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"Yes," I breathe, biting down on the strawberry and covering my face with my hands.

"That can't be what's making this so hard. We knew that was going to happen the second he claimed your ass virginity."

I laugh, a bit of the tension easing from my shoulders. I hold his gaze as I keep talking, "You climb on top of me, eat me out, and then fuck me."

"While Jack is fucking you?"

I nod, clenching my thighs together to ease the ache.

"That's called double penetration," he says matter-of-factly. "Now you know what to call it next time. And where is Cam in all of this?"

You can do this, Charlie, I say to myself, talking myself up. I take a deep breath. "Fucking you."

"Fuck," he chokes out, gulping down some water. "Your fantasy is my cock buried in your pussy and Cam's cock buried in my ass?

"Or vice versa. I've imagined it both ways."

His pupils blow wide and he runs his hands through his hair, making it stick up. He studies me. "It's like you were made for us. Or maybe we were made for you?" he asks, thinking it over. "Can I ask you something kind of personal about Jack?"

I nod.

"If he were bi, would you share him?"

"Absolutely not. He's mine," I say, surprising myself.

"Charlie—" My name is a plea on his lips. A prayer. "Marry us. Please."

"Last time I checked there are two more of you that would need to ask."

"Tell me what it'll take, Charlie."

"I don't want a proposal that is an afterthought to a conversation or sex. I want it to be planned. I want you all to be sure that's what you want."

"Do—" he starts, but I cut him off.

"And I want you and Cameron to propose to each other if that's what you want." He sniffs loudly. "Are you crying?"

"No. Maybe." Lach laughs, pulling me into a hug. "You make me so fucking happy, Charlie."

I squeeze him back, tears pricking my eyes when I realize what this feeling is. He feels like home.

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Gravel crunches under our feet as we walk into the cave. Lach stops and throws his head back in a wild howl, the sound bouncing off the walls, surrounding us until that feral part of me claws its way to the surface and joins in. Lach grins, grabbing me and spinning us around until we're both dizzy and out of breath. Adrenaline bubbles under my skin – I feel alive and ready to take on the entire fucking world.

"You don't know how good it feels to be myself around you, Charlie," he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yes, I do." I run my fingers over his stubbled jaw, push up on my tiptoes and kiss him.

The sea sweeps through the mouth of the cave, collecting in pools before being sucked back into the open ocean. We walk hand-in-hand down a rocky path along the left side of the cave – the only precarious access to the cavern at the back. Lach pulls an electric lantern out of his bag and holds it in front of us, illuminating our surroundings.

"Close your eyes," he says, raising his voice above the roar of the water.

"I can barely see it as it is," I protest.

"Close your eyes, Charlie. Please."

I shuffle back until I feel the cave wall behind my back before I close my eyes, resisting the urge to peek as I hear him walking around, then the flare of a match and water splashing. I startle when the warmth of his hands cradles my face.

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