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"Don't you fucking dare be gentle," he begs, the demand falling from his lips like a prayer, the moan that follows raising the hairs on my arms. She flexes her muscles, sinking into him, her hips stuttering as she pulls back, causing the part nestled inside her to push against her g-spot.

"Oh, God." She plunges back in, pulsing her hips.

"Harder," he begs, his entire body straining toward her, his expression torn between pain and ecstasy. His hands are fisted in the sheets, refusing to touch his cock, edging himself.

"Cam?" Her voice has a desperate edge to it, big blue eyes looking up at me, pleading for something she can’t put into words.

"You're sure?" She nods, leaning against Lach, arching her back, and pushing her ass toward me. I lube up a finger and swirl it around the silicone buried inside her. "Can I leave them in when I fuck you?"

Her nod is all the confirmation I need. I push my finger in slowly, my knees nearly buckling when she squeezes around me. So fucking tight, I reach around her and press the button to turn on the vibrator, her choked gasp spurring me on. I spread her cheeks, lubing her with my precum, and notch myself at her entrance, waiting for the backward swing of her hips to sink into her softness. I moan as her body constricts around me, the beads sliding along the underside of my cock, the combination nearly doing me in. I bury myself deep, pushing her tight against Lach, the three of us locked together.

I fist her hand around Lach's shaft, closing my hand over hers, guiding her. We all watch, mesmerized, as the head of his cock disappears inside our hands. We squeeze on the way back down, his moan like a gunshot propelling us toward the finish line. I give Charlie space, sliding almost all the way out of her as she sinks into Lach, greedily gobbling me back up as she pushes her hips back and pulls out of him.

"Cam—" her voice breaks, and I know I'm done for. I push into her, hard and deep, forcing her to do the same to Lach. His hand replaces mine, sliding Charlie’s fist over his shaft at a punishing pace. I hook my finger into the handle of the beads, pulling them out slowly, Charlie’s low, breathless curse shooting straight to my balls. One hard thrust and the three of us are catapulted over the edge, our bodies writhing together in uncoordinated chaos, half-formed words of desperation dying in our throats as we're dragged into the depths of carnal bliss.

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My insides feel hollow as we pull into the driveway of the Manor house, and Lach puts the car in park. None of us move.

"This is a fucking problem, isn't it?" Jack says, rubbing his hands over his face and growling in frustration. "I don't want to leave you here. I can't bear to watch you walk down to that cottage alone, mo chridhe."

"I'm glad we're all the same level of fucked," I say honestly.

"Come home with me." Jack twists in his seat to look at me. "All of you," he clarifies when Lach makes a sound of protest. "I'll have to custom order a bed, but in the meantime, we can move Cam's bed into my room."

I blink rapidly, tears threatening to betray my emotions. "You'd do that?" I search his face for any sign that this isn't what he wants, but his expression is clear and open, no signs of disappointment or hesitation.

"I would move heaven and earth if it meant I could wake up to your face every morning."

Fuck. "What do you guys think?" I ask, looking between Lach and Cam.

"You don't need to ask me twice," Cam says. "Wherever you are is where I want to be. If you want to be with all of us, and Jack's willing to share his room, then I'm there."

"Same," Lach agrees. "That will leave Isla alone in the house, though."

"She's been talking about renting out the rooms for years," Jack says. "Maybe this will give her the reason to do it finally."

"Wait. Why does she want to rent the rooms out?" I ask, trying to understand why she would add anything to her already chaotic schedule.

"She has to stay busy twenty-four seven. Now that the gym is exactly how she wants it, she'll be looking for her next project."

"Does she ever slow down?"

"Not since she was old enough to start helping me on the farm. One of these days, she'll meet someone that will force her to take time off."

"Until then, maybe I can convince her to take some days off with me. We could go on a hike or down to the beach." Lord knows I could use the exercise – I need to increase my stamina to keep up with the guys.

"Don't forget wedding planning," Lach says, his voice soft, trying not to startle me. My heart jumps to my throat. I've successfully avoided the stress of thinking about it, but that can't last forever.

"I've never planned anything before, let alone a wedding."

"And that's exactly where Isla will come to the rescue," Lach laughs.

"We haven't even asked her. Maybe she's too busy and she'll say no," I protest.

"You know that's not true." Jack raises an eyebrow at me. "Plus, she's the one that plans all of the castle events. She's had years of practice. A small wedding will be easy."

"What other events do you have besides the masquerade party?"

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