Page 139 of Charlie

"Thank you, Fergus," he says, squeezing his shoulder.

My jaw drops as we walk through the lobby – soaring ceilings tower above us, everything dripping with gold and crystal. Gray-veined marble covers the floor, seamlessly flowing up mammoth columns.

"You guys went all out, didn't you?" I ask, my gaze snagging on the mother-of-pearl elevator buttons.

"That's the bloody point, isn't it, Carebear?" Lach says, giving me a lewd wink before pushing the button for the highest floor. Jack sets me down once we leave the elevator, my feet sinking into the plush coral-colored carpet. Lach opens the door to our room with a flourish, stepping back to allow me to go through first. Before I can even step forward, I hear a scuffle behind me, and then Cam's clean scent surrounds me as he tips me into his arms and carries me over the threshold.

"Welcome to our home for the next couple of nights, little witch," he says gruffly, his voice caressing my skin like cool silk. He sets me on my feet, winding his arms around my torso as I look around the room in awe. On the wall across from us, windows stretch floor to ceiling, a sweeping view of Edinburgh castle squeezing the breath from my lungs. I can only imagine how majestic it must look at twilight with the city's twinkling lights below. The largest bed I've ever seen is to our right – easily twice the size of a standard king bed. It's piled high with fluffy blankets and pillows.

Cam looks down at me, his eyes sparkling when he sees how badly I want to jump on it. "Just do it, Charlie," he chuckles.

I run and launch myself on the bed, twisting in mid-air and landing on my back. I almost jump out of my skin when I see myself staring down from the ceiling. "Why is there a mirror on the ceiling?" I ask suspiciously. "Between the bed and the mirror, one would think this room is used for orgies."

"I'm sure it's seen its fair share," Lach says, biting his lip to keep the smile from his lips.

"Either way, it's nice that they have a bed that will fit all of us," I smile, patting the bed so they'll join me. Lach and Cam sit next to me, shrugging out of their layers and pulling off their shoes. Jack doesn't move an inch, he just shoves his hands in his pockets and stares at me.

"Come on," I say, sitting up and patting the bed beside me.

"No."

I raise my eyebrow at him and hop off the bed, stalking toward him. I grab his hand and pull him toward the balcony doors, determined to find some privacy, so he'll tell me what's wrong. We step outside, and the second the door closes behind us, Jack's fingers hook in the waistband of my skirt, and he pulls me roughly against him. I brace my hands on his arms, his muscles rippling under my fingers.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, leaning back so I can look at him.

"What's wrong?" he scoffs, "What's wrong is I'm half a second away from bending you over the railing and fucking you until I don't know where I end and you begin," he says roughly. "I can't be near you without touching you, and I can't touch you without touching things I shouldn't be touching right now." He slides his palm over my ass and squeezes.

"Then let's skip dinner."

"I'm not ruining the rest of the day because I can't control myself, Charlotte."

"You won't be ruining anything. Unless you plan on eating dinner off my naked body while the entire restaurant watches, I would much rather stay in the room and be thoroughly fucked."

"Is that what you want? To be watched?" he asks quietly, spinning me around and sliding his hands down my arms, his hands covering mine as he places them on the railing. I look down at the people walking on the street below us, a thrill racing over my skin.

"Maybe?" I whisper.

"Should I push your skirt up, pull your panties to the side and fuck you right here?" I moan as he rolls his hips against me. "I love learning new things about you," he says roughly, his lips against my ear. "How about a bath and a quick nap instead?"

"Who said anything about a nap?" I protest as he leads me inside, stopping at a clawfoot tub set into an alcove. Jack doesn't answer, instead turning on the water and watching me through the billowing steam.

"Arms up," Cam says from behind me, kissing the skin between my neck and shoulder. He peels off my top and then unhooks my bra. Placing a finger at the top of my neck, he slowly runs it down my spine, his breath hitching. "This isn't a race, Charlie," he murmurs as he unzips my skirt.

"It's a marathon. If we all want to reach the end together – without injuries – we need to take it slow." He pushes my skirt off my hips and turns me around, the hunger in his gaze speaking to something feral deep inside me. I unbutton his shirt and slide my hands inside the fabric, desperate to feel his skin on mine. He drops to his knees in front of me, eases my underwear over my hips, and helps me step out of them. His jaw flexes as he looks up at me, struggling to control himself. He gives in and grabs my thighs, pulling me toward him. My body spasms as his tongue slide over my clit in one long, languid stroke.

"Fuck," I gasp, pushing my fingers into his hair.

"His mouth is magic, isn't it?" Lach whispers as he walks up behind me. He cups my breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers. Tracing a finger over my ass, he follows the curve to my pussy, pushing a finger inside me. I sag against Lach as my muscles give up under the punishing onslaught of their attention. When Cam feels my thighs start to spasm, he pulls away, a tortured look on his face.

"Please," I beg.

"Not until tonight," Cam says softly, watching Lach lift me into the bathtub. Cam sits at my head, coaxing me back until only my face is out of the water. He wets it thoroughly and then helps me sit up before pouring shampoo into his palm and massaging it into my scalp. Lach sinks to his knees to my left, and Jack sits on the edge of the tub and rubs my feet, all three of them pampering me like a goddess.

The attention makes me uncomfortable at first. My body knows how to handle sexual touch, but this? The intimacy is overwhelming. Sensual. I steady my breathing, forcing myself to relax and enjoy their ministrations. Jack pulls one of my legs out of the water and opens a tub of salt scrub, carefully scrubbing one leg before starting on the other. Lach massages my left arm first, then moves to the other side of the tub and massages my right arm, then presses his fingers into my chest muscles until my nipples beg for his touch. Cam leaves for a second and returns with a cup, filling it with fresh water and carefully pouring it over my hair. Once he finishes rinsing out the shampoo, he pulls the stopper out and drains the soapy water.

"We'll fill it again, don't worry," he laughs when he sees the look on my face as goosebumps pebble my skin. As the last of the water swirls down the drain, Cam motions to Lach to turn on the water. Lach's gaze snags on my puckered nipples as he reaches over, cranking one of the handles without looking.

"Fuck!" I shriek, arching away from the freezing water.

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