Running For It by Allyson Lindt

Twenty-Four

“What was in Vegas today?” I asked Ramsey between hungry kisses.

He sank his teeth into my shoulder. “A new future.”

“No.” I groaned into the delicious sting. “No more riddles or surprises. How does it help us?”

He pulled away to look at me. “Tomorrow morning, Hunter is going to fire Debbie. He’s going to do this as I’m holding a press conference to withdraw from the senate race.”

“Oh.” Not what I expected, but maybe I should have. Ramsey coming out was unlikely to end his career, but everything else about our relationship may not go over so well, and it wouldn’t stay hidden if we weren’t actively hiding it. “But… What about making a difference? Being made for this?” Every other reason he’d given me over the years for why he had to behave.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said. All of it, but specifically what you said about the pop-up event we did with Dottie. I talked to her today, to her lawyer, and financial adviser, about starting a charitable foundation to help shelters like yours. To bolster them. To build more of them. I’m going to head the entire thing, work my connections to grow it, and I’m hoping to God that Hunter will help me with the administrative details.” Ramsey finished with a satisfied grin.

“Well, apparently my boss is quitting his job tomorrow,” Hunter said. “So I do have an opening in my schedule.”

Ramsey turned his head long enough to give Hunter a quick kiss. “You’re hired.” Ramsey turned back to me. “That’s the surprise. That’s how I fix things. I’d do it anyway. You were right, it’s how I can make a difference. But I’m hoping you’ll stick around to see things in action. With me.”

“I will.” I couldn’t fight my smile.

Ramsey gripped the back of my neck with a strength and possession that lit my soul on fire. “I love you, Violet. Every day you’re not here, every day for the past few years, I’ve missed you.” He drew his tongue up the side of my neck, to nip my earlobe. “I’m not letting you go again. Either of you.”

“Is this a good or a bad time to tell you we decided not to go through with the divorce?” I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but since we were implying long-term here, and I wanted exactly that, someone should bring it up.

Ramsey kissed along the shell of my ear. “I told you,” somehow he made a whisper sound like a command, “I’ll only share with you. With him. But you’re both mine.”

As he said mine he bit my neck. I’d be covered in marks soon, and the idea made desire throb between my thighs. “I love you too. Intensely. Completely. From now until forever.”

“I want something from you,” Ramsey growled against my skin.

“Anything.”

“I want you on the couch, naked, fingering your pussy while I suck my boyfriend’s cock.”

I smiled through my flush. “You’re such a charmer.”

He tangled his fingers in my hair and tugged. “Damn right I am.” He crushed his mouth to mine, stealing my breath. Pouring intensity and desire into the connection that flowed between us. “Naked and playing with yourself. Now.”

Ramsey let me go and I stepped away. I felt a bit silly taking off my clothes like this. Was I supposed to do something sensual? Dance? Just tearing them off all random-like didn’t feel right.

I was deliberate about stripping my sweater over my head. When the knit material cleared my eyes, and I saw two gazes focused on me, confidence surged inside. I shimmied out of my slacks. Made a little show of taking off my bra and pushing my panties to the ground, and settled on the couch.

Hunter and Ramsey were still staring at me.

“Well?” I asked.

Ramsey shrugged. “Well?”

“You’re supposed to be the show,” I said.

He grinned. “Fair point.” He turned back to Hunter and crushed their mouths together in a drawn-out, groan-inducing kiss.

I felt the ghost of fingers and lips gliding over me each time they moved against each other, and it clenched around me with desire.

Ramsey unbuckled Hunter’s belt with a practiced flick of the wrist, and whipped it free from its loops with a sharp crack that sent shivers through me. Then they were kissing again. Bodies molded to each other. Mouths hungrily devouring each other’s grunts. Ramsey gripping Hunter’s erection through his pants.

The heat and intensity that flowed between them sparked over me. I was a part of that connection, and that was as enticing as every grope and touch.

I glided my hands over my torso, touching lightly enough to tantalize over my breast, my stomach, and my inner thighs. I wanted that feeling of skin on skin, but I wanted to draw out this moment of voyeurism.

Ramsey undid Hunter’s trousers and lowered himself to his knees as he freed Hunter.

Hunter’s groan, when Ramsey took him in his mouth, drew a similar sound from me.

Why did I have to get naked to watch the show? Did I care? Not really, given how incredible the watching was. Hunter half-closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Ramsey bobbed his head. Sucking. Licking. Stroking Hunter’s balls.

I spread my legs and slipped my fingers to tease my opening and draw out the slickness. I spread my juices up and down, gliding along my pussy as Hunter’s groans grew more stuttered. Less controlled.

I dipped my fingers inside me, and reached for my clit with my other hand. I pumped and stroked faster in time with the bob of Ramsey’s head. I saw the tension coiling through Hunter. He was close, and I wanted to see his pleasure when he came.

Hunter’s face screwed up, and his grunts were stuttered. He was fucking Ramsey’s face harder and harder, until he paused. Shuddered. Sagged.

I let myself come, with Hunter’s pleased posture burned in my mind. I closed my eyes and my head fell back as pleasure and climax wrapped around me. My orgasm tapered off, and I struggled to find my breath.

Hunter’s mouth closed over mine, startling me. He was still panting too, teasing my lips as we gave each other life.

He broke away, and as Ramsey grabbed my wrist, I let my eyelids flicker open. Ramsey held my gaze as he sucked my fingers clean, each lick sending a shudder of delight through me.

When Ramsey finished, he moved my hand to his waist. “Take out my cock and stroke it.”

His command and confidence stoked my need. I scooted to the edge of the cushion and did as ordered, freeing him. Wrapping my hand around his shaft. Holding his gaze as I stroked lightly. I teased my thumb over the head and smeared a drop of precum, and he shuddered.

Ramsey pulled my hand away and tugged me to my feet. “Do you remember the night we met?”

“Vividly.”

“The one thing I desperately wanted that night was to pull you into my lap and fuck you.” Ramsey sat on the couch, turned my back to him, and guided me toward his lap. As I lowered myself, he slid inside me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest, burying himself to the hilt and stretching me out in the best way possible.

He kissed along the back of my neck as he rocked inside me.

Hunter knelt in front of me and my anticipation spiked. He pressed his face between my legs licking me and Ramsey at the same time. Hunter teased my clit with his tongue and devoured my pussy while Ramsey built to slow, steady pace.

They both worked me, the pressure and pleasure building inside me, growing, blooming, driving my senses wild, until I came hard. I rode the wave of orgasm, enjoying every fresh sensation.

Ramsey pounded harder. Hunter pulled away and joined us on the couch, to press his lips to mine, sharing my taste with me. To kiss Ramsey. To tease my nipples.

Ramsey’s thrusting grew to a frantic pace, pounding against me. His grunts and grip were familiar and right. He spilled inside me with a drawn-out groan.

As we all came to a stop, the world seemed to pause with us. No one spoke as we leaned into each other. I was happy to be still and enjoy the closeness of the men I loved.

We moved to the bedroom, to collapse in an exhausted but pleased pile on Hunter’s bed. He and I each rested our heads on Ramsey’s chest.

“So, the two of you…” Ramsey’s voice rumbled through me. “Should I be jealous?” His tone was light.

“Mister I Don’t Share Well?” Hunter scoffed. “Can you be anything but?”

I laughed. “This coming from the guy who said he wouldn’t share his man.”

“Ah.” Hunter’s bravado faded. “You remember that.”

My smile wouldn’t leave as I snuggled closer to Ramsey. “Yes. The two of us. The three of us, technically.”

“I couldn’t have planned it better,” Ramsey said.

“Which is why you have me.” Hunter propped himself up on one elbow.

I shifted my position enough so I could see him without straining. “While I see your point, you couldn’t have planned it any better, either.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Nope. Because it doesn’t get better.” I sighed.

Ramsey tilted his head up to kiss the tip of my nose. “You’re a sap sometimes. I love it. Especially when it means you admitting I was right.”

I snorted with laughter. “You were so not right. But things worked out in spite of that.”

“Do I get to wear the ring?” Hunter’s change of subject was blatant.

“Ravyn gets to wear the ring. I gave it to her yesterday, with Dottie’s blessing. This way it stays in the family, and she can wear it no matter who she ends up with,” Ramsey said.

“CoughBenCough.” Hunter’s words ran together. Ben and Ravyn were BFF’s forever, the same way Ramsey and Hunter had been, and both of their families expected they’d end up together.

Ramsey clucked. “Don’t let her hear you say that.”

“You still weren’t right.” I’d let the subject drop now. I just had to get in one last word.

Ramsey shifted quickly, displacing me, and I squealed in surprise. He rolled enough to pin me to the mattress, his chest pressing into mine. “Take it back.”

I stared back stubbornly. “Make me.”

“Nope. Never.” He tilted his head and brushed his lips over mine. “We’re all here because this is where we want to be.”

I wouldn’t—couldn’t—argue that. This really was better than I could have imagined, being back with Ramsey. Realizing how much Hunter meant to me. Life was incredible.