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"Let us make this the best first day of the rest of your life, Charlie." Cam turns my chin toward him, nipping at my bottom lip.

How the hell can I resist them? I walk over to the light switch and turn it off, the soft glow from the fairy lights illuminating their features. I strip as I walk back to them, leaving my clothes in a puddle on the floor.

"Welcome home, Sassenach." Jack flattens his body to mine, our lips tangling in a heated, desperate dance.

Welcome home, indeed.

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My bra slips through my fingers, joining the puddle of clothes at my feet. I don't move, my heart so filled with love that I can barely breathe. Soft golden light filters through the trees soaring above us, the high glass ceiling almost invisible. It reminds me of that day that Jack chased me out here, the vines and I both tumbling over crumbling stones. I look at them, at this place they've made for me, and I can't quite believe it. Jack reads every emotion on my face like he's been doing it his entire life. I don't need to say anything for him to know exactly what I’m feeling.

His lips meet mine with a need so fierce it brings tears to my eyes. "Don't think, Sassenach, just feel," he says roughly, his lips moving against mine, strong fingers cupping my face. I empty my mind, focusing on how his callouses tug at my skin as he slides his hand back to cup the base of my skull. He angles my head, deepening the kiss, giving me more than I would ever ask for. Lightning streaks over my skin as I pull him to me, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. My breath strangles me as his hands sweep down my back and over my ass. He grips the back of my thighs and lifts me without breaking our kiss, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He walks several steps, loosens his hold, and I slip from his arms onto the couch.

"Tonight is about you, Charlotte." Jack kneels at my feet, pulling them into his lap and pressing his thumbs into my arches until my eyes flutter closed, and I groan with pleasure. The couch dips on both sides as the guys join us, Lach on my left and Cam on my right. Having all three of them focused on me is overwhelming in the best way.

"The history nerd in me is geeking out over the fact that we're going to have sex in a chapel," Cam murmurs before bending toward me, his lips skating over my cheek.

"A chapel?" I ask, glancing around, tiny details I didn’t notice before jumping out at me. The arched windows, the raised area that must have been the dais.

"Mmm," Lach groans, the sound slithering over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Dirty. I like it." He nips at my bottom lip, hooded eyes stealing my attention.

"Our forbidden fruit," Jack rumbles, pulling my hips to the edge of the couch and pulling my knees wide. "So fucking sweet." He drags his lips up the inside of my thigh, and I shiver as his beard creates the most delicious friction. He stops shy of where I need his mouth, looking up at me as he drags his finger along my slit, then sinks it into his mouth, his eyes rolling back. He grips my neck and draws me to him, pushing his tongue into my mouth, our flavors melding together. Fuck. His hair is silky between my fingers as he kisses his way down my body. Cam and Lach move in, Lach tracing around my nipple with the lightest touch as Cam tilts my chin toward him, his gaze filled with so much emotion I nearly choke on it.

"I love you, Charlie." His touch is gentle as he closes the distance between us. Our lips spark as they touch, igniting a fire in my veins that will never be quenched. Soft curls crush beneath my hands as I pull him closer. I echo his moan as Jack traces his finger over my outer lips, the pressure so light that it has me arching my back, chasing his touch. Lach finally stops circling my nipple and drags his thumb over it, cupping my breast like it's a treasure he'll never give up.

"You're so fucking beautiful." I break the kiss, and Lach's hazel gaze locks with mine, holding me prisoner as he lowers his mouth to my nipple, swirling his tongue over me before sucking hard, a lightning bolt of desire hitting me squarely between my legs.

"More," I gasp, pushing my hips off the couch, desperate for relief. As Cam concentrates on my other breast, Jack commands my attention, hooded lion eyes tracking me like I'm his next meal. He drags his thumbs over my outer lips again, eliciting a choked, gasping sob.

"Jack." My voice breaks as his fingers move closer together, callouses riding over hypersensitive nerve endings. He switches direction before touching my clit, dragging his thumbs lower and lower until he's pushing them into me. I whimper, my body undulating beneath them as they worship me. Cold air caresses my breast as Lach moves his hand, skimming my stomach before sliding two fingers in a V over my vulva, narrowly avoiding my clit.

"Please," I beg. Cam swallows my groan as Lach presses down, rocking his hand back and forth before trapping my clit between his fingers and repeating the motion. I sink into a pool of molten lava, stars exploding behind my eyelids as I wrestle to keep my body under control.

"Charlie. " Jack's voice rips me out of my head and into the present, whisky eyes making me tipsy as he lowers his face between my legs. He moves Lach's hand back to my breast and then licks me right up the center, flattening his tongue against my clit. God. My thighs clamp over his ears, trapping him in place. He growls and pulls me closer, prying my knees open and pushing them wide until he has everything on display, like a king preparing to feast. He watches me with that predator's gaze as he bites my ass, slipping his tongue along my crack to circle my back entrance before focusing on my clit.

"This isn't working," Lach says suddenly, frustrated by his lack of access. He picks me up and hauls me outside, waiting for the guys to spread out an armful of blankets before laying me down. Jack is the first to join me on the ground, reaching and hauling me against his side, not stopping until my body is draped over his.

"Ride me, Charlie. I need to be inside you." I straddle his hips, holding his gaze as I lower myself onto his cock until he fills me completely. "Fuck," he breathes, his nostrils flaring, control slipping. He may have been desperate to be inside me, but I’m desperate for all of them. Right now.

"Can we try something?" I ask, my cheeks heating, unsure of myself.

"You don't have to ask that. Ever. The answer will always be yes," Lach smirks, eyes twinkling.

I stand up and move away from Jack. "Lach, lay down on your back and get as close to Jack as possible. I want your balls touching."

"Yes, ma'am." He salutes me and then steps close to Jack, sinking onto his ass and getting himself into place.

"Lach, put your left leg over Jack's leg. Good. Now the opposite on the other side." I watch as they follow my instructions, realizing this will be trickier than I thought.

"What is going through that dirty mind of yours, little witch?" Cam asks, raising one dark eyebrow.

"You'll see." I instruct the guys to get even closer, not happy until their cocks are only an inch apart. I step over them, facing Jack, sinking to my knees and spreading them wide to span their legs. Jack grabs my hips, Lach my ass, and I wrap my hand around their shafts, keeping the head of their cocks together as I lower myself onto them.

Fuck. A shiver wracks my body, pleasure coursing through me as they hit all the spots one cock will never reach. I breathe deeply, forcing myself to relax until they're buried inside me, their groans like a soundtrack to a filthy dream.

"Don't fucking move. Either of you," Lach pants, his hands kneading my ass cheeks as he struggles for control. I grin and squeeze around them, the pained look flashing over Jack's face telling me he likes this – a lot.

"Okay, Cam. Pick a hole. Mouth, ass, or pussy?"

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