Divine Charity(Divine Creek Ranch 18)(14)

Charity shook her head negatively and looked up at him. “Do you remember her last boyfriend? Owen?”

“I met him once, I think. The little prick, right?”

Charity snorted with laughter. “You hit that nail on the head. That’s the one. I was worried that he’d completely subjugated her until the day she surprised me and told me she’d thrown him out. If you’d told me my meek, self-conscious sister would one day be happily married and involved with three strong, loving men, with a toddler and another baby on the way, I’d have told you it’d never happen.”

“But things can change dramatically in a person’s life…if they’re open to possibilities. Right?”

“Yeah,” she murmured with her cheek against his chest again. “I suppose anything is possible.” As she spoke, she loosely wrapped her fingers in his hair, tugging ever so slightly, making it hard to concentrate.

He was formulating his next words when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He wanted to growl at the intruder until he realized it was Val.

His cousin gave him a lopsided grin. “My turn.”

Charity blew a little kiss at Ransome as he allowed her to move toward Val. He reined in the territorial urges that reared up inside him. If he was sincere about sharing with the guys then he’d need to release her to them easily. He’d seen it time and again with the other groups. The men didn’t go Neanderthal when their woman moved from one man to another, giving attention to each in turn.

Jack had told him that was paramount to any successful ménage. Charity’s happiness translated into their happiness, and if she knew they were jealous of each other, it would stop her from showing affection and that sure as fuck wasn’t what he wanted. Time to back up his desires with action.

He winked at her before nodding to Val and leaving the dance floor. Taking his seat at the bar, he nodded when the bartender asked if he wanted another refill. This time he didn’t use the mirror to watch them dancing. He angled his chair so he could see.

She spoke briefly to Val, her cheeks rosy, before laying her head on his chest as the opening bars of Chris Young’s “Who I Am With You” played. He looked around for Ethan Grant, wondering if he was the one orchestrating those slow songs but didn’t see him. That was the kind of thing that guy would do, anticipating and noticing all kinds of things other people didn’t see. Ethan had known right off the bat that Charity was on Ransome’s mind when he’d asked him and Jack and Adam about ménages, surprising him with how insightful Ethan was.

Val whispered in her ear before turning her as they settled into the steps of the dance. Val sank a hand into her golden hair and Ransome saw the contented smile spread across Val’s face.

Touching her hair wasn’t the kind of thing he could do, without being obvious. His cousin took full advantage of the dance, flexing his fingers in the silky golden mass and bringing his other around her back to cup her waist.

She was wearing a skirt and heels with a sexy top that showed off her curvaceous form without being too revealing. Her legs were killer in those high heels and Ransome groaned as memories of last year’s ROT Rally surfaced.

He could recall the way those strong legs looked draped over Justin’s shoulders, and the way she curled her toes, accentuating her delicate arches, as her arousal escalated. He could picture her back bowing and arching as she flexed her hips while taking his cock into her slick cunt as though they were made for each other, and in truth they had been.

Ransome believed Justin was the only man she’d ever been with and she was probably the only woman Justin had ever made love to either. He was loyal that way, and he’d never showed serious interest in a girl besides Charity since back when they were kids, same as Val and Ransome.

The way she tilted her head and closed her eyes as she took her pleasure…and the way she’d gazed at him and Val as she slid up and down on Justin’s cock. The fire in her eyes had practically seared him, branding him and making him want her so much the need was painful.

Rosy color had risen in her cheeks and they’d both stood motionless as she’d ridden Justin. The sex had escalated to wildly animalistic fucking until she’d screamed so loud his ears rang, as she’d climaxed hard. Justin had grabbed hold of her hips, angling her just the way he wanted her, and thrust hard over and over, bringing her to orgasm time and time again until he’d finally come as well.

She’d collapsed against Justin and shut her eyes, utterly sated…and looking so vulnerable. Ransome had seen her shiver and had grabbed one of their beach towels to cover her with. When Justin had looked up and nodded breathlessly, he’d tucked it in around Charity so she could recover and to signal to the others that the show was over, he supposed. He’d openly stared at the lingering voyeuristic men until they’d taken their bulging cocks to some other girl to deal with, if they were lucky.