Page 101 of Charlie

"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."

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