The Chase

“We won’t keep you waiting.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Heavenly walked away, hips swaying, the new red soles of her Louboutins flashing like a beacon in her wake. He watched, mouth watering.

Seth tore his gaze from their girl’s ass just long enough to tell Tisha, “There’s an extra fifty bucks for you if you can bring me that bottle and a corkscrew in less than two minutes.”

“And close out our check, along with this one.” Beck shoved the couple’s bill and his credit card in her hand.

The woman blinked. “You don’t want to look over your check first?”

“No. We’re in a hurry.”

She tried not to smile. “Of course. Lucky girl…”

Then Tisha took off running. One minute forty-six seconds later, she returned. Beck signed the slip and tossed down the pen.

Seth grabbed the bottle and pocketed the corkscrew. “Let’s go. Our dessert is waiting.”

Beside the PI, Beck took the stairs two at a time. They were both out of breath when they entered their suite. The trek up three flights wasn’t the only reason.

Behind them, Seth slammed the door. Beck caught sight of Heavenly and raked his hot stare over her.

She approached, hands outstretched, and settled a palm on each of their chests, her touch like a brand. But when she darted a regretful glance their way, dread gonged in Beck’s brain.

“I want what’s about to happen,” she panted. “I need to get out of my head and feel alive.”

“We can do that for you.” Seth moved in to kiss her.

She dodged him. “Even if it’s just sex, not a promise I’ll return to LA? I still don’t know where I’m going next.”

Beck gritted his teeth. The battle for their future might be a one-woman war right now, but he wasn’t giving up without a fight. If she ultimately wanted men in her life who put her first, he and Seth had to not only show her they loved her but tell her. They’d steep her in pleasure until she felt boneless and ecstatic, then drop the L bomb. After that, if she chose to walk away from them for good… Well, he’d be heartbroken, but he’d have no regrets.

“Just sex it is. Now why don’t you come here, little girl?” And let us change your mind.

Beck swooped down and seized her mouth, fusing them together in a breathless kiss.

Seth eased behind her, wrapping his fingers around her pale tresses, lips brushing her soft skin. “Open up. Give him your tongue.”

Instantly, she obeyed. Beck surged deep into her mouth, fisting the back of her siren-red dress and dragging her closer. His cock roared. His heart chugged. His blood raced as he pressed his steely erection against her softness, leaving her no doubt how much he wanted her.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Seth whispered.

Through half-lidded eyes, Beck watched the big blond reach around Heavenly to strum his thumbs over her nipples. Their girl’s whimper rang in his ears. Her musky feminine scent filled his nose. Demand slammed down his spine. It was all Beck could do not to peel off her clothes with his teeth and feast on her pussy.

As if reading his mind, Seth released Heavenly’s zipper with a soft hiss that rumbled between his ears—and his legs.

She gasped as the fabric yawned around her shoulders. “The last time we did this, you two made me feel amazing. It was the most perfect first time I could have imagined.”

“Being with you was everything I knew it would be,” Beck murmured.

Seth nodded. “And more than I dared to fantasize about.”

Heavenly turned and looped her arms around Seth’s neck, pressing her lips to his with fevered desperation. Beck took in their embrace, lingering on the soft, pale skin of her exposed back. But there was one thing he didn’t see.

“Where’s your bra?” He slid his palms beneath her dress and around her torso until he cradled her bare breasts in his hands and pinched her nipples in an urgent crush.

She cried out into Seth’s kiss.

The PI tore his lips away to stare with hot eyes as he stroked a finger over one of her stiff peaks. “It didn’t look like you were wearing one earlier. Why didn’t you?”