Page 179 of Charlie

I revel in my control over him. In the way his hips move forward to meet my hand, in the desperate grip he has on my shoulders. I push his shaft against his stomach, licking from base to tip, feathering my tongue over his frenulum. I let him fall back down, sucking him into my mouth, bringing my hand up to cup his balls, lightly squeezing as I bury him in my throat. I hum my approval as he threads his fingers through my hair, holding on for dear life.

"Lainey, Goddamnit." His eyes are dark as he looks down at me, burning this moment into his memory. I shift, tucking my heel underneath me, rocking back and forth as I fuck him with my mouth.

I'm trembling with desire when I finally lick the drop of precum from the tip of Cam's cock, my eyes rolling back as raw sex explodes over my senses. Lach is next to me a second later, lowering himself to the floor and manhandling me until I'm straddling his face.

"This wasn't in the book," I chastise, my protest cut short as he runs his tongue along my slit.

"Forget the damn book," he mumbles against me, "I need this like I need air to breathe." He punctuates the passion of his words by pulling me tight against his face and sealing his lips around my clit. Stars burst across my vision, white-hot balls of flame setting my world aflame. I hook my hands around Cam's thighs and pull him closer, gripping the base of his shaft and running my tongue around the head of his cock. Jack starts reading, his brogue rolling over me, waves of desire driving me higher as I act out what he's saying.

Cam groans as I lick him, following the ridge before sliding my tongue back and forth over the sensitive skin where the shaft meets the head. I lean forward, taking him all the way in, sealing my lips around him and hollowing my cheeks as I pull back. Jack stops reading, tossing the book aside to unzip his pants and pull himself out. I let Cam's cock pop out of my mouth and crawl over to Jack, gagging myself on his length before pushing him back onto the bed. I climb up his body, holding him in place as I impale myself on his cock, desperate for relief. His fingers press into my hips, tilting me forward and pressing me down so my clit is riding over his pubic bone. His lips move over my neck, but I can't hear his words. I push myself up, letting myself get lost in his whisky eyes.

"What did you say?" I push a strand of hair off his forehead, tracing my finger down to his beard, rolling my hips as I pull at his lower lip with my thumb.

"I said it feels good to be home. He pushes my hips back until his cock slides out of me, my clit stopping it from springing back up to his stomach. "I'd follow you around this godforsaken world just to listen to the sound of your voice, Charlotte. If you tell me you want to live in the pits of hell, I'd be there putting out a 'welcome home' doormat. You'll always be home to me, Sassenach." He licks his lips, his throat bobbing as he cups my breast, squeezing lightly. "Home." His callouses are rough as he sweeps his palm over my stomach, holding it there. "Home." He slides me back up his cock, my clit dragging along the top of his shaft. He notches himself at my entrance, slamming into me with a broken groan. "Home, mo chridhe." I melt against him, fitting my lips to his, putting everything I'm feeling into that kiss. "I think it's time to let them join us," Jack says, the desire in his eyes taking on a wild edge. I look over my shoulder at Lach as he climbs up behind me, his eyes dark.

"How do you want to do this, Charlie?"

I shiver as Lach sweeps his hands over my ass cheeks, spreading me wide, his hum of approval shooting straight to my core.

"I don't care. Just get in me," I beg, pushing back into his hands. He slides his shaft along where I'm stretched around Jack, coating himself.

"Jack, will you share with me?" Lach asks, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.

"Let me turn around," I say, my voice sounding desperate to my ears.

Jack lifts me in the air, flipping me around to face Lach. I impale myself again, my entire body clenching in anticipation as Lach shuffles closer. He grips himself in one hand, sliding the head of his cock up the underside of Jack's shaft. A whimper catches in my throat as Lach tips my chin up to meet his gaze, a maelstrom of emotion in its depths.

"You want to watch?" He runs his tongue over my bottom lip before pulling me closer and drawing me into a searing kiss. He pushes my chin down, and I watch as he swirls his thumb around the base of Jack's cock and slides that thumb between his ass cheeks. The groan that rips out of Jack's throat is a sound I could listen to forever. Lach pushes the head of his cock against us, my slick folds stretching for him.

"Cam, come over here." I hold my hand out for him, needing to feel complete. "I don't care where, I just want you to get there with us."

"Fuck that," Jack grumbles, motioning for Cam to straddle him. Cam climbs into place, lubing himself up before fisting his cock and nudging it between my cheeks.

"Is this okay?" he whispers, his breath tickling my neck.

"It's perfect." I push back onto him, my breath hitching as he fills me, riding the edge between pleasure and pain. I pull his hand to my front, guiding his fingers to my clit. Lach drapes my arms around his neck, driving my hips up and down, three cocks filling me with every thrust. My world goes quiet – their hands on my body, their groans, the way their cocks fill me – become the only things that matter. My body clenches around them, holding them tight, strangling them with desire, greedy for completion.

"Now." Jack's voice is harsh. Demanding. Lach cups my breasts, pinching my nipples as I slam down onto them, and I lose control as the beginning of my orgasm catches me in her vice grip. I go limp, clinging to Lach as they fuck me, our bodies moving against each other in uncoordinated ecstasy. I lean back against Cam as we come down from the high, their cocks twitching every time an aftershock ripples through me.

"Welcome to the mile high club," Lach says, pressing a kiss to my cheek, a tender smile pulling at his lips.

Welcome, indeed.

98

My heart is in my throat as familiar landmarks fly by the window. The guys are safely ensconced at a nearby bar, awaiting my instructions. I have ninety minutes to report back before they come to my rescue. Ninety minutes to tell my parents I'm moving an ocean away from them. To tell them three guys came to help me through this transition. And then one week to make them see that they're more than friends – that each one of them complements a part of me that was waiting for them my entire life. That they belong to me, and I to them.

My palms are sweaty as the driver turns into the driveway, my fingers slipping on the handle as I push open the door. I stand on shaky legs. I can do this. I pull out the long tube with Arty's commission plus my one ratty suitcase, looking worse for wear after the last three months.

Before I can start around the side of the house, determined to set my bags down and collect myself before I see them, my mom flings open the front door and runs down the steps, wrapping me in a tight hug.

"Welcome home, Charlie! We missed you so much!"

The word 'home' startles me. Home is a little rocky island surrounded by cerulean seas. Home is a feisty redhead that loves to gossip. Home is a cozy bedroom in a fairytale castle on the shores of a loch. Home is the three men waiting to rescue me.

"Thanks, Mom. I missed you, too."

"I got you an interview at the museum tomorrow! I hope you have something nice to wear."

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