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“Violet.” Ramsey had caught up to me now, his voice near enough he didn’t have to shout.
I still couldn’t look.
He grabbed my arm as we passed his SUV, and he spun my back to the vehicle so I faced him. We stared each other down, as my desire warred with fury over how he’d restrained me. I swore sparks raced between us. I could step closer, but I’d be hard pressed to move away, the way he had me boxed in.
Ramsey let go of me and moved away a few paces. “Don’t take the bus.” His voice was flat. “Let me drive you home.”
I’ll be fine.“All right. Thank you.” I climbed into the back seat before he could offer another option. Hunter was his boyfriend. They should be sitting next to each other.
No one said anything, as Ramsey pulled onto the main road. With as little production as possible, I took off Hunter’s shirt, folded it, and handed it to him.
“Thanks.” His voice was impossible to read.
This wasn’t what I wanted. I wasn’t upset at either of them. Maybe I should be about the way they’d hidden their relationship—I would have liked to know that before I climbed into bed with them—but in a certain light, I understood.
So what was my problem? Why couldn’t I talk to them or even look at them?
Because Ididstill want something more with Ramsey, and my reasons for leaving him hadn’t changed. I was immensely jealous of Hunter. Was this what it had been like for him? Occasionally being invited into our bed? Having to watch from the outside, the rest of the time?
There are no regrets about what happened. Ramsey’s words snuck into my thoughts.
I didn’t regret it either. I wanted more of it. If I had them drop me off tonight, and kept this conversation closed, would I regret that?
“What you’re talking about…” My voice came out wobblier than I wanted, and I licked my lips. I hadn’t wanted to do this without being able to look them in the eye, but I’d rather that than not doing it at all. “It’s not like what Lyn has with Kingston and Owen.”
The three of them loved each other. They were happily exclusive. Hunter was a friend, but he wasn’t more, even if it was tempting to think of him as the competition.
“I don’t know what it is,” Ramsey said. “I want to see you again—date you, before you tell me I can already see you. I’m not going to ask that you don’t see anyone else, even if I want to. That’s not fair of me, because I’m not giving up Hunter.”
It sounded straightforward. Could I do it? I was more torn on the letting-Ramsey-back-into-my-life thing than I was about sharing him with Hunter. “It doesn’t erase the problems we had before.”
“We’ll work through those,” Ramsey said quickly.
I fiddled with the hem of my dress. The short, flared skirt I’d worn specifically for him. I tapped Hunter on the shoulder. “And you’re okay with this?”
“I already have the guy. Hard to argue with the position I’m in.” He glanced back at me.
Fuck it.“All right. Let’s give it a try.”
We pulled into my apartment parking lot, and Ramsey opened the back driver’s side door for me. As I swung my legs to the side, to climb out, he moved in, pinning my wrist to the seat. He slid between my legs, the fabric of his trousers teasing my thighs.
He licked a slow line up my neck, to my ear. “Tell me you didn’t wear this dress for me.”
“I did.” My anticipation was back, whimpering for more. It was different, knowing Hunter sat in the front seat, where he could watch but it wouldn’t be easy for him to participate. What did he think of this?
Ramsey let go of one of my wrists, to move his hand under my skirt. He teased the elastic of my underwear. “And yet, you wore panties.”
“Never stopped you before.”
“And it won’t stop me now.” Ramsey glided his finger along my skin then lower over the lace. He stroked along the crotch, pressing enough to tease, and drew his mouth to mine, claiming my lips in a series of hungry pecks.
“What about Hunter?” I asked between kisses.
“I rarely mind a good show.” His voice from behind me was husky. “And I always enjoy you two.”
A good show. We were in the visitor parking of an apartment complex, half hanging out of an SUV, and anyone could walk by. The thrill of getting caught, putting on a show for a random stranger, made my pulse race. But, “Are you worried about being seen. You being you?” It never stopped Ramsey before, but who knew now?
“No.” His reply was hot against my neck. He shoved my panties aside and slipped his fingers to my clit. “I’m not whipping out my dick, just giving my date a goodnight kiss.” He teased lightly.
