Divine Charity (17 page)

Val clamped his teeth loosely on her shoulder and his cock felt as if it was getting even harder as he pressed against her. He gripped her hips tightly, giving her no room to squirm away from his burning intrusion.

“You okay, baby?” he growled breathlessly.

All she could manage was a moan in reply, but he needn’t have worried. Justin had trained her well with his gentle possession of her ass and she didn’t feel fear as Val swiveled his hips and his thickness began to penetrate. She pushed back and the burn in her ass grew into an inferno that consumed her entire body. She moaned as he withdrew and nudged her again, taking up the teasing rhythm with Ransome sliding a little deeper with each stroke. She felt filled to bursting as both men made headway. Val pushed past the last of her tight resistance, and she whimpered as his cock burrowed deeper, hotter into her forbidden passage.

“Fuck.” Ransome groaned as he pulled out and pushed in with Val. “So fucking hot, angel. You okay?”

“Mmm,” she murmured as Ransome kissed her. She was plastered against him, trapped between the two of them, and she opened her eyes and gazed up into his dark brown eyes, intense with passion as he fucked her with slow devastating strokes.

His cheeks were flushed and his warm breath puffed against her lips as he cupped her cheek and loomed over her, sliding in until he was balls deep in her cunt. “I can’t get enough of you, angel. So fucking perfect,” he said as he pulled out and thrust back in.

Val’s grip on her shoulder with his teeth tightened before he released her and ground out, “Take me, baby.” He thrust in short strokes, penetrating deeper until she felt utterly consumed by him. Another shudder ripped through her as he growled again. “Take it all.”

“Give it to me.” She arched her back and pushed against him until that last incredibly thick inch slid inside her and she moaned in rapture.

“Yes!” Val cried, his body shaking against her as he paused to breathe.

She heard more soft clicks and opened her eyes and gazed at her husband, her heart swelling with love for him. She couldn’t reach him right at that moment or she would surely have his cock in her mouth so she could include him in this wonderful moment. As it was, she couldn’t move or speak beyond rubbing back and forth between Val and Ransome as they thrust in an alternating rhythm that left her constantly filled with their cocks.

“Hard to keep control,” Ransome moaned.

Val reached in front of her and trapped her pulsing clit between his fingers and rubbed her with sure strokes that made the storm raging inside her coalesce into a burgeoning knot of pleasure that threatened to explode. “Yes! More!”

Val tweaked her clit and she flew off of the precipice, crying out in ecstasy as she bucked wildly between the two of them, her body throbbing with ecstasy where the three of them were joined.

Both men tightened their hold on her as they thrust against her until they lost their rhythm and all reason fled.

Val was the first to come with a loud cry as he slid his cock deep one last time and buried his face in her hair at her neck, his breath hot and the sounds he made so vulnerable in contrast to his animalistic roar of moments before.

A few thrusts later, Ransome gave in, throwing his head back with an exultant cry, his features going tense in ecstasy as his cock pulsed inside her, filling her with his seed.

Rapture stole her strength so all she could do was lie between them, panting and melting into a puddle of sated goo. After a short time, she opened her eyes and smiled at Justin and lifted her hand to him, which he kissed and then leaned down to kiss her hip as well. She realized at some point that he’d released her leg without her noticing.

Val pulled gently from her ass and left the bed for a minute before returning with a pleasingly hot washcloth to clean her up. Ransome withdrew and they shifted to allow Justin to crowd in behind her so that she was now reclining against his chest. Val and Ransome crowded in as best as they could, making her giggle as they got situated.

She drifted blissfully until she felt gentle fingers stroking her breasts.

“Angel, we have something for you,” Ransome whispered.

She opened her eyes and looked up at them—Val and Ransome before her and Justin still behind her. Then her eyes focused and she saw the white velvet boxes resting in Val’s and Ransome’s hands.

Val was the first to speak as he opened his box, revealing a yellow gold band set with brilliant baguette diamonds. “Charity, we weren’t just playing all weekend, or wasting your time. We want forever with you, if you’ll have us.”

Ransome’s eyes twinkled and he asked, “Will you bind with us, angel? Add us to your family and make us the happiest men who ever lived.” He opened his box which contained a ring identical to the one in Val’s box, only this one was set with bright baguette sapphires, her favorite stone besides diamonds.

Charity turned teary eyes up to Justin, and he said, “Pretty baby, they love you so much. I know you want this and I want it for you, too.”

Turning back to Val and Ransome, Charity whispered, “Yes.”

She didn’t realize they’d been holding them until both men let out loud breaths and removed the rings from the boxes.

Giggling, she said, “Oh,
right
. Like I could possibly turn the two of you down. Yes!
Yes
! Of course I’ll bind with you.”

They slid the rings on her left ring finger so they were nestled against her wedding band, looking like they’d belonged there all along.

“Grace is going to be so excited when we tell her,” Charity said as she admired the way the stones shimmered in the light and then looked at her men. Her three men. “I suppose I’ll have to shop for a dress for a binding ceremony when we take Justine shopping for her prom dress later this month.”

Justin squeezed her and said, “Ethan wished you the best when we let him know what we planned. He said he’d be happy to perform the ceremony for us whenever we’d like.”

Smiling, Charity looked up at him and said, “How about on our wedding anniversary in July?”

Justin nodded and kissed her. “Sounds perfect to me.”

Not worrying about jostling her men together, she hugged Val and Ransome to her as she held on to Justin’s arm around her. “I really am so lucky.”

Later in March…

Justin put his arm around Charity’s shoulders as they surveyed his “booth” at March’s Divine Market Days. Some of the pieces he’d brought were large and he’d decided to rent twice the normal size space so that people would have room to move around them. He hoped the investment wasn’t a waste of their hard-earned money.

Charity looked up at him with glowing eyes and said, “How does your debut feel so far, Mister Artiste?”

Justin squeezed her as a little heat crept into his cheeks. “I’m wondering what people will think of them.”

“Everyone will love them. I know it.” She came up on tiptoe to kiss him and then looked around at all the sculptures. “They’re all so beautiful. I’m proud of you.”

I hope customers agree, or I’m about to make a total ass of myself.
He sighed, thinking of the sculptures Clay Cook displayed at his jewelry shop occasionally, and what he’d seen of his work at a gallery in Morehead. He looked around at the sculptures, created from scrap metal and pieces he’d found over the years and he felt like he would never measure up to someone like that. His work was rougher, literally, and he wondered if anyone would understand what he was reaching for when he worked on them or not.

While Charity went to supervise Beau and Justine as they put the smaller pieces out for display, he turned the bust of a female nude, the outer surface made entirely of stainless steel eating utensils, on its base. He hoped the display allowed enough space so no one caught their clothing on it and decided to move it back a bit. He looked around at the other pieces and prayed that he didn’t wind up packing them all up and taking them home.

The surrounding booths sold much smaller things like handmade quilts, pottery, and stained glass. He’d tagged everything with the bare minimum he could afford to sell them for and would’ve marked them down further, but Charity had stopped him that morning from doing so.

Val and Ransome showed up with the last two large pieces on dollies. One was a stainless steel dragon that he’d made from salvaged stainless steel barrels and stainless flatware he’d found at a Goodwill store in Morehead. Val had bet him that would be the first piece to sell.

The other one was a horse, made from weathered, rusted pieces salvaged from an old 1959 Chevy pickup truck his dad had driven as a teenager, until it had lost an argument with a speeding tree. His dad had held on to it for sentimental reasons all those years but when he’d discovered what Justin was up to on his weekends off, he’d hauled it over to their place for him to salvage the metal and use in his sculptures. It’d meant a lot that his dad had supported his creativity like that.

The early morning crowds began arriving and Beau and Justine excused themselves to go check out the other booths and visit with friends. He was using a soft cloth on the stainless steel bust when he heard a feminine gasp from behind him. He turned and smiled at Summer Webster as she walked up.

After returning her hug and greeting her, he said, “You setting up a booth, too, Summer?”

“No. I decided to be a shopper this time around.” She approached the bust on its pedestal and then looked at him with wide eyes. In a soft voice, she asked, “Did you make this?”

“Sure did.”

She looked around at the other pieces before turning back to the bust and running a fingertip along the upper arm, which was crafted from stainless steel teaspoons and butter knives he’d found at a junk store. He caught sight of Charity getting Val’s attention and whispering to him. Then she gave Justin an enthusiastic thumbs-up before moving away to talk to another man and his wife who were admiring the dragon.

Summer bit her lip and craned her neck, waving at Kemp and Ace as they made their way down the aisles between booths and then she turned to him. “How much?”

He quoted her the price on the tag and added, “But I’d give you a friend’s discount, Sum—”

She shook her head and then put her finger to her lips as Kemp and Ace walked up. Ace’s eyebrows rose as he noticed the piece she had her hand on and he nodded in admiration. Kemp stuck his hands in his pockets, looked at it, and then turned his gaze to Summer. Warmth filled his eyes as he noted her determined expression and then turned to Justin. “You welded this?”

Justin nodded and grinned when Summer winked at him but said nothing as the men looked at it.

Finally, Ace asked, “Where would you put it, kitten?”

Without hesitation, she said, “By the front door at Discretion. Customers will love it.”

Ace surveyed the sculpture once more, looked at her until she smiled and nodded happily and then turned to him and said. “Sold.”

While they were handling the transaction and making arrangements for delivery at her shop, Summer mentioned that she would be sure to tell customers that he’d created it and asked if he had any business cards she could hand out.

“I hadn’t really thought about that, Summer, but I can get you some, if you have room for them.”

“Bring me a stack of them when you get them.”

He added a “Sold” tag to the piece and was grinning ear to ear as they walked away, leaving him with a check in his hand. He looked down at it and chuckled. The money he made from selling his metal art he’d earmarked for use to fix up the house. Up to that point he’d only sold small pieces. This was the first big one.

Looks like we’re getting that house renovation this summer all right.

Just then, Charity danced up to him, giggling and waving a check in her hand. “I sold your dragon!”

Justin took her in his arms and hugged her as he watched the stainless steel dragon being carted up the aisle on a dolly by Val, who looked back and grinned before following the buyers to their vehicle. Justin almost hadn’t brought that piece, thinking it probably wouldn’t sell since it was so fantasy oriented. He’d been wrong.

“I sold a piece, too,” he said, handing her the check.

She crowed with happiness and threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I’m so proud of you, babe. I knew they would love your work.” She gave him a kiss and her bright smile lit his entire world.

The scent of blooming mountain laurels filled the air as the day warmed up and the morning progressed. More people perused his work and he was kept busy answering questions about the various pieces. He sold several more sculptures, a little blown away by the complimentary things people said to him. Every so often he’d catch Charity watching him as she talked to customers, too, and she’d wink at him before going back to her sales pitch. He grinned, pondering how a blue-collar guy like him could make good money as an artist, wielding the tools of his trade as a welder.

Just then, Charity walked up to him with a friend in tow. “Babe, do you remember my friend, Violet? She owns Violet’s Emporium,” she said as she pointed across Central Park to Violet’s place of business located on the square, smack in the middle of Divine’s historical shopping district.