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"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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My 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."

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