Page 62 of Charlie

"You'll see soon enough. I've been saving it for a special date night. Just the two of us."

I bite my lip, thinking of what we could do on a boat with nobody around. My gaze lowers to his full lips, then to his throat as he swallows.

"Charlie," he says, his voice a warning. A siren's song.

"Okay, that's my cue to get the hell out of here." Isla jumps up and gives me a quick hug. "Don't be a stranger," she whispers as she squeezes me.

Both of the guys get up as she heads back inside. Jack bends down, brushing his lips over mine. "Get your sleep tonight. I'll see you in the morning."

I nod, wishing he'd stay, but too unsure of myself to ask.

"I'll see you when you get back from camping," Lach says, pressing a kiss to my hair.

"Why are you leaving?" I rasp, immediately regretting asking.

"You've had about a pitcher of sangria tonight. You need your sleep."

"I have not!" I protest, pushing to my feet. I grip his arm to keep me upright, my head spinning like a top. "I take that back," I groan.

He chuckles, "Go wash up. I'll tuck you in before I leave."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Go on." I squeal when he smacks my ass as I walk past him.

I put on my skimpiest nightie, my body buzzing from the alcohol. Lach is sitting at the foot of my bed when I come in.

"Fuck, Charlie," he whispers, his gaze roaming over me.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want you to do," I purr, sitting next to him.

"You know I can't do that." He stands, pulling me to my feet and turning down the sheets. "Go on, get in."

"Touch me," I beg, climbing onto the bed, giving him my best fuck-me eyes.

"You've had too much to drink, Charlie."

"Then I'll touch me," I pout, sliding my hand over my stomach and underneath the lace of my panties.

"Charlie," he croaks, his gaze glued to my hand.

I moan, circling my fingers over my clit. He pulls my panties off and presses my knees to the bed, his eyes drinking me in.

"You, too," I demand.

He takes his time unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. It seems like it takes him an hour to push his hand inside his boxers and pull out his cock. Two pumps and I can see the precum glistening.

"Are you clean?" I pant, unable to tear my gaze away from his hand as he slides it over his cock.

"Yes," he grinds out.

"Cum on me. Please," I beg, seeing the hesitation in his eyes.

He pulls my hand away from between my legs, his jaw muscle jumping as he leans over me, sliding the head of his cock back and forth over my clit. "Fuck, Charlie." He moans, thrusting into his hand as he comes.

I try to pull my hand away from his hold, desperate to touch myself, but he swats it away. "Let me look at you for a second. You look so fucking hot with my cum dripping down your pussy."

"Fuck," I groan, his words stoking the flames higher. "Lachlan, please."

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