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I pull in a breath, starting to protest, but he presses a finger to my lips. "Listen. If you want to stay, you should stay. There's no obligation, nothing to pay back. Just you staying with your people, ok?"

"You're only one-third of this equation, how do you know Jack feels the same way?"

"You have no clue, do you?" He shakes his head, not hiding his frustration. "Jack was ready to propose to you the second you showed up here. He's been holding back. A lot."

I groan. This was supposed to be a simple working holiday, for fuck's sake.

"It's not that deep, Charlie. I know you have trauma in the past that makes it hard to trust us, but we're not him. I'm not trying to guilt you into staying – I'm letting you know there are options so that you can make the best decision for you. We both like spending time with you– whether or not it turns into something more – and we'll take you for as long as we can get you. No strings."

He stands up and massages my shoulders with strong fingers. My heart hammers with awareness, the smooth skin of his stomach only inches from my face. I lean forward and swipe my tongue along the ridge of muscle on his right side. Encouraged by his groan, I do the same to the other side, then trail kisses from his navel to his waistband.

"Speaking of strings," I murmur, looking around to make sure everyone's inside. I pull on the tie of his swim trunks, pulling them down just enough to see the base of his cock. My mouth is watering with how badly I want to taste him. "Please?" I whisper, looking up at him with fuck-me eyes.

"God, Charlie. I don't know how I can say no when you look at me like you're starved for it."

"I am," I rasp. He's heavy in my hand as I pull him out, his skin like silk against my palm. I lick one long stroke from his balls to the tip, swirling my tongue over the glistening drop of pre-cum. He shudders as I draw him into my mouth, hissing as I hollow my cheeks and bob my head.

"Charlie," he groans, "This wasn't supposed to happen yet."

I hum my disagreement. He swears and bucks his hips, sinking into me. He jerks back when I gag. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Charlie." He tries to pull me up, but I don't budge. He grabs my ponytail and pulls my head back.

"Harder," I gasp, the bite of pain fueling the fire in my veins. He clenches his jaw, looking at me look up at him, my hair still tight in his fist.

"I won't be able to control myself if we keep going. I want to fuck your face like it's the last fuck of my life, and there won't be anything gentle or sweet about that."

"I don't want gentle and sweet. I want you. In my mouth. Now." I pump my hand over him, waiting for him to release me so I can devour him. I'm not sure I've ever wanted something this bad in my entire life. I can see it in his eyes when he gives in.

"If you want me to stop, tap twice on my leg, okay?"

I nod, my eyes on the prize. I'm on him the second he lets go, sliding my hand over him as I suck and lick his head. I tease his frenulum until he buries his hands in my hair, but he still doesn't take control. I grab his ass and pull him toward me, burying his cock in my throat. He moans, gripping the sides of my face and holding me still as he fucks my mouth. I feel it when he starts to tense.

"I'm so close, Charlie." He pulls away, jerking out of my hands and backing up a couple of steps.

"Please, Lach." I crawl to him.

"I can't be gentle with you, Charlie. I want it too much. You deserve better than that."

"It's not about what I deserve, Lach. I want to make you feel good."

He closes the distance between us, cupping my face in his hands as I look up at him.

"Please."

"Fuck, Charlie." He grits his teeth as I take him back into my mouth. I've never felt like this before. I feel free. I am free to be who I am and tell him what I want – what I need. I sneak a hand down between my legs as he chases his release, staring up at him, our gazes locked, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. He groans, his entire body arching as he pulls my head forward to take one last thrust. I swallow him down and then lick him clean.

"Get the fuck up here," he growls, pulling up his trunks, lifting me, and wrapping my legs around his torso. He rests his forehead against mine, still breathing heavily. "You are a mother-fucking goddess, Charlie. You could eat me alive, and I would figure out a way to say thank you after. And fuck if you didn't look like you wanted it."

I laugh, low and husky. "I want way more than that, but that's a good start."

He slides his hand into my hair and pulls my lips to his, kissing me like he didn't just fuck my mouth. A shiver of need races down my spine, and I move against him, desperate for some friction.

"Dinner's ready," Jack says from behind us, his deep brogue raising the tiny hairs on my arms. Lach kisses me one last time and then sets me down.

Jack slaps my ass as Lach pulls on his shorts and walks toward the house, running his hand over the globe of my ass cheek and straight to my center, sliding a finger inside before I realize what he's doing.

"Fuck, Charlotte. Did he get you ready for me?" He pulls his finger out and licks it off slowly. "Come on, let's eat."

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