Page 99 of Charlie

I nod, my pulse pounding in my ears. I've never felt like this. I never imagined myself being one of those people that doesn't care that someone could see us. I've never wanted anyone so much that I would risk everything. We step away from each other as a group of three people comes around the bend. They smile at us politely and continue toward the cave.

"Do you want to eat lunch now?" Lach asks, giving the intruders a dirty look.

"We may as well. Maybe they'll be gone by the time we're done and we can explore the cave alone."

"And what will we do in the cave alone?" he asks, raising one eyebrow.

"Stuff," I say, taking the containers he hands me.

"Stuff?"

"Mmhmm."

"This is the perfect time to work on your voice, Carebear."

"While we're eating?"

"Eating is innately sexual, don't you think?"

I look at his mouth, his tongue peeking out as he pushes a strawberry past his lips. I want that tongue doing dirty, nasty things to me. I bite my lip, keeping the words in.

"Tell me about one of your fantasies," he demands as he tears apart a crusty baguette.

My cheeks flush immediately, the one thing I can't seem to get out of my head rushing to the forefront of my mind.

"Tell me," he insists, spreading cheese on a piece of bread and handing it to me.

"I can't," I say, my heart pounding in my throat, butterflies going crazy in my stomach.

"Yes, you can," he coaxes.

I shake my head. How could I ever tell him what goes on in my mind? How dirty I really am?

"Nothing you say would ever change my opinion of you, Charlie," he says, reading my mind.

I shove the bread in my mouth to give myself time to think and he laughs – a deep, soulful belly laugh that instantly relaxes me. Fuck I love this man.

"If you want a voice, you need to practice using it, Charlie."

I nod and take a deep breath. "It involves all four of us."

"Thank God," he says, his eyes crinkling. "Your reaction made me a little nervous, if I'm being honest."

"All four of us at once," I say, letting the words tumble from my mouth before I can think about them.

"Now we're getting somewhere. What else?"

Oh God. I can't believe I'm even considering saying this out loud. Lach hands me another piece of bread and gives me an encouraging smile. I nibble on the edges, trying to figure out how to say it.

"Close your eyes and imagine it – it'll help the words flow."

I close my eyes and imagine it. The scene in my head is so vivid that I almost moan. "Jack is laying on the bed, propped up with pillows. He pulls me on top of him, but my back is to his front." I blow out an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes scrunched closed.

"Keep going," Lach says, his voice husky.

"Um," I lick my lips, "he..." I panic and open my eyes.

"He's fucking your ass?" Lach guesses, holding a strawberry to my lips.

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