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"I love you so fucking much," I whisper, my voice breaking. Pressing me into the ground, he cradles my face as he fucks me with his tongue, riding me hard. He's in complete control, my body answering his demand for more. He presses his face into my shoulder, reaching between our bodies to wrap his hand around my shaft.

"Come with me," Cam groans. His breath trembles against my neck as his hips slap the back of my thighs. I grab his ass, pulling him closer as he fills me, ragged breaths filling my ears as ecstasy wraps her fingers around my throat and squeezes. Stars burst behind my eyelids, a moan ripping from my throat as we fall apart in each other's arms.

"Fuck, Cam," I pant as he slips out of me and rolls onto his back, chest heaving. He turns to face me, moonlight reflecting in his eyes, one corner of his mouth pulling up.

"When you wake up tonight with those doubts in the back of your mind, my cum leaking out of your ass will remind you that nothing has changed." He stands up, looking down at me, firelight gilding the lithe lines of his body. I take the hand he holds out to me, letting him help me up. The stroke of his thumb over my cheek is tender, the love in his gaze so fucking pure and sweet, it makes me want to protect him from everything wrong in this world. I swallow hard, blinking away the onslaught of emotion.

"Come on," he whispers, giving me a watery smile. "Let's go get washed up."

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The shower spray pummels my face, water pouring into my mouth as I stand there, grinning like an idiot. I never thought it could be like this. I'm totally, completely, undeniably in love and having the hottest, most mind-blowing sex of my life.

That sound Jack made. God. My body tingles, my nipples puckering as I re-live the moment.

"Charlotte." Jack's voice rolls over me like a thunderstorm, electricity crackling between us. I turn, wiping the water from my face, my heart jumping to my throat when I open my eyes. He's leaning against the shower opening, one arm above his head, his whisky gaze caressing every dip, every swell.

"Jack." I mimic his brogue, biting my lip to keep my smile under control. He steps forward and tugs my lip free, sweeping the pad of his thumb over the offending teeth marks. The corner of his mouth pulls up when my breathing hitches.

"Same, mo chridhe." He backs me to the wall, pressing his thigh between my legs, trapping me. "In the beginning, I thought this insatiable need would dull with time. That it would become more comfortable. Familiar, even." He touches his fingers to the place just over my heart, then slides them up my throat, tilting my chin so my gaze locks with his. He searches my eyes, something wild and desperate in their depths reaching out to me. "So tell me why it's only getting stronger? I can't be near you without needing you, Charlotte. Your strength. Your opinion. Your love. Your body."

"Go on," I murmur, memorizing every word that falls from his lips.

"Tell me why I've had a permanent hard-on since the day we met." He leans forward, his cock pressing into my hip, like his cum isn't already dripping out of me. "Tell me why I can't fucking get enough." His lips are gentle at first, then all-consuming, his tongue demanding entrance, fucking my mouth until I'm boneless and out of breath. "I need you to know that if I had to choose, I would choose you," he rasps, cradling my face between his hands.

"You're not going to have to choose, Jack." I sweep a strand of hair behind his ear, trying to decipher the emotions flitting across his face. "The four of us are tied together in a knot so complicated, we'll never unravel."

He searches my face, desperate to make sure I'm being truthful, doubt and hope warring for dominance in his eyes.

"Jack, If you're worried about what happened tonight, it didn't change anything. The two of you were already a couple in every way except physically. It just makes being in bed together that much hotter."

"You're being completely honest?"

"Always."

"Fuck, Charlie." He pulls my leg around his waist and thrusts into me without warning, pinning me to the wall, his chest heaving. I moan as the head of his cock pushes past my g-spot, then gasp as he bottoms out, filling me. I rock my hips against him, rolling my clit back and forth over his pubic bone. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you," I gasp as he sweeps his hand over my ass, his middle finger sliding in easily.

"Again."

"I love you, Jack." He crushes his lips to mine, fucking me hard and fast, claiming me with his cock, his finger, his tongue.

He groans my name, his lips still touching mine, his eyes staring into my soul. "Be a good girl and come for me." My body obeys, clenching around him as he pounds into me, reality suspending as we fall apart in each other's arms.

I want to stay in this lavender haze forever. Bodies pressed together, water streaming down around us, sweet nothings on our lips.

"I love you, Charlotte," Jack says, pressing his forehead to mine, his hands anchored on either side of my face.

"I know." I smile up at him, my heart so full I swear it could burst.

Jack and I pad to the kitchen in our robes, leaving the bathroom free for Cam and Lach. I root around in the fridge while Jack puts milk on the stove for hot cocoa. By the time the guys join us, there's a charcuterie board and mugs of hot chocolate waiting. We sit down at the table, looking around at each other, waiting for someone to say something.

"That was fucking hot," Cam says, hiding his grin in his mug.

"Agreed." I lift my mug in a toast, then take a sip, moaning as the first chocolatey sip kisses my taste buds. I watch with interest as Lach lifts his eyes from his hands, glancing at Jack. This is the first time I've ever seen him with that shadow of doubt in his eyes.

"It was perfect," Jack says roughly, holding Lach's gaze. Lach's entire body relaxes, the doubt replaced by something that lights his eyes from within.

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