The Chase

“I feel so dizzy,” she panted, wriggling between them. “I’m hot. I can’t breathe.”

With a sharkish smile, Beck sank to his knees and shoved her hem above her milky thighs. “Perfect.”

Then he caught sight of the sheer pink scrap barely covering her pussy—and the wet spot seeping through. Fists tightening around her dress, he inhaled, dragging her hot musk into his nose. His mouth watered. His cock scraped his zipper. His restraint fought against its chain—and jerked free.

Beck charged in, covering her lacy underwear with his tongue. He could almost taste her tart cream.

Her long, low moan filled the air until Seth swooped in and smothered the sounds with his kiss. The sight was hot as hell. But everything about making love to Heavenly was.

Beck grunted impatiently and shoved her dress higher still. Thank fuck Seth understood and gathered Heavenly’s skirt in his hands, holding it around her hips.

In that moment, he had a whole new understanding of the reasons Hammer and Liam had worked so hard and overcome so much shit to put the right woman between them. Beck had never been a ménage kind of man. Now? He wasn’t sure he could ever go back.

Without an ounce of finesse, Beck hooked his fingers beneath the flimsy lace and began to peel the undergarment from her hips, kissing his way down her silky legs with a growl. When he reached her sexy, red-soled stilettos, he lifted one dainty foot at a time to free the thong before tossing it aside.

Finally, Heavenly stood before them bare from the waist down, looking so sensually disheveled, wet sex naked and cheeks stained rosy. “Beck…”

He didn’t answer, just glided his palms up her trembling thighs, fingertips coming closer and closer to her succulent peach of a pussy, looking so ripe and juicy.

He pushed her knees apart. “Spread. I’m going to eat your cunt, little girl.”

She shook as she complied. Instantly, Beck dropped his mouth to the newly exposed flesh of her inner thighs and nipped. Her scent saturated his brain as he nuzzled his nose in her drenched curls and drew in her heady, feminine musk.

Heavenly whimpered and rocked her hips in a silent plea. Though he wanted to shove his face straight into her and lap up all her sweet, spilling cream, Beck harnessed his impatience. His goal was to clear her head of a week’s worth of grief, not rush to orgasm. And since this might be their last night together, he intended to savor every moment.

Slowly, he parted her wet folds with his thumbs to find her engorged clit peeking from beneath her swollen seam and her juices seeping down his thumbs. Fuck, he was about to go up in flames—and he hadn’t even put his mouth on her yet.

He also hadn’t bound her to his bed, ordered her to her knees, or heard the gratifying cry of her pain mixed with her pleasure. For the first time in his sexual life, Beck swore he could live without all that if he could just keep Heavenly.

Why?

The words Gloria had given him last Christmas rolled through his brain. “I pointed you down a sadist’s path to help you then, but I’ve always suspected that someday you’d take a different one. Maybe that day is here.”

At the time, he’d thought she was crazy. Now? He was thinking she might be right.

“Beck…” Heavenly filtered her fingers through his hair, nails scraping his scalp. Then she moaned. “Oh…Seth.”

With a restless glance up, Beck watched the other man pluck mercilessly at her nipples. When her hips writhed in helpless jerks, he couldn’t resist adding to her torment. With a hungry grin, he held her immobile in his grip, then flattened his tongue against her and lashed her swollen clit. As Heavenly gasped and bucked, his taste buds exploded with her warm juices.

“How’s dessert?” Seth’s voice was a low growl.

“Hmm,” Beck answered against her cunt.

Then Seth ripped Heavenly’s dress over her head. It looked perfect tossed on the floor, leaving her platinum hair to spill over her bare shoulders and kiss the curve of her waist.

As Beck fastened his mouth on her again, he looked up her body. She wore her innocence so seductively. It made him ache to corrupt her. But he hated ruining the very purity that aroused him beyond sanity. If she came home with them, he’d have to figure out how to keep her a little girl on his arm and a wanton in bed.

“You look pretty,” Seth crooned. “But you need to suffer more.”

At her mewl of protest, Beck swiped his tongue over her puffy folds again. “Absolutely. Come down here, man. Try some dessert.”

Seth crouched beside him. “I’m dying for something sweet.”

Heavenly grabbed the bedpost for support and whimpered. “Oh…please.”

“She’s so polite when she begs us to eat her pussy.” Seth sounded amused.

Beck dragged his thumb up the ridge of her clit, watching her squirm and bite her lip helplessly. “You’ll love this. She’s like pure spun sugar.”