finger that makes
my cheeks burn.
"You said you'd try anything once," Charlotte mumbles into the covers.
"This would make twice," I remind her, turning back to Lach.
"And did you like it?" He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes
darkening as he waits for my answer. Did I like it? I think back to this
morning, to the best orgasm I've had in my entire life.
I clear my throat. "Yes," I admit, the word coming out low and husky.
"Do you want me to do it again?" His words hold no expectation, no
judgment. I bite back the indignant response that's waiting on the tip of my
tongue, instead digging deep to get to the raw truth.
"Yes."
He nods once, holds his hand out for the lube, and then motions for me
to continue with Charlotte. Every nerve in my body tingles with awareness
as I fist my cock and slowly sink into her. Two thrusts and she's begging me
not to stop. I slow down, taking my time to get the angle just right, pushing
hard and deep. I feel Lach's presence before his hand touches my hip,
anchoring himself.
"Ready?" he murmurs, his breath teasing the hairs on my neck. I can't
get my throat to work, so I only nod. I brace myself, all of my muscles
tensed. "That's not going to work, Jack. Lay on top of her." I brace my arms
on either side of Charlotte's head and test the angle, thrusting hard and deep.
"Oh fuck," Charlotte mewls, squirming under me. Lach's fingers press
into my hip, giving me a warning before sliding his finger down my crack.
My hips stutter, my body confused. I thrust into Charlotte, and as I pull
back, Lach presses the pad of his finger against me, circling me, teasing me.
This is different than this morning. This morning seemed almost clinical.
This... this is raw, unadulterated sex. I whimper and thrust again, two of
Lach's fingers sliding against me as I pull out. I push back into him more,
and his hand slides further down. I can feel him hesitate, but I arch my
back, and that's all the invitation he needs to cup my balls.
Holy fuck. I don't give myself time to think about what I'm doing. I
thrust into Charlotte again, Lach massaging my balls, his other hand coming
up to circle my asshole. I lean my forehead against the back of Charlotte's
head, breathing hard. "I don't think I can hold on much longer."
"Fuck me hard, Jack. I'm close."
Our skin slaps together with the next thrust, and as I pull back, Lach
keeps his finger still, allowing me to take as much of him as I'm
comfortable with. I pulse my hips, pushing into Charlotte and then back
onto Lach's finger.
"You like that?" Lach murmurs, his hand leaving my balls to grip my
hip, pushing me down into Charlotte and holding me still while he presses
two fingers against me. The sound that comes out of my mouth is indecent
and embarrassing, but I don't fucking care when it feels this good. I flex my
hips against Charlotte, pushing as deep as I can. This time Lach doesn't wait
for me to pull back; he's already there, two fingers massaging my prostate
while I'm balls deep in our lover. Charlotte moans, biting my hand to muffle
her scream, pulling me with her over the edge, plunging headfirst into the
unknown.

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T
he chill of the marble vanity seeps into my bones, the stone biting into
my hips as I look at the stranger in the mirror. Who the fuck is the
person looking back at me, and why is he risking his relationship with
his best friend?
'I want him to feel good' is the first thought that crosses my mind, but
that's only a fraction of the truth. It's the way his throat bobs, the surrender
in his eyes, the rippling muscles, the groan when I push in, knowing that I'm
the one making him feel like that.
Fucking hell.
Cam knocks and pokes his head in the bathroom, slipping through the
door and closing it behind him when he sees the look on my face.
"What's wrong?" He tilts up my chin, his thumb caressing my jaw.
"I—" I swallow hard. "I helped Jack again."
Cam blinks, his midnight eyes almost black in the dim light. "And how
do you feel about that?" he asks finally.
"How do you feel about it?" I ask, shoving my hands through my hair.
"Why does it feel like I'm cheating on you?"
"Lach. All of our dicks touch every time we sleep with her. It's not a big
deal."
I shake my head. "This was different. This morning was out of
convenience. Curiosity maybe. Tonight was lust."
"Or love," Cam says softly.
"I would have fucked him if he asked," I say, ignoring that four-letter
word.
"You mean you would have made love to him."
"Goddamn it, Cam. Don't."
"He might not see it, but I do."
"See what?" I look up at him, my heart pounding in my ears.
"You've been in love with him since that day when we were at uni." A
statement, not a question.
"What am I going to do?" I whisper, dread wrapping its bony fingers
around my throat.
He shrugs. "You either tell him and see how it plays out, or you go back
to how it was before today."
I feel sick. I press my forehead against the marble, breathing hard.
"What about you?" I ask, turning to look up at him.
"What about me?"
"Won't it be weird for you?"
He pulls me away from the counter and wraps his arms around me,
tucking my head against my shoulder. "I am so goddamn thankful for you
and Charlie. I love Jack like a brother, but it won't ever turn into more. I'm
proud of you for acknowledging your feelings, and I'll be here for you if
you need me. I want you to be happy, Lach."
"You guys are up," Jack says gruffly, pushing into the bathroom, stormy
golden eyes making brief contact with mine before sliding to my lips. He
stops behind me, holding my gaze in the mirror, muscles flexing as he pulls
his hair back. Cam squeezes my arm in encouragement and leaves the
bathroom, closing the door behind him.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" I raise my chin, challenging him, my heart beating a
thousand miles a minute.
"Cut the bullshit, Lach."
"Did you like it?" I ask, trying to sound flippant but failing miserably.
He growls, ripping open my robe, his gaze in the mirror falling to my
cock. "You sure as fuck do."
I nod, resisting the urge to pull the robe from his hands and fold it over
myself.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
Why did he have to ask me the one question don't know how to answer?
What if I say yes and it ends all of this? What if I say no and it never even
starts?
"Tell me the truth, Lach."
I hold his gaze in the mirror, my heart crumbling into a thousand pieces.
"Yes," I whisper, my voice breaking, a single tear streaking down my cheek.
His hands clench at his sides, knuckles turning white. "I don't want
this⁠—"
My shoulders sag under the weight of his words. I jerk away from the
counter, barely holding myself together. I have to get out of here. I pull the
door open several inches, but he slams it closed, cornering me.
"You didn't let me finish, goddamnit."
"I don't want to hear it, Jack."
His nostrils flare, the lines bracketing his mouth deepening as his eyes
search mine. "Too fucking bad." His voice is rough, scraping over my skin
like calloused palms, settling low and heavy in my core. He grabs my chin,
forcing me to keep eye contact. "How do you know this won't ruin our
friendship?"
"I don't."
"Yet you're willing to risk it. Why?" There's a desperate, wild edge to
his voice.
"Because I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I don't."
"And what about Cam?"
"I think he's wondering what took us so long. He brought up that day
back in⁠—"
"I told you not to mention that again," he says sharply, cutting me off.
"Does that matter now? I just fucked you with my finger, which, last
time I checked, is a little more gay than an innocent kiss."
"That kiss wasn't fucking innocent, and you know it," he growls.
"I guess I don't remember correctly. Remind me." I keep my words
light, giving him an easy out. He doesn't take it.
Jack crushes his body to mine, his cock hard against my hip, our
chiseled edges and sharp angles fitting together like the last two pieces of a
puzzle. He pauses, his gaze dropping as he pulls at my lower lip with his
thumb, his breath hitching. I swirl my tongue over his finger, his pupils
blowing out as I sink down on his thumb, scraping my teeth over him as he
pulls away. I rock my hips against him, the answering groan a siren's song
dragging me down into the depths. He angles his head, our lips a
hairsbreadth from touching. Our tongues meet in a slow sensual sweep.
"Goddamnit, Lach." He cradles my face in his hand, the hooded lion
eyes that haunt my dreams ripping the breath from my lungs. "You're sure?"
he rasps, "I don't think we'll be able to forget about it this time."
"I never fucking forgot, Jack." His lips crash against mine before the
last word is out of my mouth, his tongue sliding against the seam of my
lips, pushing in to tangle with mine. Not a second later, I hear the bed
banging against the wall, Charlie's moans floating under the door and
wrapping around my dick.
Jack pulls away, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "Let's go take care of
our girl."

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am comes out of the bathroom with a smile on his face, holding a
finger over his lips as he gently closes the door.
"What's going on?" I whisper, pushing myself into a sitting
position as he climbs on the bed.
"They have some heavy shit they need to figure out. It’s been a long
time coming."
"I kind of figured that after today. They have history, don't they?"
He winds a strand of my hair around his finger. "Only one kiss, as far as
I know. Though Jack would deny that it meant anything."
"And Lach?"
He shrugs. "Love? Lust? Something in between? I’m not sure even he
knows. He’s sensitive to visual stimulation and incredibly sexual, which is
great for all of us if they can figure it out."
"That doesn't bother you?"
"I could ask you the same question about me or Lach. I've never
believed in the prescribed notion that we only have one soulmate. People
come into our lives for different reasons. Some are lovers, some are
platonic, but all of them grow and shape and mold our lives to be better."
My brain is rearranging itself as I think about his words, the foundations
of my idea of love crumbling, only to be rebuilt stronger by Cam's words.
I shake my head, stunned by his emotional maturity. "If I had realized
that years ago, I would have done a lot of things differently."
"But then you may not be here now, little witch. Everything happens for
a reason." He leans against the headboard and pulls me into his arms,
smoothing his hand over my hair, tracing my eyebrows with the tip of his
finger.
"Tell me about this kiss." An image of Jack and Lach embracing forms
in my mind, my belly clenching in response, heat climbing up my cheeks as
my nipples pebble.
Cam cups my breast, flicking his thumb over the peak. "It turns you on,
doesn't it?"
"Maybe," I hedge, folding my arms over my breasts.
"The kiss wasn't a big thing. They were both drunk and cozied up on the
couch together. We were watching a movie, and it just happened."
"This was before you and Lach...?"
He nods. "I had feelings for Lach at that point but hadn't told him yet."
"And then what?"
"Jack told us never to mention it again. And we didn't. Until today."
I feel disoriented – like I'm looking at my life through a mirror –
everything is in reverse, but still the same. "This is a mind fuck," I say
bluntly.
"Tell me about it," he says, chuckling.
"Will this change anything?" I muse, trying to think of scenarios that
would upset me but coming up blank.
"In my opinion? No. They already act like a married couple. This just
adds another dimension when we're fucking."
"Sharing Lach doesn’t bother you?"
He huffs out a laugh. "I’ve always shared him with Jack. His happiness
benefits all of us. I’m not a jealous person, Charlie."
I relax against him, my head fitting perfectly in the space between his
neck and shoulder. Our proximity has him hardening against my back, but
he doesn’t acknowledge it, keeping the focus on our conversation.
"What about me and Jack?" The question hangs in the air, my heart in
my throat as I wait for his answer.
"I wish you could have known him before he met you, Charlie. He gave
up on everything but the farm. I barely recognized him. You did something
we couldn’t do – you brought him back to life."
I blow out a long breath and close my eyes, centering myself. I can't
find it in me to be upset or disappointed. I love all three of them with every
fiber of my being and know they feel the same way about me. What more
could I possibly need? Cam cups my cheek, and I open my eyes, twisting in
his arms so I can see his face.
"I'm so proud of you." His voice is rough, filled with emotion. "We
don't fucking deserve you, but we’re going to spend every second of our
lives trying to make it up to you." He tips up my chin, pressing his mouth to
mine. I want to tell him they have nothing to make up for, but he holds me
close, deepening the kiss.
"We need to tell them to get the hell out here, but I’m not leaving you
alone in this bed," he murmurs against my lips, sliding his palm over my
breast with a groan.
"Bang the headboard against the wall. That'll get them out here fast."
His lips curl against mine, his low chuckle raising goosebumps on my
arms. He breaks our kiss to grab the headboard and shoves it against the
wall rhythmically. I moan loudly, stifling a giggle with my hand when
Cam's jaw drops, forgetting the headboard completely. One more moan, and
Jack and Lach are fumbling with the door, tripping over each other to be the
first one out.
"Now that you're both out here, we need to have a family meeting
before continuing our evening." I untangle myself from Cam, pulling the
sheets over my chest.
"Which one of you wants to go first?" Cam asks, looking between Lach
and Jack.
"We kissed," Jack says, holding my gaze, emotion swirling in his eyes.
"And?"
"And I've never been more confused in my entire life." He glances at
Lach, heat creeping up his cheeks.
"So, where do things go from here?" Cam asks, "Where does that leave
all of us?"
"Can I be honest here?" Lach asks, his gaze flitting between all of us.
"Jack is my best friend. That's not going to change. Is it?" He looks at Jack,
vulnerability shadowing his expression.
"Never," Jack reassures him.
Some of the tension leaves Lach shoulders. "I'm attracted to all of you. I
can't help it. When we're all together in bed, my brain flips a switch, and
there is absolutely no discrimination. I will gladly fuck all of you and have
all of you fuck me." He runs a hand aggressively through his hair. "I don't
know if it's love or lust, but whatever it is, I don't want it to change what we
have together." He turns to me. "It's your call, Charlie."
"Mine?"
He chuckles at my surprise. "You still don't get it, do you? We aren't
anything without you."
Fuck, if that wasn't the exact thing I needed to hear right now. "I want
you both to do what feels right to you, but communication needs to stay
open between all of us." They both murmur their agreement. "Good. Now
can we please fuck?"

*C am ' s POV*
Jack is on the balcony, Lach’s in the bathroom washing the toys, and I'm
lying between Charlie's legs, breathing her in. She trembles as I lick and
bite my way up the inside of her thigh, stopping just shy of where I want to
bury my tongue. She mewls in protest as I switch to her other leg, gently
scraping my stubble over sensitive skin, bringing her to the edge. I lay my
cheek on her thigh, lightly blowing over her pussy, watching as the
moisture drips from her. Catching it with my thumbs, I glide them up her
labia, groaning as she arches into my hands, her clit begging for mercy. I
slide my tongue along her slit, her taste exploding inside my mouth. My
cock throbs painfully, desperate for attention. I lock eyes with her as I drag
my tongue over her clit, pulsing there as her nails scrape my scalp, pulling
me closer.
Lach drops the toys on the bed beside us, watching me eat her out, his
hand riding over his cock in a steady rhythm. I push myself onto my knees,
grabbing the toys and holding them where she can see them.
"Strapless strap-on or anal beads?"
"Both?"
My balls tighten. "That's my girl." I side off the bed, grab her ankles and
jerk her toward me, getting perverse satisfaction in the way it makes her tits
jiggle. My cock nudges between her legs as I bend over her, swirling my
tongue over her nipples, sucking them hard and deep. She locks her heels
behind me, pulling me closer, rocking herself against my shaft.
"Cam." My name is poetry on her lips, the desperation in her voice
calling to something deep within me. I grab the strap-on, dragging it over
her, sliding it back and forth over her clit.
She shakes her head, pushing my hand away. "I need you first."
"I'm already too close," I rasp, fisting my cock and dragging it through
her folds. "You're so goddamned beautiful. I can’t help it."
"I don't want control. I want you to fuck me and make me forget
everything but the way your cock feels inside me."
I stand no chance. The way her hair halos her face, hints of copper
creating a perfect backdrop for those luminescent sapphire eyes. My end.
My beginning. I'm fucking wrecked. I slam into her, warmth wrapping
around me, ripping a moan from deep in my chest. I curse as she clamps
down, my hands trembling as I fight for restraint.
"Charlie, I'm too close to do this. You said you wanted to know what it
was like to fuck and be fucked, and I'd still like to experience that with you
tonight."
She has trouble focusing on me, her chest heaving, her entire body
shaking. "I do want that. But I want you in my mouth first."
"Charlie—" She doesn't give me time to protest, sliding to the floor like
a boneless jellyfish and pulling me to her, not stopping until the head of my
cock presses into the back of her throat. She leans her head back against the
bed, her nostrils flaring as she focuses on her breathing. I don't move,
worried I'll hurt her, scared she'll be disappointed if I don't. She looks up at
me, scrunching her eyebrows in anger.
"Uck ee!" she mumbles around my shaft, digging her nails into my ass
and pulling me closer. I give in, pushing her head deep into the bed with
every thrust. She swallows, her throat constricting around me.
"Fucking hell, Charlie." I cup her face, holding her still as I take
everything she wants to give me, my hips driving into her despite my brain
telling me to stop. She urges me on, massaging my balls, then my perineum.
I pull away from her before she can do more damage, hands on my knees as
I struggle to catch my breath.
"You're going to be the death of me," I pant, hauling her onto the bed
and pulling her legs over my shoulders. I coat the silicone beads in lube,
pushing them in one at a time. Her hands are fisted in the sheets by the time
I slide the last one in, her back arched entirely off the bed.
I grab the strap-on and coat the part that goes inside her with lube,
sliding it over her clit several times before pushing it into her. It fits snugly,
the vibrator directly over her clit, just waiting to be turned on. She looks
down at herself with wide eyes, the dildo rising perpendicular to her body,
as close to having a real cock as she’ll ever get.
"Do you want me to turn it on?"
"Not yet," she groans, rolling her hips, struggling to rein herself in. I
pull her to her feet, fist the dildo, and pull her against me, our bodies flush
as I ravage her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck, mewling as I
rock the silicone against her, alternating the pressure between her clit and
her g-spot. I glance over at Lach, motioning for him to lie down, watching
his cock bob with each step, a bead of desire running down his tip. I can't
manage to drag my eyes away from him as he lies down, keeping his ass at
the edge of the bed to make it easier on Charlie. He pulls his knees to his
chest, legs spread wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Ready?" I ask both Lach and Charlie.
"You first," she whispers, her gaze moving between my cock and Lach's
ass, her cheeks stained scarlet.
"Is that okay with you?" I ask Lach, my hands on his knees, the tip of
my cock a hairsbreadth from brushing against him.
"Fuck yes," he groans, watching me as I spread lube over my cock, then
dribble some down his crack. I lean over him, catching the bead of precum
on my tongue, and turn to Charlie, pulling her face to mine, sharing him
with her. She whimpers into my mouth, clutching my shoulder like I'm the
only thing tethering her to this earth. Lach's abdomen flexes as I turn back
to him, his cock twitching in desperation. I wrap my hand around my shaft,
closing the distance, all three of us holding our breath as I push against him,
barely breaching the muscle before stopping to let him adjust. He arches his
back, eager for all of me, but I hold back, determined to give Charlie the
show I know she wants. I flex my hips, and the head of my cock disappears
inside of him. I pull out, pulsing, the ridge stretching him, pulling at
sensitive nerve endings. Charlie's nails dig into my arm, the pain ripping
away what little control I had, and I bury myself deep. That ring of muscle
becomes a noose around my shaft, stealing my breath with every squeeze,
every thrust.
I pull out, and Charlie takes my place, looking down at the quivering
mess of a man lying on the bed before her. She's squirting lube on the dildo
as I return from the bathroom, spreading it with shaking fingers, swirling
the excess around Lach's asshole. He jumps at her touch, a long, low moan
tearing its way from his lungs, more precum dripping down his cock. She
hums in appreciation as she licks him clean, taking him all the way in, her
cheeks hollowing as she backs off, releasing him with a pop. She bites her
lip, her brow furrowed in concentration as she fists the dildo and nudges it
between his cheeks, sliding it over him until he's begging for mercy.
"Don't you fucking dare be gentle," he begs, the demand falling from
his lips like a prayer, the moan that follows raising the hairs on my arms.
She flexes her muscles, sinking into him, her hips stuttering as she pulls
back, causing the part nestled inside her to push against her g-spot.
"Oh, God." She plunges back in, pulsing her hips.
"Harder," he begs, his entire body straining toward her, his expression
torn between pain and ecstasy. His hands are fisted in the sheets, refusing to
touch his cock, edging himself.
"Cam?" Her voice has a desperate edge to it, big blue eyes looking up at
me, pleading for something she can’t put into words.
"You're sure?" She nods, leaning against Lach, arching her back, and
pushing her ass toward me. I lube up a finger and swirl it around the
silicone buried inside her. "Can I leave them in when I fuck you?"
Her nod is all the confirmation I need. I push my finger in slowly, my
knees nearly buckling when she squeezes around me. So fucking tight, I
reach around her and press the button to turn on the vibrator, her choked
gasp spurring me on. I spread her cheeks, lubing her with my precum, and
notch myself at her entrance, waiting for the backward swing of her hips to
sink into her softness. I moan as her body constricts around me, the beads
sliding along the underside of my cock, the combination nearly doing me
in. I bury myself deep, pushing her tight against Lach, the three of us locked
together.
I fist her hand around Lach's shaft, closing my hand over hers, guiding
her. We all watch, mesmerized, as the head of his cock disappears inside our
hands. We squeeze on the way back down, his moan like a gunshot
propelling us toward the finish line. I give Charlie space, sliding almost all
the way out of her as she sinks into Lach, greedily gobbling me back up as
she pushes her hips back and pulls out of him.
"Cam—" her voice breaks, and I know I'm done for. I push into her,
hard and deep, forcing her to do the same to Lach. His hand replaces mine,
sliding Charlie’s fist over his shaft at a punishing pace. I hook my finger
into the handle of the beads, pulling them out slowly, Charlie’s low,
breathless curse shooting straight to my balls. One hard thrust and the three
of us are catapulted over the edge, our bodies writhing together in
uncoordinated chaos, half-formed words of desperation dying in our throats
as we're dragged into the depths of carnal bliss.

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y insides feel hollow as we pull into the driveway of the Manor
house, and Lach puts the car in park. None of us move.
"This is a fucking problem, isn't it?" Jack says, rubbing his
hands over his face and growling in frustration. "I don't want to leave you
here. I can't bear to watch you walk down to that cottage alone, mo
chridhe."
"I'm glad we're all the same level of fucked," I say honestly.
"Come home with me." Jack twists in his seat to look at me. "All of
you," he clarifies when Lach makes a sound of protest. "I'll have to custom
order a bed, but in the meantime, we can move Cam's bed into my room."
I blink rapidly, tears threatening to betray my emotions. "You'd do
that?" I search his face for any sign that this isn't what he wants, but his
expression is clear and open, no signs of disappointment or hesitation.
"I would move heaven and earth if it meant I could wake up to your
face every morning."
Fuck. "What do you guys think?" I ask, looking between Lach and Cam.
"You don't need to ask me twice," Cam says. "Wherever you are is
where I want to be. If you want to be with all of us, and Jack's willing to
share his room, then I'm there."
"Same," Lach agrees. "That will leave Isla alone in the house, though."
"She's been talking about renting out the rooms for years," Jack says.
"Maybe this will give her the reason to do it finally."
"Wait. Why does she want to rent the rooms out?" I ask, trying to
understand why she would add anything to her already chaotic schedule.
"She has to stay busy twenty-four seven. Now that the gym is exactly
how she wants it, she'll be looking for her next project."
"Does she ever slow down?"
"Not since she was old enough to start helping me on the farm. One of
these days, she'll meet someone that will force her to take time off."
"Until then, maybe I can convince her to take some days off with me.
We could go on a hike or down to the beach." Lord knows I could use the
exercise – I need to increase my stamina to keep up with the guys.
"Don't forget wedding planning," Lach says, his voice soft, trying not to
startle me. My heart jumps to my throat. I've successfully avoided the stress
of thinking about it, but that can't last forever.
"I've never planned anything before, let alone a wedding."
"And that's exactly where Isla will come to the rescue," Lach laughs.
"We haven't even asked her. Maybe she's too busy and she'll say no," I
protest.
"You know that's not true." Jack raises an eyebrow at me. "Plus, she's
the one that plans all of the castle events. She's had years of practice. A
small wedding will be easy."
"What other events do you have besides the masquerade party?"
"We have a themed party every solstice and equinox, a costume party on
Halloween, a Christmas ball, and an Easter brunch with an egg hunt," Lach
says, listing them off on his fingers.
"Are we going to keep sitting here talking about things we could discuss
in a much more comfortable setting, or are we going to grab our shit and
move in together?" Cam asks, the tilt of his mouth softening the impatience
in his words as he gets out of the car.
"I'll go with Lach. Jack, you go with Charlie." He turns to me and helps
me out of the car. "You may as well get everything you have. We'll take the
truck back home, so there will be plenty of room."
Home.
Is this how people usually feel when they think of home? Peace.
Warmth. Happiness. Safety. Feelings I haven't felt in a really, really long
time. I look up at Cam, the tenderness in his eyes washing over me like cool
rain after a hot summer day, wiping away the remnants of doubt and anxiety
planted inside me all those years ago.
"We're going home," he whispers, reading me like an open book. He
smooths his thumb over my cheekbone and presses his lips to mine,
lingering in the beauty of this moment. His hand is warm on my back as he
leads me around the car, handing me off to Jack as he heads inside to help
Lach grab the essentials.
"You can be honest with me, you know," Jack says once we're alone,
head down, pushing at the pebbles under our feet with the toe of his boot.
"What do you mean?"
"About yesterday." He still doesn't look up, but I can see the blush
creeping up his neck and into his cheeks.
"I was honest," I say simply, not wanting to feed his insecurity by
saying the wrong thing.
"But—"
"There are no buts, Jack. There are no stipulations when it comes to my
love for you. We can weather any storm as long as we stay committed to
open communication."
"Is this a storm then?" He asks, finally meeting my gaze.
"Not even close." I smile, reaching up to push a strand of hair away
from his face. "You know those days when it's sunny and cloudy
simultaneously? It's sprinkling, but you don't even notice because there's the
brightest double rainbow you've ever seen stretched across the sky above
you?"
He nods, his lips trembling with emotion.
"That's what this is."
"I love you so fucking much," he whispers, wrapping me in a hug and
burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Promise me you'll tell me if it
starts looking stormy," he says, his voice muffled.
"I promise."
He kisses my neck and sets me back on the ground. "Let's get your stuff
and go home, Sassenach."
There's that feeling again. I can't keep the grin off my face as I pull him
down the path, knowing I'll remember this day for the rest of my life.
It only takes us ten minutes to gather all of my belongings. I leave
Arty's commission for last, carefully rolling it and sliding it into a
protective tube.
"I have a special place for this," Jack says, taking the tube from me.
"Really? I was wondering where I was going to put it. I didn't want to
take up the kitchen table."
He sets the tube on the couch and walks toward me, the expression on
his face changing to something dark and delicious. "Should we give the
cottage a proper goodbye?" I step back, bumping into the wall, my breath
wooshing from my lungs as he closes in, towering over me.
"What would that entail?"
"Your moans echoing off the walls as you get yourself off one last time
with this." He pulls my vibrator from his back pocket.
"Why do you have that?" I try to snatch it away from him, my cheeks on
fire.
"I found it in the nightstand when I was packing everything up. Show
me, Charlotte. Please."
"Jack—"
"Don't tell me you don't want to. Your pupils dilated the second I pulled
it out of my pocket. Is your clit begging for it, Charlie?" He pulls my wrists
over my head, pinning me against the wall. "Is your pussy wet and ready?" I
moan as he rolls his hips, the hardness of his cock pressing between my
legs, torturing me.
"Are you soaking wet just thinking about me watching while you fuck
yourself?" He lowers his lips to my neck, his free hand skating over my
stomach, making me shiver. Fingers slipping past my waistband, he brushes
over my curls before sliding his finger along my slit, sinking into me with a
groan. I bite my lip to silence my sob as I drop my weight onto his hand,
rocking against the heel of his palm while his fingers destroy me. He pulls
away as my movements become more desperate, licking me off his fingers
before carrying me to the bedroom. I rip my shirt off over my head the
second he releases me, then drop my pants, impatiently pulling my feet out
before scrambling onto the bed. I lean against the mound of pillows along
the headboard, and he tosses me the vibe, walking backward several steps
until he's pressed against the wall.
"Do you want to see what watching you does to me, Charlotte?"
"God, yes." I open my legs wide, exposing myself to him as he pulls
down his pants, his cock springing free. I instinctively rock my hips,
imagining how it would feel if he slammed into me. The silicone is cool
against my skin as I slide the head of the vibe down my slit and back up,
circling it over my clit, my hips mirroring the motions. Jack's hands are
fisted by his sides, nostrils flared, jaw ticking as he watches me pulse it
against my entrance.
"You want this tight pussy, don't you?" I flex my hips, holding the vibe
still as I sink onto it, groaning as the pink bunny ears nudge at my clit.
Jack's cock jumps, aching to be touched, sucked, fucked. "Do you want to
slam into me over and over until my pussy strangles you as I come on your
cock?" I get perverse satisfaction as his body takes control, his hips
thrusting into the air. I turn the vibe on, gasping as I push it in further,
rocking it over my clit, my pussy clenching around it. Jack's eyes are
hooded as he watches me, harsh breaths filling the room, precum dripping
down the tip of his cock. "And then you would work your way into my ass,
watching as the head of your cock stretches me." I'm panting now, fucking
myself good, rocking my hips to meet every thrust.
"You've got it all wrong," he growls, leaning over the bed to grab my
ankles, his fingers biting into my skin. "Leave it in," he commands,
dragging me to the edge and flipping me over. He turns the vibe off and
slides a finger in next to the vibrator, stretching me. When he's satisfied that
I can take him, he palms my ass cheeks and lifts my hips. "I want to feel
your pussy stretch around me as I fuck you while your vibrator is still inside
you." He watches as the head of his cock stretches me, pulsing at my
entrance before sinking into me with a rough groan. "Then I'm going to play
with your asshole and watch you squirm while your brain tells you that you
shouldn't like it, but your body begs for it." He slides his thumb between my
legs to get it wet and then circles it against me, pushing on that stubborn
ring of muscle until it gives and lets him in. An inhuman sound comes out
of me as I arch my back, desperate to take him deeper. "And then I'm going
to turn the vibrator on and fuck you hard and fast, just how you like it. He
reaches underneath me, pressing the button on the vibe until it's on high,
and then anchors his hand at the base of my neck. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl," he breathes, pulling back until only the head of his cock is
inside me. "Such a good fucking dirty girl." Everything goes black as he
slams into me, his hand holding me down, using me for leverage, pulling
me back onto his cock as he drives forward. "This is what you do to me,
Charlie. You drive me fucking wild. Now come on my cock and show me
how good I make you feel." My body obeys him, spasming around his shaft
in absolute fucking ecstasy as he takes me hard and fast, pushing our bodies
to the brink, his roar of release joining my desperate cries as we say
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y heart is in my throat as we turn into the castle drive. I roll down
my window and carefully sit on the doorframe, giving me a clear
view of the landscape as we slowly roll by. I can't help the grin that
pulls at the corners of my mouth. I look back at Lach's car and laugh when I
see the glower on Jack's face. I'm sure he's worried that I'll fall to my death
while Cam's driving five miles an hour. I hold on a little tighter, anyway. I
close my eyes and tip my head back, and take a deep breath through my
nose. This is what home smells like. Earthy. Salty. Slightly sweet from the
heather blooming all around us. A lump forms in my throat as the castle
comes into view.
"Welcome home, Charlie." Cam's palm is warm on my thigh, his light
squeeze letting me know he's feeling the same way. I slide back into my
seat as we come to a stop, the realization that this is my life hitting me like
a ton of bricks. Jack opens my door, helps me up, and reads me like an open
book.
"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, turning me to face him, fitting his hips
between my legs. His hands are gentle as he cups my face, fingers pushing
into my hair, massaging my scalp. "If this is too much, too fast, you just
have to say the word Charlotte. I let my feelings get ahead of me earlier and
shouldn't have sprung this on you like that. I just couldn't imagine sleeping
without you in the same bed after this weekend."
"It's not too much," I promise, reaching up and tugging on his beard. He
pulls me into a hug, and I feel like I can breathe again.
"Ready, Sassenach?" I nod against his shoulder, and he whisks me up,
carrying me in his arms as he strides toward the house.
"Jack. I can walk."
"You're moving into my house, Charlotte. I'm carrying you over the
threshold." A delicious thrill slides through me at the possessiveness in his
voice. I push my fingers into his hair, scraping my nails over the sensitive
skin at the nape of his neck. His groan brings out goosebumps on my arms.
"Goddamnit, Charlotte. Do that again, and I'll pin you against the truck,
spread you open and fuck you right here."
"Yes, please."
"Will I find my cum still dripping down your thighs?" he asks, his voice
a growl in my ear.
"Will you lick me clean like a good boy?"
He stops dead in his tracks, nostrils flared, eyes wild. "Cam's right.
You're a fucking witch. I need to go check on the farm, but all I want to do
is fuck that dirty mouth of yours."
"Go take care of the farm," I say, caressing his cheek with the back of
my finger. "I'll be your sacrificial lamb when you get home."
"Say that again," he says roughly, carrying me up the stairs and through
the door.
"I'll be⁠—"
"No, the other part." He sets me down, holding my gaze.
"Home."
"I'll never get tired of hearing you say that." He cups my cheek, tracing
my lower lip with his thumb. "Are you craving anything? I'll grab
something to cook for dinner before I come home."
"Surprise me."
B y the time we wrestle Cam's bed into Jack's room and get it set up, the
guys have stripped off their shirts, and I can't stop staring at the beads of
sweat dripping down their bodies.
"Anyone want to go for a swim?" Lach asks, his hair sticking up in
spikes as he runs his fingers through it.
"Yes!" Cam and I echo each other. We watch as Lach drops his pants,
his boxers not doing much to hide what's underneath.
"Last one there has to blow me later!" Lach yells as he opens the door to
the terrace and bolts across it and down the stairs. I leave my clothes in a
puddle on the ground, running after Lach in my bra and underwear,
pretending not to notice Cam moving like a sloth. By the time I get to the
water's edge, Lach's powerful stroke has carried him halfway across the
lake with no signs of stopping. Cam stops next to me, linking his pinkie
with mine. We watch as Lach turns and starts swimming back toward us, his
muscles gilded by the evening sun.
"He's so fucking beautiful," Cam murmurs, licking his lips as Lach
reaches shallower water and stands up, the water lapping around his chest. I
hold my breath as he walks toward us, my core spasming as his hips come
into view, his cock jutting up against his stomach, the head peeking out of
his waistband.
Fuck.
"Are you two going to keep staring, or are you going to join me?"
"I owe you a blow job," Cam says, his voice husky.
"You were last on purpose," I protest.
"Was not." His gaze hasn't left Lach's cock.
"He—"
"Both of you strip and get on your knees." We obey immediately as he
stalks toward us, peeling his boxers off, his cock springing free inches from
our faces.
"Since you can't agree, you can take turns."
Cam leans forward, burying his face against Lach and inhaling his scent
before sliding his tongue around the head of his cock. Lach's groan sends a
bolt of heat rushing through me, desire settling low and heavy. He runs his
tongue underneath Lach's shaft, nibbling on his frenulum, sucking the
sensitive skin into his mouth.
"Enough. Open." He hooks a finger into Cam's mouth and pulls his lips
apart, nudging his cock past them, sinking deep with a growl, holding
Cam's head still as he flexes his hips to push deeper. Cam's eyes are
streaming as he struggles for control.
"Fuck, you take me so good," Lach rasps, his gaze locking with Cam's,
his muscle rippling as he takes everything Cam will give him. "Charlie, be a
good girl and suck him off. I want to know what his throat feels like when
he's about to come."
Oh, God. Lach widens his stance, and I crawl between his legs, my
breath catching at the beauty of Cam's body. He's sitting on his haunches,
muscled legs spread wide, his cock sticking up proudly, precum already
dripping. I slide my hand over him, using his precum as lube, twisting my
palm over his shaft, swirling my thumb over his head. He groans around
Lach's cock, his ab muscles flexing as he thrusts against my palm. I anchor
my hands on his thighs and drop low, licking him clean before taking him in
my mouth and sinking until my lips brush his skin. He makes a desperate
sound, flexing into me, gagging as Lach pushes into his throat.
"Breathe through your nose," Lach commands. Cam's gasp of breath is
muffled by Lach's cock, the sounds coming from them making desire leak
down my thighs. I cup Cam's balls, massaging them, sliding a finger to his
perineum. He strains toward me, the head of his cock hitting the back of my
throat as he desperately tries to maneuver my finger to his ass. I reach
between my legs to coat my finger and then slide it between Cam's ass
cheeks. His whimper has me clenching on air. Cam tenses beneath my lips,
and I'm suddenly pulled away, Lach's hand strong on my hip as he flattens
me against his body, burying his other hand between my legs.
"What's this, Carebear?" He holds his fingers in front of my face, a mix
of Jack's cum and my desire coating them. "I can smell him," he breathes,
pushing his fingers into my mouth. Fuck. "Lie down," he says roughly,
following me down until he's kneeling between my spread legs, his gaze
locked on my pussy. "God," he moans. "Bear down, Charlie."
I obey, my heartbeat erratic, bearing down, pushing out what's left of
Jack.
"Good girl. You're so fucking beautiful." He watches the cum drip from
me, scooping it up with his tongue, his eyes rolling back as the taste
explodes over his tongue. He pulls me to my feet, his hand circling my
neck, my back against his chest. He pushes his shaft between my legs,
fucking my thighs, the head of his cock catching on my clit with every pass.
Cam looks up at us, naked desire in his eyes, his hand working over his
cock as he watches Lach drive me mad.
"Go on," Lach says roughly, his breath hot on my ear.
Cam leans forward, feathering his tongue over me, then over Lach as he
thrusts forward. Lach pulls back a little, allowing Cam to fit his mouth over
my clit. His long pull nearly brings me to my knees. I bury my fingers in his
curls, moaning as Lach's next thrust has him nudging at my entrance.
"Please," I rasp, my body strung tighter than a bow.
"Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me, goddamnit," I sob, pressing my ass against him.
He slams into me, filling me until I feel like I may burst, stars flashing
in front of my eyes. My body bows between them as we find our rhythm, a
mad dash to the top.
"Ouch!" Lach's fingers clamp on my nipple as he pulls out of me, his
chest heaving. "What the fuck, Lach?" I hold my hands over my breasts,
shielding them from further attacks.
"I don't want you to get there yet. Do you think I'd let the first fuck in
our new home happen that fast? I'm going to draw this out all night,
Charlie."
"You realize I have two hands that are perfectly adept at meeting my
needs, right?" I'm annoyed. And fucking horny. I bolt toward the water,
diving in and swimming as fast as possible to the floating platform. I pull
myself onto it, flopping onto my back, struggling to catch my breath. Cam
explodes out of the loch, water sluicing down his body as he pushes himself
up. He's on top of me before I can blink, one knee pushing my legs wide,
sinking into me with one hard thrust.
"Fuckkk." His groan burns through me like pure grain alcohol, wildfire
roaring through my veins. He cradles my head and rolls us over, giving me
control. Lach climbs out of the water and sinks to his knees behind me, cold
water dripping down my back as he pushes his cock along my crack.
"Do you know how many times I've fucked myself while thinking about
how it will feel to have your ass strangle my cock until I can't breathe?"
Lach cups my tits and rolls my nipples between his fingers, making me
squirm.
"Stop talking about it and do it," I pant, planting my palms on the
wooden planks, arching my back, and opening myself to him.
"I'll need to borrow some of this," he says, sliding his thumbs along
Cam's shaft and spreading the moisture over my ass. An ungodly sound
escapes from my throat as he pushes his thumbs in and stretches me.
"I need a little more." He notches his cock at my pussy, pushing slowly,
the head of his cock sliding along Cam's shaft as he pushes in. He bottoms
out in one smooth thrust, their twin groans driving me fucking crazy. I
clench around them, rolling my hips, refusing to give them time to rein
themselves in. Lach pulls almost all the way out then slams back in,
smashing me against Cam's chest as he pushes his tongue into Cam's
mouth. I whimper between them, so fucking close I could scream.
"Hold on, baby." Lach pulls out and notches himself at my back
entrance, his breathing ragged. I look over my shoulder to let him know I'm
ready, but he's looking down, sliding his hands over my cheeks, squeezing
them together to hug his cock, every muscle in his body trembling with
restraint. Cam turns my head back toward him, tipping my chin up, holding
my gaze as Lach grips my hips and works the tip of his cock inside me.
"Does our dirty girl like being filled?" Cam's words are smooth and
sultry, arrows of lust straight to my core.
"More," I beg, whimpering as the widest part of Lach's cock breaches
the muscle.
"You take us so fucking well," Lach groans, giving me time to adjust
before sinking into me with a long shuddering breath. "Fuck, Charlie, you
feel too fucking good." Cam's eyelids flutter as Lach bottoms out, his head
tipping back in ecstasy.
"I can feel him in you," Cam says, his eyes closed as Lach works his
hips back and forth. "Every time he thrusts, I can feel the head of his cock
riding up my shaft." He moans as Lach pulses his cock deep inside me,
Cam's fingers spasming on my hips, drawing me forward and then pushing
me back onto Lach. "Lean forward and tilt your hips," he instructs,
maneuvering me so my clit rolls over his pubic bone with every thrust. My
body shudders when we get the right angle, instinct taking over. I rock my
hips forward, the friction of them sliding out of me almost as good as when
I push back, and they slam back in, filling me until I wonder how I ever
lived without this.
"Now," Cam mouths, clearly not on board with the edging. I clench
around them, picking up my pace, my body shaking in anticipation.
"Charlie—" My name dies on Lach's lips, turning into a growl as I arch
my back and slam back onto his cock. I can tell the moment he gives in, his
hand sliding up the length of my back to grip my shoulder, his other has a
punishing, desperate hold on my hip. We move together like we were made
for this, a synchronized wave of desire – a tsunami demolishing everything
except the push and pull of their cocks, their whispered curses and broken
moans. I whimper as the first spasm starts, and Cam holds me down on his
cock as Lach pushes in deep, pulsing his hips against me as I fall apart.
They hold their positions until there are only aftershocks left, and then Lach
pulls back and slams home one more time, Cam's groan all he needs to push
them both over the edge. Cam closes his eyes and bites his lip as the
pressure mounts, his whole body bowing as he drags me back and forth
over his cock. His entire body shudders, and then his eyes are open,
drawing me in, pulling me with him as the three of us descend into the
depths of hedonistic bliss.

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hen you said you booked our flights, I thought you would do it like
"W a normal person," I grumble, studying the jet on the tarmac,
wondering how something so small can get us across an entire
ocean.
"First, the flights were sold out. Second, do you really think I would
give up the chance for us to join the mile-high club?" Lach asks, his lips
pulling up into a smirk.
"You think I'm doing that on there? I'm going to be terrified for my life
the entire trip. The last thing I'll be thinking about is sex."
"We'll see about that." The baritone of Jack's voice slides over my skin
as he steps up to my side, linking his fingers with mine.
"If we go down, then we go down together," Cam sings softly under his
breath, his fingers tapping a staccato on his thigh as he joins us. He pulls
several books from the satchel over his shoulder, half-naked couples on all
the covers. "I’m nervous too, little witch. I brought these for distraction," he
says, turning to me.
I snort. "God, you're the best. Good smut is always the best distraction."
I take his hand, and we walk to the plane together, the four of us walking to
the plane together.
"There's a bedroom through the door in the back," Lach says, motioning
to the back of the plane. "The door to the right is the bathroom. The kitchen
is behind me, fully stocked. We can access it before we taxi and then at
cruising altitude."
"You'd make a great flight attendant." I laugh.
"I'll be your attendant anytime, Carebear." He wiggles his eyebrows
lewdly, making me laugh. I jump as the pilot's voice blares over the
speakers. Five minutes until we taxi to the runway. Please find your seats
and fasten your seatbelts.
"In that case, I would love a drink. Something with alcohol, please." I
can feel the anxiety creeping up my throat, coating my tongue.
"You got it. Get comfortable. I'll bring it to you."
Jack finishes stowing our luggage and leads me to the couch, crouching
down in front of me to fasten the belt around my hips.
"Breathe, Sassenach." I have no idea how his hands got on my
shoulders, but he's gripping me tight, a line of worry between his brows.
"Cam, let's see one of those books." He settles beside me, buckling his
seatbelt before cracking open the book, his brogue caressing every syllable.
I can't believe I'm going through with this. I should call the whole thing
off. Return the money. Find some crappy job instead of going to graduate
school. Meet a local guy, get pregnant... Fucking breathe, Lainey. I can do
this. One night. A weekend if it goes well, he said in his last email. He even
said we didn't have to have sex if I wasn't comfortable with it, but what guy
spends a hundred thousand on someone's virginity if they don't want to have
sex with them?
"Miss?" I jerk my face out of my hands and meet the Uber driver's gaze
in the rearview mirror. "We're here."
I look out the window at the brick facade, craning my neck to look up at
the top of the building. Five floors. This fucker is loaded. My heart is in my
throat as I mentally flip through my possible decisions and their outcomes,
but the decision is made for me when the front door swings open, a golden
hallway luring me in. I can do this. I will do this. I grab my overnight bag
and step out of the car, fixing my skirt and wrapping my cardigan tight
around my torso before heading toward the steps.
"Her cardigan?" I echo, trying to focus on the story instead of how
we’re taxiing across the tarmac toward the runway. "Why would she wear a
cardigan when someone just paid her a ton of money for her virginity?"
"What would you wear?" Lach asks, swiveling his chair so he's facing
Jack and me.
"I would never have the guts to do that in the first place, but if I did,
probably a trench coat with lingerie under it."
He hums appreciatively, the sound low and sexy. "Perhaps some role-
play is in order when we get back?" He raises an eyebrow, dragging his
gaze over my body, pausing to watch my nipples react to his words. I'm
thrown against Jack as the plane speeds up, my fingers digging into his legs
like talons. He continues reading.
I jog up the steps, not giving myself time to change my mind. I expect
someone to be inside the door, but nobody's there. I close the door softly,
setting my bag down on the elegant black and white tile. The house looks
like the owner is in the process of moving in, boxes stacked along the empty
walls.
"Hello?"
"In here."
I follow the voice across the foyer and down a stark hallway, looking
through the doorway to the right. There's a man with his back to me at the
largest stove I've ever seen, an apron tied around his waist, boxer briefs his
only article of clothing. He has grill plates over the flames, carefully
turning two steaks to get the perfect grill marks. I clear my throat, but he is
either ignoring me or the sizzle from the steaks and the industrial fan over
the stove are making too much noise.
"Hello!" I try again, a little too loud this time.
He jumps, but doesn’t turn right away, taking time to compose himself.
He sets the tongs down before turning to face me. My heart stops.
"Eli? What are you doing here?" His lips twitch, but he doesn't say
anything, waiting for my brain to catch up. "YOU bid on me?"
"Why the hell did you do that Lainey? What if some pervert had won
and kidnapped you or worse?" His jaw ticks as he tries to keep his temper
under control.
"I needed the money, Eli. I'm sure you figured that one out. All of the
bidders were vetted. I would have been safe."
"Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped."
"I don't want a handout, Eli."
"But you'll sell your virginity? Do you know how fucking pissed off that
made me? I almost came in person just to drag you off that goddamned
stage. The thought of some guy you've never met taking your... fuck,
Lainey."
"I'm not doing this. I won't debate with one of the richest guys in New
York about why I sold my virginity so I can go to graduate school. It's my
body, Eli. I get to do what I want with it." I spin on my heel and walk back
down the hallway, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I'm pulling open the
door when his palm flattens against the wood, holding it closed.
"Don't leave. At least eat dinner first."
I turn, our faces only inches apart, so close I can count the brown flecks
in his green irises. "What do you want from me?"
"Nothing," he says, lines bracketing his mouth, a tortured look in his
eyes.
"Is that the truth, Eli Parker?" My heartbeat ticks up as his gaze dips to
my mouth. Eli. My brother's best friend. The guy I've had a crush on for my
entire life.
"You want the truth?" He places his other hand on the door, boxing me
in. "The truth is I couldn't stand the thought of someone else being your
first. You deserve a man that will give you the world, Lainey girl. One that
will get you there before he does every goddamned time. One that will show
you what making love should be like so you don't settle for less."
My entire body ignites, his words sweeping over my skin like wildfire.
"And who will do that for me, Eli?"
"Me, Lainey. Please." He drops to his knees in front of me. This six-foot-
four giant of a man that created his own company at eighteen and sold it for
millions at twenty, this man that could have any girl he wants, is on his
knees in front of me, asking to be my first.
"What about Michael?" My brother will not be happy about this. I can't
even count the number of times he's told me to leave Eli alone.
"Let me worry about Michael." He takes my hands in his, sweeping his
thumbs over the delicate skin of my wrists. "Let me give you this, Lainey."
Am I insane for considering his proposal? Haven't I always dreamed of
my first time being with him? "Okay," I whisper, swallowing hard.
"Is that a yes?" His hands move to my waist, his fingers sweeping over
the small of my back.
"Yes."
He growls, moisture flooding between my legs in response. He pulls me
to him, his nose just above my pubic bone, and inhales.
"Do you know how long I've wanted this?" he rasps, his voice muffled
against my skirt.
The seatbelt light goes off, and I loosen my grip on Jack's leg. "Better?"
he asks, dipping his head to look at me, his hair tickling my cheek. "Better,"
I nod.
"Don't fucking stop now!" Lach protests. "If I had known there were
books like this, I would have started reading novels a long time ago."
"Your turn," Jack says, handing the book off to Cam and pulling me
against his side. Cam clears his throat and continues.
I blow out a shaky breath as Eli's fingers bunch in my skirt. I've
imagined him taking my virginity too many times to count, but never would
I have dreamed it would start with him on his knees begging me for it. He
presses a kiss to my stomach and stands, grabbing my hand and pulling me
back toward the kitchen.
"Dinner first, then we’re not stopping until Monday morning."
Holy fuck. "The whole weekend? That's a little cocky to assume, isn't
it?"
"I'll need every minute, Lainey. I've been dreaming of this for years."
"You can stop the act," I say, rolling my eyes. "You want my virginity, I
get it. I need the money. Win-win."
"If that's how you feel, we can eat dinner, gossip until we fall asleep and
you can leave in the morning. I didn't bid on you to sleep with you, Lainey. I
bid on you so some other creep couldn’t."
"Dinner, talking, and sleep? And then I get my money?" Why am I being
a stubborn bitch about this when I've wanted to sleep with him for years?
Probably because I want him to WANT to sleep with me, not just because he
doesn't want someone else taking my virginity. It makes him seem like an
asshole, now that I'm thinking about it.
He nods. "I only have one bed at the moment, but I swear to God I won't
touch you unless you ask me to."
"Deal." His hand envelops mine as we shake on it, callouses scraping
over my skin, making me wonder what it would feel like if he touched me
between my legs.
Cam looks up, his cheeks flushed. "Do you want me to skip forward a
little?"
"Maybe skim it and tell us the important parts?" I suggest, knowing
exactly where this book is about to go and wanting to get there as quickly as
possible.
"Good idea." He runs his finger down the middle of the page, scanning
it impossibly fast. "He doesn't have a table yet, so they eat in bed. He made
steak, baked potatoes, and salad. Best she's ever had. Ah. Here we go."
I'm not sure if it's the fact that we're sitting on a bed, and therefore sex
is the only thing on my mind, or if it's the fact that he's hot as hell, but all I
want to do is push him down and impale myself.
"Now what?" I ask when the conversation lulls, leaning back against
the headboard and patting my full belly.
"Why don't you find something you want to watch while I take a quick
shower? My time management today was sub-par. Believe it or not, I wasn't
planning on greeting you in an apron and boxers." He tosses me the remote
and disappears into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door all the
way.
I turn the TV on, flipping through the channels, trying to ignore that Eli
Parker is naked in the shower less than twenty feet away from me. Soaping
up his body. His hand sliding over his – God, I can't do this. I climb off the
bed and tiptoe to the bathroom, nearly stumbling when I hear him moan my
name. I peek around the edge of the door, and my knees go weak. I can see
his side profile, his head tilted back as steam billows around him, his hand
working over his very large, very erect cock. I may be a virgin, but I'm not a
prude. The guy is hung. He says my name again, worshipping the syllables,
and my gaze flies up to his face. He's looking me dead in the eyes.
"Fuck, Eli!" My hand slams to my chest, my heart trying to beat its way
out of its bony prison.
"Do you want to join me, Lainey? Or do you just want to watch?"
I bite my lip, my gaze slipping back down his body, watching as he fucks
his hand. His next moan is desperate, his hips picking up speed, his eyes
never leaving mine. I clench my thighs together, the throbbing is almost
unbearable.
"Last chance, Lainey girl." His voice is rough with desire, his words
kicking me into action. I'm not going to deny myself pleasure any longer.
I've wanted this forever, and I'm going to take what he's offering me with a
fucking smile on my face.
"Wait," I beg, leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor, stepping into
the shower still wearing my bra and underwear. Before he can stop me, I
drop to my knees and run my tongue along his length, sweeping the drop of
precum from the tip of his cock with my tongue, moaning as his taste
permeates my senses.
"Lainey, that's not what I meant by having you join me," he says,
holding my head still between his hands. I slide my hand over his shaft,
holding my tongue out to catch him when his hips jerk involuntarily.
"Fuck," he groans, pushing the head of his cock past my lips, watching as
the ridge catches on them. He pulls back again, his hands trembling in my
hair. "Lainey. Tonight is about you losing your virginity the right way, not
me finally getting to live out my fantasies."
I stand, his words stealing the breath from my lungs. "What do you
mean by fantasies?"
He cradles my face, the honesty in his eyes pulling at my soul. "I've
wanted you for as long as I can remember, Lainey. Not just your body,
either."
I push up on my toes and crush my lips to his, our bodies crashing
together, rough hands trying to pull me even closer. He takes control
immediately, turning and pressing my back to the glass, positioning his cock
between my legs before sliding his palm up my torso to cup my breast.
Jack unbuckles me and pulls me into his lap, his cock hard against my
back, one hand skimming up my side and cupping my breast.
"Are we doing a live-action version of the book?" I laugh, arching into
his touch.
"Great idea, Carebear." Lach pulls me up, pressing me against the wall,
adjusting himself so his cock is riding over my clit before capturing my lips
with his. He cups my breast in his palm, weighing it in his hand before
rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He breaks the kiss, breathing hard, "What comes next, Cam?"
"What comes next is moving this to the fucking bedroom where we
have room to play." Jack's voice has a dangerous edge as he pulls Lach
away from me, scooping me into his arms and motioning for the other two
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C
am is already in the bedroom waiting. He tosses the book onto the
bed, tackling me the second Jack sets me down. His hands sweep
down my back as he crowds me against the wall, cupping my ass and
pulling me tight against him.
"Lach, your turn to read," he says a second before crushing his lips to
mine. He sweeps his tongue over my lips and I open for him, running my
fingers over his stubbled jaw as I angle my head to deepen the kiss. Lach
clears his throat and begins reading.
He explores my mouth with his tongue. Tentative at first, then rough and
desperate, as if trying to make up for lost years. The glass is cold on my
back as he presses me against it, his cock rolling over my clit as he rocks
his hips. I lift my leg and hook it over his hip, an open invitation for him to
fuck me.
"Not yet, Lainey. I have so many things I want to do before I feel your
pussy squeezing around my cock. I've wanted this for so long. I won't be
able to stop once we get that far, so I'm going to draw this out as long as
possible." He drops to his knees, peeling my underwear off my legs and
helping me step out of them. "Let me taste you," he begs, looking up at me
with bedroom eyes, his pupils blown wide with desire.
Cam drops to the floor in front of me, his cheeks flushed, dark curls
framing the stars in his midnight eyes. He hooks his fingers into my
leggings and drags them down slowly, his gaze never leaving my face,
desperate to see the desire blooming there.
"What say you, little witch?" he rasps, swallowing hard. "Will you let
me bury my tongue between your legs? Allow me to drown in your
essence?" He inhales, his eyes fluttering closed. I have never felt more
powerful than in this moment. This gorgeous, kind, brilliant man is on his
knees for me. For me. Fuck.
"Yes," I breathe, needy and desperate for his touch. The throbbing
between my legs becomes unbearable as he teases me, licking the crease of
my thigh, nibbling at my lips, sliding his thumb in the moisture gathered
there.
"Cam," I moan, tilting my hips toward him, my hands flat on the wall.
"Please."
"Not yet," he whispers, waiting for Lach to keep reading.
I nearly cry out in frustration as Eli stands up, putting too much
distance between his mouth and my clit. He pulls my bra over my head, too
impatient to unhook it, dropping it to the floor as he steps back, his dark
gaze swallowing me whole. I lift my chin, fighting my insecurities.
"Like what you see?" I slide my hands up to cup my breasts, tweaking
the tips.
"Do you know how many times I've wondered what color your nipples
are?" he asks. "They're the same color as the lips that haunt my dreams."
His thumb tugs at my bottom lip, and I catch it between my teeth, sucking
him into my mouth.
"What kind of dreams are you having that involve my lips?"
"Usually they're stretched around my cock while you're giving me the
best head I've ever had... which is funny since you're a virgin."
"I'm a virgin, not a prude, Eli." I grab his cock and slide my hand down
his shaft in a twisting motion, smirking when his abdomen twitches in
response. "I've learned a lot of things over the years," I say, making my
words sound like a promise. "Let me show you." I flip us around before he
can protest, leaning forward and flicking my tongue over his nipple.
"I already told you this night is about getting you there as many times as
possible," he protests.
"I'll get there just from sucking you off, trust me."
His jaw drops, lips moving, but no words come out.
"Let me show you," I say again, dropping to my knees, looking up at
him in a way I know will be impossible to refuse.
"You have thirty seconds, Lainey girl."
I try to switch positions with Cam, but he shoves his thigh between my
legs, pinning me to the wall. He peels off my shirt, then my bra, cupping
my breasts with his hands, flicking his thumb over my nipples. He shuffles
back so he can draw my nipple into his mouth, and I take advantage of the
moment, spinning him around and pressing him to the wall.
"My turn." I give him a wicked smile as I drop to my knees, eager for
him. I unzip his pants and pull them to his knees, doing the same with his
boxers. My core clenches as his cock springs free, the drop of precum on
the tip beckoning me.
"Lube?" I ask, holding my hand out in Jack's general direction. He pulls
it out of his pocket and squirts some into my hand.
"You're keeping the lube in your pocket now?" I ask, biting my lip to
hold in a laugh.
"We never know when you'll want us to stuff you full, Sassenach.
Would you rather we tell you no, or would you like us to be prepared?"
God, this man. He's fucking perfect. "You're next," I promise, turning
back to Cam and spreading the lube over him before gripping him hard,
twisting my hand as I slide it down his shaft.
"Fuckkkk," he groans, his fingers digging into my shoulders, his hips
stuttering.
"Lach, keep reading."
I revel in my control over him. In the way his hips move forward to meet
my hand, in the desperate grip he has on my shoulders. I push his shaft
against his stomach, licking from base to tip, feathering my tongue over his
frenulum. I let him fall back down, sucking him into my mouth, bringing my
hand up to cup his balls, lightly squeezing as I bury him in my throat. I hum
my approval as he threads his fingers through my hair, holding on for dear
life.
"Lainey, Goddamnit." His eyes are dark as he looks down at me,
burning this moment into his memory. I shift, tucking my heel underneath
me, rocking back and forth as I fuck him with my mouth.
I'm trembling with desire when I finally lick the drop of precum from
the tip of Cam's cock, my eyes rolling back as raw sex explodes over my
senses. Lach is next to me a second later, lowering himself to the floor and
manhandling me until I'm straddling his face.
"This wasn't in the book," I chastise, my protest cut short as he runs his
tongue along my slit.
"Forget the damn book," he mumbles against me, "I need this like I
need air to breathe." He punctuates the passion of his words by pulling me
tight against his face and sealing his lips around my clit. Stars burst across
my vision, white-hot balls of flame setting my world aflame. I hook my
hands around Cam's thighs and pull him closer, gripping the base of his
shaft and running my tongue around the head of his cock. Jack starts
reading, his brogue rolling over me, waves of desire driving me higher as I
act out what he's saying.
Cam groans as I lick him, following the ridge before sliding my tongue
back and forth over the sensitive skin where the shaft meets the head. I lean
forward, taking him all the way in, sealing my lips around him and
hollowing my cheeks as I pull back. Jack stops reading, tossing the book
aside to unzip his pants and pull himself out. I let Cam's cock pop out of my
mouth and crawl over to Jack, gagging myself on his length before pushing
him back onto the bed. I climb up his body, holding him in place as I impale
myself on his cock, desperate for relief. His fingers press into my hips,
tilting me forward and pressing me down so my clit is riding over his pubic
bone. His lips move over my neck, but I can't hear his words. I push myself
up, letting myself get lost in his whisky eyes.
"What did you say?" I push a strand of hair off his forehead, tracing my
finger down to his beard, rolling my hips as I pull at his lower lip with my
thumb.
"I said it feels good to be home. He pushes my hips back until his cock
slides out of me, my clit stopping it from springing back up to his stomach.
"I'd follow you around this godforsaken world just to listen to the sound of
your voice, Charlotte. If you tell me you want to live in the pits of hell, I'd
be there putting out a 'welcome home' doormat. You'll always be home to
me, Sassenach." He licks his lips, his throat bobbing as he cups my breast,
squeezing lightly. "Home." His callouses are rough as he sweeps his palm
over my stomach, holding it there. "Home." He slides me back up his cock,
my clit dragging along the top of his shaft. He notches himself at my
entrance, slamming into me with a broken groan. "Home, mo chridhe." I
melt against him, fitting my lips to his, putting everything I'm feeling into
that kiss. "I think it's time to let them join us," Jack says, the desire in his
eyes taking on a wild edge. I look over my shoulder at Lach as he climbs up
behind me, his eyes dark.
"How do you want to do this, Charlie?"
I shiver as Lach sweeps his hands over my ass cheeks, spreading me
wide, his hum of approval shooting straight to my core.
"I don't care. Just get in me," I beg, pushing back into his hands. He
slides his shaft along where I'm stretched around Jack, coating himself.
"Jack, will you share with me?" Lach asks, the head of his cock nudging
at my entrance.
"Let me turn around," I say, my voice sounding desperate to my ears.
Jack lifts me in the air, flipping me around to face Lach. I impale myself
again, my entire body clenching in anticipation as Lach shuffles closer. He
grips himself in one hand, sliding the head of his cock up the underside of
Jack's shaft. A whimper catches in my throat as Lach tips my chin up to
meet his gaze, a maelstrom of emotion in its depths.
"You want to watch?" He runs his tongue over my bottom lip before
pulling me closer and drawing me into a searing kiss. He pushes my chin
down, and I watch as he swirls his thumb around the base of Jack's cock
and slides that thumb between his ass cheeks. The groan that rips out of
Jack's throat is a sound I could listen to forever. Lach pushes the head of his
cock against us, my slick folds stretching for him.
"Cam, come over here." I hold my hand out for him, needing to feel
complete. "I don't care where, I just want you to get there with us."
"Fuck that," Jack grumbles, motioning for Cam to straddle him. Cam
climbs into place, lubing himself up before fisting his cock and nudging it
between my cheeks.
"Is this okay?" he whispers, his breath tickling my neck.
"It's perfect." I push back onto him, my breath hitching as he fills me,
riding the edge between pleasure and pain. I pull his hand to my front,
guiding his fingers to my clit. Lach drapes my arms around his neck,
driving my hips up and down, three cocks filling me with every thrust. My
world goes quiet – their hands on my body, their groans, the way their
cocks fill me – become the only things that matter. My body clenches
around them, holding them tight, strangling them with desire, greedy for
completion.
"Now." Jack's voice is harsh. Demanding. Lach cups my breasts,
pinching my nipples as I slam down onto them, and I lose control as the
beginning of my orgasm catches me in her vice grip. I go limp, clinging to
Lach as they fuck me, our bodies moving against each other in
uncoordinated ecstasy. I lean back against Cam as we come down from the
high, their cocks twitching every time an aftershock ripples through me.
"Welcome to the mile high club," Lach says, pressing a kiss to my
cheek, a tender smile pulling at his lips.
Welcome, indeed.

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y heart is in my throat as familiar landmarks fly by the window. The
guys are safely ensconced at a nearby bar, awaiting my instructions.
I have ninety minutes to report back before they come to my rescue.
Ninety minutes to tell my parents I'm moving an ocean away from them. To
tell them three guys came to help me through this transition. And then one
week to make them see that they're more than friends – that each one of
them complements a part of me that was waiting for them my entire life.
That they belong to me, and I to them.
My palms are sweaty as the driver turns into the driveway, my fingers
slipping on the handle as I push open the door. I stand on shaky legs. I can
do this. I pull out the long tube with Arty's commission plus my one ratty
suitcase, looking worse for wear after the last three months.
Before I can start around the side of the house, determined to set my
bags down and collect myself before I see them, my mom flings open the
front door and runs down the steps, wrapping me in a tight hug.
"Welcome home, Charlie! We missed you so much!"
The word 'home' startles me. Home is a little rocky island surrounded
by cerulean seas. Home is a feisty redhead that loves to gossip. Home is a
cozy bedroom in a fairytale castle on the shores of a loch. Home is the three
men waiting to rescue me.
"Thanks, Mom. I missed you, too."
"I got you an interview at the museum tomorrow! I hope you have
something nice to wear."
"What do you mean you 'got me an interview?'"
"You know my friend Jana? Her son – who's single, by the way – is the
director. Jana took me over there the other day. I showed him a picture of
you; I wish you could have seen his eyes light up! He offered an interview
before I could even ask!"
I recoil from her arms, taking a step back. "Mom. No."
"Honey, you need a job. You don't have any sort of career experience to
speak of. You have a lot of time to make up for."
"I built Rob's entire business, Mom."
She waves her hand in dismissal. "That's his business, Charlotte. Look
what you have to show for it."
"Well, hopefully, I'll have half of it by next week."
"Oh, honey, surely you don't plan to do that?"
"Do what? Take what's rightfully mine?" I clench my jaw, stopping
myself from saying something I'll regret.
"That poor man is working like a dog to keep that business running."
"That poor man? He's working like a dog because I'm not there to do it
for him. Don't forget he's the one that cheated on me, Mother. With
Bethany, no less."
"Well, that doesn't matter anymore, does it?"
"What do you mean?"
"They broke up a couple of weeks ago," she gloats, liking that she
knows something before me.
My chest tightens. "How do you even know that?"
"He comes over every Sunday for dinner."
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Watch your language, young lady. Go sleep off your awful attitude. I'll
drive you to the interview in the morning."
"I'm not going to the interview." I stand my ground, my heart in my
throat.
"Yes, you are. Don't be rude."
"I'm not being rude. You're the one that scheduled the interview. Doesn’t
it give you the ick that he wants to interview me based on my looks?"
"The interview is at ten a.m., Charlotte."
"I already have a job, Mother." And there it is. The cat's out of the bag.
She huffs. "Why didn't you just say that to begin with?"
I shoulder my backpack, needing to put some distance between us.
"What job, Charlotte?" she presses, her fingers digging into my elbow
to stop me from leaving.
I don't face her, trying to decide if I want to get into his right now.
"Are you lying to me to get out of the interview?" Her voice pitches
higher with every word until she's screeching at me.
Fuck it. "It's in Scotland, Mom. I came back to deliver Arty's family
tree, get the divorce over with and apply for my visa." I can't help the
panicked giggle that escapes my throat at her fish-out-of-water look.
"Doing what?" she says finally. "You have no experience in anything
that matters. Who would hire you?"
And there it is. "Jana's pervy son would have hired me for my non-
existent skills." She's always been like this. Refusing to acknowledge the
fact that I ran two successful businesses and that someone may think those
skills are valuable.
"You're making a mistake, Charlotte. Who will be there to save you
when you fall? Or will we be paying for your plane ticket to get you back
home? Coming to the rescue like we always do?"
"You came to my rescue one time. Once. And it's because the guy you
pushed me to marry before I was ready cheated on me with my best friend."
I pull out my phone and send the guys my locations with an SOS message.
"Don't you dare blame that on me." She stops talking, crossing her arms
over her chest and glaring daggers at me, when my dad comes out and then
pulls me in for a hug.
"Daddy, I missed you." I breathe in his cologne, the scent bringing me
back to my childhood.
"She got a job in Scotland," my mom says, a bite to her tone.
"What!" He holds me by the shoulders, beaming. "Congratulations,
Charlie! What will you be doing?"
"Marketing for an estate on the Isle of Harris. They're in the beginning
stages of opening it up to the public."
"That sounds like a dream. I'm so proud of you, sweetie."
I cringe as I hear a car pull up behind me, the guys’ voices audible
before they even open the door. When I texted them, I thought I would
already be in the pool house, safely away from my mother. My stomach
drops.
"Mom, Dad—" I don't get a chance to make introductions before the
guys are by my side, extending their hands, introducing themselves.
"We're here to help Charlotte move," Jack says in response to their
puzzled expressions.
"How do you know Charlotte?" my mom asks, her gaze taking in my
flushed cheeks and how they're standing around me protectively.
"Jack is the owner of the estate," I explain quickly before one of them
can jump in.
"Your future employer came to help you move?" my dad asks, his
eyebrows almost touching his hairline.
"All four of us became very good friends over the last three months, Mr.
Haines," Cam says, disarming them with his smile. "Charlie even helped me
out at my parents' bookstore for a couple of weekends over the summer."
My mom clamps her mouth shut, looking suspiciously between me and
the guys. I know what she's thinking, and I choose my peace, their presence
giving me courage.
"I’d like to ask if they can stay in the pool house. They'll sleep in the
bunk room. We'll be out of your hair as soon as court is over." I hold my
breath, dreading the answer.
"You want them to sleep in the pool house with you? That's incredibly
inappropriate, Charlotte. Do you know how that will look?" my mom asks,
her face a disarming shade of scarlet.
"That she has some great friends that care enough about her to come to
help her through her divorce?" Jack asks, his brogue making her flush. "Or
did you mean something else?" He raises an eyebrow, waiting for her
answer.
"I like you," my dad says, patting Jack on the shoulder. "Of course, they
can stay in the pool house, sweetheart. You can all sleep in the same bed for
all I care." He winks at me, not realizing the truth behind what he's saying.
Heat creeps into my cheeks.
"Michael! Don't give her any ideas! You know how she is."
Lach steps forward, his hands balled at his sides. "How is she, Mrs.
Haines? I'm dying to know."
She scowls, refusing to answer his question.
"You're implying she enjoys herself in the bedroom, but wasn't Rob the
only person she's been with until this summer?"
"Until this summer?" she echoes, looking at me wide-eyed.
Lach’s laugh teeters on maniacal as he turns away from her. "Lead the
way, Carebear."
Once we're safely in the pool house, I close the door behind us and sag
against it, letting my head drop back against the glass. Why did I come
back?
"You never told us she was like that," Lach says, pulling me into a hug,
his lips warm against my neck.
"She's a product of her parents. How can I be mad when that's all she
knows?"
"That's not an excuse, Charlie."
I shrug. "She's not always that bad. I think she's worried about me. And
maybe a little jealous."
"A little?" Jack snorts, shaking his head.
"It's always better when we have a little distance between us. And in a
week or two, there will be a lot of distance."
"I'm proud of you, little witch." Cam snakes his arm around my back,
hugging me into his side. Jack joins us, wrapping his arms around all three
of us.
"Now we just have to tell them we're getting married. No biggie." My
laugh sounds more like a sob. "I think I need a nap before we take the
family tree to Arty. Anyone want to join me?"

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he tube housing the family tree is clenched tightly in my hands as we
wait for Arty to answer the door. I’m not nervous until we pull into his
driveway, my heart jumping to my throat when I hear the bolt turning.
This is it. I’m handing off the most important commission of my life.
"Arthur MacLeod! How are you old man?" Jack exclaims, stepping
forward and pulling Arty into a hug, a warm smile tugging at his lips.
What the hell is happening? "You two know each other?" I ask, looking
between them.
"Nice to see you again, Arthur," Lach says, grasping his hand.
"So this is where you disappeared to," Cam says, hugging him tight.
"There's not a dig I go on that I don't wish you were there to give your
advice."
"Hold up. You all know each other?" My head is spinning. Arty's eyes
twinkle, lines creasing his face as he grins at me. "Did you send me there
knowing I'd meet them? Did you guys know about this?" I ask, suspicious
of how this is starting to feel like a setup.
"They didn't know, Charlie," Arty chuckles. "I had no way of knowing if
you'd meet one of them, but I hoped you would." He looks at us, his eyes
dancing. "It seems like you found all three. That's my Charlie, always
shooting for the moon."
My laugh sounds more like a sob as I fold him into my arms, squeezing
him as hard as I dare. "Thank you, Arty. For everything." He waves away
my thanks away, taking the tube from me and heading inside.
"I called last night and special ordered the frame. The shop will call you
when it's in, all you need to do is take it there, and they'll do all the hard
work," I say, following him into the house.
He makes a beeline for the dining room, his steps a little more unsteady
than when I left three months ago. He holds the tube out for me to pry off
the top and then gently eases the heavy parchment from its home, his touch
reverent.
"The moment of truth," he whispers as he carefully unrolls it.
The room is silent except for Lach's breathless Holy Fuck as three
months of my life unrolls on that shiny mahogany table. My heart lodges in
my throat, strangling me as the silence becomes deafening.
"Somebody say something," I beg, pressing my hand over my heart to
ease the tension.
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Charlie." Arty wipes under
his eyes with a gnarled knuckle, leaning closer to the parchment. "You
added their stories," he says, tracing the writing under one of the vignettes.
"Now their stories will never be lost again," I smile, wrapping my arm
around his shoulders.
"You have no idea how much this means to me, Charlie."
"I feel the same way," I sniff, looking down at his watery eyes with so
much affection that my heart could burst.
"What are your plans now?" he asks, rolling the parchment back up and
carefully sliding it into the tube.
"She's going home with us, Arty," Jack says, unable to hide his pride in
his voice.
"Do I smell a wedding in the future?"
"We'll have a handfast ceremony in October," Lach says, a grin
spreading over his face.
"Are you still looking for an officiant?"
"You would marry us?" I ask, blinking back tears.
"I'll need to brush up on my handfasting knots, but I wouldn't miss it for
the world." He ushers us toward the door. "I have a date coming for dinner,
so I'm going to be rude and ask you to leave. Send me an invitation, and I'll
be there."
I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a peck on his cheek. "Not
a word to my mother, Arty. She doesn't know yet."
"I would love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation," he laughs.
"Good luck, Charlie." He pats my cheek and then releases me, waving
goodbye as we drive away.
I feel like a million-pound weight lifts from my shoulders. Now to get
through the divorce and tell my parents about the wedding. I blow out a
controlled breath. I can do this.
"That was a work of art, Charlie. Truly." Cam's voice is soft, filled with
awe.
"Draw me like one of your French girls," Lach whispers, turning to bat
his eyelashes at me.
"I hate to interrupt whatever that was, but I need to know where we're
going," Jack says from the driver's seat.
"Are you guys up for checking out the local bar? I'm not ready to go
back to the house and risk bumping into my mom." They all agree
enthusiastically, and I give Jack the directions, snuggling into Cam's side.
It's so strange coming back here when I've changed so much, but everything
has stayed exactly the same. I'm looking forward to getting through the next
week, going home, and starting a new life with these three incredible men.
I balk when we turn into the parking lot of the bar. It's way busier than I
was expecting it to be on a weeknight. The chance of running into someone
I know is exponentially higher, but instead of apprehension, a reckless thrill
races down my spine.
We order our drinks at the bar before heading to the pool tables. I decide
not to ruin the fun and instead I let the guys battle it out with the
understanding that I'm playing the winner. I sink into a plush chair along the
wall, enjoying their banter, shadows enveloping me. Enjoying the view.
They're down to only a few balls and empty pint glasses when I spy a
familiar face walking toward us. Painted on jeans. Blood-red lips. Tits
pushed up as high as they'll go. Fucking Bethany. I sink deeper into my
chair, hiding my face in the shadows.
"Hello, boys," she purrs, winding a strand of dark hair around her finger.
Jack lines up his next shot and motions with his head toward his empty
glass. "I'll have another beer, please."
Cam and Lach push the empty glasses toward her, rattling off their drink
orders. They turn back toward the pool table, dismissing her, cheering
loudly when Jack misses his shot. She looks down at the glasses in her
hands, then at their backs, trying to decide what to do. Finally, she sighs and
spins on her heel, taking the glasses to the bar.
I stifle a giggle with my hand, waiting to see how this will play out.
She comes back loaded with their drinks and sets them on a table,
sidling up to Jack. He glances at her, his brow furrowing before
understanding dawns on his face. Pulling his wallet from his back pocket,
he shoves a couple of bills into her hand and murmurs his thanks. Her face
turns red, and she backs up a couple of steps until she's standing right in
front of me, rethinking her strategy. My heart slams against my chest when
Jack roars in victory, the last ball sinking into the pocket with a dull thud.
"It's you and me, baby," he croons, looking at me, the warmth in his
whisky eyes doing funny things to my stomach. "If I win, I get to tie you up
and lick you within an inch of your life." Cam and Lach protest, not liking
being left out of the fun. "And then these two knuckleheads can see if they
can make you come again. Deal?" He walks toward me, hand outstretched,
not even seeing Bethany.
"Deal." Bethany reaches to take Jack's hand, but he jerks it back,
struggling to mask the distaste sliding over his features.
"We don't need any more drinks right now."
"I'm not a waitress," she huffs, hands on her hips.
"Did you think I was talking to you?" he asks, incredulity dripping from
his words.
"Well, who else would you have been talking to?"
"Hey, Bethany." My voice comes out smooth as silk, the exact opposite
of how I feel on the inside. She spins toward me, staggering back several
steps before regaining her composure.
"Charlie." Complex emotions shift across her face.
I stand, linking my arms around Jack's neck. "I'll take you up on that
offer. What do I get if I win?"
"Whatever you fucking want," he growls, kissing my neck.
Bethany scowls and turns toward Cam and Lach, plastering on a fake
smile. "Do you guys want to find somewhere a little quieter?"
"Bethany, are you still hoping to get some of what Jack offered?" Lach
asks, his smile not reaching his eyes.
"I’d like that," she says, her voice cracking with lust.
"Good. You can watch us get Charlie off more times than you can count.
Maybe it'll make up for her having to see Robbie stick his tiny dick in you."
Heat crawls up her cheeks. "He does not have a tiny dick," she lies
through her teeth, her voice pure venom.
I snort. "Bethany, all three of them are going home with me. Go find
someone else to stab in the back."
"I didn't⁠—"
"Shoo." Cam waves her away like the nuisance she is.
Lach and Cam crowd around me, pushing me and Jack into the pool
table, hard bodies plastered to mine. Lach tips my chin toward him,
caressing my cheek. "I can't wait to fucking destroy you tonight."
Bethany makes a loud sound of disgust, stamping her foot. "Charlie,
you're⁠—"
I stick my arm out from between their bodies, flipping her the bird until
she stalks away.
"Can I be you when I grow up?" Cam asks, chuckling as he presses his
lips to mine. "That was amazing to watch, little witch."
"I couldn't have done it without the three of you backing me up.
Hopefully that's the end of it. Now what's this about a wager?" Jack repeats
his terms, his cock hardening with every word out of his mouth. "And if I
win, I get to do whatever I want?"
"You won't win."
I don't win.
At the end of my turn, we're down to one ball left on the table. Jack
makes quick work of it, picking me up and striding out of the bar before I
can process what happened.
"In a hurry for something?" I ask, clinging to his neck.
"I have a black rope dying to bite into your ankles, mo chridhe. I'm
going to spread you open and make you come so hard you forget how to
breathe." He sets me on my feet by the car, bending over me to fit his lips
against mine.
"See! I told you!" I break away from Jack to see Bethany dragging Rob
toward us, her fingers digging into his arm.
"Get your hands off my wife!" Rob looks... awful.
Cam and Lach move to block him, their hands in their pockets.
"What are you," Rob asks, "her fucking bodyguards?"
I squeeze Jack's arm as I step out from behind him, squaring my
shoulders.
"What do you want, Rob?"
"Stop messing around and come home."
"Home?" I swallow a laugh, wondering how he could be so goddamn
clueless.
"She's coming home with us," Jack says, standing at his full height,
towering over us, a Celtic god ready to fuck someone up.
"This isn't a fucking joke," Rob says, snapping his fingers at me like a
dog. "Come on, Charlie, let's go."
Lach steps forward, his finger pressing to Rob's chest. "The only joke
here is you, little man. You lost the best thing that ever happened to you."
"I'm not talking to you, asshole. Let me talk to my wife." He tries to
skirt around Lach, but Cam blocks him, rage simmering in his eyes. "Are
you going to let them treat me like this?" Rob asks me, his eyes bulging.
The guys hover around me protectively as a crowd starts forming
around us.
Rob looks between us, realization dawning. "Bethany was telling the
truth, wasn't she? You're fucking all three of them. You goddamn slut. How
could you do this to me?" He stops pacing directly in front of Cam, hands
flexing. "I'm going to tell everyone, Charlie. You and your stretched-out
cunt will never be able to step foot in this town again."
Cam moves so fast that I don't see the punch, only Rob crumpling to the
ground and Cam shaking out the pain in his hand. "Get in the car. We're
getting as far away from this godforsaken place as possible."

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y heart thunders in my chest as we speed past my hometown,
streetlights illuminating random snippets of a place I'd be happy
never to see again.
"How did you stand being around those people for your entire life,
Charlie?" Empathy laces Cam’s words, his brows drawn together, face stark
in the moonlight streaming through the windshield.
"I never knew it could be different, I say softly, taking a deep breath,
forcing my body to release the adrenaline. "Where are we going?"
"Lach is figuring that out. We can take the next few days to relax, then
return for the trial and to pack up your stuff. That way, we're spending the
least amount of time there as possible."
"That sounds perfect," I say, trying to ignore Rob's words ringing
through my head.
"They never deserved you." Jack’s voice is rough, his hand snaking
through the seats to squeeze my arm.
"I know," I half laugh, half sob. "I wish I had realized earlier. I wasted
so much of my life thinking I was the problem. That I was the one lacking
something. That I deserved everything meted out to me. Karma and all
that."
"Yeah, well, look where karma brought you, Carebear. I promise you'll
never be mistreated again."
His words are a balm to my soul. "Thank you, guys. For everything. I
don't know what I would have done if⁠—"
"There is no if." Cam looks over at me, his eyes black in the dim light of
the car. "We're here, and we're not leaving."
"We have a few options," Lach says, smoothly turning the conversation
away from what could have been to the present. "We're within driving
distance of New York City, Boston, and most major cities in the northeast.
There are also some rentals in more remote areas."
"Remote sounds nice." Me and the guys. Nature. Nothing else. Just
what I need after the disaster of the last twelve hours.
"There's a treehouse, an earth ship..." he trails off as he scrolls through
the app, his brow creased in concentration. "There's a cute little cabin in the
Finger Lakes. It's not anything special, but it's private and cozy. Perfect to
unwind." He turns the phone, showing me and Jack. I can't deny that it
looks idyllic. A tiny log cabin nestled among towering pines, the scene
mirrored in a glass lake.
"Looks pretty damn perfect to me," I say, knowing that no matter where
we end up, spending two uninterrupted days with my men will be
unforgettable.
"It has a boat!" Lach blurts, excitement making his voice rise.
"Sold," I say quickly, scenes of my time with Lach on his yacht flooding
my mind.
A couple of hours later, we're pulling into the dirt driveway of the cabin,
the sounds of the nighttime forest deafening when Cam cuts the engine.
"I don't think I'll ever get over how many trees there are here," Jack
marvels, unfolding himself from the car and gazing at the shadowed pine
trees overhead. "When we get back home, I want to plant forests. Get the
estate back to what it would have looked like when my ancestors chose to
make it their home."
Lach punches a code into the door, the heavy wooden plank swinging
open noiselessly. He fumbles for a light switch, the room flooding with
light.
"This is beautiful," I gasp, looking at the ceiling soaring above us and
the thick wooden beams crisscrossing the space.
"Wait until the morning. If it's anything like the pictures, the outside
will be a million times better than in." Lach smiles, pressing a kiss to my
forehead. "Why don't you get settled and decompress? I'm going to go find
a store and grab some essentials."
"I'll go with," Cam says, pressing his lips to mine before following Lach
outside. Jack waits until the crunch of gravel under fades away and then
draws me into his arms, tucking my head beneath his chin.
"I wish you had told me, Charlotte."
I squeeze my arms around his neck, my lips moving against his throat.
"I'm being sincere when I say I don't think about any of it when I'm with the
three of you. You force me to be present, which is the greatest gift you
could give me."
He wraps my hair around his fingers and tugs, pulling my head back so
he can look me in the eyes. "You’re the best thing that's ever happened to
me, Sassenach. I won't ever let you forget that."
His lips coasting over mine ignite an insatiable need that burns hot and
fast. He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, greedy for my moan as I open
for him, our tongues warring for dominance. Rough callouses scrape over
my back as he pushes his hands under my shirt, his thumbs sliding over the
sides of my breasts, making me squirm.
"I've been thinking about doing this all day," he groans, pulling me
closer, fitting his body against mine like a missing puzzle piece. I'll never
understand how each of them feels so right. Being in Jack's arms makes me
feel safe; the Robs and Bethanys of the world can't touch me when he's
around. I surrender to him, exposing my neck to his lips, clutching his
shoulders for dear life. He scoops me into his arms and walks into the
bedroom, tossing me on the bed and stripping off my pants with one smooth
motion.
"I'll be right back," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of my
thighs before turning and striding out of the bedroom. Thirty seconds later,
he's back with a length of rope in his hands.
My laugh is choked with desire. "Where did you find that?"
"I was incredibly hopeful when I packed. I've been thinking of doing
this for weeks, and I didn't want to miss out if the chance presented itself."
His eyes darken, his gaze tracing my body, desire darkening the color in his
cheeks. He unbuttons his shirt slowly, sliding it over his shoulders before
working at his belt.
I watch him. His thick, nimble fingers. His whisky eyes. The way he
keeps looking at me like he’s making sure I’m real. I would do anything for
this man.
"Let me be in control, Charlotte."
Fuck.
"Just until they get back, then you can do whatever you want to me," he
amends, hopeful.
"Whatever I want?" I bite my lip, thinking of the possibilities. I nod my
agreement, but he stares me down, waiting for me to say it. "Yes, sir," I
whisper, heat pooling between my legs.
"Pick a safe word." Judging by his voice, I would think this wasn't
affecting him, save for the way his throat bobs, the slight tremor in his
fingers, the way his pants tent in front of him.
"Kelly Clarkson," I say, sticking with the same word I told Jack when
he first asked me.
He goes still, trying to figure out if he heard me correctly before
doubling over in laughter. "God, I fucking love you," he wheezes. "Kelly
Clarkson it is." He climbs up on the bed, the smile slowly melting from his
lips as he hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear and peels them
down my legs, then unhooks my bra, sliding it off my arms carefully.
"Can I tie you up?" he asks, his gaze locked on my lips, his pupils
blown wide.
"Are you supposed to ask me questions when you're in control?" I ask,
biting my lip to hold in a smile.
"I still need your consent, mo chridhe. Once I have that, all bets are off."
"Yes, I give you consent to tie me up, lick me, fuck me, use me."
He launches himself on the bed, tackling me, framing my face between
huge hands, plundering my mouth, taking everything I have to give. He
reaches toward the end of the bed and grabs the rope, looping it around my
wrists before securing it to the headboard. More rope loops around each
ankle, and he spreads my legs wide, securely tying me to the end posts. The
pulse between my thighs is almost unbearable as I wait for him to make a
move.
"Close your eyes," he commands, kneeling beside my head to tie his t-
shirt around my eyes.
Oh, God.
My senses heighten the second the blindfold is on. The sound of his
pants hitting the floor, his feet on the carpet as he walks to the end of the
bed, the slight inhale as he looks at me spread wide for him.
"Do I have permission to send a picture to Cam and Lach?" he asks, his
voice husky.
"Yes," I say immediately, ready to agree to anything that will get them
back here faster. Wanting nothing more than to be surrounded by them.
Filled by them.
"That's the last thing I'm asking permission for," he warns, his hands
trailing over my calves, thumbs digging into the arches of my feet. Then,
finally, the brush of his beard on the inside of my knee, callouses sweeping
up my thighs, lips so close to giving me relief that I sob as I strain against
the bindings.
"Tell me what you want." His brogue skitters over my skin like
lightning, making it hard to breathe.
"Your tongue," I pant.
His thumbs frame my pussy, sliding up the crease of my thighs, making
me squirm.
"Where?" he presses, the pads of his thumbs massaging me on either
side of my clit.
"Jack, please," I sob, struggling against the ropes, desperate for his
touch, my brain short-circuiting. Rough hands cup my breasts, pinching my
nipples hard, his low hum of approval lodging deep in my core. He slides
his nose along mine, his hair tickling my face. "Where?" he asks again, his
lips brushing mine.
"Between my legs." I cry out as he draws a nipple into his mouth, pain
warring with pleasure.
"There are lots of things between your legs, Sassenach." He slides his
middle finger down my slit and between my cheeks, circling my asshole. I
moan, every nerve ending hypersensitive, my body needy for anything he'll
give me.
"Here?" His breath skates over my stomach as his finger works over me,
pressing against me until my body yields to him. Stars bloom behind my
eyelids, breath trapped in my lungs. "Or maybe here?" He sinks his thumb
into my pussy, a desperate, guttural moan leaving my lips as my brain and
body fight for control. He peppers my stomach with kisses as he works his
magic, driving me wild but not letting me tumble over the edge. "Or here?"
His lips vibrate against me as he fastens them over my clit, sucking me into
his mouth like he's been starved for years. He pulls back just as quickly,
tears springing to my eyes at the loss of his touch. "Where, Charlotte?" he
asks again, his voice coming from across the room.
"Everywhere, Jack. Please."
"Good girl," he praises, the bed dipping beside my head. I'm going to
untie your hands but keep them above your head. Understand?"
"Yes, sir." Once both wrists are free, he moves between my legs, the
heat of his hands burning me alive. He grabs my hips and pulls me to the
end of the bed, my knees spreading impossibly wide.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Just fuck me, Jack. Please." I feel vulnerable like this, but when I listen
to the hitch in his breath, the tremor in his voice, it makes me feel like the
most powerful goddamn woman on earth. I hear the lube, and then silicone
is sliding down my slit, pressing into me, filling me. I lift my hips off the
bed to take it in further, and he pushes in deep, rocking the rabbit ears
against my clit.
Fuck. I'm so close. He coats my ass with lube and pushes his cock into
me with a groan, not stopping until his hips are nestled between my thighs
where they belong.
"Ready?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. He turns the vibrator on,
alternating thrusts.
"Keep it in," I beg, my hands fisting in the sheets as I stretch to
accommodate him and the vibe. One more thrust, and I'm barely holding on,
ready to hurl myself over the edge. The bang of the front door hitting the
wall startles both of us. Lach and Cam bolt into the room, lunging to pull us
apart. I pull up my blindfold, curious to see how this plays out.
"Somebody has been a naughty boy," Lach purrs, wrestling Jack until
his hands are trapped, tying them together with a rope.
"Charlie, you get to decide what happens to naughty boys,” Cam says,
untying me.
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hat do naughty boys deserve, hm, Charlotte?" The timbre of Jack's


"W voice slides down my spine like liquid fire, somehow still in control
of my body despite being tied up. His teeth sink into his lower lip,
and I barely hold myself back from dropping to the floor in front of him
right then. The guys have forced him against the door, pulling the rope over
the top and tying it to the doorknob, trapping him with his arms over his
head, making it hard to look away from his bulging biceps. His chiseled
abs. His goddamned perfect cock.
"Dirty boys get special treatment." I drag my fingertips down his torso,
digging my nails into his abdomen, his muscles rippling in response. "Lach,
grab something to clean him off with, please." I'm not wasting the
opportunity to give him head while he's tied up. I turn to Cam and help him
take off his clothes, then push him down on the bed, impaling myself.
"Fuck, Charlie." His back arches off the bed, his fingers digging into my
hips as I squeeze around his shaft. He throws his head back, the long lines
of his neck exposed, his skin marble in the dim light. I lean down and swirl
my tongue over the hollow of his throat, moaning when he sinks his hand
into my hair, pulling my mouth to his. Warm lips devour me, his tongue
pushing into my mouth, then retreating, encouraging me to follow. God, I
could kiss this man forever.
"Charlie."
I look over my shoulder to see Lach holding a bar of soap, a towel, and
a bowl of water. I can't help the grin that stretches my cheeks. Throwing my
leg over Cam, I turn around, holding his cock steady as I sink down onto
him, fully seating myself so I can watch the show.
"I want you to wash him so I can give him a blow job." My voice is
husky, my heart in my throat. Lach's eyes widen, looking down at the soap
in his hand before meeting Jack's gaze, the color in his cheeks deepening.
Jack's nostrils flare, his jaw clenching. I hold my breath, waiting for him to
refuse, but he doesn't. It's almost like he's been stretched thin waiting for
this moment, and now that it's finally here, he can breathe again.
"Is this okay?" Lach's voice is so low I can barely hear him. Jack gives
him one tight nod, looking up at the ceiling, his lips moving silently. Lach
swallows hard, setting the bowl down, getting his hands wet before rubbing
the bar of soap between them. He adds more water, creating a decent lather
before facing Jack. Behind me, Cam pushes to his elbows, dragging us both
backward until he's propped against the headboard, pulling my body back
against him, careful to stay inside me.
"Clever girl," he whispers into my ear, sliding his hands up my body to
cup my breasts. "I wasn't sure how they would ever get to this point when
they're both too scared to make a move." Time seems to move in slow
motion as Lach extends one soapy finger, running it from tip to base along
the underside of Jack's cock. Jack's head falls back against the door,
swallowing hard, his shaft jumping as Lach takes hold. Heat rushes through
me as Lach's grip tightens, pushing his hand forward, his gaze glued to
Jack's face, ready to stop the second Jack tells him to stop. He doesn't.
"Fuck." Jack's voice is hoarse, his gaze dropping to watch Lach's hand
work his shaft.
I rock my hips against Cam, my entire body throbbing with need. He
reaches around, slowly rolling my clit under his fingers, bringing me to the
edge before backing off. I lean forward, my hands gripping his calves for
support, and sit back on his cock, bouncing my ass up and down, fucking
him fast and hard. I look back up, watching the head of Jack's cock
disappear inside Lach's hand and then push back out, precum leaking from
the tip. Jack meets my gaze, raising an eyebrow like he's daring me to do
something.
"Lach?" I don't need to say the words, he already knows exactly what
I'm asking. He rinses Jack off and then helps me off the bed, watching
Cam's cock slide out of me.
"I thought this would become a little more normal the more we did it,
but fuck if this isn't all-consuming," Lach rasps, his hand tightening on my
hip. "I wish I had four cocks so I could fuck all three of you at the same
time."
"What's the fourth one for?" Cam asks, a smile pulling at his lips.
"So he can fuck himself while he's fucking us," I answer, barely holding
in a giggle.
Cam doubles over in laughter, taking his glasses off to wipe tears from
under his eyes.
"I'm right, aren't I?" I ask, gazing up at Lach, tracing the freckles on his
cheek with my fingertip.
"You know me so well," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Go
get your man." He smacks me on the ass, propelling me toward Jack.
My steps falter as I take in Jack's endless expanse of smooth skin. He's
so fucking beautiful.
"Come here," he says roughly.
I don't need to be told twice. I slide my arms around his torso, pushing
up on my toes to press a kiss to his chin. His beard tickles my nose as I
press my lips to his jaw, moving down to his throat, nibbling at his
collarbone, a rough groan urging me on. My lips coast over his chest, and I
flick my tongue over his nipple before licking a line from his sternum down
the midline of his abs. I drop to my knees, his cock sliding over my jaw as I
kiss and bite down his happy trail, driving him mad.
"Charlie, please," he begs, his hair falling into his face as he looks down
at me, golden eyes snatching the breath from my lungs.
"Let me worship you," I plead, sweeping my hands up his thighs,
tracing the outline of his muscles with my tongue, savoring how his body
reacts to my touch. When I reach the top of his thighs, I cradle his balls in
my hand, bringing them to my mouth, sucking on him until precum is
dripping from the tip. I wait for it to slide all the way down and catch it
with my tongue, licking him like an ice cream cone, sliding my tongue
along his slit to catch it all. His taste explodes over my senses, obliterating
the last remaining thread of restraint I was holding on to. My fingertips dig
into his hips as I take him in, pushing forward until he touches my throat. I
breathe through my nose, sliding my tongue forward to take him even
deeper. He's frozen in place, his muscles trembling from holding back. I
hum my disapproval, looking up at him with narrowed eyes as I swallow
around him.
"Fuck!" he roars, pulling at the ropes until they stretch enough to slide
over the edge of the door, giving him enough slack to slip them from his
wrists. His hands are buried in my hair before I can register what happened,
his fingers gentle as he holds my head still and fucks my face. His whole
body tenses, and he pulls back, stepping away from me.
"You're way too fucking good at that, Sassenach. You bruise my ego
every time."
"I can show you how, if you'd like?" I arch an eyebrow at him, biting
my lip.
"Maybe another time. Right now, I only want to feel you squirming as I
eat you out."
"Do you know what else naughty boys get?" I ask as he backs me
toward the bed, my heart rising in my throat, wondering how quickly he'll
shut me down.
"What's that, mo chridhe?"
"A good ass fucking. With a dildo," I amend, making sure he knows I'm
not pushing him toward something he may not be ready for.
"Mmmm," he groans, pushing me down on the bed, pulling my ankles
up to my shoulders, and slamming into me. "You like sucking my cock,
don't you?" he asks, watching as he pumps his cock in and out of me,
sliding his thumb in the moisture gathered there and bringing it up to my
clit.
I arch into his touch, every nerve ending vibrating with need. "Will you
let me fuck you?" I ask, not letting him ignore me. He stops thrusting,
looking down at me with dark eyes.
"I would let you do anything to me, Sassenach."
"I want you to want it, though," I protest, thinking he's saying yes
because that's what I want.
"The thought of you fucking me scares the crap out of me and turns me
all the way on. I want it. As long as your hands are on me, I want anything
you're offering. But first—" He drops to his knees and sucks my clit into his
mouth, alternating pressure as he pushes a finger into me. Fuck. I buck
against his face, seconds from coming. He releases me just as suddenly and
pulls me to my feet. "Go get it. I'll be here ready for you to rock my fucking
world."
Oh, God. Is this really happening? I run out to the front room and dig
through my bag, holding the dildo up in triumph when I finally find it. I
quickly wash it in the kitchen sink and then head back to the bedroom,
pausing in the doorway to marvel at these men I call mine. I don't think I'll
ever get used to this. Jack's gaze is on me, apprehension and lust warring
for dominance in his eyes. I glance over at Lach and Cam, but they're in
their own world, making out like they haven't seen each other in months.
"We don’t—" I start to say, but Jack cuts me off.
"I already told you I want to. Stop doubting me." His words are softened
by the gentle sweep of his fingers over my cheek as he pushes a lock of hair
behind my ear. "Let me?" he asks, taking the dildo from me, palming the
part that goes inside me to warm it up. Rough callouses scrape my hip as he
nudges me toward the bed, his eyes dark. "Get on your knees."

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M
y heart is thudding in my ears as I crawl onto the bed, every beat
flooding my body with intense desire. I arch my back, sticking my
ass out so Jack can insert the dildo. Before I can react, there’s the
light scratch of his beard, and then his tongue is circling my asshole,
making every muscle in my body clench.
"Jack—" I protest, my words cut off when I bite the fleshy part at the
base of my thumb to keep from moaning.
"Do you want me to stop?" He raises one dark eyebrow. My cheeks
heat. "You don’t like it?" I bury my face in my hands, embarrassment taking
over. "Do you like it, Charlotte?" he asks again, his lips against my ear.
I nod, mortification flooding my system.
"Sexual acts between consenting adults shouldn't be embarrassing, mo
chridhe," he says softly, pulling my hair back from my face.
"I just feel like it's wrong."
"How can it be wrong when it feels so right?" His chuckle slides down
my spine, lodging between my legs, making it hard to breathe. "Empty your
mind and try to relax. Focus on what you're feeling, not on what you're
thinking. We'll give it one more go. If you want me to stop, just tell me."
"Okay," I whisper, taking in several deep, calming breaths. His hands
slide down to my waist, callouses scraping over my skin in the most
delicious way. His lips are soft on the nape of my neck, his teeth hard as he
nips the slope of my shoulder, his tongue soft and wet as he licks his way
down my spine. Rough hands press me flat to the bed, pushing my knees
wide, cold air sweeping between my legs. I blow out a long breath, forcing
myself to stop thinking about what he might be seeing and focusing on the
way his hands grip my ass, his thumbs so close to my pussy, it makes me
want to scream. He lowers himself to his knees, kissing my inner thighs
before sliding his tongue back and forth over my clit. I tilt my hips, giving
him easier access. He rewards me by sucking me into his mouth, pulsing his
tongue, taking me right to the edge.
"God, Charlie," he moans, his lips vibrating against my clit. The warm
drag of his tongue through my folds has me trembling, my fingers twisting
into the sheets. He thrusts inside, pulling out to tease my perineum, then
diving back in. When I’m squirming against him, he pushes a finger into
me, then two, massaging my g-spot as his tongue ventures higher. The only
thing on my mind when he finally pushes his tongue against that ring of
muscle is coming. The first swipe of his tongue has my core clenching, the
second has me tumbling over the edge of conscious thought and into
absolute mayhem. I push back toward him, and he goes harder, lapping,
fucking, driving me hard, not letting up until the aftershocks are over.
"I may have misinterpreted the way your body responded, but I think
you liked it," Jack says, a smirk on his face as he rolls me over, my limbs as
boneless as a jellyfish. He grabs the dildo from the bed, holding it up.
"Ready?"
"Always." I open my knees, my eyes tracing the contours of his face as
he slides the silicone between my legs, circling my pussy before pushing it
in. I gasp, my back arching as it presses in places that are still too sensitive.
"Too soon?"
"No, just give me a second." I turn my head to look up at the head of the
bed, this angle giving me a very intimate view of Cam and Lach. Cam is on
top, his hands framing Lach's face, their lips locked together. Lach has a
firm grip on Cam's ass, pulling him down tight. I want to paint them – the
fluid lines of their bodies, layering light and shadows until I’ve captured
their quiet desperation. Jack massages my thighs, sliding his thumbs closer
and closer to my pussy with every pass until I'm straining for his touch.
"Ready?" he asks, holding his hand out to help me off the bed.
"Are you?" I counter, my stomach fluttering as I step away from the
bed.
He chuckles. "I'm ready for everything you want to give me, mo
chridhe."
He's not lying. He's hard as steel in my hand, twitching as I run my
thumb over his head. I push him back on the bed and he bends his legs,
planting his feet flat. I climb up and nestle my hips between his thick
thighs, loving how they squeeze around me.
"Should we see who can last longer?" Lach asks, his gaze ping-ponging
between all of us.
"What does the winner get?" Jack asks, folding his arms behind his
head, his biceps giving me butterflies in my stomach.
"I'll cook dinner for whoever wins," I offer, realizing how lame that
sounds once the words are already out of my mouth.
"You? Cook dinner?" Lach asks, his eyebrows raised.
"I haven't seen you cook anything more than a piece of toast the entire
time I've known you," Jack says, a smile pulling at his lips.
"Same," Cam agrees. "Very intriguing." The three of them exchange
glances, a silent transfer of information I have no hope of figuring out.
"It's a deal then," I say, trying not to be too offended that they think I'm
incapable of following a recipe. "What if I win?"
"You have your pick of rooms to turn into your art studio," Jack says,
not even having to think about it.
"Seriously?"
"Do your worst, Sassenach."
Cam untangles himself from Lach, motioning for him to lie next to
Jack. Cam squirts lube on his cock before handing it over to me. I'm already
throbbing–there's no fucking chance I'll be able to last much longer. I
squeeze some lube onto my finger, giving my body a reprieve for the time
being.
My breath catches as I get a front-row seat to Cam sinking into Lach
with one sure stroke. The ripple of their muscles as they adjust to the
sensations, their moans as he begins to move. I'm so fucked. I squeeze my
hand around the base of Jack's cock, sliding my lubed-up finger between his
cheeks to tease him. His abs flex, his whole body tensing, then he takes a
deep breath, his gaze holding mine as he forces his body to relax. My finger
slips in to the first knuckle and I put pressure on the muscle, stretching him
before sliding in further and massaging his prostate.
"Jesus," he groans, thrusting into my hand, desperate. I pour lube into
my hand, spreading it on the dildo and over his cock with gentle strokes. I
nudge the dildo between his cheeks, bearing down with my hips with light
pressure until he's opening for me, ready for more.
"You're doing so well," I say, my voice husky. I watch as the head of the
dildo disappears inside of him, giving him time to adjust by stroking him
from base to tip. When he's thrusting into my hand again, I put steady
pressure against him, the dildo sinking all the way in.
"Fuck, Charlie," he pants, his chest heaving, eyes barely open.
"Too much?"
"Never enough." He reaches down and turns on the vibe, then covers
my hand with his, both of us jerking him off, allowing me to concentrate on
fucking him the way he deserves. Cam's hips slap against Lach's thighs with
every thrust, the sound like the crack of a whip urging me on. The vibe’s
insistent attack on my clit combined with the push and pull against my g-
spot makes my extremities feel fuzzy, and my vision blurs around the
edges. Fuck. I lean forward, planting my free hand on the bed, leaving
space for our hands between us.
"I—"
"I know." He cups my face, his gaze locking with mine, and my world
explodes. Before I realize what's happening, Jack pulls away, discarding the
toy as he hooks his leg under mine, fliping us over, and buries his cock
deep. One thrust and he's coming with me, his hands tight on my hips,
pulling me tight to him. Our lips crash together before the aftershocks wear
off, wild desperation turning into tenderness.
"Come here," I murmur to Lach once I’ve come back to earth, laughing
when he scrambles out from under Cam. Jack disentangles himself, and
Lach takes his place, spreading my legs wide, his nostrils flaring. He runs
his finger through me, gathering Jack's cum and pushing it back inside
before dragging his cock down my slit and sliding home with a relieved
groan.
I can't manage to tear my gaze away from Lach's face as Cam moves
into position behind him. I clench around Lach, a visceral response to his
eyes rolling back as Cam fills him. Lach's broken groan is wildfire in my
veins, igniting everything in its path. I whimper, my body making the climb
whether I’m ready or not.
"Hold the fuck up," Jack grumbles, launching himself against the
headboard and pulling me on top of him, my back pressed to his chest. He
slides into my pussy before Lach can shuffle over, getting his cock slick
before positioning himself between my cheeks. Lach takes his place
between my thighs, fisting his shaft, sliding the head of his cock through
my folds before they both push into me simultaneously.
Holy fucking God.
Cam reaches around Lach, sliding his thumb over my clit as he slowly
sinks into Lach’s ass. Jack grabs my knees, opening them wide and using
them as leverage to bounce me up and down on both of their dicks. I have
no hope with how their muscles flex around me – in me, their hands all over
me, all over each other, two cock filling me so full the line blurs between
pleasure and pain. I want it all. With one last violent thrust, we shatter into a
million pieces, floating in the ether until consciousness slowly rears her
sleepy head.
"I swear I heard bagpipes playing when I was coming," Lach groans,
rolling off of me.
"You're full of shit," Cam says, laughing.
"More like full of cum," Lach yawns, winking at me. "Who won?"
"Charlotte came first," Jack says, ratting me out. "I was second. So I
think that means you and Cam tied for first."
"Can’t wait for that dinner," Cam murmurs, holding his hand out to me
and helping me off the bed. "Family shower, and then we're all going to get
the best sleep of our lives."
Family. I like the sound of that.

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I
wake up to the smell of bacon tickling my nose, dust motes dancing in
the sunlight streaming through the windows. My cheek is warm
pillowed against Cam's dark curls, Lach's arm draped over us both. I can
hear Jack pouring coffee in the kitchen, humming under his breath. I wish I
could stay here like this forever. Jack comes into the room holding two
steaming cups of coffee, his hair pulled into a messy knot, his smile making
my stomach flutter.
"Would you like to join me for coffee, Sassenach?"
I nod, carefully disentangling myself and sliding off the bed. I pull on
underwear and a tank top before padding out to meet him. I stop in the
doorway, overwhelmed by the beauty. The lake is glass under the fingers of
mist dissipating into the brightness of the morning. Sunlight bathes Jack in
an ethereal glow, limning his profile with gold as he turns toward me. I
swallow hard, my breath catching as his whisky eyes rake over me.
I take one step forward, then another, wrapping my hands around the
mug he hands me, leaning into his touch as he cradles my face in his palm.
"What kind of creature are you?" he whispers, studying me. "A siren
born of misty mornings, luring unsuspecting men to their fate?" His thumb
tugs at my bottom lip. "A selkie that shed her auburn coat among the
crashing waves, venturing to land to find her lover?"
"Or a Charlotte that was discarded by her old life, grew a pair, and went
on an adventure, finding more than she ever thought possible."
"They’re all fools not to see how fucking amazing you are," he says,
tilting my chin so I'm looking him in the eyes.
"I know," I murmur, and for once, I mean it. I smile, pushing to my
tiptoes and pressing my lips to his. We pull two chairs together and sit
facing the water, sipping our coffee.
I hear Lach and Cam stirring after several minutes, both coming out
laden with plates of food.
"You did all this?" I ask Jack, my mouth watering at the spread on the
plate Lach hands me. Bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, cinnamon rolls, and a glass
of orange juice to wash everything down.
"Jet lag," he shrugs, "I'll probably get used to it the day we leave."
"So, what are you cooking us tonight, Carebear?" Lach asks, shoveling
a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
"Tonight?" My voice breaks, the word coming out more like a squeak.
"Unless you have other plans?" He knows exactly what he's doing with
his lopsided grin, boyish freckles popping in the sun, eyes twinkling.
"Fine. But I’m dessert."
"Fucking deal."
"I can be your sous chef," Cam says, licking frosting from his fingers,
his wink making my heart melt into a puddle of goo.
"Once you know what you want to make, give me a list, and I'll make a
grocery store run," Jack says, reaching out for my empty plate.

N one of us can bear to go back inside after breakfast. Lach is hunched over
his laptop, his hair spiky from running his hands through it so many times.
The echo of Jack chopping wood reverberates off the trees around us, and
I'm almost tempted to find him except for the warmth of Cam's torso on my
back as we scroll recipes on Pinterest together.
"What do you like to cook?" he asks after a few minutes, his lips against
my ear.
"I don't like to cook anything," I say honestly.
"Okay... what can you cook?"
"Everything."
"You're a cocky little witch, aren't you?" he chuckles, catching the shell
of my ear in his teeth.
"Not cocky. Just good at following directions."
"That's a dangerous bit of information." He slides his hand down my
arm, taking my phone from my hands and setting it down on the deck.
"Oh yeah?"
"Number one: don't make a sound." He cups my breasts, rolling my
nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I clamp my mouth closed,
swallowing my moan.
"Number two: open your legs," he whispers, glancing over at Lach to
make sure he's still engrossed in his work. I let my knees fall open, relaxing
against him.
"Number three," he groans, sliding his hand over my stomach and inside
my panties, "Show me what you really like." He slides his middle finger
down my slit, bringing it back up to tease my clit. I arch my back, pushing
my hips toward his hand. He switches to two fingers, circling them over me
until I'm bucking against his hand.
"You're so fucking responsive," he breathes, his voice low and husky. "It
makes me want to spend every minute of every day in bed with you until I
find what makes you squirm, what makes you scream my name, what
makes you cum with a single touch." He switches positions, trapping my
clit between his pointer and ring finger, his middle finger riding over the top
as he slides his hand back and forth.
"Fuck, Cam." I strain against him as he drags his hand back, an orgasm
ripping through me without warning.
"There it is. Good girl," he groans, keeping his hand between my legs
until the aftershocks fade, then brings his fingers so his mouth, licking them
clean.
Lach's shadow falls over us, blocking out the sun.
"Number one," he rasps, his eyes dark. "Turn around."
I obey, my heart in my throat.
"Number two: take out Cam's cock."
Cam swallows hard, his gaze following my hands as I pull down the
front of his boxers and set him free.
"Number three," Lach groans, desire dripping from every word. "Taste
him."
I swipe away the drop of precum with my tongue, one taste not nearly
enough.
"Cup his balls," Lach commands, giving up on pretenses. "Good, now
massage them, pulling down gently." I do as I’m told, and Cam becomes
putty in my hands, his eyelids fluttering closed with a muffled curse. Lach
kneels on the chair behind me, pulling my underwear to the center to
expose my ass cheeks. His low groan has me arching my back and pushing
back into his hands. "Slide your tongue back and forth over his frenulum
while you massage him."
The realization that Lach is telling me what Cam likes from experience
has moisture flooding my panties. This is so fucking hot. I press the flat of
my tongue to the sensitive skin on the bottom of Cam's cock, pulsing it
there. My entire body shakes when Lach bites my ass, a warning before he
sucks my clit into his mouth through my underwear, flicking his tongue
over me.
"Now fuck him with your mouth," he says, straightening, pulling my
hair back as he watches me swallow Cam's cock.
"God, Charlie, you're too fucking good at that," Cam gasps, gripping the
sides of the chair, his knuckles white.
"You're such a good girl," Lach praises, gripping my waist to anchor me
before pressing his hips against me, my underwear preventing him from
slamming home.
"All the way, love. Show him what that mouth can do. Don't hold back."
I whimper around Cam's cock as Lach pulls my underwear to the side
and sinks his finger into my pussy. I moan, Cam's hips flexing in response,
his cock pushing into my throat, making me gag. Lach stands up, walks to
the head of the chair, and slowly lowers it until Cam is flat. Then he returns
to me, pulling my ankles so I'm lying flat on my stomach, straddling one of
Cam's thighs.
"What—?" Whatever I was going to ask turns into a moan as he spanks
my ass; then he's jerking my underwear to the side, notching his cock at my
entrance, and sliding home.
"I don't like hearing you gag, Charlie. Hold him steady." I look over my
shoulder at him in confusion, only for his meaning to dawn on me when I
see he's in the perfect position to suck Cam off.
"I—" Cam starts to protest, but Lach swallows him down, taking him
deeper every time he thrusts into me. The rhythmic press of his hips has my
clit sliding along Cam's leg, the friction building quickly. I palm Cam's
balls, my fingertips positioned just above them, pulling gently in time with
Lach's thrusts. Cam's broken groan rips the ground out from under us.
Cam's balls tighten in my hand, emptying into Lach's eager mouth while
Lach's cum fills me up. Lach sits back on his heels, pulling me up, his hand
rough on my jaw as he crushes his mouth to mine, Cam's cum sliding off
his tongue and onto mine.
Holy fucking God.
He breaks away with a gasp, his nostrils flaring. He slides his thumb
between my thighs, pulling it back slick with cum, then coats my lips,
pushing into my mouth. I lick him clean, my body throbbing. "Now go find
Jack and see what he wants to do about my cum dripping down your
thighs."

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pad across the deck and down the steps, careful not to snag my toes on
the planks. Jack's facing the water, back to me, the axe across his
shoulders with his arms slung over it. His pants are slung low on his
hips, his torso glistening. He has no right to look so fucking good.
"Hey," I whisper, trying not to startle him.
"Hey, you." He turns toward me, setting the axe against a tree. His gaze
slides from my lips to my nipples, then down to the apex of my thighs, his
eyebrow cocking. "Have you been a naughty girl?" He grips my waist and
lifts me onto an old stump, his palms scraping over the delicate skin of my
shoulders as he pulls me against him and buries his face in my neck. I wind
my arms around him, squeezing him tight, breathing him in.
"I like you like this," he mumbles, his lips moving against my skin.
"Like what?"
"Freshly fucked. Soft. Carefree."
"I like me like this too," I chuckle, nipping at his earlobe.
"Whose cum is dripping down your thighs, Charlotte?" His voice is
rough, every word coated in desire.
"Lach's," I whisper, gasping as he drags his hands down my body.
"I want to see." He lifts me off the stump with one arm, pulling his t-
shirt from his pocket and laying it over the rough wood before my ass
makes contact. He drops to the ground in front of me, hands rough as he
pushes my knees wide. "Fuck," he growls, his jaw ticking. The button on
his pants is undone before I can blink, and he's pulling out his thick cock.
He slides his fingers up my thighs and then wipes them on his cock, hips
flexing as he fucks himself.
God, that's hot. I whimper, my pussy throbbing.
He wrenches my panties apart, his eyes darkening when he sees his best
friend's cum coating me.
"Fuck, Charlotte," he groans. I shiver as he dips his tongue into me, his
eyes fluttering closed at the first taste. "The taste of both of you together is
the best fucking thing I've ever had in my mouth," he rasps, his breath
stuttering. He licks me clean, sucking my clit into his mouth in one hard
pull before sitting back on his heels, breathing hard. "Not yet," he says in
answer to my mewl of protest. "I have something to show you." He pulls his
pants up, holding a hand out to me and helping me to my feet.
"Look what I found." A wood-fired jacuzzi tub and a small cylindrical
sauna sit tucked into a stand of pines. The chimney of the jacuzzi is already
chugging out smoke, a small pile of wood standing at the ready next to it. I
practically melt off the stump in anticipation, my muscles desperate for
relief after last night. And this morning. And the last three months, if I'm
being honest.
Jack helps me with my tank top, and I peel off his pants and boxers.
"Charlie!" Cam's melodic voice floats down to us in the breeze. "Text
me the recipe and we'll run to the store for the ingredients!"
"Okay! Give me one second!" I call back up. "Can I borrow your
phone?" I ask, turning back to Jack.
"Get in. We'll pick something out together." He helps me up the steps
and into the steaming water, sinking in behind me with a groan. "Fuck this
is nice. I know what I'm buying the second we're back home."
I settle between his legs, staring up at the trees towering above us.
Perfect solitude with the perfect man. I'm in heaven.
"What's your favorite thing to cook?" he asks, lightly massaging my
shoulders.
"What's your favorite thing to eat?" I counter, groaning when he focuses
in on a knot. "If I'm cooking, I want to make sure it's worth the effort."
"You're my favorite thing to eat, Sassenach."
A spike of desire streaks down my spine as his words come to life in my
mind. The scratch of his beard on my thighs, his tongue sliding through my
folds⁠—
"Concentrate, mo chridhe," he chuckles, sweeping my hair over one
shoulder and pressing a kiss to my neck.
"What's your favorite thing to eat other than my pussy?" I ask, looking
over my shoulder at him.
"You're not going to like the answer to that, either," he says, giving my
ass a squeeze.
"Jack!"
He laughs, drawing me closer, forcing me to relax into him. I don't need
encouragement.
"A good stew with fresh bread is probably my favorite thing," he says,
finally giving a serious answer.
"What about Cam and Lach?"
"Neither of them would turn that down."
"Will you hand me your phone? I'll look up a recipe."
"You don't need a recipe, Charlotte. If you'll let me, I'll teach you how
my mom used to make it. How she taught me to make it."
"But I'm supposed to cook for you guys."
"Nothing in the bet said we couldn't cook together. We did come
together, so technically, we both lost."
"True. Thank you, Jack." I turn around, leaning against the opposite side
of the jacuzzi to look at him.
"For what?" he asks, looking up from his phone, his fingers pausing
while listing ingredients.
"Everything." That's the honest answer. This man has changed
everything about me in the span of three months. The way I view the world.
The way I view myself.
He fires off the text and throws his phone over his shoulder, grabbing
my calves and wrapping my legs around his waist. Warm water drips down
the side of my face as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes
glowing gold in the morning light.
"It's me that should be thanking you, lass." He tips my chin up, holding
my gaze.
"I didn't do anything," I protest.
"You did everything. You grounded us. Gave us purpose. Something to
work for. A reason to keep going. Keep breathing. A reason to live. I didn't
think I'd ever have that again."
Fuck.
He wipes my tears away with his thumbs, lowering his lips to mine in a
tender kiss.
"Fucking hell," he laughs, clearing his throat. "Time to change the topic.
Can I ask you a question?"
"Always."
"I asked you a while ago what your plans for the future looked like.
What about now?"
My smile trembles, emotions running high. "I see tourism at the castle
thriving to the point that the entire estate is self-sustainable. I see us all
learning how to live and work together and doing a damn good job of it. I
see us going to the best fertility doctor the UK has to offer so we can have
some babies running around those halls."
"Don't go too fast," he laughs, his eyes sparkling, "We have years to
make up for before we have little ones to take care of."
"Well, that can be the ten-year plan," I concede, smiling. "How about
you?"
"My ten-year plan is keeping you happy."
"Oh, come on," I pout, wanting a real answer.
"You gave my life meaning, Charlotte. Do you think I'm going to fuck
that up?"
"But what about your dreams and goals? You can't give that up because
of me."
"Then I guess I'm pretty lucky they align with yours, aren't I? My
lifetime goal has always been for the estate to pay for itself so that I'm not
passing on a burden. You and I working together to accomplish that? It's
better than I could have ever dreamed of." He curls a strand of my hair
around his fingers, his gaze holding mine. "The sex is good – scratch that,
it's fucking great. The best sex I've had in my entire life. But if something
were to happen, I need you to know that sex is just the cherry on top,
Charlotte."
"And what about Lach?"
"It's complicated, Sassenach. He's still my best friend outside of the
bedroom, and I don't want that to change. But when we're all together, and
I'm watching him fuck you..." he trails off, scrubbing his hands over his
face. "It's like all bets are off. There is something feral in me that craves
giving pleasure. I want to make him come harder than he ever has before.
Tell me you understand."
"I understand." And I do. I've done things with them that I never thought
I would do in the bedroom. I surge forward, the water sloshing over the side
of the tub, and trap his face between my hands, kissing him hard, letting
him know I accept him exactly the way he is. He opens for me, one hand
tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, the other pressed between my
shoulder blades, holding me close. I jerk in his arms, startled by the cold
splash of a raindrop hitting my nose.
"Should we go inside?" I ask, looking up at the ominous clouds rolling
in.
"We're already wet, Charlotte. And if you think I'm going to give up a
chance to make love to you in a jacuzzi in the rain, you better think again"
He pulls my face back to his, plundering my mouth, his cock hard between
us. I flex my hips against him, dragging my clit up and down his shaft. I use
his shoulders for leverage, pulling myself up until his cock is notched at my
entrance. He holds my gaze as he grips my hips, pulling me down while
thrusting up at the same time, filling me hard and deep.
"You're so fucking tight," he groans, holding me still. Lightning flashes
overhead, thunder rolling across the lake several seconds later. The rain is
pelting us now, steam rising from the ground around us.
"It's now or never." I rock my hips against him, breaking his hold. He
slides his hand down my back and over my ass, his middle finger nudging
between my cheeks. I arch my back, pushing into his touch, moaning as he
sinks his finger into me, gripping my ass with the rest of his hand and
pulling me up and down his cock. His hair brushes my cheeks as he dips
down, catching my nipple in his mouth. I ride him in earnest then,
electricity crackling over our skin, my nails raking his back as I scramble
for purchase against wet skin.
"Come for me, Charlie." He catches my lower lip between his teeth,
taking me under with a searing kiss. He grips my hip with his free hand,
forcing my pelvis to tilt, changing the angle of his cock until he can feel my
clit dragging along his shaft with every thrust. We explode together,
fragments of stars dancing behind our lids as lightning tears the world apart
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ack wraps me in his shirt and bolts through the pelting rain up the stairs
and into the cabin. By the time we're finished showering, Lach and Cam
are banging through the cabin's front door loaded with bags, including
several from the liquor store. Lach finds me in the bedroom, pulling me
down to sit beside him on the bed.
"Was what we did on the deck earlier okay?" he asks, a crease of worry
between his brows. "I feel like I should've stayed with you, but I knew you
would want to go down to Jack, and—" I put my head on his arm, pressing
my finger to his lips.
"Lach, I'm fine. More than fine."
"You're sure?" he asks, tipping my chin up and searching my eyes.
"I'm sure." I bite my lip to keep my grin tamed, wondering how long it
will take them to realize I won't break.
"It was pretty hot, wasn't it?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow. I laugh,
framing his face with my hands and pressing my lips to his.
"What will you and Cam do while Jack and I cook?" I ask, pulling on
thick socks to keep my feet warm on the kitchen tile.
"I have some emails to catch up on, and Cam was mumbling
incoherently about a poem most of the time at the grocery store, so I'm
guessing he'll be working on that." He shrugs.
"A poem? Does he usually write poetry?"
"Not that I know of, but he likes to write, so I wouldn't put it past him.
He gets a little extra when he's in that headspace, though. Just to give you a
heads up."
"What does that mean?"
"You'll see."
Color me intrigued. "Would you like a cocktail while you finish
working," I ask, feeling very fifties housewife-ish and loving it.
"Yes, darling," he drawls in a posh English accent.
"Negroni. Sbagliato. With Prosecco in it?" I ask, butchering the accent.
He snorts, his eyes sparkling.
"God, I love you. A drink would be great, Carebear. Thank you." He
presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and I turn, catching his lips with
mine, deepening the kiss.
"Thank you, Lach."
"For what?" he murmurs, folding me into his arms.
"For knowing me better than I know myself. For believing in me when I
couldn't."
"That was all you, baby."
"But it wasn't. I wouldn't be with any of you if you didn't help me see
what was staring me in the face the whole time. If you hadn't encouraged
me to go with my gut, I would be back living in the pool house and going
on that horrible interview my mom set up." I shiver in disgust.
"I doubt that, Charlie. Maybe that's who you were when you were
younger, but not anymore." A call comes in that he has to take, and he
kisses me quickly before picking up his laptop and heading outside.
I make my way to the kitchen to find Jack unpacking the last of the
groceries, joggers slung low on his hips, hiding absolutely nothing.
"How am I supposed to learn anything when you look like that?" I ask,
raking my nails down his abdomen and watching his muscles quiver.
"And how am I supposed to teach you anything when the counter is the
perfect height for fucking you?" He grips my waist and hoists me onto the
butcher block, my legs reflexively wrapping around him, pulling him closer.
"I bet you could teach me a thing or two," I say, my voice husky,
leaning forward and flicking my tongue over his nipple. My stomach
chooses that very inopportune moment to growl. Loudly.
"I bet I can," he murmurs... "But we need food first." He pushes away
from me with a groan and starts organizing the ingredients. While he's
doing that, I work on making Lach a drink.
"Not a negroni, but hopefully an old-fashioned will do?" I ask as I step
out onto the deck, setting one of the glasses on the side table for Cam.
"Thank you, beautiful." He takes it from me, then pulls me down into
his lap, setting his laptop to the side. "I hope you know how much I love
you, Charlie. I'm so thankful for your presence in my life," he mumbles, his
lips buried in my hair.
"Is everything okay?" I ask, twisting in his arms to look at him.
"No," he says truthfully, his eyes sad. "I'm organizing a trip for a couple
who just returned from their honeymoon two weeks ago. She went to the
doctor a few days ago and was told she has two months left to live. Life is
so fucking unfair."
I wipe the tears from his cheeks, wrapping my arms around his neck.
My heart breaks for him. I never thought about the emotional toll the trips
must take on him.
"What you're doing is amazing," I whisper, tilting his chin so his gaze
meets mine. "I'm so fucking proud of you. Is there anything I can do to help
share the burden?"
"Having someone to talk to about it is more help than you know,
Charlie." His smile is watery. "Get back to the kitchen. Cam is coming out
in a second, so I'll have company."
"Okay. I love you."
"I love you too, Charlie Bear."
"Yes!" I pump my fist. "New nickname unlocked!" I grin and head back
inside to the sound of his laughter, my heart a little lighter, having made
him laugh.
Jack's putting the finishing touches on two cocktails when I walk back
into the kitchen. It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room when
he looks up at me, whisky eyes making me tipsy with one glance. I bite my
lip, unable to stop my gaze from sliding down his body. God help me.
"Don't look at me like that, Sassenach." He hands me my drink, a
dangerous glint in his eyes.
"I can't fucking help it." I take a sip, looking at him over the rim, trying
to tamp down the lust surging through my system. I know exactly what I
need to do to balance the scales. I strip off my sweatshirt and leggings,
leaving on my knee-high socks, thong, and cropped t-shirt.
"Why, Charlotte?" he asks, his words choked.
"Now it's fair. We'll both be equally distracted."
"Supper will be inedible."
"There are other things to eat," I remind him, wiggling my eyebrows.
"Bloody hell." He pushes his hand through his hair, his gaze raking over
me. "Get over here."
I walk around the counter, stand at his side and wait for instructions,
blowing out a long breath.
We quickly get into a rhythm as he shows me how to make his
grandmother's no-knead bread, leaving the dough to rise at the opposite end
of the counter. Next is the stew, which needs to cook for a few hours.
"Do you want to tackle the veggies together?" He asks, holding a knife
out to me, handle first, his fingers pinching the blade.
"Sure." He sets a cutting board down in front of me. "I'll do the onions,"
I offer.
"Charlie. Are you sure? I don't want you to chop a finger off."
I snatch the onion from his hands, slice off the ends, peel away the outer
layer, and have it diced in under twenty seconds.
His jaw drops. "Is this like what you pulled at the bar when we were
playing pool? You pretending not to know how to cook, but you actually
went to culinary school?" he asks, his eyes narrowing.
"Is it my fault you assumed I don't know how to cook?" I ask, planting
my hands on my hips.
"Charlie, I've never seen you cook a single thing the entire time I've
known you."
"That doesn't mean I don't know how. I just don't find it fun or relaxing
like so many people seem to. Although, I'm starting to see its appeal," I say,
looking at the outline of his cock pointedly.
"Duly noted." He slides the rest of the onions and garlic my way, taking
the carrots, potatoes, and celery for himself.
"Now we brown the meat," he says, turning on the heat under a heavy
cast iron pot. I watch him while he works – the way he moves, the
concentration etched on his face, his easy smiles – and fall for him all over
again.
Once the meat is brown and the veggies caramelized, we dump in
tomatoes and beef broth and lower the heat. Jack sets a timer so we know
when to get the bread in the oven, and then we finally have the opportunity
to join Cam and Lach on the deck. I reach for my drink, but Jack grabs me
first, swinging me onto the counter.
"Do you think I'm going to let you leave this kitchen without taking
advantage of these countertops?" he rasps, running his hand under my shirt
and cupping my breast.
"I thought you said we needed to eat first?" I tease, moaning as he nips
at my ear.
"I did. And I mean it. We're not having another fuck fest until we have
food in our stomachs. Kissing? Sure." He bites my nipple through my shirt,
and I arch into him, my body thrumming. "Heavy petting? Yes, please," he
continues, pushing me back on my elbows as he kisses his way down my
stomach.
"So what are the rules?" I ask, breathing hard.
"No coming."
I open my legs wider as he presses a kiss between my legs, my clit
begging for attention.
"Are you guys almost done?" Lach calls, a panicked ring to his voice.
"Rain check," Jack murmurs, pulling my underwear aside and sliding
his tongue over my clit before straightening.
"You'll pay for that!" I hiss, hopping off the counter, grabbing my drink,
and stomping outside.
I stop dead in my tracks when I see Cam. He looks like he's been trying
to pull his hair out for the last thirty minutes – curls disheveled, eyes wild.
"Everything okay out here?" I ask, keeping my voice soft.
"Cam has had a poem knocking around in his head all day—" Lach
begins, but Cam cuts him off.
"But now that I'm sitting down to write it, it won't come out." He looks
rather desperate, and I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling. He's so
goddamn cute.
"Can I hear what you have so far?" I ask, wincing when he drops his
head into his hands.
"I'll read you what I have, but then I'm putting it away for tonight." He
scrubs his hands over his face, unfolds a crumpled piece of paper, clears his
throat, and begins reading.
My heart cannot contain
these deep-rooted feelings
that flood the banks
of what used to be stone,
then turned into mud,
and now into bone.
A skeleton forged
in the furnace of love,
strong enough to withstand
the harshest conditions,
yet soft enough to quake
with the touch of her hand,
and turn to dust
with the gentlest kiss.
Only to be made whole again
when those three words leave her lips.
"God, I love your brain." I sit down facing him on the lounger, flinging
my arms around his neck. "Please never change," I whisper, inhaling his
scent, memorizing this moment.
He buries his face in my hair, holding me tight. "I won't, little witch. I
promise."

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I
can't stop staring at her. The way the breeze off the lake makes the silky
auburn strands of her hair get stuck in her eyelashes. The way her
graceful fingers sweep the waves away from her face and tuck them
behind the delicate pink shell of her ear. The way her teeth sink into her
bottom lip when she catches me staring. The sparkle in her eyes as she's
describing her dream art studio. I glance over at Lach, trying to hold back a
smile as he asks her more questions so we can give her exactly what she
wants.
He and Cam share a lounger, fingers intertwined, Lach's chin resting on
Cam's dark curls. When I see them together and the glow of happiness
surrounding them, I feel a profound sense of contentment, like everything is
finally right with the world. I turn my gaze inward, trying to puzzle out my
emotions surrounding Lach. He's the only man I've ever been attracted to,
and I don't think that will ever change. I've been sheltering that piece of
myself for years, thinking it would shrivel with time, but our friendship
only nurtured it and made it stronger.
This desire to dissect and label our relationship comes from societal
pressure. I've always bucked the system and don't plan to stop now. We can
see where things go with no end destination in mind. We've been friends
through situations a lot more difficult to navigate than this, though
admittedly, this is uncharted territory, and I'm determined to become an
expert corporeal cartographer.
The alarm on my phone goes off, and Charlie jumps up, taking my hand
and pulling me into the kitchen.
"What do we do now?" she asks, bringing the bread dough to the island.
I position her between my body and the counter, slinging flour over the
granite before turning out the dough.
"We need to knead the dough a few times and then shape it," I say,
hooking my thumbs into the sides of her underwear. "Sprinkle some flour
over the top and smooth it over the surface, I instruct," pressing my lips to
her hair as she follows my instructions. "Now, give it a little tap." I bite my
lip, waiting to see what she does.
"Good dough," she says, mimicking my brogue. She slaps it and
promptly dissolves into laughter as we watch it jiggle. "That's strangely
satisfying, isn't it?" She looks up at me, the heat in my gaze bringing out the
color in her cheeks.
"Now we shape it," I rasp, unable to ignore the way her scent wraps
around me. I cover her hands with mine, showing her how to roll the dough
into shape, bringing in the edges to form a perfectly round loaf. I swallow
my groan as I step away from her to line a Dutch oven with parchment
paper. "The loaf needs to proof for about twenty minutes before we put it in
the oven," I say, placing the pot on the opposite side of the stove as the stew
for some residual heat. I turn back toward her, catching her checking out my
ass, except now her gaze is on my very erect cock. She licks her lips, pupils
dilating.
"And what do we do while we wait?" Her voice is husky, practically
dripping with desire.
I wipe the counter off and wash my hands, the heat of her gaze roaring
over my skin like wildfire. "We test my theory about the counters being the
perfect height." I spread a clean hand towel on the counter and lift her up,
her legs wrapping around me and pulling me close. Her face feels so
delicate and soft under my hands as I draw her mouth to mine, nibbling on
her lower lip. She groans, sweeping her tongue over my lips before pushing
into my mouth, taking what she needs. I fit my hips between her thighs,
rocking against her. The sound of her moaning my name nearly ends me.
"Jack," she pants, pulling back. "I need you in me. Now."
She doesn't need to tell me twice. I slide her panties down her legs,
pushing her thighs wide so I can see how wet she is for me. Fuck. I palm
my cock, dragging the tip along her slit, pulsing at her clit. She gasps, her
tits swaying with each trembling breath. I push her shirt up with my free
hand, palming her, tracing her areola with my thumb before flicking it over
her nipple. Her reaction has my balls drawing up, my core clenching with
need. Foreheads pressed together, air mingling, we watch as I notch myself
at her entrance. I stay like that for a few seconds, the anticipation of her wet
heat clenching around me almost too much to handle.
"God, Jack. Please," Charlie groans, the desperation in her voice like
gasoline on a fire.
"I'm no god, Charlie."
"It sure as fuck feels like it when you're in me." My moan drowns out
her words as I slam into her, her pussy squeezing around me, transporting
me to another dimension.
"You feel so goddamn good." I seat myself to the hilt, slide my hand
around her neck, pull her mouth to mine, our tongues lashing out in a battle
of wills. Two more thrusts and we're riding on the edge of life and death.
My balls throb painfully as I pull out and drop my head against her
shoulder, breathing hard. "Not yet, mo chridhe. Not yet."

D inner turned out perfectly . Eating it around a bonfire with my


favorite people made it even better.
"Who wants to play a game?" Lach asks once we're finished, flames
reflecting off his features as he looks around the fire at us.
"What kind of game?" I ask, suspicious of the smirk twisting those full
lips.
"One that will take our minds off tomorrow."
"I'm game," Charlie says, grinning, sitting forward in her seat. You
would never know by looking at her that tomorrow is one of the most
important days of her life.
"I'm in," Cam seconds, a spark in his eyes.
"Fine," I say, raising my eyebrow as I wait for him to explain the game.
"I have four sticks in my hand. Three long, one short. Whoever draws
the short stick gets to tell the rest of us what to do for the rest of the night."
"Yes!" Charlie jumps up, eager to be the first to try her chances. She
pulls a stick from his closed fist and quickly realizes she has no idea if it's
long or short.
"Come on, somebody else go!" She bounces on the balls of her feet,
adrenaline clearly kicking in. I reach over and pull a stick from Lach's hand.
It's the same length as Charlie's. Nerves batter my stomach, anticipation
snatching the breath from my lungs.
"Cam, it's you or me," Lach says, holding out his hand.
Cam pulls the stick from Lach's fist at a snail's pace. Short. I blow out a
controlled breath, the rush of disappointment surprising me.
"There it is," Lach says softly, looking up at Cam with complete trust.
"What's first?"
"I want all of you to strip. I'll be right back," Cam says, pulling out his
phone and playing music. He sets it on the arm of his chair, then turns on
his heel and jogs up the steps to the cabin.
Charlie grabs the hem of her shirt, peels it off, and tosses it to the side,
quickly followed by her thong. The moisture between her thighs reflects the
firelight as she removes her socks. Her gaze goes to Lach, and mine
follows. The veins in his hands catch my eye as he unbuttons his shirt. I
swallow hard as he shrugs it off, letting it fall to his chair.
For the first time in a long time, I let myself look. His nipples pebble in
response to the cool evening air, his impeccable muscles lit to perfection by
the rippling light. The sound of his zipper has air catching in my throat, my
hands fisting at my sides as his pants drop to his feet. He hooks his thumb
in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly, my hand going to
my cock automatically when he exposes the base of his shaft. I run my palm
over myself through my pants, barely breathing as his waistband catches on
the head of his cock before he springs out, thick and heavy. I can feel
Charlie's gaze on me, and I know without even looking at her that this is
turning her on.
"Your turn," Lach says, his voice rough with desire. I hold his gaze as I
reach up and gather my hair, watching his eyes darken as I tie it back. I
stretch the waist of my joggers, letting them dip even lower in the front, my
cock straining at the fabric. I slide them down slowly, stopping just before
the head is exposed.
"Jack—" Lach says, his voice cracking.
"—Please," Charlie finishes, the word barely more than a whimper.
Fuck. I push my joggers down all the way, fisting my cock, the tip
already glistening.
We all turn as we hear Cam banging down the stairs, a lounger hanging
awkwardly from one arm, and a pile of blankets held tight in the other, the
lube sticking out of his pocket. He drags two chairs away from the fire,
laying blankets on the ground, saving one to drape over the lounger. He
strips in record time, his pale skin rosy in the light of the fire.
"If anyone is uncomfortable at any time, we all stop. Okay?" he says,
looking between us, waiting for our verbal affirmations. "Charlie, come
here." He beckons for her, and she obeys immediately. "We'll let them
watch for a minute, and then it's their turn." He sits in the lounger,
spreading his legs so Charlie can sit between them. Lach and I watch as he
slides his hands over her waist, cupping her breasts before flicking his
thumbs over her nipples. My cock twitches in my hand as she responds to
his touch, arching her back, her body begging for more. Goosebumps race
over her skin as his hands slide over the dip in her waist to her thighs,
pulling them wide. He whispers something in her ear, and she moans,
covering his hand with hers and sliding it between her legs.
Lach and I groan in tandem as Cam sinks his middle finger inside her,
getting it wet before bringing it back up to tease her clit. He whispers into
her ear again, and she nods, her gaze bouncing between me and Lach.
"Jack—" Cam begins his first command.
"Wait," Lach interrupts, breathless. His body crashes into mine before I
register what's happening. I slide my hands over his muscled back as our
lips meet, angling my head, teeth and tongues clashing. He pulls back just
as suddenly, his hands cradling my face. "You can say no if you want to."
"I don't want to," I whisper, admitting it to both of us for the first time.
"Jack, stand behind Lach and jerk him off the way you would if it was
your own cock. Show him what you like," Cam instructs, his breath
hitching as Charlie works her hand over him.
My heartbeat fills my ears, blood rushing as my heart goes into
overdrive. I walk behind Lach, glancing over at Charlie to make sure she's
okay with this, but in my heart, I know that's what Cam whispered to her,
making sure she was on board before he uttered a word to us. Her eyes are
hooded, gaze molten, barely hanging on as Cam slowly fucks her with his
fingers. She raises an eyebrow, and I know she's challenging me to give in,
to let the feelings simmering under the surface finally see the light of day.
I can barely breathe as I shuffle closer, my cock nudging at Lach's
cheeks as I reach around him, hesitating several seconds, my mind racing.
"Don't fucking tease me, Jack." The desperation in his voice has me
pressing closer, positioning my fist a hairsbreadth from his cock. He flexes
his hips, groaning as the head of his cock pushes past the ridges of my
fingers.
"Those callouses are going to be my undoing," he says shakily. I band
my arm around his waist, hauling him closer, my cock nestled tight between
his cheeks as I drag my hand down his shaft, squeezing at the base. I make
another pass, using his precum as lube. I push my hips forward, sliding
along his crack, not even ashamed at the broken moans falling from my
lips. Charlie's whimper has Lach's stomach clenching under my fingers,
muscles rippling as he struggles for control.
"Stop," Cam demands, not letting Lach get any closer to coming.
"Switch places."
I don't want to release him, but I do anyway, my chest heaving as I try
to catch my breath. I shiver as he grips my hips and pulls me to his body,
his cock pressing against me intimately. The first slide of his hand over my
aching shaft rips a trembling moan from deep in my chest. His grip is strong
and sure, his thumb sweeping over the head of my cock to catch the precum
leaking with each pull and push of his hand.
"You're fucking close, aren't you?" he murmurs, his breath hot on my
ear, hips flexing against me.
"Stop," Cam commands. "Jack, on your knees."
Oh, God.
"Lach, tell him how you like to be sucked off. Jack, follow his
instructions."
Fuck. I turn to face Lach, my anxiety burning off like fog on a lake, the
sun a burning hot ball of need lodged deep inside me. Lach's hand trembles
as he reaches down and runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.
"You can say no at any time," he reminds me, terror and need warring
for dominance over his features.
"I won't." He hisses as I catch his thumb in my teeth and bite down. He
jerks his hand away and grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"Taste me."
I breathe him in, memorizing this moment – Charlie's soft moans as
Cam slides his fingers over her, Cam's dark gaze filled with love as he
watches Lach come apart, Lach's hazel eyes locked with mine as he sinks
his fingers into my hair as I lean forward to catch a drop of precum. His
taste explodes over my tongue, a shiver of desire shaking me to my core.
"Feather your tongue on the underside," Lach rasps, breathing hard.
I flatten my tongue and drag it over that sensitive spot, pulsing it there
until his fingers are clenching my head, and he's struggling to keep himself
from sinking past my lips.
"Fuck, Jack," Lach moans, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Tell him what you want him to do," Cam says, his voice husky with
need.
"Grip the base and suck the tip," Lach blurts, his voice strangled as he
wrestles for control.
I wrap my hand around him, watching his face as his cock pushes past
my lips. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him in deep, needing to see him fall
apart. But he doesn't, he holds onto his control like it's his last lifeline.
"Goddamnit, Lach," I say, my lips moving against him. "Fuck this
virgin mouth like a good boy."
His control snaps, his fingers digging into my head as he thrusts past my
lips.
"Again," I say around him.
He thrusts once, twice, and then he's seated to the hilt, taking everything
I've always been too scared to give him. Charlie cries out, and I groan
around Lach's cock, the vibrations making his hips stutter.
"Switch," Cam says, his voice hoarse.
I stand, my breath rushing from my lungs as Lach hits his knees in front
of me, those gorgeous blue-green, freckled eyes looking up at me, begging
me to fuck his mouth. I glance at Charlie, sweat glistening on her body as
Cam brings her to the edge over and over. Her lips curve up as she nods,
encouraging me to take that last step. I look back down at Lach, swiping the
precum from my cock with my thumb and coating his lips. He licks them
clean, moaning my name, his hand working over his cock.
"Jack." Charlie's rasp has my gaze colliding with hers as Lach's hands
latch onto my ass, pulling me forward until my cock sinks past his lips.
Lach's tongue sweeps over me, his lips suctioning around me like a
goddamn vacuum. I clench my jaw, desperately trying to stay in control.
She holds my gaze as we climb the mountain together, her body writhing
against Cam's as I fuck Lach's face until I'm sure we're too far gone to go
back.
"Stop." Cam's voice freezes us in our tracks, all four of us toeing the
edge of no return. "I'm handing over the reins to Charlie," he says,
struggling to catch his breath.
"Finally! On the blanket, boys. This is going to be a night you'll never
forget."

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M
y knees feel like jelly as I push to my feet, Jack's taste permeating
my senses. I'll never forget the sound he made as I took him into my
mouth, the way his hands trembled in my hair, the desperate
surrender to this roaring inferno that's been building for almost twenty
years. I lock eyes with Cam. He's grinning like a fool, his fingers buried
deep in Charlie's pussy. She's looking at Jack and I, need burning bright in
those hooded baby blues. She's so fucking beautiful that I can barely
breathe. Even the firelight can't resist caressing her skin. I sit on the end of
the lounger, intending to wait for her to tell us what to do, but the sounds
she's making have me sinking between her thighs, nipping at her velvety
skin, breathing her in. She flexes her hips toward my mouth, and Cam
moves his hand, allowing me to suck on her clit. Her back bows, thighs
clamping around my head. I duck out of her hold before she gets too close,
pulling away.
"You're in charge, Charlie. Tell us what to do."
"All I want is for us to fuck until I forget about tomorrow. Can we do
that? Please?"
"If that's what you need, that's what we'll do, Carebear." I pick her up,
cradling her in my arms, waiting for further instructions.
"Cam, lay down on the blankets." He obeys, his cock throwing a
gigantic shadow that makes us all laugh. Charlie wiggles out of my arms,
stepping over Cam's hips and looking down at him as she slowly lowers
herself, letting the anticipation build.
Watching Cam's eyes roll back in his head as Charlie sinks down onto
his cock nearly does me in. I keep my eyes north of where her pussy is
stretched around the base of his shaft, thinking of anything other than what's
happening right now. I only make it thirty seconds before sliding my thumb
around the base of Cam's cock, then dragging it up to circle her asshole.
"Lach, please," she begs, her entire body trembling as her control slips.
So goddamn fucking hot.
"If you're close, I can take over for a second," Jack murmurs from over
my shoulder. I glance down at his cock, standing proud against his stomach,
precum dripping down the tip. My hand moves without my permission,
swiping the drop with one finger and popping it into my mouth before I
register what I'm doing.
"Fuck, Lach," Jack breathes, his cock twitching. I move out of the way,
shuffling behind him as he takes my place. He squirts a generous amount of
lube at the base of her spine, watching as it slowly drips down her crack. He
slides the head of his cock up and down, spreading the lube, then notches
himself and fills her with one smooth thrust. Charlie's moan has
goosebumps racing over my skin, my balls spasming, riding the edge of
pleasure and pain.
"Fuck, Charlie," he groans, his voice like worn sandpaper, rough around
the edges with a smooth finish.
Jack rides her hard, the muscles of his ass clenching with each thrust,
fingers digging into the blanket on either side of her as he keeps his weight
from crushing them.
"Lach, are you able to reach her clit?"
"I think so." Instead of going in from the side, I reach around his waist,
pressing against him as I slide my hand between Charlie's and Cam's
bodies. She presses her hips down, riding over my hand. I move even
closer, my cock nestling between his cheeks, my breath stuttering as he
pushes back against me. Molten-hot desire races through my veins, the
fingers of my free hands digging into his hip as I flex against him. He
groans and bends over Charlie's body, giving me free rein. There's no way
I'll be able to last when I could come just looking at him. I squeeze lube on
my cock and nudge between his cheeks. Positioning my fingers on either
side of Charlie's clit, I slowly slide my hand back and forth, riding my cock
up and down Jack's crack at the same time. Charlie's entire body spasms,
squeezing around them, their chorus of moans echoing around us in a
hedonistic melody.
"Lach." Jack looks back at me, a million emotions written on his face.
"Please."
"Please, what? Tell me what you want, Jack." I have to hear the words,
see his lips moving, begging. I don't want to wake up in the morning and
wonder if he really wanted it or if it was only me.
"Fuck me, Lach. Please."
My gaze flickers to Cam, then down to the grin he's not even trying to
hide. I don't need to ask him to know he's completely on board. "Charlie?"
She looks over her shoulder at me, cheeks flushed, hair falling around
her face, the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. My Aphrodite. "If you
don't fuck him right this second, I'll make you watch us while we get there
without you. I swear to God, Lach."
"Don't threaten me with a good time, Charlie." I fist my cock, sliding it
back and forth over Jack's asshole. My stomach clenches with anticipation,
"Jack, are you—" He doesn't let me finish.
"I'm sure. Fuck. Me. Now."
I blow out a trembling breath, my control slipping through my fingers
like silk. Cam pulls my hand away from Charlie, taking over so both hands
are free. Jack's skin is smooth under my fingertips as I trace the slope of his
shoulders, around his chest, over his ribs. Muscles tremble under my touch
as I drag my hands south, memorizing the feel of his skin under my hands.
"Lach."
God, the way he says my name – that desperate edge. Like I'm the one
thing he never knew he needed but now can't live without. My hands shake
as I slide them over his hips, caressing the dimples in his lower back before
squeezing his cheeks and spreading them wide. His moan is gasoline on
fire, my restraint going up in flames. I hold my cock steady as I press
against him, giving him time to adjust. All three of them freeze as Jack
takes a deep breath, forcing his muscles to relax. That ring of muscle is so
fucking tight it strangles the head of my cock as I push forward. Jack's
entire body shudders, squeezing around me like a fucking vice.
"Jack—" My voice breaks as my world shatters, rearranging itself into
something new.
"Stop holding back," he growls, pushing his hips back until I'm
bottomed out, his curse muffled in Charlie's shoulder. He thrusts into
Charlie, my cock sliding almost all the way out before I snap. I fuck him
hard, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I pull his body back to meet
my thrusts. Charlie's moans build until she's crying out, begging for release.
"Now." The command in Cam's voice is impossible to deny. I intertwine
my fingers with Charlie's, pulling her hand to Jack's hip as Cam grips the
back of my thigh, linking us all together. Jack sinks into Charlie, and I sink
into him, holding him pinned between us, fucking him with short hard
thrusts. Charlie falls first, her hand squeezing mine as her body gives in.
Cam's broken groan has my balls drawing up, but it's Jack's moan of
surrender that tips me over the edge, his muscles clenching around my cock
as he starts to come. I angle my hips, thrusting once, twice. My climax rips
an ungodly sound from my throat as I pound into him, filling him, wringing
out every last bit of pleasure his body will give me.
"I'm taking back my control privileges," Cam says, his voice hoarse.
"Jack, go inside with Charlie and help her wash up. I have a date with
Lach."
Fuck. I pull away from Jack, rolling onto my back on the blanket,
watching Jack lift Charlie off of Cam, swinging her into his arms.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she says groggily, tossing us an
exaggerated wink that ends in a yawn as Jack carries her up the stairs.
"Everything okay?" I ask Cam as soon as I hear the door close behind
them. I look at him as he sits up, his cock still rock hard. "You didn't⁠—?"
He crawls toward me, his eyes dark, a soft sheen of sweat glowing over
his entire body. Elegant fingers grip my legs and push my knees toward my
shoulders. He looks at me, his gaze hungry. "Spit or lube?"
Oh fuck. My cock twitches, roaring back to life.
"Spit," I rasp. My heart pounds in my chest as he looks down, curls
falling over his forehead as he spits on me. His teeth sink into his bottom lip
as he notches his cock, pushing into me with one long stroke. I groan as I
stretch to take him, my body struggling to adjust. He feels so fucking good.
"Is this how it's going to be?" I pant, my body bowing as he fists my
cock, his grip strong and sure, exactly how I like it.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you going to have to re-claim your territory every time all of us
fuck?"
"Is that what you think this is?"
"I did until just now," I say, mentally wincing as I second-guess myself.
"This is so you don't lay awake while the rest of us sleep, wondering if
everything is okay between us. It's my reassurance to you that I still want
you. Still love you. Still need you."
Cam has always had a way of knowing the deepest, darkest depths of
my soul. He sees past the smoke and mirrors, tearing down my defenses,
always aware of exactly what I need. I pull his face down to mine, nibbling
on his bottom lip.
"I love you so fucking much," I whisper, my voice breaking. Pressing
me into the ground, he cradles my face as he fucks me with his tongue,
riding me hard. He's in complete control, my body answering his demand
for more. He presses his face into my shoulder, reaching between our
bodies to wrap his hand around my shaft.
"Come with me," Cam groans. His breath trembles against my neck as
his hips slap the back of my thighs. I grab his ass, pulling him closer as he
fills me, ragged breaths filling my ears as ecstasy wraps her fingers around
my throat and squeezes. Stars burst behind my eyelids, a moan ripping from
my throat as we fall apart in each other's arms.
"Fuck, Cam," I pant as he slips out of me and rolls onto his back, chest
heaving. He turns to face me, moonlight reflecting in his eyes, one corner of
his mouth pulling up.
"When you wake up tonight with those doubts in the back of your mind,
my cum leaking out of your ass will remind you that nothing has changed."
He stands up, looking down at me, firelight gilding the lithe lines of his
body. I take the hand he holds out to me, letting him help me up. The stroke
of his thumb over my cheek is tender, the love in his gaze so fucking pure
and sweet, it makes me want to protect him from everything wrong in this
world. I swallow hard, blinking away the onslaught of emotion.
"Come on," he whispers, giving me a watery smile. "Let's go get
washed up."

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he shower spray pummels my face, water pouring into my mouth as I
stand there, grinning like an idiot. I never thought it could be like this.
I'm totally, completely, undeniably in love and having the hottest,
most mind-blowing sex of my life.
That sound Jack made. God. My body tingles, my nipples puckering as I
re-live the moment.
"Charlotte." Jack's voice rolls over me like a thunderstorm, electricity
crackling between us. I turn, wiping the water from my face, my heart
jumping to my throat when I open my eyes. He's leaning against the shower
opening, one arm above his head, his whisky gaze caressing every dip,
every swell.
"Jack." I mimic his brogue, biting my lip to keep my smile under
control. He steps forward and tugs my lip free, sweeping the pad of his
thumb over the offending teeth marks. The corner of his mouth pulls up
when my breathing hitches.
"Same, mo chridhe." He backs me to the wall, pressing his thigh
between my legs, trapping me. "In the beginning, I thought this insatiable
need would dull with time. That it would become more comfortable.
Familiar, even." He touches his fingers to the place just over my heart, then
slides them up my throat, tilting my chin so my gaze locks with his. He
searches my eyes, something wild and desperate in their depths reaching
out to me. "So tell me why it's only getting stronger? I can't be near you
without needing you, Charlotte. Your strength. Your opinion. Your love.
Your body."
"Go on," I murmur, memorizing every word that falls from his lips.
"Tell me why I've had a permanent hard-on since the day we met." He
leans forward, his cock pressing into my hip, like his cum isn't already
dripping out of me. "Tell me why I can't fucking get enough." His lips are
gentle at first, then all-consuming, his tongue demanding entrance, fucking
my mouth until I'm boneless and out of breath. "I need you to know that if I
had to choose, I would choose you," he rasps, cradling my face between his
hands.
"You're not going to have to choose, Jack." I sweep a strand of hair
behind his ear, trying to decipher the emotions flitting across his face. "The
four of us are tied together in a knot so complicated, we'll never unravel."
He searches my face, desperate to make sure I'm being truthful, doubt
and hope warring for dominance in his eyes.
"Jack, If you're worried about what happened tonight, it didn't change
anything. The two of you were already a couple in every way except
physically. It just makes being in bed together that much hotter."
"You're being completely honest?"
"Always."
"Fuck, Charlie." He pulls my leg around his waist and thrusts into me
without warning, pinning me to the wall, his chest heaving. I moan as the
head of his cock pushes past my g-spot, then gasp as he bottoms out, filling
me. I rock my hips against him, rolling my clit back and forth over his
pubic bone. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you," I gasp as he sweeps his hand over my ass, his middle
finger sliding in easily.
"Again."
"I love you, Jack." He crushes his lips to mine, fucking me hard and
fast, claiming me with his cock, his finger, his tongue.
He groans my name, his lips still touching mine, his eyes staring into
my soul. "Be a good girl and come for me." My body obeys, clenching
around him as he pounds into me, reality suspending as we fall apart in each
other's arms.
I want to stay in this lavender haze forever. Bodies pressed together,
water streaming down around us, sweet nothings on our lips.
"I love you, Charlotte," Jack says, pressing his forehead to mine, his
hands anchored on either side of my face.
"I know." I smile up at him, my heart so full I swear it could burst.

J ack and I pad to the kitchen in our robes, leaving the bathroom free for
Cam and Lach. I root around in the fridge while Jack puts milk on the stove
for hot cocoa. By the time the guys join us, there's a charcuterie board and
mugs of hot chocolate waiting. We sit down at the table, looking around at
each other, waiting for someone to say something.
"That was fucking hot," Cam says, hiding his grin in his mug.
"Agreed." I lift my mug in a toast, then take a sip, moaning as the first
chocolatey sip kisses my taste buds. I watch with interest as Lach lifts his
eyes from his hands, glancing at Jack. This is the first time I've ever seen
him with that shadow of doubt in his eyes.
"It was perfect," Jack says roughly, holding Lach's gaze. Lach's entire
body relaxes, the doubt replaced by something that lights his eyes from
within.
"Easily in the top four," Lach says, grabbing a handful of grapes from
the platter.
"Top four?" Jack asks, eyebrow cocked, a warning in his eyes.
"First time with Cam, first time with Charlie, first time all together, and
then tonight."
"I need to hear about how you and Cam first got together," I say,
snatching a grape from his fingers.
"That's a story for another time," Lach's chuckle turns to all-out laughter
when he sees the panic in Cam's eyes.
"Don't you dare," Cam warns.
"Not fair!" I protest, looking between them.
"All you need is some good tequila, Carebear. It works like—" he stops
short when a piece of cheese smacks him square in the forehead. The look
of shock on his face has us cracking up, but the laughter quickly turns to a
chorus of yawns when I can't hold mine back. I'm exhausted.
"Come on," Lach says, standing up. "Time for bed."

"C harlie , time to wake up ," Cam whispers, caressing my cheek with the
back of his finger. I squint up at him, smiling sleepily, stretching my arms
above my head and pointing my toes. Then reality crashes down on me like
a thousand gallons of cold water. It's court day. "Lach made breakfast. We'll
eat first, drive back into town, get you changed, and head to the trial."
I sit up, scrubbing my hands over my face. I want to disappear.
"Don't overthink it, Charlie."
I huff out an incredulous laugh, adrenaline already coursing through my
system.
"Hey," he puts a finger under my chin, tilting my face to his. "This is
your day to get what he owes you for the past five years. The overtime
hours, the blood, sweat, and tears you poured into that business. This is
your time to shine, Charlie."
I know he's right, but fuck if I don't still feel guilty about it. The guys
feed and caffeinate me, and then we're in the car, headed toward my worst
nightmare. Lach plugs my phone into the aux, blasting my favorite playlist
the whole way back.
"Lorna told me your lawyer is the best in the state," Jack says, helping
me with the buttons on my shirt. "Just sit back and let her work her magic,
Sassenach."
"Don't say anything unless she tells you to," Lach reminds me, helping
me into my blazer. "If Rob tries to antagonize you, ignore him." I shiver as
he pulls my hair free and turns me around. "It'll be over before you know it,
and you'll never have to see that bastard again."
I nearly hyperventilate in the car on the way to the courthouse. The only
thing keeping me sane is the gentle, rhythmic sweep of Cam's thumb over
the back of my hand. I suck in a deep breath as Lach pulls to the curb and
jumps out to open my door.
"This is the first day of the rest of your life, Charlie. Take it by the
fucking balls." He squeezes my shoulders, holding back from kissing me
like we had agreed upon. I face the courthouse and stiffen my spine. I can
fucking do this.
My heels click on the concrete as I walk toward the stairs. I look back at
the guys once, knowing they'll follow once I'm inside. They're so goddamn
gorgeous in their suits. They'll stick out like a sore thumb, but I can't find it
in me to care anymore. They're mine. I should be able to scream it from the
rooftops if I want to. Why do I give a shit what anyone thinks?
The metal banister is cold against my fingers as I climb the stairs. The
thrum of my heartbeat in my ears counts down my steps until I'm sliding
into the seat next to my lawyer. After emailing back and forth with her for
months, I want to hug her, but I'm not sure if that's appropriate, so I just sit
in my chair and smile at her like an idiot.
"Breathe, Charlotte. We have this, no question."
I bite my lip and nod, taking several deep breaths, praying she's right. I
can feel the guys' presence the second they enter the room, the hairs on the
back of my neck standing up with awareness. They slide in behind me, a
silent, solid wall of support.
"Lauren, this is Jack, Lach, and Cam," I introduce her reluctantly,
directly responding to her raised eyebrows and narrowed gaze. I hate
feeling like I'm in trouble. She twists in her seat, looking between them.
"I don't want to hear a single word from any of you until we're outside
the courthouse. Understand?"
"Nice to meet you, too, Lauren," Lach murmurs, winking, then
pretending to lock his lips and throw away the key. The door on the far side
of the room bangs open a second later, startling all of us.
"Let me talk to her!" Rob shouts, trying to break free from a man that
must be his lawyer.
"No. Sit down." The man pushes Rob into his seat, straightening his suit
jacket. "Stay."
"I'm not a fucking dog," Rob mutters darkly, his gaze swinging around
the room wildly.
"Then stop acting like one." His lawyer sits next to him, blocking his
view of our table.
There's some shuffling and muffled whispers behind me, and then my
dad squeezes my arm and murmurs words of support. I whisper my thanks
and kiss him on the cheek, watching him walk over to where my mom sits
several rows back. She doesn't look at me.
Thanks to Lauren's expertise, everything goes off without a hitch. All
the nights I spent in the cottage looking up bank statements, old bills and
tax information were worth it. Rob has nothing prepared, and the judge
doesn't take kindly to him, awarding me half of all marital assets within
twenty minutes of stepping foot in the courtroom. I drop my head in my
hands when he bangs the gavel, relief bringing tears to my eyes. It's over.
"You couldn't resist showing how much of a whore you are, could you?"
Rob calls out, his face red. "Do your parents know you're sleeping with all
of them?" Security grabs his arm and walks him down the aisle, but he has
enough time to look at my parents directly. "How does it feel to know you
raised a fucking whore?" He looks back at me as he's jerked out the door,
rage pouring from him. "You'll pay for this, you fucking slut."
I look at my parents and see it on their faces that they're connecting the
dots, recognizing the truth in his words.
"Whatever's going on in your head, stop," Jack murmurs, his voice low.
"Lauren, I know you said not to, but she's hurting, and I need to get her out
of here. Thank you for going to battle for her. We can't thank you enough."
"So it is true? You're with all three of them?" Lauren asks me, curiosity
burning in her eyes.
Heat flares in my cheeks, mortification sinking in. I nod, too tired to
pretend otherwise.
"Good for you, Charlotte. Get it, girl." She winks at me, packs her
briefcase, and kisses me on the cheek. "Have a good life. I hope I never see
you again."
"Charlie!" My mother's screech has me ducking down, nausea rolling in
my stomach as years of verbal thrashings flash through my mind. Jack
doesn't give her a chance to get close. He swings me into his arms, pushing
past my mother, ignoring her demands to put me down.
"If you want to talk to her, you'll have ten minutes while we're packing
her things," I hear Lach tell my mom, her indignant scoff making a wildly
inappropriate giggle rise in my throat. Then we're out in the open air,
speeding toward Cam, who's waiting at the curb with the car. I tense as Rob
sees us and starts walking our way, ignoring the pleas of his lawyer.
"Just you wait, Charlie," he seethes, his voice getting louder with every
word. "Everyone in this town will know what a cheating sl—" He crumples
to the ground as Lach taps the back of his knee with the side of his shoe as
he walks past. Lach looks down at him, hands balled into fists at his side.
"If her name ever passes your lips again, I will hunt you down and
fucking ruin you, do you understand me?" He shoves Rob's shoulder with
his foot, forcing him to lose his balance and fall back onto his hands. "I
said, do you fucking understand me?" Lach seethes, enunciating every
word.
"Yes! Okay? I understand." Rob holds his hands up in surrender, staying
on the ground as Jack rushes me toward safety.
The car is dead silent as we pull away from the courthouse. I drop my
head into my hands, my shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"Charlotte?" Jack's hand is warm and heavy on my shoulder. I look up,
tears streaming down my face. "Are you laughing?" he asks incredulously,
his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hair.
I snort, wiping at my eyes. "Did you see the way Rob looked up at
Lach? Like he was two seconds away from saying 'Yes, Daddy.'" Laughter
grips me again, stealing my breath.
I sober up quickly as we pull in front of my parent's house. My mom is
waiting for me on the front porch, arms crossed, a scowl on her face. This is
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y heart jumps to my throat and decides to stay there as I step out of
the car and slowly start walking toward my mother. Her arms are
folded over her chest, the muscle in her jaw clenching as I approach.
"Is this what you wanted? To make me a laughing stock? To drag my
name through the mud? I always knew you didn't care about me, but I didn't
realize how much until today."
I sigh, a dull pain stabbing behind my right eye. "Not everything is
about you, Mom."
"It is when your husband yells in front of the entire town that you're
sleeping with three men. What am I supposed to say when they start asking
questions?"
"Ex-husband," I whisper, massaging my temples. "You can start by
telling them the truth."
Her face goes even redder. "You want me to tell my friends you're
fucking three guys?"
"At the same time. Yes." The corner of my mouth tilts up when her eye
starts twitching. "Or you can tell them I moved to Scotland to be with the
men I love. Men that respect and cherish me. Men that love me."
"And what? Huh? Live in some hovel while you pimp yourself out to
market some grimy, run-down castle?"
I rear back like she slapped me. "You have no idea how far from the
truth you are."
"Enlighten me."
I struggle internally before finally deciding to tell her, at the very least
so she doesn't think badly about the guys.
"Jack is a baron, Mother. We'll all be living in his in-tact, gorgeous
waterfront castle. Cam has his doctorate and works as a professor and
researcher of archeology at a university one island over. Lach, well, let's
just say Lach made some very good choices and isn't struggling. So, no, I
won't be living in a hovel while all three of them rail me. I'll be helping
make the castle sustainable for future generations."
"Future generations you can't have?" She sneers, looking down at my
stomach like she can see the failure of my uterus from the outside.
"Fuck you." The words are out before I can stop them, and If I'm honest,
I don't regret them one bit.
Suddenly, the front door swings open, and my dad peers out, tossing me
a wink before grabbing my mom's elbow and hauling her inside the house.
"Give us one second, Charlie."
I nod, barely able to breathe with the adrenaline coursing through my
system.
"Charlie, do you have boxes somewhere?" Lach asks, poking his head
from around the side of the house.
"They're in the hall closet along with the tape. I never got rid of them
because I hoped I'd be moving out of there quickly."
"And you were right, Carebear. Do you want me to stay with you while
you talk to them?"
"No," I whisper, shaking my head. "I need to do this one on my own."
"Okay, you know where we are if you need us." He grasps my neck and
pulls me toward him, kissing my forehead.
I blow out a long breath as he disappears around the side of the house. I
can get through this. I will get through this.
"Congratulations, sweetie." My dad exits the house, closing the door
firmly behind him.
"Thank you, Dad." I walk into his arms, melting into his embrace.
"I'm so proud of you, Charlie. I hope you know that. It took guts to
stand up to that sorry excuse of a man." He holds me at arm's length,
studying my face. "I'm going to miss you so much."
"About what Rob said," I begin, needing to explain.
"What Rob said is none of my business," he interrupts.
"I need you to know. I need Mom to know. I know it's unconventional,
but I love them, Dad."
"Convention is for cowards. You've made a beautiful life with people
who appreciate and love you. What more could a father want?"
"What about Mom?" I ask, my voice cracking.
"Give her time, Charlie. She'll come around."
"And if she doesn't?"
"Then she's missing out on the best thing that ever happened to us. And
I may need you to make up a guest room for me."
I half laugh, half sob, hugging him tight around the neck.
"Go find your men and start your new life, Charlie. You deserve every
single bit of it. I'll see you at the wedding." His gaze roams over my face
like he's trying to memorize every feature, then he kisses my cheek and
disappears inside.
Holy hell. I turn around, looking up at the sky in wonder. The two
things I've been dreading for months are finally over.
"Charlotte?" Jack's gruff breaks me out of my euphoric reverie.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Where's the rest of your stuff? We found some art supplies, a few
books, and winter clothes, but that's it."
"That's all I have."
"Is any of the furniture yours?"
"Nope."
"Nothing in a storage unit?"
I shake my head.
"Thank God. Let's get the fuck out of here."
"Where are we going?" I ask after they dump a couple of boxes in the
trunk, our suitcases stacked between Cam and me in the back seat.
"Home," Lach says, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror.
"You were able to schedule the flight that quickly?"
Jack laughs. "He's had the plane on stand-by the entire day, Sassenach."
The whole day? That must have cost a fortune. "We're really going
home? Right now?" I wipe away tears of relief with the back of my hands.
"Right now, little witch."
My nervous energy turns to exhaustion the second we're in the air. I
blink up sleepily at Jack as he lifts me into his arms and carries me back to
the bed, getting under the covers with me, my head pillowed on his bicep.
The next time I open my eyes, we're on the ground, and the guys are busy
carrying all my worldly possessions to the waiting car. I stop at the top of
the stairs, the wild Scottish wind whipping my hair around my face. It feels
like it's been two days since the trial, but the sun is only beginning to set on
this first day of the rest of my life. I grin at Cam as he jogs up the stairs, his
blue eyes sparkling behind those dark-rimmed glasses. My heart fills to
bursting as he folds me into his body, the embrace like something out of a
movie.
"Ready to go home?" he asks, framing my face with his hands, neither
of us able to keep the smiles from our lips.
"Yes," I breathe, blinking rapidly.
The sun sinks below the horizon as we pull into the driveway of the
house, the sky streaked with orange and pink as the gravel crunches under
our tires.
"Welcome home, mo chridhe. For good this time," Jack says as we pull
to a stop, the castle lit up like a Christmas tree. It's the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen.
Lach opens my door, extending his hand to help me out of the car. "We
have a surprise for you, Carebear. Would you like to see it now or in the
morning?"
"Now!" I bounce up and down on my toes, excitement coursing through
my system. The guys guide me around the side of the castle, along the loch,
and up into the orchard.
"Close your eyes, little witch." Cameron ties a t-shirt over my eyes and
takes my hand, drawing me out of the orchard and into the forest. I trip over
a root, but strong arms sweep me up, whiskey and leather permeating my
senses. A handful of steps later, Jack sets me down, removing the blindfold,
his hands gripping my waist.
My heart thuds in my chest as I crack open my eyelids. Strings of fairy
lights weave through the trees, warmth illuminating the run-down stone
cottage I fondly remember. Except it's not run-down anymore. Glass has
been fitted to the borders of the crumbling rock, extending the walls another
story, making what looks like a giant greenhouse glowing from within.
"What is this?" I whisper, looking between them.
"Go inside," Lach says roughly, a smile pulling at his lips. I slip around
the side of the building and push through a heavy wooden door. I stop dead
in my tracks, tears streaming down my face. Overflowing shelves fill one
entire wall – neatly stacked canvases in every possible size, all kinds and
colors of paints and brushes. A stack of easels leans against the opposite
wall, the center of the room left open except for a gorgeous tufted leather
couch. I look up at the soaring glass ceilings, dying to see the daylight
streaming through, my fingers itching to pick up a paintbrush.
"When did you find the time to do this?" I ask, choking on a sob as I
turn in a full circle.
"We worked on it before we left, but Isla's the one that pulled it all
together so we could surprise you," Jack murmurs, coming up behind me.
Lach and Cam stand to either side, looking around like they can't believe
what they're looking at either.
"It's perfect," I whisper. "More than perfect. How can I ever thank you
guys enough?"
"By painting us and hanging it on the wall so you don't forget we exist
while you're holed up in here," Cam says, chuckling.
"I don't think it's possible to forget about you guys, but I would love to
paint you." Lach starts unbuttoning his shirt, those perfect pecs making my
heart jump. "Now?" I breathe, my gaze following his fingers down, down,
down.
"Now." Lach folds his shirt and sets it on a shelf, doing the same with
his pants. I gulp at the firm roundness of his ass, boxer briefs clinging to his
skin and hiding absolutely nothing. Cam and Jack follow suit, and in under
thirty seconds, I have the three hottest men I have ever seen standing in
front of me, waiting for instructions. Fuck. I cross my legs casually, trying
to stem the heartbeat that has taken residence between them, but Jack
notices. I almost choke when his nostrils flare, his gaze locked to the V of
my thighs like he can see through my clothes.
My artist's brain takes over quickly, and I know exactly how I want
them. "Jack, you sit in the middle of the couch, lean back and drape your
arms over the back. Lach, you sit on his left, your back in the corner, your
legs angled toward Jack." I watch as they get into position. "Cam, you do
the same things as Lach but on the opposite side. Good." I step back a
couple of steps, studying them. "Both of you extend your outer legs,
pointing them toward Jack," I instruct, pointing to Cam and Lach. "Perfect.
Now reach toward each other with one arm – like in the Creation of Adam
painting." With that reference, their posture changes to take on the fluidity
of the painting. My heart jumps to my throat, their beauty hitting me in the
gut. I swallow hard and clear my throat. "Let me snap a picture so you don't
have to stay like that." I pull out my phone and take several pictures. I'm
studying the photos, ensuring I've captured all the important details when I
see the bulge in Jack's boxers. Fuck. I look up from the phone to find all
three of them walking toward me, gazes dark, lust written clearly over their
features.
"Let us celebrate you tonight, Charlotte." Jack reaches out, the rough
sweep of his thumb over the back of my hand making my nipples pucker.
"We can help you forget all the shitty things that happened today," Lach
says, cupping my face tenderly.
"Let us make this the best first day of the rest of your life, Charlie."
Cam turns my chin toward him, nipping at my bottom lip.
How the hell can I resist them? I walk over to the light switch and turn
it off, the soft glow from the fairy lights illuminating their features. I strip as
I walk back to them, leaving my clothes in a puddle on the floor.
"Welcome home, Sassenach." Jack flattens his body to mine, our lips
tangling in a heated, desperate dance.
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y bra slips through my fingers, joining the puddle of clothes at my
feet. I don't move, my heart so filled with love that I can barely
breathe. Soft golden light filters through the trees soaring above us,
the high glass ceiling almost invisible. It reminds me of that day that Jack
chased me out here, the vines and I both tumbling over crumbling stones. I
look at them, at this place they've made for me, and I can't quite believe it.
Jack reads every emotion on my face like he's been doing it his entire life. I
don't need to say anything for him to know exactly what I’m feeling.
His lips meet mine with a need so fierce it brings tears to my eyes.
"Don't think, Sassenach, just feel," he says roughly, his lips moving against
mine, strong fingers cupping my face. I empty my mind, focusing on how
his callouses tug at my skin as he slides his hand back to cup the base of my
skull. He angles my head, deepening the kiss, giving me more than I would
ever ask for. Lightning streaks over my skin as I pull him to me, our bodies
fitting together like puzzle pieces. My breath strangles me as his hands
sweep down my back and over my ass. He grips the back of my thighs and
lifts me without breaking our kiss, my legs automatically wrapping around
his waist. He walks several steps, loosens his hold, and I slip from his arms
onto the couch.
"Tonight is about you, Charlotte." Jack kneels at my feet, pulling them
into his lap and pressing his thumbs into my arches until my eyes flutter
closed, and I groan with pleasure. The couch dips on both sides as the guys
join us, Lach on my left and Cam on my right. Having all three of them
focused on me is overwhelming in the best way.
"The history nerd in me is geeking out over the fact that we're going to
have sex in a chapel," Cam murmurs before bending toward me, his lips
skating over my cheek.
"A chapel?" I ask, glancing around, tiny details I didn’t notice before
jumping out at me. The arched windows, the raised area that must have
been the dais.
"Mmm," Lach groans, the sound slithering over my skin, leaving
goosebumps in its wake. "Dirty. I like it." He nips at my bottom lip, hooded
eyes stealing my attention.
"Our forbidden fruit," Jack rumbles, pulling my hips to the edge of the
couch and pulling my knees wide. "So fucking sweet." He drags his lips up
the inside of my thigh, and I shiver as his beard creates the most delicious
friction. He stops shy of where I need his mouth, looking up at me as he
drags his finger along my slit, then sinks it into his mouth, his eyes rolling
back. He grips my neck and draws me to him, pushing his tongue into my
mouth, our flavors melding together. Fuck. His hair is silky between my
fingers as he kisses his way down my body. Cam and Lach move in, Lach
tracing around my nipple with the lightest touch as Cam tilts my chin
toward him, his gaze filled with so much emotion I nearly choke on it.
"I love you, Charlie." His touch is gentle as he closes the distance
between us. Our lips spark as they touch, igniting a fire in my veins that
will never be quenched. Soft curls crush beneath my hands as I pull him
closer. I echo his moan as Jack traces his finger over my outer lips, the
pressure so light that it has me arching my back, chasing his touch. Lach
finally stops circling my nipple and drags his thumb over it, cupping my
breast like it's a treasure he'll never give up.
"You're so fucking beautiful." I break the kiss, and Lach's hazel gaze
locks with mine, holding me prisoner as he lowers his mouth to my nipple,
swirling his tongue over me before sucking hard, a lightning bolt of desire
hitting me squarely between my legs.
"More," I gasp, pushing my hips off the couch, desperate for relief. As
Cam concentrates on my other breast, Jack commands my attention, hooded
lion eyes tracking me like I'm his next meal. He drags his thumbs over my
outer lips again, eliciting a choked, gasping sob.
"Jack." My voice breaks as his fingers move closer together, callouses
riding over hypersensitive nerve endings. He switches direction before
touching my clit, dragging his thumbs lower and lower until he's pushing
them into me. I whimper, my body undulating beneath them as they
worship me. Cold air caresses my breast as Lach moves his hand, skimming
my stomach before sliding two fingers in a V over my vulva, narrowly
avoiding my clit.
"Please," I beg. Cam swallows my groan as Lach presses down, rocking
his hand back and forth before trapping my clit between his fingers and
repeating the motion. I sink into a pool of molten lava, stars exploding
behind my eyelids as I wrestle to keep my body under control.
"Charlie. " Jack's voice rips me out of my head and into the present,
whisky eyes making me tipsy as he lowers his face between my legs. He
moves Lach's hand back to my breast and then licks me right up the center,
flattening his tongue against my clit. God. My thighs clamp over his ears,
trapping him in place. He growls and pulls me closer, prying my knees open
and pushing them wide until he has everything on display, like a king
preparing to feast. He watches me with that predator's gaze as he bites my
ass, slipping his tongue along my crack to circle my back entrance before
focusing on my clit.
"This isn't working," Lach says suddenly, frustrated by his lack of
access. He picks me up and hauls me outside, waiting for the guys to spread
out an armful of blankets before laying me down. Jack is the first to join me
on the ground, reaching and hauling me against his side, not stopping until
my body is draped over his.
"Ride me, Charlie. I need to be inside you." I straddle his hips, holding
his gaze as I lower myself onto his cock until he fills me completely.
"Fuck," he breathes, his nostrils flaring, control slipping. He may have been
desperate to be inside me, but I’m desperate for all of them. Right now.
"Can we try something?" I ask, my cheeks heating, unsure of myself.
"You don't have to ask that. Ever. The answer will always be yes," Lach
smirks, eyes twinkling.
I stand up and move away from Jack. "Lach, lay down on your back and
get as close to Jack as possible. I want your balls touching."
"Yes, ma'am." He salutes me and then steps close to Jack, sinking onto
his ass and getting himself into place.
"Lach, put your left leg over Jack's leg. Good. Now the opposite on the
other side." I watch as they follow my instructions, realizing this will be
trickier than I thought.
"What is going through that dirty mind of yours, little witch?" Cam
asks, raising one dark eyebrow.
"You'll see." I instruct the guys to get even closer, not happy until their
cocks are only an inch apart. I step over them, facing Jack, sinking to my
knees and spreading them wide to span their legs. Jack grabs my hips, Lach
my ass, and I wrap my hand around their shafts, keeping the head of their
cocks together as I lower myself onto them.
Fuck. A shiver wracks my body, pleasure coursing through me as they
hit all the spots one cock will never reach. I breathe deeply, forcing myself
to relax until they're buried inside me, their groans like a soundtrack to a
filthy dream.
"Don't fucking move. Either of you," Lach pants, his hands kneading
my ass cheeks as he struggles for control. I grin and squeeze around them,
the pained look flashing over Jack's face telling me he likes this – a lot.
"Okay, Cam. Pick a hole. Mouth, ass, or pussy?"
"Three at once?" he asks, desire flashing in his dark blue eyes.
"This is a horrible idea," Jack grumbles, involuntarily squeezing his
fingers as I adjust my position, leaning forward to give Cam access.
"It's the best idea I've ever had. I wasn’t even sure it would work." I trail
off as Cam lowers to his knees behind me, running his hands down my back
and over the swell of my hips
"You're sure?" He slides his cock along the sides of my pussy, coating
himself in my arousal, then adding some lube for good measure.
"I'm sure." His hand is warm against my lower back as he presses me
down, his breath hitching when he sees them impaling me. "God, I wish
you could see this, Charlie. Those pretty pink lips stretching wide for
them." He hums under his breath, an erotic sound that has me pushing my
ass back toward him, my nipples dragging over Jack's chest.
"Cam, please." My words are coated with desire, dripping with need.
Cam gets closer, holding his cock steady as he slides it against me,
searching for a place to notch himself. He finds it where Lach and Cam's
shafts are pressed together, both of them groaning as he pushes forward, the
tip not even in when the cursing starts.
"Charlie, I won't last," Lach pants, his thigh tensing under mine as he
struggles for control. "My cock is being fucking sandwiched by three of the
hottest people I have ever seen. I don't think I can do this."
I laugh, and all three of them shout at me to stop, making me laugh
harder, my body squeezing them without mercy. I wipe at my eyes, getting
myself under control. "Only a couple strokes, and then he can pick another
hole, okay?" I look back at Cam and wink, making him blush. "Keep
going," I urge, arching my back for him.
He blows out a breath as he pushes in a little farther, all three of them
swearing when the head of his cock finally enters me. Oh, God. A moan
claws its way up my throat as I adjust to being filled by all three of them.
"Are you doing okay?" Cam asks, tugging on my hair, so I turn my face
toward him.
"Do it again," I whisper, my body strung tight as a bow.
Jack's jaw clenches as Cam pulls back out and pulses the head of his
cock against them, against the already stretched skin of my pussy, the ridge
catching with every pulse of his hips until all of our breaths join together in
a ragged chorus.
"Cam," Jack growls his name like a warning, eyes wild, neck corded.
"Fuck her or we'll all come before we want to." Cam's reply is muffled, his
mop of curls the only thing visible as he watches his cock slide along Lach's
and Jack's, finally – finally – filling me.
It was always supposed to be like this, all of us as close as we can
possibly be, the heads of their cocks nestled at the entrance of my womb. I
swivel my hips experimentally, obsessed with how it feels, but at the same
time, knowing there's no way we can all finish like this without something
tearing.
Cam pulls out and pushes back in, his fingers clenching on my waist,
holding me still as he flexes his hips. So fucking deep. I whimper,
squeezing around them, desperately wanting to reach for my clit, but
knowing this will be over the second I do.
"One more time," Cam whispers, turning my face toward him, watching
me with hooded eyes as he draws himself out, pushes me down on their
cocks and slams back in. Pleasure rips through me, nearly toppling me over
the edge, but he pulls out just as quickly, waiting for my instructions. I rise
to my knees, motioning for him to come around to my front.
"Charlie—" he protests.
"Don't you dare tell me this is all about me, and I don't need to suck
your cock, Cam. I want to taste all of us on you."
"Bloody hell," he rasps, coming closer, wrapping his fist in my hair and
tilting my head back so he can watch me. I don't waste any time. I pull him
to me, licking him from base to tip before swallowing him down to the hilt,
rocking my hips as I take all three of them in a different way. Jack's hand
slides down my back, spanning my ass as he teases my backdoor before
pushing his middle finger in. I gasp around Cam's cock, struggling to
control my gag reflex as Jack uses his finger like a hook, pulling me up and
down on their cocks.
"Fuck, Charlie," Cam hisses, pulling my head back until only the tip is
in my mouth. I sweep my tongue over him, greedy for anything he'll give
me. Loosening his grip, he pulls away from my mouth, crouching down and
fitting his lips to mine. The kiss is messy – need and desperation tangling us
together until we can't breathe.
"Charlie, this is torture," Lach says, his voice husky. I hold back a smile,
loving that they can't move, that I'm completely in control.
"Ready, Cam?" I ask, gazing up at him as he stands, his perfect body
bathed in golden light. He doesn't need to ask what I want. Positioning
himself behind me again, he spits on his fingers, massaging me until I
squirm, my entire body clenching in preparation. I freeze as Cam slides the
head of his cock back and forth over me, teasing sensitive skin. He doesn't
make a move until I'm pushing back on him, and then he's sinking into me,
filling me until I don't think I can take anymore.
"Fuck," Jack grinds out, his body bowing beneath me as he struggles to
hold back.
"Now," Lach rasps, the word melting into a moan as I clench around
them. Cam pulls me against his body, my back plastered to his front. He
rakes his nails over my stomach, then slides his hand further south, trapping
my clit between his fingers. Cam jerks, his body tensing, then groans,
pushing his ass back before slamming into me.
"A little warning would be good next time," he says, looking back at
Lach.
"Surprise!" Lach laughs, low and sexy.
Electricity races over my skin as we get into a rhythm, and I swear I can
hear it crackling between us as ecstasy takes hold of the reins, whipping us
into a frenzy of unbridled lust. My muscles spasm around them as I
scramble for control, not wanting this to end.
"Come for me, Charlie." Cameron's breath is hot on my ear, his hand
moving to my throat, forcing me to submit. Waves of agonizing bliss rock
through my body, Lach and Jack's hands pulling me down onto their cocks
as I come. Cam thrusts, his hip stuttering before he gives in, and then they
all fall like dominoes. They come as one, cocks flexing and hips straining as
their empty themselves into me.
Holy fucking shit.
I slump against Cam, my thighs burning. He bands his arms under my
breasts, lifting me as Jack disentangles himself and makes a spot for me to
lie down. As soon as I'm free from them, Lach is between my legs,
massaging my thighs, his gaze burning hot.
"There's no way I have a round two in me," Cam says, looking between
us. "I'm going back to the house to shower and scrounge up some food." I
reach up to him, pulling him down for a kiss before slapping him on the ass,
yelling after him how much I love him.
"You look so fucking good with our cum dripping out of you," Lach
says finally, sliding his thumb through it, and pushing it back inside. Jack
comes and stands over his shoulder, his eyes dark.
"Whatever the two of you want to do, just do it," I chuckle. In the blink
of an eye, I'm sitting on Jack's face. Lach straddles Jack's torso and pushes
me forward so I'm supporting myself with my hands.
"This is what we want," Jack growls against my pussy, dipping his
tongue into me. Lach spreads my ass cheeks, sliding his thumb in Cam's
cum before getting in the same position as me to eat out my ass. God, this is
so dirty. I should hate it. Make him stop. But I only push back, wanting
more, greedy for every swipe of their tongues. Lach groans behind me and
shifts his body back. I look underneath my arm as he pushes forward, Jack’s
cock dragging along his, both of them still hard as a rock. I stay in that
position, watching what their bodies are doing as they feast on me. A wave
of need grips me as Lach pulses forward enough for Jack's cock to catch on
his ass, and then it slips between his cheeks as he pushes back, sliding along
his crack. Jack groans beneath me, the sound vibrating against my clit,
stoking the fire higher. I scramble to turn around to face Lach, moaning as
Jack pulls me back down, fitting his mouth over my clit.
Lach sits up straight, letting Jack slide his cock up and down, precum
dripping onto Jack’s abdomen. I grab the lube and hand it to Lach,
trembling hands squirting it over his ass and Jack's cock. If I weren't so
fucking turned on, I would have laughed at the mess he made. I can tell the
exact moment the head of Jack's cock slides over Lach's back entrance – the
held breath, the need, the hope. And then it happens. Jack's cock doesn't
slide past this time, it catches on the rim, and time seems to stop. After a
moment of hesitation, Jack angles his hips and thrusts up, impaling Lach,
their broken moans melding together. I'm already coming as I lean forward,
grinding on Jack's face as I take Lach's cock in my mouth. One more thrust,
one more sweep of my tongue and Lach’s cum is filling my throat, his ass
strangling Jack's cock, both of them coming together. We collapse against
each other, breathing hard, Lach's low chuckle chasing goosebumps over
my body.
I swing my leg over Jack's face, collapsing to the blanket, trying to
catch my breath. I hear clapping and glance over to see Cam grinning as he
picks up the phone he must have forgotten. He drops to his knees beside
Lach, kissing him hard, then turns to Jack and claps him on the shoulder.
"I'm proud of both of you," he says, angelic eyes flitting between them.
"Now, let's go to bed, so we can wake up and do this all over again – every
day for the rest of our lives." He helps the guys up, wraps me in a blanket,
and swings me into his arms, kissing me softly. "Let's go home, Charlie."

The End

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EPILOGUE
OCTOBER

T
he sun-warmed balustrade is rough under my fingertips as I trace
circles on its time-worn surface. Orange leaves glow in the sunlight as
they swirl in the breeze coming off the loch. I sit down on the top step,
pulling my bare feet close to my body. I could look out over this view
forever, though admittedly, today it's looking a little different with all the
people running around like little ants. True to her word, Isla has taken care
of everything. She showed me a ton of pictures, had me pick my favorites,
and then took it from there. I couldn’t be more thankful to have her carry
the burden of decision-making while I settle into my new life.
I squint into the morning light, shading my eyes. Isla is hauling stacks
of chairs into the field, a guy from the rental company huffing and puffing
behind her. She sees me as I stand to grab my shoes and gives me a stern
look.
"Don't you dare," she shouts. "If you want to help, grab the baskets by
the door and collect moss from the woods." I gape at her. "I'm serious,
Charlie. I have everything else covered."
"Okay, okay!" I throw up my hands in surrender. "Just promise to tell
me if you get into a bind and need help."
"Don't forget about your makeup and hair consultation—" she glances at
her watch, "—in three and a half hours."
"I won't. Setting an alarm now." I pull my phone out of my pocket and
set a second alarm in case I miss the one I set a week and a half ago. I run
inside, shove my feet in my barn boots, and grab the two gigantic baskets
by the door. The grass tickles the backs of my knees as I trudge through the
orchard and into the thick canopy of the towering trees. Everything here is
muted and other-worldly, and it has quickly become my favorite place on
the estate. Isla didn't tell me where she's planning to have the ceremony, but
I secretly hope it's right here. Under these old-growth trees that have seen
generations of love and heartache pass beneath their boughs. Trees that
belong to the man I will soon share a last name with. Legally marrying Jack
was the easiest decision any of us have ever made. We all agreed that the
estate would eventually need a new generation to care for its ancient walls,
plow its fields, and tell its story. All four of us wrote each other into our
wills, doing more to cement our importance to each other than a marriage
license ever will.
"Charlie?"
I spin on my heel, my heart in my throat. "Arty!" I drop my baskets and
run to him, hugging him tight before leading him to a tall stump to rest his
legs. "What are you doing all the way out here?"
"Nice to see you, too, lass," he chuckles, his eyes sparkling.
"I didn't mean⁠—"
"The Scottish air is good for me. My bones felt younger the second I
stepped off the plane. I'm not quite sure why I ever left."
"Arty. If you love it so much, stay. There is plenty of room, and I would
be overjoyed to see your smiling face every day."
"I couldn't possibly impose on newlyweds." He pats my hand and closes
his eyes, taking a deep breath of the pine-scented air.
"It's not an imposition if you're invited." I crouch in front of him, taking
both of his hands in mine. "Thank you for coming, Arty. It means the world
to me that you'll be performing the ceremony for us."
"Thank you, Charlie. I haven't had this much excitement in years."
Isla takes time out of her hectic schedule for the test run of my hair and
makeup. I let her take the reins, and the result is stunning. My lips are a
dark nude, putting all the attention on my smokey copper eyes that make
the blue of my irises pop. The stylist pulled my hair off my neck, letting
soft curls fall around my face.
"You’re fucking perfect." Isla grins, taking out her phone and snapping
a few pictures. "Your job for the rest of the day is to have a couple of
glasses of wine and relax. Got it? Dinner will be here at eight and then we'll
go over last-minute details with everyone. Have you heard from your
parents yet?"
I collapse onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "No. The last time I
talked to my dad, he said he was coming with or without my mom. At this
point, I don't even know if I want her there."
"You'll have an amazing day either way, Charlie." Isla grabs my phone,
connects it with the speaker, and plays my favorite playlist. "Enjoy the
peace and quiet while you can. I doubt you'll get much time to yourself
during the honeymoon."
I sit up, my heart pounding. "What honeymoon?"
She zips her lips closed. "Don't worry, I already packed for you." She
crouches down in front of me, squeezing my shoulders. "Enjoy yourself,
Charlie." She kisses my cheek, her intoxicating perfume invading my
senses.
"You always smell so good."
"I'd say you could borrow it, but I don't think Jack wants you smelling
like his sister."
"Yeah, probably not," I laugh, taking the champagne flute she holds out
for me. She fills the glass a quarter of the way, then takes it from me and
hands me the bottle.
"Drink up, bitch." She clinks her glass against the bottle, downs it, and
walks out the door.
I watch her head back outside, my heart full. What would I ever do
without her? I'm almost positive I wouldn't be getting married tomorrow if
it hadn't been for her pep talks and gentle nudges. I only hope that one day
I’ll be able to return the favor.
Arty meets me in the front hall at promptly five minutes until eight,
dressed up in his Harris Tweed. We walk outside together, arm in arm. I
lead him around the side of the house and down the path to the long table
Isla has set up near the loch. Cafe lights, strung between tall poles,
twinkling over the sparkling place settings, mismatched tapers dotting the
center of the table, candlelight flickering over mounds of cascading flowers.
There's a smaller table to the side, two tall candelabras lending their light to
show off a dozen silver chafing dishes. Isla is peeking into them, fussing
with the levels of the fire beneath.
"Isla, this is beautiful!" I wrap my arms around her, squeezing tight.
"I'm glad you think so, Charlie." She holds me at arm's length, tears
welling in her eyes when she sees what I'm wearing. "The family tartan?" I
look down at my gown, the blues and greens of the tartan muted in the dim
light.
"I wanted something special. Arty got in touch with the people he
knows here in town and they were able to steer me in the right direction.
Did I get it right?" I twirl, the full skirt swishing around my feet.
"It's not just right, it's perfect." She looks behind me and grins, taking a
step back.
"Charlotte."
My heart jumps to my throat as I turn toward Jack. An impeccably
tailored suit covers his giant form, the rich brown bringing out the gold of
his eyes.
"That's a dangerous game you're playing, mo chridhe. Seeing your body
draped in my colors makes me want to steal you away and keep you for
myself." He slides his fingers over my palm, pulling my hand to his mouth,
warm lips grazing my knuckles.
"I like dangerous games," I murmur, shrieking when strong hands wrap
around my waist and spin me around. The emotions flickering across Lach’s
face rip the breath from my lungs. His eyes darken, that full bottom lip
trapped in his teeth as he rakes his eyes over me.
"Am I invited?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "You look ravishing,
Charlie. God damn." He spins me under his arm, the corners of his mouth
pulling up when I giggle. "I don't know what I did in a previous life to
deserve you, but what I do know is I'm not going to take a single second for
granted."
"You can take me for granted anytime," Cam pipes in, approaching with
an easy smile. He stops dead in his tracks as I spin toward him, his hand
flying to his chest. "Charlie. Fuck." He caresses my cheek, and then his
hand is sinking into my hair and he's pulling me close, warm lips fitting to
mine like a missing puzzle piece. "In less than twenty-four hours until I’ll
be able to introduce you as my wife," he says, pulling back, grinning. "I
didn't think this day would ever come, but here we are. I love you so much,
Charlie."
The dinging of silver against crystal grabs our attention, and we all turn
to look at Isla standing at the head of the now-filled table.
"Welcome, everyone! Thank you so much for joining us in the union of
four of my favorite people on this planet. If you have any questions about
your part in the wedding, please ask me tonight. Also, we are keeping the
details a surprise for our grooms and bride, so please, no chitter-chatter if
they're within earshot. Now, eat, drink, and be merry!"
"The only thing you need to know," Isla says in response to my look of
panic over the lack of instruction, "is Lorna and I will come to your room at
three tomorrow so we can all get ready together."
"Okay." I take a deep breath, letting the nerves roll off my shoulders.
"Thank you, Isla. I truly don't know what I would do without you."
"It's the least I could do to get the guys off my back," she jokes, waving
off my praise.
I wrap my arms around her neck. "I mean it, Isla. Thank you. For
everything."
"Anything for you, Charlie."
"I promise I'll return the favor someday."
"I'm counting on it."
Isla didn't plan fancy food for dinner; instead, she asked what
everyone's favorite food was and, as a result, made everyone feel like a
treasured part of the evening. I know almost everyone at the table: Arty,
Cam's parents, Lorna and her kids, Greer and Pen. There are two people I
don't know: a priest and the man sitting beside him, their hands linked
together, resting on the tablecloth. After dinner is over, Jack leads me over
to them.
"Charlotte, this is my long-time friend Father Calum."
"It's nice to meet you, Father."
"Call me Calum. The pleasure is all mine." He turns toward the man
beside him, "This is my—" he stops, his jaw working for a second.
"—his partner, Tyler," the man finished for him, his eyes sparkling.
Forgive him, this is the first time we've been out together.
"The infamous Tyler," Jack says, shaking his hand. "I've heard a lot
about you."
"I bet you have." The corners of Tyler's mouth pull up.
"Calum will preside over our formal vows, Charlotte. I'm not usually
one to follow tradition, but we need our marriage properly recorded by both
church and government to cover all bases." He turns to his friend. "Thank
you for coming out."
"I'm not going to turn down a free meal, Jack. Nor will I ever turn down
an invitation to this beautiful estate. It's been too long."
"We'll remedy that after the honeymoon. I'm ready to get back to our
weekly dinners."
"Really?" Isla appears out of thin air, startling all of us. "We can start
them up again?" She whips out her phone and presses record before Jack
answers.
"Yes, Isla. We'll talk about it after the honeymoon."
"I'm going to hold you to that," she says, pointing at her phone, a
stubborn tilt to her chin. She turns to me. "Charlie, I've come to steal you
away. You need your beauty sleep."
"Isla, no. Please let me help clean up."
"Nope, the guys have it covered tonight. I'm coming up with you to
check my email and go to sleep myself. I'm exhausted."
Jack takes me to Cam and Loch to say goodnight, then walks me up to
the terrace, stopping on the bottom stair.
"Any signs of your feet getting cold, Sassenach?" he asks, studying my
face.
"My feet are hot. So hot they’re—" he pulls me in for a relieved kiss
before I can finish. "—on fire," I murmur, my lips moving against his.
"Thank God, because I don't think I'd be able to give you up now, mo
chridhe."
"Never gonna give you up," I sing softly.
"Did you just Rickroll me the evening before our wedding?" he asks,
incredulous.
I laugh, his beard rough beneath my lips as I kiss his cheek. "Good
night, Jack."
"Sleep sweet, mo chridhe."

I crack open my eyes , watching dust motes slow dance in the beam of
sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains. I was expecting some
anxiety – panic even – not this effusive joy pumping through my body or
the overwhelming sense of peace that has me grinning and kicking my feet.
I get to marry three of my best friends today. Men that love me for who I
am, not what I can do for them. It's the best fucking feeling in the world.
I check my phone to find a barrage of missed texts. Isla sent an
itinerary: hair and makeup at two-thirty, get dressed at five, wedding at
five-thirty. All the guys sent good morning texts and instructions to look
outside the bedroom door.
I pull on my robe and pad to the door, peeking out into the hallway. A
pile of jewel-toned boxes sits in front of the door, a cream-colored envelope
propped up against them. I gather everything into my arms and dump it on
the bed, tearing open the card first.
Charlotte/Charlie/Carebear,
Open the red one first and the teal one last. We cannot wait to see you
walking down that aisle toward us. We've been waiting our entire lives for
you.
All our love,
Jack, Cam & Lach
Despite their instructions, I eye the teal box, my fingers itching to rip
the paper off. I pick it up, turning it over in my hands. DON'T EVEN
THINK ABOUT IT is written in thick black marker on the underside. I drop
it like it burns me, stifling a giggle with my hand. I slide my finger under
the bright red paper on the first present, carefully unwrapping an ebony
velvet box. I open it carefully, revealing a delicate bracelet made from
interconnecting links. A slip of paper reads A little something to
memorialize the moments we want to live on forever. I set the box on the
bed and unwrap the next one. Nestled inside are two tiny charms – a bar
stool and a painter’s palette. A piece of paper flutters to the ground, I pick it
up and read The moment I knew I was never going to be able to forget you
and how I made sure you'd never forget me. I chuckle. Our first time could
have been missionary position in my bed, and I still never would have been
able to forget him.
I clip them both to the bracelet and open the next box, snatching up the
slip of paper before it can fall. The moment Milo and I knew you were
something special, and the moment we gave it all up for each other. He
chose a charm that looks exactly like Milo when he barreled into me that
first day, and a tiny shack with the door hanging off its hinges. I blink back
tears as emotion threatens to overwhelm me.
There are two boxes left before the teal box. I choose the one the same
size as the previous two and open it to find an iridescent drop of water made
from glass and a miniature book. It's nearly impossible to choose only two
moments. The tiny drop reminds me of when we walked out of the bookstore
that first night. The way the sun shone through the sea spray and turned our
world into something magical. The book is for so many memories – the
weekend you helped me with inventory and we skipped out to go to the fairy
glen, the night before I left when we made love surrounded by the classics,
and finally, all the lonely nights I spent writing in the margins of Pride and
Prejudice, desperate for you to understand the depth of my feelings. I wipe
the tears dripping down my cheeks as I clip on the charms. I’ll treasure this
for the rest of my life. The second to last box has a card tucked alongside it.
We each chose a memory of all of us together to commemorate. We'll let
you guess who chose what. Tucked into the velvet are three charms. I
carefully pick up the first, my mouth falling open as the details come into
focus. It's a clawfoot bathtub like the one in the hotel in Edinburgh. The
second charm is a picnic basket – it immediately reminds me of the day we
spent at the abbey. The last charm takes my breath away. It's an exact
replica of the castle: every tower and every turret are memorialized in
shining gold.
My vision is blurry as I clasp them to the bracelet and fasten it around
my wrist, lovingly running my fingers over each memory. Their gift
couldn't have possibly been more perfect. I pick up the teal present, shaking
it and trying to discern the rattle. There's a velvet pouch inside the box –
this one is a beautiful shade of turquoise. I dump the contents into my hand,
and my heart stops. It’s a key fob. I clench it in my fist and run out of the
bedroom, racing down the hallway and into the foyer, and burst through the
front doorway. And there, in all her blinding glory, is a beautiful turquoise
Jeep sparkling in the October sun. I snatch up the sheet of paper tucked into
the windshield wiper.
Charlie,
I saw how you looked at every Jeep we passed when we were back in
the States. I figured it would be the perfect vehicle to get around the farm
and islands. I can't wait to see you in the driver's seat with your hair
whipping around in the wind. We all paid for it, but I picked it out. Just
needed to make sure you knew that ;)
Yours Forever,
Lach
I back up a few steps, taking in the tires that reach my hips, and the
black accents that make her look like a bad bitch. I open the driver's door
and launch myself inside, not able to wait to take her for a spin. It takes me
a couple of minutes to get used to the feel of the tires, but by the time I'm
turning onto the farm road, I'm golden. All the windows down, crisp air in
my lungs, my hair blinding me, I race over the uneven graveled surface. I
feel so free. Free from Rob. Free from my mom. Free from the judgment of
a small-minded town. Free from a job I hate. Free to run toward everything
I want. Suddenly this evening feels so far away. I want to see the guys now.
I want to be wrapped in their arms, whisper sweet nothings in their ears. I
turn around and drive back to the castle, resisting the urge to turn onto the
main road and drive until I find them. Isla is standing on the front steps
when I put the Jeep in park, her hand pressed over her heart.
"Is everything okay?" I ask her, hopping out.
"I swear to God, Charlie. If you ever scare me like that again—" She
doesn't finish, just pulls me into a tight hug, tucking her chin between my
shoulder and neck.
"Wait. You didn't think I was running, did you?"
"I didn't know what to think."
"I'll never run away from you or the guys, Isla. You're stuck with me
whether you like it or not."
"Good. Lach did a good job, didn't he?" she asks, her gaze caressing the
lines of Jeep. "I have to admit that I'm a bit jealous."
"I'll make you a deal. You can drive her anytime you want, as long as I
get to drive the Mustang."
She snorts, then coughs, her eyes watering. "I'll think about it. You
know that Mustang is my baby. Come inside and eat lunch with me while
we have the chance. Lorna will be here in an hour, and then it will be
absolute mayhem until the ceremony."
"Ready?" Isla asks a few hours later, tears threatening to carve a watery
track through her freshly done makeup. She looks so beautiful wrapped in
burnt-umber velvet, the dress fastened at her left hip with a kilt pin.
"Ready," I whisper, my heart in my throat. She turns me to face the full-
length mirror. I take one look and squeeze my eyes closed, breathing long,
shuddering breaths in and out. I slowly open them again, hardly able to
believe the reflection in the mirror is me. "You're both fucking magicians."
"We are pretty amazing, but this is all you, Charlie," Lorna says softly,
smiling.
It’s only my second time wearing this dress. It was the first one I tried
on, and both Isla and Lorna were insistent that it was ‘the one.’ It fits like a
glove and is the most beautiful gown I have ever seen, let alone worn. The
neckline sits just off my shoulders, the sleeves puffing slightly at the
shoulders and tapering to a snug fit at my wrists. Boning in the bodice sucks
me in tight and puts the girls on display. The full skirt, made from the same
blue-gray material, should be the perfect color to match the kilts I'm almost
positive the guys will be wearing. Lorna spent the last two weeks adding
embroidery to the contrasting center panel. I run my fingers over the
stitching, marveling at the details.
"I hope you like it," Lorna says shyly, eyes shining, porcelain skin
glowing against the deep russet brown of her dress.
"Like it?" I breathe, stepping closer to the mirror to see her work better.
"You are incredibly talented, Lorna. When you said you would add
embellishments, I thought you meant flowers or crystals. I never imagined
this."
She had embroidered the story of our love into my wedding dress. A
stack of books, a croissant, and the pub sign from Portree decorate the
bottom of the dress. A little further up is a masquerade mask, the ferry, the
cottage, and a piece of toast with one bite out of it on a plate with crumbs
surrounding it. The cab, the abbey, and hotel are all there. Lorna has
lovingly stitched every important piece of our story into the fabric, autumn
leaves, acorns, and flowers tie everything together into a beautiful
masterpiece.
I look closer at the castle stitched over my breastbone, down at the
charm on my wrist, then at Lorna. "Did you⁠—?"
"Guilty as charged," she says, winking. "The guys commissioned me to
carve wax figures of the charms so they could have them molded and
poured." She lifts my wrist, gently prodding at the charms. "They turned out
beautifully."
"Thank you both." I sniffle, blinking back tears.
"Don't you dare start crying," Isla threatens, patting tissue at the corners
of my eyes. She stuffs a couple of clean ones into the bodice of my dress.
"Better safe than sorry," she chuckles, fussing with my curls before cupping
my face and meeting my gaze. "You’ve made our whole family so
incredibly happy, Charlie. Now it's our turn to attempt to pay you back.
Enjoy yourself tonight, okay? Soak it in. Make memories."
Lorna hands us champagne glasses and holds hers up in the air, holding
my gaze. "To the first day of the rest of your life."
We walk out onto the terrace, and they help me down the stairs, fluffing
out my dress once we reach the grass. Lorna hands me a stunning bouquet
of autumnal colors with hints of blue. The three of us link arms as we walk
through the orchard, a deep sense of sisterhood tugging at my heartstrings.
As we approach the forest, I can hear the dulcet tones of "The Skye Boat
Song" greeting us. My heart flutters as the mounds of hydrangeas lining the
aisle come into view, beams of sun shining down over pews tucked between
the trees. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then another, trying to
calm my racing heart. When I open them again, my parents are walking
toward me, a huge grin plastered on my dad's face, tears running down my
mother's.
"Charlie. I'm so sorry." My mom holds out her hands but drops them
when I don’t come any closer. "I started going to therapy. I promise I'm
going to do better. Be better."
"I'm glad you came, Mom." I smile at her and then turn toward my dad.
"Charlie. My baby girl. I don't think I have ever seen you this radiant. I
am so damn proud of you."
"Thanks, Dad." I squeeze him tight, blinking hard to keep back the
tears.
"Are you ready?" He links his arm with mine, ready to lead me down
the aisle.
"I've never been more ready for anything in my life."

I can ' t believe this is real life. Tiny fairy lights strung high in the trees
fight off the twilight, lanterns illuminating the cascading hydrangeas
spilling along the edges of the aisle. Only a couple more steps and I'll be
able to see the guys standing there, waiting for me. Holy shit. I gulp
lungfuls of air, trying to calm my nerves.
"Hey," Isla frames my face with her hands, locking eyes with me.
"You've got this. Three men are standing at the end of that aisle that have
been waiting their entire lives for you. You could be wearing a potato sack
and they wouldn't care."
I know what she's saying is true, but my heart still feels like it's trying to
gallop out of my chest. Lorna grabs my hand, squeezing it before heading
down the aisle. Isla takes one last look at me and grins. "I'm so excited to
call you my sister." She turns and sashays down the aisle, smiling and
whispering greetings the entire way.
The music fades as the notes from a solitary bagpipe drift through the
trees, bringing tears to my eyes.
"That's our cue, Charlie." My dad draws me to the head of the aisle,
goosebumps racing over my body as strings accompany the bagpipe for a
full rendition of "Red is the Rose." As we step past the trees blocking our
view, everything comes into focus at once. A soaring arch at the end of the
aisle is dripping with billowing hydrangeas. Moss and lichen tucked around
the blooms make it look like it's been there for centuries. Arty is standing
underneath it, wearing his best Harris Tweed suit, cheeks creased with a
wide grin. I take a deep breath before swinging my gaze to the right,
blinking back tears. Nothing could have prepared me. They're standing side
by side, dressed in the MacLeod tartan, matching jackets hugging their
frames. But all I can see is how they're looking at me, the tears in their eyes,
the looks of disbelief passing between us, like none of us can quite believe
this is really happening.
Lach staggers back a step. "Fuck, Charlie," he mouths, his gaze raking
over me. Cam slowly shakes his head, his throat bobbing as he wrestles for
control. Tears streak down Jack's cheeks, lower lip trembling, hands flexing
at his sides like everything would be right in the world if he could just touch
me.
My heart is in my throat as we reach the end of the aisle. Standing
beside Isla, I kiss my dad on the cheek, and he joins my mother in a pew.
Jack's luminous golden gaze traps me like a fly to honey. I can't look away
as emotion devours us, the realization that our hopes and dreams are
coming true finally hitting. Lach is standing at his shoulder, the joy pouring
from him palpable. He reaches back, enfolding Cam's hand in his own as
Cam clears his throat, his lips twisting as he struggles to contain everything
he's feeling.
"I would like to welcome everyone to the handfasting ceremony for
Charlotte, Cameron, Lachlan, and Jack," Arty begins, his voice ringing loud
and clear. "I am honored to know all of them well and am thrilled that they
found each other and asked me to perform their ceremony. Through this
symbolic act of hand binding, they express their dedication to each other.
The intertwining of their hands symbolizes the everlasting ties that will
keep them united in matrimony." He holds up a cord that Isla and I wove
together of ribbons we gathered from shops all over the island. "This cord
serves as a continual symbol, a reminder of the unbreakable connections
they establish today and the solemn promises they exchange."
He draws us around him, Jack across from me, Cam to my right, and
Lach next to him, placing our right hands together. He begins weaving the
cord around our hands and wrists. "As this knot is tied, so are your lives
bound. All the dreams of love and happiness you have wished for are
woven into this cord, infused into its very fibers. May this first binding
serve as a firm foundation for your marriage, providing strength in times of
struggle and a constant source of light during the darkest of nights." He
squeezes our hands as he comes to the end of the ribbon. "Now it's time for
the vows. Who would like to go first?"
"I'll go first if that's all right?" Jack fumbles around with his free hand,
pulling a sheet of paper from his breast pocket. "As we stand under these
ancient canopies, autumn leaves crumbling beneath our feet, I can't help but
be reminded of you." He looks up from the paper, holding my gaze as he
continues. "The sky is the exact color of your eyes when I told you I love
you for the first time. The blush of the rowan tree reminds me of your
freshly kissed lips. The gentle breeze against the nape of my neck is like the
tender caress of your fingertips. Our love feels as old as the roots stretching
through the dirt beneath our feet, as strong as the trunks reaching toward the
warmth of the sun, like I find myself reaching for your hand day after day.
You brought me back to life, mo chridhe." He pauses, his gaze
encompassing all of us. "I am forever in debt to the force of nature that
brought the four of us together, and I promise I will spend every day of our
lives proving I'm worthy of this love."
Cam nods at Lach to go next. Lach sniffs, clearing his throat before
beginning. "I'm not a wordsmith, so this will be simple and
straightforward," he says, hazel eyes stealing the breath from my lungs.
"I'm in awe of you, Charlie – of your bravery, your courageousness, the
depth of your love. You've inspired me to be a better man since the day I
met you, and I will spend the rest of my life attempting to deserve even a
fraction of the love you give us." He looks around the circle, "I promise
never to take what we have for granted." I give him a tremulous smile and
then look at Cam.
The tumult of Cam's midnight gaze drags me under, drowning me in the
depths of emotion radiating from him. He angles himself, our shoulders
touching, his face only inches from mine.
"My nights belong to you, little witch," he begins, the rasp of his voice
barely above a whisper, making the moment intimate, precious. "My days,
too, of course, but God, nothing will ever compare to the gentle puff of your
breath on my cheek while you sleep, the soft murmured words when it's
only the two of us awake, or the way our legs tangle because we can never
seem to get close enough." He cups the back of my head with his free hand,
his thumb sweeping over my jaw. "You're my end and my beginning, the
music to my words, my supernova. I'm nothing if you're not by my side,
Charlie. Thank you for choosing me. For choosing us. For loving us for
exactly who we are, nothing more, nothing less. I promise I will be here for
you – for all of you—" he looks around, his gaze encompassing all of us,
"—until my time on earth runs out."
I take an unsteady breath, not sure how I can possibly do my vows
justice after they've poured out their hearts and souls so eloquently.
I steel myself so my voice comes out steady and true. "If I had known
the pain I felt all those months ago would lead me to this – to the three of
you – I wouldn't have wasted a single tear. My only regret is not jumping in
head-first from the moment we met. I didn't understand at first, but I've
come to realize I don't need to understand, I just need to accept your love.
Jack, thank you for being my rock, the lighthouse that guided me to safe
shores. Lach, thank you for being my ultimate hype man. For believing in
me before I could believe in myself. For your unfailing belief that I would
figure it out eventually. Cam, my poet, thank you for your quiet words and
unfailing love. For your unquestioning faith that we could somehow make
this work. And will you look at us now." A tear runs down my cheek when I
meet his gaze, the poignancy of it all crashing into me like a tsunami. "I
will never have the right words to tell the three of you how happy and
fulfilled you make me, so I'll just have to spend the rest of my life showing
you."
Arty begins winding a second cord – this one ancient, handed down
through generations – around our joined hands. "Just as your hands are tied
in unity, so too are your hearts, minds, and souls intertwined. Bound by
love, trust, and companionship, these knots symbolize a lasting connection.
May the bonds of this handfasting strengthen with every hurdle you
overcome and success you achieve. May your love shine as a guiding light,
inspiring all who cross your path."
"As a representation of your everlasting love and unwavering
commitment, please exchange rings."
I turn to Cam, pulling one of four identical rings from the bodice of my
dress. "With this ring, I give you my heart and my forever." I push the ring
onto his finger and kiss him on the cheek, my heart swelling as he turns to
Lach.
"This ring signifies my eternal commitment and love for you." He slides
the ring onto Lach's finger, both of them exchanging a grin before Lach
turns to Jack.
"With this ring, I pledge my unwavering devotion and a lifetime of
happiness together." Lach pushes the ring onto Jack's thick finger and then
squeezes his hand, slapping him on the shoulder.
I'm holding my breath as Jack turns to me, the final vow officially
closing our circle of love.
"As I slide this ring onto your finger, I seal a promise transcending time
and space. Through the highs and lows, I vow to be your rock, companion,
and greatest advocate. This ring symbolizes not just our commitment to
each other, but our shared dreams, our shared joys, and our shared future."
Our hands stay joined together as Father Callum takes Arty's place.
"Jack, repeat after me." I hold Jack's gaze, his words washing over me.
"I, Jack, take you, Charlotte, to be my wife, to have and to hold from
this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and
in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. This is my solemn
vow."
"Charlotte, repeat after me."
"I Charlotte, take you, Jack, to be my husband, to have and to hold from
this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and
in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. This is my solemn
vow."
Arty switches places with Father Callum. "I now pronounce you—"
Arty stops abruptly, all of us realizing at the same time that we didn't
discuss this part. "—husbands and wife," he finishes, shrugging his
shoulders, his eyes sparkling. He takes his time undoing the cords, a smirk
pulling at his lips. "Kiss if you must," he grumbles, giving us an
exaggerated wink. All three of them are on me before I can blink, kissing
me until my toes curl in my shoes.
"That'll have to do. For now," Jack murmurs, all of us breathing hard,
dying to disappear into the woods for some privacy. We turn as one,
gripping each other's hands, raising them in the air, celebrating a love that
should have been impossible. Cheers go up as we race down the aisle arm
in arm.
Orange streaks across the sky as the photographer takes his pictures,
nothing posed, only candids of us in our post-nuptial haze. We let the music
guide us to the reception, where we find that Isla has outdone herself, yet
again. The studio is lit up from within by hundreds of candles, white
tablecloths, crystal, and hydrangeas giving an ethereal feel to the space. A
parquet dance floor is set up outside under the cafe lights strung through the
trees. It feels like we've been transported to a court in some faraway fairy
land.
"What do you think?" Isla asks, slipping between the guys to wrap her
arm around my waist.
"Isla, you've truly outdone yourself. I owe you big time."
"We can talk about that when you get back. The boss just told me he's
getting ready to retire and the bar is mine once he does. I'm going to need
help giving it a facelift."
"What? Isla, that's so exciting!"
"Shh, you're going to jinx it. I'm not going to tell anyone else until the
paperwork is signed." She swirls out in front of me, her dress swishing
around her ankles, a huge smile on her face. "Ready to dance?"
Our first dance isn't traditional – how can it be when there are four of
us? Instead, we choose to have all the guests join us on the dance floor as
"At Last" floats in the air around us, and we all croon along. Wrapped in
their arms, I know I've finally found the home I've been searching for.
"So, who's going to give me a hint about the honeymoon? When do we
leave? Where are we going?"
Jack's chuckle slides over my skin like silk. "God, I can't fucking wait."
Lach checks his watch. "We leave in ninety minutes. We're going
somewhere private and warm."
"That's all I get?"
"Oh, that's not all you're going to get," Cam whispers, his gaze raking
over me like I'm not wearing a stitch of clothing.
Jack pulls me close, his lips against my ear. "We're going somewhere
we don't have to wear clothes⁠—"
"—and you can scream as loud as you want when you come, and
nobody will hear you," Cam finishes.
"And it has a playroom," Lach says nonchalantly, his poker face failing
to hide the need burning in his eyes.
"A what, now?" I whisper, my jaw on the floor.
"Otherwise known as a sex dungeon. It's exactly what you think it is,
mo chridhe. Get ready for the best seven nights of your life." Jack spins me
around and presses me against a nearby tree, pushing his thigh between my
legs as his lips devour mine.
Seven Nights. Three guys. One sex dungeon.
This is going to be the hottest honeymoon ever.

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I have to close-out this story by thanking my husband. In the rollercoaster


of life, he’s been the one waving the biggest foam finger, cheering me on
through every twist and turn. While I dove into the world of words, he stood
on the sidelines, giving me unwavering support and endless encouragement.
This book isn't just a story; it's a testament to the love story he and I
have written together. His encouragement has been the wind beneath my
words, the force that turns doubt into determination and hesitation into a
resounding "yes."
Here's to my biggest fan, confidant, and the one who turns every
ordinary day into an extraordinary adventure. He’s not just my lover; he’s
the plot twist that makes life unforgettable.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Daphne Leigh is an emerging author of spicy contemporary romance novels. She lives near the
Smoky Mountains with her husband, three kids, four dogs, three cats and a snake. This is Daphne’s
first book.

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