The Confession

Then she rounded the landing, allowing both men an unobstructed view of the airy, wraparound dress that clung to her body, held together by nothing more than a tiny bow. Beck groaned. The hint of her cleavage just visible above the sexy V-neck bodice made Seth do the same. It didn’t matter that they’d made her their erotic dessert last night or that he’d slid into her tight little backside this morning while the good doctor had been making rounds. He still wanted her.

“Fuck the cookout.” Beck breathed hard. “I’d rather stay home to devour you, little girl.”

“I second that motion.” Seth stepped up and took her hand.

Her soft giggle morphed into a breathless moan as he and Beck surrounded her, pressing her between them. While feasting on her neck, lips, and every inch of exposed flesh, their questing hands cupped and caressed every dip, swell, and curve.

“I thought you were worried about being late,” Heavenly teased as she melted between them.

“Late for what?” Seth nipped his way down her neck before pressing his lips to her fluttering pulse point.

“The cookout Raine, Hammer, and Liam are hosting for… Ahh”—she groaned as Beck pinched her nipples—“to welcome Zach and the twins to LA.”

“You feel feverish to me.” Beck dragged his tongue across the swells of her breasts. “Maybe you should quarantine this weekend in bed with us.”

“Is that your professional diagnosis, doctor?” Heavenly writhed, dragging her lush ass against Seth’s hungry erection.

“I can’t give a correct diagnosis without a thorough exam. In order to do that, we both need to be balls deep inside you.” Beck thrust his hips, driving his cock against her pussy and pressing her sweet cheeks around Seth’s shaft.

“Please…” she whined.

“With pleasure.” Seth kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear, loving the way she moaned.

They could make this quick. Maybe. Hell, did it really matter if they were an hour late? Or two? Everyone would keep his brothers occupied.

As Beck leaned in to claim Heavenly’s lips, the emergency chime on his cell phone pealed. He cursed.

Seth stilled. “Do you have to get that?”

“Yeah. I’m on call.” He released Heavenly with a curse and yanked the device from his pocket. “Beckman.”

“I hope he doesn’t have to go in,” she murmured to Seth. “Especially after you went to all the trouble to ask everyone to pretend Beck is just our friend in front of the twins.”

Seth winced. Yeah, he was sure that had been a bitter pill for the doctor to swallow. And Seth had hated to sideline Beck that way among his own friends. Thankfully, he’d been a decent sport, probably because they’d devised roughly the same strategy for his attendance at Mom’s wedding this fall and they’d discussed telling his family the truth afterward. Still, guilt pricked Seth. If the shoe was on the other foot, he’d hate it.

“What’s the ETA on the chopper?” Beck asked, glancing at his watch. “Get him prepped when he arrives. I’m on my way.”

“Dang it.” Heavenly’s shoulders slumped as Beck ended the call.

“Sorry, you two. There was an ugly wreck on 210. Out of an eight-car pileup, there’s only one survivor. If I don’t get moving, he won’t make it, either.” Beck kissed Heavenly quickly before running for the garage. “I’ll meet you two at the party if I can.”

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed,” Heavenly called. “Be careful. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Tell everybody I said hi.”

“Will do,” Seth assured as the door closed behind Beck.

Gathering Heavenly in his arms, he claimed her lips with a soft kiss. “We’ll pick up where we left off when we all get home.”

She smiled like that would mean the world to her. “Promise?”

Fuck, had she been feeling insecure about his love for her? Things between them had been improving since his confession about the past, but he had to do better. “Absolutely.” He tugged his keys from his pocket. “Are you ready to go? I’m sure Raine is dying to see you.”

“I can’t wait to see her. Let me grab my purse.”

Once Heavenly plucked the little bag off a nearby counter, he guided her to the garage and helped her into his SUV before climbing in behind the wheel.

“I hope Beck makes it in time to save the patient,” she said as he backed out.