Page 134 of Charlie

"I know," I say, "I'm nervous in a good way. I've never done this before, and I don't know how it's all going to work. Or fit."

"You don't need to worry about that, Carebear. All you need to do is let us worship you."

"But I'll have to?—"

"You don't have to do anything," he interrupts, "Our focus will be on you and your focus should be on coming as many times as possible. Now relax and enjoy the view," he says softly, burying his hand in the hair at my neck and running his fingers over my skin.

I don't know if I'll ever get used to being with three guys that don't have a selfish bone in their bodies, but it's going to be fun trying.

Before we know it, we're crowding back into the car and waiting for the cue to drive off the boat. As soon as we're on the road again, Cam pulls my feet back onto his lap, but this time he unties my shoes and takes them off, tucking them up underneath Jack's seat. Next, he peels off my socks, puts them in the seat pocket, and wastes no time sliding his hands over one foot and digging his thumb into the arch.

"Fuck," I groan, my back arching as he works his magic: a torturous mix of tickling and the best massage I've ever had. Half an hour later, his touch has softened into light caresses up and down the soles of both feet. He catches my attention with a wave of his hand, mouthing something I don't understand. I shake my head, shrugging an apology. He looks down at his lap, then back up at me with wide eyes. When I still don't understand what he's trying to tell me, he hauls my foot higher in his lap, pressing it against his very hard cock. I have a problem! He mouths again, exaggerating the syllables and I finally understand.

"I see that," I murmur quietly, the corners of my mouth pulling up into a grin.

"Charlie, will you grab me a bottle of water from the cooler, please?" Lach asks, glancing back at me in the rearview mirror.

"Yep!" The cooler is wedged tightly between the seats and I struggle with it before realizing I'm going to have to pull it up onto the seat to get it open. I scooch next to Cam, trying to make enough room for the cooler. He hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me into his lap. His cock is hard against my hip as I lean over to grab the cooler and he takes the opportunity to slide his hand between us, adjusting himself so he's nestled between my legs. I straighten, handing Lach his water, fighting back a whimper as my nerve endings roar back to life.

"Does anyone else want anything?" I ask, having to clear my throat to get the words out.

"I do," Cam breathes into my ear, his fingers pressing into my hips as he flexes against me.

Fuck. I rock my hips over him, my brain telling me this is wildly inappropriate while my body is screaming at me to keep going. He slides his hands under my skirt and over my thighs, pulling them wide, my skirt bunching around my waist.

"Water, please," Jack says, holding his hand behind him. As I lean over to grab another bottle, Cam hooks his finger into my underwear, pulling it away from my body. Before I hand Jack his water, Cam slides his hand underneath me so that his thumb impales me as I straighten, his pointer and middle finger coming up to cradle my clit. I freeze, clamping my mouth closed as my pussy desperately clenches around his finger.

"Fuck, Charlie," he groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder.

I give in to the moment, grinding my pussy against his hand, my body desperate for release. My eyes flutter open, meeting Lach's gaze in the mirror before he adjusts it so he can watch Cam's hands on me. I moan as Cam licks a path up my neck, biting my earlobe. Jack shifts in his seat, turning to look back at us, and I hold my breath, not sure what his reaction will be.

"Put the cooler back down on the floor," he says roughly. I carefully lower it to the floor and he motions for Cam to move to the middle of the seats. Cam slides over and pushes me forward on his thighs, fumbling with his pants as Jack takes the opportunity to slide two fingers into me, massaging my clit with his thumb.

"The three of you are going to mess around while I'm driving?" Lach grumbles, his gaze moving between the mirror and the road.

"I promise I'll make it up to you later," I pant, a whimper when Jack pulls away quickly becoming a moan as Cam's cock nudges at my entrance, a small warning before he slams into me. I bite my lip, tasting blood, as I attempt to hold in a scream. Jack leans through the gap in the seats, using Cam's knee to support himself as he lowers his lips against me and sucks on my clit.

"Oh, fuck," I gasp, pushing my hips forward toward Jack, then slamming back onto Cam's cock, holding Lach's gaze in the mirror as my body tenses, my orgasm washing over me like a tsunami, hitting me with wave after wave as I struggle to take a breath. Jack palms my neck and pulls my lips to his as the last tremors fade, his taste melding with mine as our tongues clash.

"You're so fucking hot when you come," he growls, kissing me one more time before sliding back into his seat. Cam thrusts one more time and then pulls out, straightening his clothes.

"You don't want to get there?" I whisper, surprised.

"Not until later." He lifts me from his lap, twists in his seat, and then pulls me against his chest so we can stretch our legs comfortably. I yawn, and he chuckles, kissing the top of my head. "Sleep sweet, my little witch."

75

Iwake up to Cam smoothing my hair away from my face, his touch soft and tender.

"We're here," he whispers, smiling down at me like I'm the center of the universe.

"Where is here?" I ask, pushing myself up so I can look out the windows.

"The Abbey," Lach answers, opening my door and pulling me into his arms. He grips my jaw and holds me in place, kissing me soundly before grabbing the cooler from the backseat and tossing me a blanket from the trunk.

"We're having a picnic?" I squeal, feeling like we're in a movie surrounded by tall, crumbling spires and ancient stones.

"Yes," he chuckles, watching me take in our surroundings.

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