The entire night was amazing. There was a new kind of peace that wrapped around her. She had found contentment where she least expected it.
Drew typed furiously on his laptop at the dining room table.
“What’s going on over there, man? Why don’t you take a break?” Hunter asked.
Drew’s brow furrowed. “Because the wording is off on the announcement. It sounds amateurish. I need to fix it.”
“Can I help?” Alison offered. She pushed off the couch and stood behind Drew.
“If you have a suggestion for this.” He pointed to the two lines of the opening statement. He was right. Whoever had written, had misdirected the speech.
“Can I try something?”
Drew rose from his seat, giving her the laptop. Alison deleted what was on the screen and started over. Members of the media might only stay for the opening comments. Social media would grab the first seconds and run with them. Drew needed something that would set the agenda for their meeting. The punch needed to come from the beginning, not ten minutes into his talk. And she had a soft spot for the foundation. She wanted it to be their beacon of hope. She wanted other people to see what she saw in them.
“What do you think about something like this instead?” She gave him his seat back so he could read the new introduction she composed.
“Brilliant. Fucking brilliant, baby.”
He had a wide grin on his face.
“Really?”
He stood and kissed her. “It’s exactly what we needed.”
She reeled from the kiss. She was starting to feel like a pinball, bouncing from Hunter to Drew, jolted by passion from each one. She liked how she reacted differently to them. It heightened everything around her.
The elevator buzzed. Hunter hopped over the back of the couch. “About time. I’m fucking starving.”
He pressed the button to let the waiter into the secure suite.
He wheeled in two carts of food. Alison looked at Drew. “You two are going to eat all of that?”
He shrugged. “I might have ordered a few things for you to try.”
She pressed her lips in a straight line, but she wasn’t angry. It was sweet. He wanted to do something special for her.
“Thank you.” She reached on her tiptoes to kiss him. “I’ll try all of it.”
He laughed. “You’ve been so adventurous tonight I didn’t think you’d want to stop.”
Twenty-Seven
Drew
He stood on the stage, looking at the audience. Hunter was next to him. Drew looked over his shoulder. Alison was standing in the wings beyond the view from everyone else.
It had taken years for this moment. They were about to announce the creation of Soar. And it was crazy, but he felt as if Alison had brought it all together. Hunter had chosen her design for the branding because she was supposed to be a part of the project. Yes, she had the best concept. Yes, he saw something in her art. Drew had no doubt she was the missing link they had been searching for.
He smiled at her before turning toward the audience. She gave him a thumbs-up and a soft smile. Last night was extraordinary. They were bonded in a way that could take him to his knees.
The words to the speech she had helped with started at the top of the teleprompter. Hunter nudged him. It was time for the announcement.
The cameras in the front row began to flash and Drew heard the constant click and snapping sounds the photographers made as they adjusted their shots.
“Welcome, everyone.” He grinned widely.
Hunter waved.
“This is one of those times we don’t what happens here to stay here. Hunter Rockford and I have an announcement that we want you to take with you. Something that we hope transforms your lives the instant you leave this conference.” Hunter shook his hand as he began to take over the next part of the speech.
“Drew and I have been working on a project that’s going to take HiTech Global to a new level.” Hunter beamed at the crowd. “It’s time you know about Soar.”
Drew didn’t think he had shaken this many hands since his college graduation. He and Hunter were in a receiving line, thanking for everyone for coming. He guessed the pledges for Soar were already in the millions.
“Where is Alison?’ Hunt asked.
Drew looked for her. She was trapped in in the corner talking to Andy Gallagher. “I think she needs rescuing. I’ll be right back.” He left Hunter to pry Andy away from their girl.
“Hi, Andy. Glad to see you again.” He slapped the businessman on the back.
“Excellent presentation. I like your vision. I was just talking to Alison here. I was wondering if she had any suggestions for one of my global projects.”
Drew slung his arm around Alison’s shoulder. “She has an exclusive with HiTech Global I’m afraid. You can understand though why we wouldn’t to let her get away, can’t you?”
He felt the softness of Alison’s eyes land on him.
Andy backed up. “Of course.” He pressed his lips together. “Well, if you get out of that contract, Alison, give me a call.” He pushed a business card in her hands.
“Thank you, Mr. Gallagher. I appreciate it.”
He walked away and Drew pressed a kiss to Alison’s temple. “Was he bothering you?”
She laughed. “No. Boring me, yes. Bothering me, no. Were you worried?”
Drew felt his chest tighten. Maybe this was what jealousy felt like. He’d never had it with Hunter, but seeing how Andy looked at her. How his eyes took in her legs and breasts, did something to him. He had an urge to punch the man who was about as interesting as a bologna sandwich.
“Never worried. Protective is all.”
“I think I like you being protective,” she whispered.
Drew looked around the room. Hunter was still talking to the media. He would keep them entertained for a while.
“Come with me.” He tugged Alison toward him, taking her behind the stage.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“Yes. Very.” He crushed his lips into hers. “You’re all I can think about.” He came up for air. His hands tangled through her long hair. “I want to be inside you again, Alison.”
He reached for the buckle on his pants.
She nodded, eager for the same thing. She reached toward his zipper, letting her palm slide over the full length of his shaft. He groaned, stepping backward. He needed to find a place more private for them.
There was a stage closet he spotted from the corner of his eye.
He staggered, dragging Alison with him. She pumped her fist over his cock, drawing it to its thickest width.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Everything you do…”
“What?” she whispered.
He shoved his pants to the floor.
“Makes me want to bury myself in your ass. So deep, baby.”
She whimpered. “Now? Right now?”
He shook his head. He had detected a slight hint of fear in her voice. “Not yet. It’s going to be perfect when it happens. We’ll make sure you’re ready.”
She sought his lips again, throwing her arms around his neck. His hand roamed over her back, trailing between her legs. He grinned. She wasn’t wearing her panties.
“Such a dirty girl.” He waggled his eyebrows.
He gripped her hips, hoisting her around his waist. As soon as his dick was coated in her hot wet juices he groaned. Drew didn’t wait, he pushed her onto his cock. Alison reared back, sinking onto him.
“Oh shit,” she hissed. “You’re so big, Drew. You feel so good.”
He knew she was probably sore after last night, but he needed to be inside her. She felt fucking incredible how she gripped his dick with her strong pussy walls.
“Oh yeah.” His fingers dug into her waist. “You like being fucked, don’t you?”
“So much.”
She kissed him, twining her tongue along his.
She held his shoulders, gripping so she didn’t slide from his h
ips. He pumped into her.
Alison panted desperately. “Oh, I’m going to come.”
“Yes, you are,” he promised.
He wanted it to last longer, but a closet fuck was exactly that—in and out before anyone caught them. He’d take his time to please her more later. He’d worship her body with his tongue and mouth later. He and Hunt would give her a hundred more orgasms today if she wanted them.
Only two more thrusts and he felt his spine tighten with an explosive pinch before he erupted inside her. He slammed his hand against the wall, fucking her with all the strength he had left.
Her lips were soft and sweet on his mouth. She panted as he brought her feet to the floor.
“I feel drunk,” she murmured, falling into the wall.
Drew leaned against the opposite side of the closet. He closed his eyes. “Fuck, baby. I’ve never had such a high. The press conference and now this.”
She laughed. “Maybe it’s a good thing we’re leaving Vegas tomorrow.”
He pulled his pants to his waist and fastened his belt.
“I have everything I came here to get,” he admitted.
Her eyes rose to his. “Did you come here to get me?”
“Alison.” He brushed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
He felt his belly warm with a new fire for her. He knew he could take her again and again. It may never end how much he wanted to satisfy her.
“I’ve wanted you since the day you were thrown in front of Hunt and me. We both have. If it took this trip to help you see how much we were meant to be together, then I’m not ashamed to say yes. I came here to get you. I came here to win you over every possible way I could. With lingerie. With champagne. With complete adoration.” He pushed his thumb to her lips as her tongue flicked over it.
He groaned. “What matters is we’re going home with you. And we’re never going to be apart. We have you and that’s all that matters. You belong with us.”
She nodded. “I do. As crazy as this is, I know it’s right. I know I’m meant for you and Hunt.”
He pulled her into his arms. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
And for the first time in a long time, he could finally admit that poker game was the best thing that had happened to all three of them.
Twenty-Eight
Hunter
He pulled a clean shirt from the closet. He remembered Alison mention she liked how he looked in crisp white. He threw it on, realizing he had never once cared how he dressed for a woman.
Drew had agreed to push back the flight so Hunter could take Alison to the Bellagio exhibit. It was a date. Not something he was known for doing for a woman. The last time he tried to impress a girl was in high school. And yes, this was backward. He had already fucked her.
He didn’t care. He was ready to show her there were more sides of him. They both had a love for art. It was something they shared. And today he had a special surprise for her.
He walked out of his suite. Drew was on the couch with his laptop.
“We’re headed out, man,” he reported.
Drew looked up for a second. “Ok. I’ll have the valet take everything to the lobby and get the bags to the jet. Take your time at the exhibit. I have work to do.”
“Any word on Soar?” he asked. Last night they had spent their time in Alison’s bed, fucking each other senseless. He hadn’t read yesterday’s headlines.
“It’s all good. We have five million in donations.”
Hunter’s eyes widened. “Fuck. That’s insane.”
“It is.”
He heard her voice before he saw her. “Did you say five million in donations?” Alison walked into the room wearing a white sundress. Her breasts looked lush and ripe. His cock twitched.
“That’s right.” Drew grinned. “Soar is kicking ass and it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.”
She walked toward them. Hunter held his hand out for her.
“Ready for the exhibit?”
She nodded. “I can’t wait to see it. Drew, are you sure you don’t want to go?”
“Yeah, that’s your thing. I have plenty to do. When you get back I’ll take a break.”
Alison twisted her lips together. Hunter knew she was still struggling with how to spend her time between them. She was great when the three of them were together, but the one-on-one time was harder to navigate. He knew it would get easier.
“Let’s go, sweetheart.”
She pulled her purse on her shoulder and they left the Rapture Resort for the Bellagio.
“I have a surprise for you.” Hunter held the door open for Alison as they walked into the lavish hotel.
“Is there an addition to the collection?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Guess again.”
“Do we have a tour with the museum curator?”
He laughed. “I don’t think so. Not really my style.”
“Then what is it?”
He guided her through the hotel and toward the museum. “What if I told you I rented out the museum for the afternoon? It’s ours.”
“What?” Her eyes lit with amazement. He loved all the shades of green when she was happy.
“Just for you. You can take your time and look at every single painting with no one looking over your shoulder. No one rushing you on to the next work. It’s all yours.”
“This is too much. You didn’t have to do that, Hunt.”
He nodded at the guard who unlocked the exhibit for them.
“I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.”
“It’s extravagant. I’m fine looking at the paintings like everyone else. It’s what I’m used to.” She hesitated at the entrance.
“Alison, enjoy it. This is our day together. Don’t worry about the money. It’s not like I robbed the museum.” He winked.
She giggled involuntarily. “Ok. Fine. I’ll enjoy all the priceless works of art if you insist.”
“I do.”
The guard nodded, leaving them alone inside the recesses of the museum. Hunter wound his fingers through Alison’s and led her through the first row of paintings. They examined each one, discussing the lines and the colors. Alison told him what she liked and what she would have used instead, or remarked on how she wished she had come up with a particular color combination.
They strolled, taking in each canvas. Walking through the hushed halls.
Alison sat in front of one of the ballerina paintings.
“I think this is my favorite,” she whispered. “She’s sad, but I see the control and strength she has.”
Hunter sat next to her. He inhaled the shampoo from her hair as he brushed the strands away from her shoulder. He planted a kiss on her neck.
“I don’t think she looks sad,” he commented. “I think she looks serious.”
Alison shook her head. “No, she’s sad. Trapped almost.”
He tilted her chin toward him, grazing his lips against her mouth. She tasted like the sweetest honey, especially when he was between her legs.
“Do you still feel trapped?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered. “You freed me.”
He pressed his lips harder to hers, threading his tongue along hers. Twisting and licking. Sucking at her lips.
“You freed yourself, Alison.”
He moved around to the front of the bench, kneeling between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Going to make you come in front of this painting. You did say it’s your favorite.” He lowered her to the bench.
“But there are cameras everywhere,” she protested, pointing to the corners of the room.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
He ran a palm over the center of her heat, groaning when he felt the wet silkiness of her panties. He tucked a finger under the edge and massaged, nudging her clit until it was hard and peaked.
“Oh, Hunt.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
Her sundress splayed around her as he
lowered his face between her legs. She was sexy and ripe for him. He pushed her leg up, sliding her panties out of the way as his tongue lapped at her folds.
She writhed on the bench. He swirled his tongue before dipping it inside her pussy. It was his slice of heaven. He fucking loved sucking her clit and pussy. She was so ready for it. Hot and eager. Her hips grinding with hunger for it. He pulsed his tongue inside her as she began to lose control.
He watched as she ran her hands over her breasts. She was slowly losing control. So was he. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. They were surrounded by some of the most amazing art in the world and the most stunning work was in his arms.
“Oh Hunt, I want you. Please.” She lifted her head, locking her sultry gaze on him.
Hunter rose, shedding his pants. He shoved the boxer briefs to the museum floor as he stepped toward her. She opened her legs wide, inviting him in.
His bulging cock nestled at her entrance. He loved her pussy. For a second he waited, knowing the next sensation that would hit him would send him to heaven.
“Fuck,” he growled, sinking himself inside her. Sliding deep and slow, filling her with everything he had.
He began to pump in and out as she panted and rocked into him.
She trembled with sudden bursts as she began to come apart in his arms. It only made him want to bury himself in her deeper. He grunted as he fucked her as if these were his last breaths. His last seconds on Earth. He shot his release in her walls, coating her with his essence.
“Oh, Hunter.” She arched off the bench, absorbing everything he gave her.
“Fuck, Alison.” He pumped inside her until he had no energy. Until he collapsed on her chest.
“Oh my God. We just had sex in front of one of the most famous paintings in the world,” she gasped.
“Yes, we did. Want to try another?” He tried to catch his breath.
She giggled. “Do we have any lines we don’t cross?”
He leaned forward and kissed her. “I’ll cross any line you ask me to cross.”
He sat back, and helped her to an upright position.
“Hunter, can I ask you something seriously?” She looked up at him.
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