Page 169 of Charlie

"But then you may not be here now, little witch. Everything happens for a reason." He leans against the headboard and pulls me into his arms, smoothing his hand over my hair, tracing my eyebrows with the tip of his finger.

"Tell me about this kiss." An image of Jack and Lach embracing forms in my mind, my belly clenching in response, heat climbing up my cheeks as my nipples pebble.

Cam cups my breast, flicking his thumb over the peak. "It turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Maybe," I hedge, folding my arms over my breasts.

"The kiss wasn't a big thing. They were both drunk and cozied up on the couch together. We were watching a movie, and it just happened."

"This was before you and Lach...?"

He nods. "I had feelings for Lach at that point but hadn't told him yet."

"And then what?"

"Jack told us never to mention it again. And we didn't. Until today."

I feel disoriented – like I'm looking at my life through a mirror – everything is in reverse, but still the same. "This is a mind fuck," I say bluntly.

"Tell me about it," he says, chuckling.

"Will this change anything?" I muse, trying to think of scenarios that would upset me but coming up blank.

"In my opinion? No. They already act like a married couple. This just adds another dimension when we're fucking."

"Sharing Lach doesn’t bother you?"

He huffs out a laugh. "I’ve always shared him with Jack. His happiness benefits all of us. I’m not a jealous person, Charlie."

I relax against him, my head fitting perfectly in the space between his neck and shoulder. Our proximity has him hardening against my back, but he doesn’t acknowledge it, keeping the focus on our conversation.

"What about me and Jack?" The question hangs in the air, my heart in my throat as I wait for his answer.

"I wish you could have known him before he met you, Charlie. He gave up on everything but the farm. I barely recognized him. You did something we couldn’t do – you brought him back to life."

I blow out a long breath and close my eyes, centering myself. I can't find it in me to be upset or disappointed. I love all three of them with every fiber of my being and know they feel the same way about me. What more could I possibly need? Cam cups my cheek, and I open my eyes, twisting in his arms so I can see his face.

"I'm so proud of you." His voice is rough, filled with emotion. "We don't fucking deserve you, but we’re going to spend every second of our lives trying to make it up to you." He tips up my chin, pressing his mouth to mine. I want to tell him they have nothing to make up for, but he holds me close, deepening the kiss.

"We need to tell them to get the hell out here, but I’m not leaving you alone in this bed," he murmurs against my lips, sliding his palm over my breast with a groan.

"Bang the headboard against the wall. That'll get them out here fast."

His lips curl against mine, his low chuckle raising goosebumps on my arms. He breaks our kiss to grab the headboard and shoves it against the wall rhythmically. I moan loudly, stifling a giggle with my hand when Cam's jaw drops, forgetting the headboard completely. One more moan, and Jack and Lach are fumbling with the door, tripping over each other to be the first one out.

"Now that you're both out here, we need to have a family meeting before continuing our evening." I untangle myself from Cam, pulling the sheets over my chest.

"Which one of you wants to go first?" Cam asks, looking between Lach and Jack.

"We kissed," Jack says, holding my gaze, emotion swirling in his eyes.

"And?"

"And I've never been more confused in my entire life." He glances at Lach, heat creeping up his cheeks.

"So, where do things go from here?" Cam asks, "Where does that leave all of us?"

"Can I be honest here?" Lach asks, his gaze flitting between all of us. "Jack is my best friend. That's not going to change. Is it?" He looks at Jack, vulnerability shadowing his expression.

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