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"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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My 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.

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