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"Are you soaking wet just thinking about me watching while you fuck yourself?" He lowers his lips to my neck, his free hand skating over my stomach, making me shiver. Fingers slipping past my waistband, he brushes over my curls before sliding his finger along my slit, sinking into me with a groan. I bite my lip to silence my sob as I drop my weight onto his hand, rocking against the heel of his palm while his fingers destroy me. He pulls away as my movements become more desperate, licking me off his fingers before carrying me to the bedroom. I rip my shirt off over my head the second he releases me, then drop my pants, impatiently pulling my feet out before scrambling onto the bed. I lean against the mound of pillows along the headboard, and he tosses me the vibe, walking backward several steps until he's pressed against the wall.

"Do you want to see what watching you does to me, Charlotte?"

"God, yes." I open my legs wide, exposing myself to him as he pulls down his pants, his cock springing free. I instinctively rock my hips, imagining how it would feel if he slammed into me. The silicone is cool against my skin as I slide the head of the vibe down my slit and back up, circling it over my clit, my hips mirroring the motions. Jack's hands are fisted by his sides, nostrils flared, jaw ticking as he watches me pulse it against my entrance.

"You want this tight pussy, don't you?" I flex my hips, holding the vibe still as I sink onto it, groaning as the pink bunny ears nudge at my clit. Jack's cock jumps, aching to be touched, sucked, fucked. "Do you want to slam into me over and over until my pussy strangles you as I come on your cock?" I get perverse satisfaction as his body takes control, his hips thrusting into the air. I turn the vibe on, gasping as I push it in further, rocking it over my clit, my pussy clenching around it. Jack's eyes are hooded as he watches me, harsh breaths filling the room, precum dripping down the tip of his cock. "And then you would work your way into my ass, watching as the head of your cock stretches me." I'm panting now, fucking myself good, rocking my hips to meet every thrust.

"You've got it all wrong," he growls, leaning over the bed to grab my ankles, his fingers biting into my skin. "Leave it in," he commands, dragging me to the edge and flipping me over. He turns the vibe off and slides a finger in next to the vibrator, stretching me. When he's satisfied that I can take him, he palms my ass cheeks and lifts my hips. "I want to feel your pussy stretch around me as I fuck you while your vibrator is still inside you." He watches as the head of his cock stretches me, pulsing at my entrance before sinking into me with a rough groan. "Then I'm going to play with your asshole and watch you squirm while your brain tells you that you shouldn't like it, but your body begs for it." He slides his thumb between my legs to get it wet and then circles it against me, pushing on that stubborn ring of muscle until it gives and lets him in. An inhuman sound comes out of me as I arch my back, desperate to take him deeper. "And then I'm going to turn the vibrator on and fuck you hard and fast, just how you like it. He reaches underneath me, pressing the button on the vibe until it's on high, and then anchors his hand at the base of my neck. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he breathes, pulling back until only the head of his cock is inside me. "Such a good fucking dirty girl." Everything goes black as he slams into me, his hand holding me down, using me for leverage, pulling me back onto his cock as he drives forward. "This is what you do to me, Charlie. You drive me fucking wild. Now come on my cock and show me how good I make you feel." My body obeys him, spasming around his shaft in absolute fucking ecstasy as he takes me hard and fast, pushing our bodies to the brink, his roar of release joining my desperate cries as we say goodbye to the cottage together.

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My heart is in my throat as we turn into the castle drive. I roll down my window and carefully sit on the doorframe, giving me a clear view of the landscape as we slowly roll by. I can't help the grin that pulls at the corners of my mouth. I look back at Lach's car and laugh when I see the glower on Jack's face. I'm sure he's worried that I'll fall to my death while Cam's driving five miles an hour. I hold on a little tighter, anyway. I close my eyes and tip my head back, and take a deep breath through my nose. This is what home smells like. Earthy. Salty. Slightly sweet from the heather blooming all around us. A lump forms in my throat as the castle comes into view.

"Welcome home, Charlie." Cam's palm is warm on my thigh, his light squeeze letting me know he's feeling the same way. I slide back into my seat as we come to a stop, the realization that this is my life hitting me like a ton of bricks. Jack opens my door, helps me up, and reads me like an open book.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, turning me to face him, fitting his hips between my legs. His hands are gentle as he cups my face, fingers pushing into my hair, massaging my scalp. "If this is too much, too fast, you just have to say the word Charlotte. I let my feelings get ahead of me earlier and shouldn't have sprung this on you like that. I just couldn't imagine sleeping without you in the same bed after this weekend."

"It's not too much," I promise, reaching up and tugging on his beard. He pulls me into a hug, and I feel like I can breathe again.

"Ready, Sassenach?" I nod against his shoulder, and he whisks me up, carrying me in his arms as he strides toward the house.

"Jack. I can walk."

"You're moving into my house, Charlotte. I'm carrying you over the threshold." A delicious thrill slides through me at the possessiveness in his voice. I push my fingers into his hair, scraping my nails over the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck. His groan brings out goosebumps on my arms.

"Goddamnit, Charlotte. Do that again, and I'll pin you against the truck, spread you open and fuck you right here."

"Yes, please."

"Will I find my cum still dripping down your thighs?" he asks, his voice a growl in my ear.

"Will you lick me clean like a good boy?"

He stops dead in his tracks, nostrils flared, eyes wild. "Cam's right. You're a fucking witch. I need to go check on the farm, but all I want to do is fuck that dirty mouth of yours."

"Go take care of the farm," I say, caressing his cheek with the back of my finger. "I'll be your sacrificial lamb when you get home."

"Say that again," he says roughly, carrying me up the stairs and through the door.

"I'll be?—"

"No, the other part." He sets me down, holding my gaze.

"Home."

"I'll never get tired of hearing you say that." He cups my cheek, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. "Are you craving anything? I'll grab something to cook for dinner before I come home."

"Surprise me."

By the time we wrestle Cam's bed into Jack's room and get it set up, the guys have stripped off their shirts, and I can't stop staring at the beads of sweat dripping down their bodies.

"Anyone want to go for a swim?" Lach asks, his hair sticking up in spikes as he runs his fingers through it.

"Yes!" Cam and I echo each other. We watch as Lach drops his pants, his boxers not doing much to hide what's underneath.

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