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wasn’t painful enough all on its own, he’d also been able to imagine their exact positioning, with Justin fucking her from behind while he laid more smacks on her ass.
    Val had grown painfully hard as her cries increased in volume. Justin had given her what she needed and she’d come with an enraptured-sounding whimper. Both men had lain frozen on the couches when Charity had quietly padded to the bathroom, oblivious to their presence. A little while later she passed within their sight again, her nude curves catching the silvery moonlight as she returned to the bedroom. The bed creaked slightly as she climbed back in and the soft sounds of their voices widened the empty feeling in Val’s chest as he listened to their relaxed, unintelligible cadence.
    Charity had laughed and then Justin had strolled out, through the living room as though headed to the kitchen, still naked. He’d paused when he saw them, and probably the hard-ons they were both sporting. He’d had the audacity to grin, like them being there and hearing all that was okay.
    “Looks like our house guests got here a little early, babe,” Justin called as he continued on into the kitchen.
    “Oh crap!” Charity blurted and then after a few endless seconds of silence she began to giggle. “Sorry, guys!”
    Val growled and murmured, “Didn’t sound sorry five minutes ago.”
    Justin chuckled from the kitchen, “I heard that. And no, she didn’t sound sorry at all, did she? Want some coffee?”
    She’d dressed and joined them a few minutes later, her cheeks glowing but she was obviously happy to see them as she gave them hugs.
    Pulling him back to the present in the Dancing Pony, Ransome said, “It blows me away how easy Grace makes being in a ménage look. It’s been a long time and things have changed. He didn’t seem all that upset that we were listening to them make love. We could talk to Justin…”
    Val knew what Ransome was thinking by the way his words trailed off. “Lucy Owen also made it look easy but you saw how territorial Patrick and Beck were at the ROT Rally and you remember what Justin was like way back when we were in high school.” He recalled again the fistfight and the harsh, decisive tone of Justin’s words that day all those years ago. She’s mine. I don’t share.
    “I know.”
    After taking another sip of his beer, Val said, “I’m not opposed to the idea. I’m just not willing to risk what we have. At least this way we get to see her and Justin, and the kids. I don’t want to fuck that up.”
    “But the rally—”
    “I know the ROT Rally gave you hope, man. It gave me hope, too. But they have kids and a life. We’ve changed and so has she. It’d be humiliating to find out that she never felt that way about us to begin with.”
    Ransome shook his head. “No man. You saw the hurt in her eyes when we came to blows with Justin back in high school but there was something else there. She wasn’t just surprised. And she was really into us being there at the rally last year, watching, while she and Justin went at it. It made her hot.”
    “She has a thing for public exhibition but that doesn’t necessarily mean she’d be interested in carrying it further. That may be why Justin wasn’t pissed about us being there this morning. He knew she’d enjoy knowing they’d been overheard. That was about Justin giving her what she needs. Remember what Justin told Beck, after his monumental fuckup over the body painting? Any man there could look at her, but only he gets to touch Charity. He said he’s the one she shares her soul with. That did not sound like an opener for a ménage discussion to me.”
    He could shoot Ransome’s suggestion down all day but the truth was that he’d never met another woman like Charity. He didn’t want another woman. He wanted her. He flicked a glance up into the mirror and made eye contact with Charity in the reflection, and his heart sank a little further.
     
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