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Jack sets me on my feet, and Cam pushes my robe off my shoulders, depositing it with his own on a chair. He snags my hand, pulling me toward the edge of the pool.

"Does this remind you of anything?"

My heart is in my throat as I lift his glasses from his face, carefully setting them down so they won't get crushed, just like I did on that special day months ago. I meet his dark gaze, his blood calling to mine, desire twisting her tendrils around us until we can barely breathe.

"Only one of the best days of my life," I whisper. My words end in a shriek as he pulls me in. I push out of the water with a spluttering laugh that quickly dies on my lips. Cam's hair is slicked back, his skin pale as moonlight, the light from the pool reflecting in the depths of his midnight eyes. His gaze trails over me, settling on nipples straining against the fabric of my bra, desperate for his touch.

"Do you know what I couldn't stop thinking about that day?" he asks, his throat bobbing as he closes the distance between us.

"What?" The edge of the pool bites against my back as he closes in.

"How you would taste." Hooking a finger into my bra, he pulls the cup down, swirling his tongue over my nipple. "If we hadn't been interrupted, I would have lifted you onto that rock—" he lifts me, setting me down on the pool's edge. "— then I would have laid you back." He puts his hand behind my head and gently lowers me. "Then," he whispers, pulling my lip into his mouth, "I would've kissed my way down your body." I jerk under his touch as his lips graze the sensitive skin over my ribs. "I would have stripped you bare so I could look at you." He pulls my panties over my legs, pushing my knees wide, the heat in his gaze burning me alive.

"And then what?" I ask, my voice low and husky, edged in desperation.

"Then I would have dipped my tongue into you just a little bit, dragging it over your clit. He groans as my taste bursts over his tongue, sliding it through my folds before flattening it against my clit. I whimper, my back bowing.

He drags his teeth over my clit, chuckling against me as I wrap my legs around him, trapping him. He says something, his words mumbled. I let my knees fall open, my stomach clenching as his predatory gaze meets mine. "Have you ever squirted with a cock in you?" He repeats, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I shake my head, my face heating.

"Do you want to?"

"Do you really think she'd say no to that?" Lach chuckles, popping out of the water next to Cam. "Say yes, Carebear."

"Yes. Absolutely, yes.”

Jack lowers himself to the pool deck next to me, caressing my cheek. "Close your eyes, mo chridhe. Focus." He covers my eyes with his hand, plunging me into darkness.

Cam laps at me again, pushing a finger in deep, fucking me with it. I circle my hips, dropping my knees open, arching into his touch. He crooks his finger, rubbing my g-spot with firm pressure, moaning against my clit. Fingers replace Cam's mouth, and I hear a breath shudder out of him, imagining Lach's hand sliding over Cam's cock, firm fingers sliding over silky steel, encouraging that first drop of come to bead at the tip. A whimper slips between my lips as the pressure builds.

Cam notches the head of his cock at my entrance, pushing in slowly, his finger still dragging me to dizzying heights with every pass. He grunts as he bottoms out, fighting the animalistic urge to take me hard and fast. One more thrust and the pressure becomes unbearable.

"Oh, God." I groan, praying to the gods that I'm not about to pee all over them.

"You're doing so good, little witch," Cam rasps, holding me steady as he fucks me, easing off as I get close.

"I'm—" Cam puts more pressure against my g-spot, and I lose the ability to speak. A second later, his entire body shudders, his low moan ripping through me. "What just happened?" I ask, the tension in Cam's body not letting up.

"I'm fucking Cam with my finger," Lach says thickly, his hand clenching on my knee every time he pushes into Cam.

"Jack, I want to see them." I shake his hand off my face. I meet Lach's gaze. "Fuck him."

"Are you sure? I'm too close to hold back now."

"I'll take care of her when you two are finished," Jack says, stroking himself.

"Let me take care of you," I beg, an overwhelming need to please him grabbing me by the throat.

"Charlotte—"

"Please, Jack." I must sound broken because the stubbornness leaves his face, desperation taking its place.

"I don't even know how in this position," he says, his voice ragged.

"Grab the pillows from the chairs and put them under my shoulders and head,” I instruct. He helps me lift my body and slides the pillows under, making sure I’m comfortable. "Now kneel with your knees on either side of my shoulders. Lach, you're good fucking Cameron?” I ask. “I want all of us to come together."

"Yeah, I'll manage," Lach winks, squeezing my leg before turning to Cam and pulling him into a heated kiss.

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