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"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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Ifeel 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.

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