The Chase

She shook her head. “Please let me take them off at the table.”

Her voice sounded pitiful now. Desperate. Delicious.

“You don’t like my gift?” Seth asked with feigned rejection.

“I do. It’s just…you know, I’m sensitive there.”

“Of course we know.” Beck couldn’t bite back his smirk. “That’s the point. Keep walking.”

She blinked up at him. “You’re really going to make me?”

“We gave you a choice…”

She scowled at them, eyes narrowed. Apparently, she’d figured out they were toying with her.

“Fine.” She dragged in a deep breath and held it stubbornly, then squared her shoulders. “Let’s go.”

Heavenly had only taken three more steps before she stopped to grip the edge of a vacant table. She hauled in steadying breaths and closed her eyes. “Oh, m-my…goodness.”

“Keep going, little girl,” Beck demanded with a chuckle. “We have a long way back to our room. No more stopping.”

She started her trek again, but by the fourth step, a ragged moan slipped from her lips. “Oh…” She shot him a scathing glare. “You suck.”

He turned to Seth, and they both started howling. “Hear that? She’s getting testy. What should we do about that?”

“We could carry her,” the PI offered.

“Please,” she begged, clutching at Seth’s sleeve.

“I might be persuaded…but you have another choice to make, angel. Well, if you won’t use your safe word, either you walk—”

“No,” she said in tight-lipped displeasure.

“Then I’ll be happy to carry you…for a price.”

“Like what?”

He shrugged. “Whatever we want. Are you in any position to negotiate?”

She hesitated as he and Seth grinned like loons. Of course their “fee” would only bring her pleasure, but the mind-fuck was too juicy to resist.

Heavenly muttered something heated under her breath and took another step, followed by another. On the third, her legs turned to butter and she doubled over, nearly falling to her knees.

Beck crouched beside her. “Want that help now?”

The glassy, pleading blue eyes she turned on him tugged at his heart. “Please.”

“You got it.” Seth wrapped his big hand around her delicate middle and helped her to her feet. Heads started turning. People stared at her in concern. Thank god they weren’t focused on the raging hard-ons he and Seth were sporting.

Seth hauled her up into his arms and across the beach. Unavoidably, he jostled her with each and every step. Soon, she was whimpering and panting, her nipples like rivets poking the cottony bodice of her dress.

“Wait!” she gasped. “I-I… Oh!”

Beck worried she really would climax in public and be horribly embarrassed. “Almost there, little girl. Hold it back for us.”

“I-I’m trying,” she mewled.

When it began to look like avoiding a massive, screaming orgasm in front of everyone meandering along the beach would take a miracle, he leaned in and took hold of her face, dropping his voice to pure, unyielding Dom. “You can and you will.”