“Beck!” she cried out as he tunneled in to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so tight around my cock, little girl.” The surgeon threw his head back with a groan, jaw clenched.
As he established a hard, fast rhythm, Heavenly wriggled to take more of him, clutching at the quilt beneath her as her breasts jiggled with every rough thrust. Her nipples hardened to enticing points.
The sight galvanized Seth into action. He grabbed a condom from the nearby nightstand. “Get her on her back and spread her legs.”
“Yeah.” Beck sounded strained. “Hurry, man. This is going to go fast.”
For sure. It had only been two days since Seth had been inside her. It felt like two fucking centuries.
Seconds later, he rolled the condom on, then looked up to find Beck sprawled on his back, his feet braced on the mattress, with Heavenly on top, faceup, her back entrance speared by the surgeon’s cock. He clutched her hips, rocking up underneath her as she rolled her head from side to side in sensual distress. He’d slung her thighs over either one of his, leaving her spread wide and her pussy totally open.
Seth swallowed hard. “Oh, that’s pretty. I need to defile her.”
Then he climbed onto the bed, toying with her slick button as he worked himself into position. It was a good goddamn thing that he was tall and his arms were long. He was able to slide between their spread legs, anchor himself on his knees, and grip her thighs. Then he fitted his sheathed staff at her glistening opening and, with a single surge of his hips, shoved himself deep in a stroke that had them all groaning, long and loud. Electricity zapped his system. Hot pleasure swelled. Already, he was stunned and shaking.
“Fuck. Me,” Seth ground out.
“Nothing else feels this good…” Beck’s voice sounded like well-worn gravel.
“Nothing,” Seth agreed to the backdrop of Heavenly’s high-pitched pleading.
“Help me. Hurry. Please. I’m begging…”
And she was. The whining desperation in her voice kicked Seth into high gear. Teeth bared, he drove into her, sank seemingly forever inside her, filling her with every inch he had in one ruthless stroke. Reluctantly, he eased back. Beck, bless the bastard, was right there, shoving her down on his cock as he lifted up into her. A chorus of her moans and broken pleas filled the air.
Need climbed, built. He and Beck worked to establish a tempo that solidly and steadily pushed her toward bliss and drove her out of her goddamn mind. He was losing his, too, shuddering with every thrust, haunted by the last time he’d been balls deep inside her—bareback and not giving a damn about the fact she could get pregnant. He’d come in her depths heedlessly. Happily. Even though it fucking terrified him, some part of him still hoped his seed took.
The other part of him—the part still using his brain up top—knew every reason that was a horrible idea.
Still, he closed his eyes and pretended he was about to unload deep inside her. Together with images of Heavenly round and pregnant, that fucking turned him on like nothing else.
What the hell was wrong with him?
“Now,” Beck ground out, settling his fingers over her clit.
“Now,” Seth growled back, angling his hips to abrade that spot inside Heavenly that never failed to launch her into climax.
She tensed. She held her breath and clutched at him, burying her nails in his shoulders as desire bloomed across her face. Her whimpers turned to a scream of ecstasy. Then she clamped down on them, pulsing long and strong, destroying Seth’s self-control.
Seconds later, orgasm slammed his system, rolled down his spine, and threatened to dismantle him altogether.
Jesus, every time with Heavenly and Beck just got better.
Under them, the surgeon’s strangled moans said he’d also bowed to the pleasure. Seth closed his eyes and basked in their waning sounds of satisfaction. A languid, gratified buzz hummed through his veins.
With them was where he belonged. Rightness swelled inside Seth as he fought to catch his breath.
As much as he hated to, he untangled himself from Heavenly, rolling off of her so she could catch her breath. The ceiling fan above swayed lazily as Beck lifted her off his cock and settled her between them. As Seth reached to take her into his arms and bring her close, she curled into a ball at his side and sobbed.
What the fuck?
“Angel?” He gathered her close, sliding the curls from her face as he kissed her damp forehead and willed her to look at him. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
She sniffled and opened those wide eyes that threatened to rip his heart from his chest. “What happens next? Are you leaving again? Or are you home for good?”
Beck rolled onto his side and propped his head onto his upturned palm. “I think we deserve an answer.”