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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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Iwake 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.

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