The Chase

“And if you keep moaning like that, you’ll find out how dangerous it is,” he warned.

She blushed, and they dug in. Beck was hungrier than he’d realized, and the cheese curds were pretty damn tasty.

Over the next ten minutes, they chatted. He and Seth kept things intentionally light while she ate. Heavenly was subdued but warmed to the casual conversation about everything from Raine’s pregnancy to River’s manwhore ways.

“So get this…” Beck drawled. “Hammer told me Pike has a girl.”

“You mean a sub?” Seth asked.

“Maybe. But no one has seen this girl at Shadows, and I hear he’s awfully attached to her.”

Heavenly frowned. “I like to see the best in everyone, but what kind of woman would date him?”

“An emotional masochist,” Seth quipped.

“He’s not that bad. Well, not all the time,” Beck said. “He’s got some issues to work out.”

Seth rolled his eyes. “Since you’re a doctor, you know the average man’s life expectancy. Pike will need way longer than that to get over himself.”

Beck laughed. “He’s even worse since he found out this girl had a one-night stand with River a few weeks before they met. And you know River…”

“He’s needling the shit out of Pike?”

“Yep. According to Hammer, they’re fighting over her like cats and dogs. I need a ringside seat for that.”

“Hell, yes. We should place our bets now.”

“That’s horrible,” Heavenly scolded.

“But funny.” Beck grinned.

As they finished the appetizers, Tisha dropped off their dinner and left quickly.

The aroma wafting from the perfectly cooked filet tempted Beck—but not as much as Heavenly dipping a scallop into the garlic-butter and tasting it with a moan.

Fuck, everything about her called to the man in him.

He plucked the fork from her fingers and speared another bite from her plate. After swirling the delicate seafood in the golden sauce, he lifted it to her. Their eyes locked. She parted her lips. He set the morsel on her tongue, watching juice drip down her chin. Beck swiped it up as she swallowed, then he laid his mouth over hers and devoured her, reveling in the buttery velvet of her tongue sliding against his.

Breathing hard, he finally released her—and spied Seth watching raptly. Cupping her nape, he turned her head the PI’s way and bent to her ear. “He wants to feed you, too.”

Hunger flickered in Seth’s eyes as he nodded. “Open.”

She blinked, swiped her tongue across her pouty lower lip, then dutifully complied.

As Seth lifted a bite of meat onto her tongue, she wrapped her lips around the fork. Beck ached to demand she wrap her pretty mouth around his cock. But tonight was for Heavenly.

Back and forth, they took turns feeding their girl and feasting on her soft sounds of delight. When Beck wasn’t forking bites into her mouth, he shoveled a few in his own…in between nibbling on her neck and caressing her thighs. Seth was all over her too, until the air was thick with their arousal and her sweet surrender. By the time they’d made a significant dent in their food, Beck was exercising all of his will to ignore his angry, weeping cock.

With brisk efficiency, the waitress picked up their dirty plates. “Can I get you dessert?”

“We already have ours.” Seth squeezed Heavenly’s thigh under the table, looking ready to strip her bare. “But we’d like a bottle of Pinot Grigio for our room.”

Beck tossed his arm around Heavenly’s shoulders and whispered, “We’re dying to take you upstairs and put our mouths all over you. Would you like that?”

Breathlessly, she grabbed her purse and stood. “Please.”

Seth’s grin was smug. “We’ll be right up, angel.”