She better be as innocent as the day he’d met her or there would be hell to pay.
“My sex life is none of your business, Dr. Beckman.” Heavenly wrenched from his hold.
“Is that what you think, Ms. Young?” He scoffed. “My fingers up your pussy should have told you otherwise.”
Seth grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her too close for Beck’s sanity. “He touched you?”
When she blushed furiously in answer, Beck smiled, remembering every passionate word he’d uttered while he’d plunged his digits deep and swallowed her moans with his kiss.
“So that’s a yes.” Seth bit out. “Well, as the other guy who’s had his fingers—and tongue—inside you, I think I’m entitled to know who supposedly popped your cherry.”
Beck had suspected the PI had done more than kiss her, but having his hunch confirmed infuriated him even more.
Heavenly tried to wriggle from Seth’s grasp. “I didn’t ask you who your first, um…sexual partner was.”
“Mary Jo Bartkowicz in a stall inside the men’s room at the White Castle. I was fourteen. Now it’s your turn. Spill.”
Her eyes flared wide, and she tore her gaze from Seth to Beck, as if she thought he was going to save her. Fat chance. He wanted this answer, too.
“Who did you fuck? We’re waiting for an answer.”
“No one you, um…know.”
Beck grabbed both wrists and anchored himself in her face, inches from the quivering candy mouth he was hungry to taste again. “Let’s try the truth.”
Suddenly, Seth was behind her, his fist in her hair, tugging on the strands. He bent his considerably tall frame to murmur in her ear. “If you lie again, we’ll find a quiet corner and prove our threats to spank you weren’t empty.”
Shit, they were all but outing themselves as Dominants. They might terrify her, but it was too late for decorum and restraint.
When Seth’s silky threat sank in, her cheeks flared rosier. The pulse at her neck jerked faster. Her pupils dilated.
Beck cupped her face. She gave a startled gasp. Under her red T-shirt, her nipples stood stiff. The musk of her arousal tinged the air, making his cock throb. After four long months of wanting her, seeing that she still ached for him nearly brought him to his knees.
So did believing that the singular prize between her legs was still there for him to pluck.
There was just one problem… He and Seth were touching her at the same time, and she looked more aroused than he’d ever seen her.
Goddamn it.
“Spank me? I’m not a misbehaving child.” Her voice sounded nervous and breathy.
“You’re not, but that won’t stop us from firing up your ass. Because let me tell you, little girl, no other man better be the one to make you a woman.”
“That’s for one of us,” Seth insisted.
Knowing that Heavenly had offered her virginity to River, that Seth had touched his pussy, and that she wanted them both—Beck’s control snapped. He didn’t care that they were in the middle of a party and anyone could walk in on them. He didn’t even care that Seth watched his every fucking move. He had to taste Heavenly or lose his mind. Later, he’d figure out how to ditch the other hard dick.
He lowered his lips toward her pale, graceful throat. And Seth—thank fuck—pulled her hair so he could stare into her eyes. It gave Beck more of her skin to explore. God, he was so close he could see every individual bump of her gooseflesh, feel the ragged pants of her breath. He could almost fucking taste her.
Suddenly, an obnoxious droning alarm buzzed at an ear-piercing decibel level around them, pealing from her back pocket.
“What the hell?” Seth snapped to attention and scanned the kitchen as if searching for threats.
Beck scowled. What was that annoying-ass sound?
Heavenly struggled free from their grasp and grabbed her phone. It fumbled in her shaking hands as she answered it. “Dad, what’s wrong? Are you all right?”
Dad? Beck looked at Seth, who shrugged. He didn’t like being in the dark, but at least his competition was clueless, too.
As she paced out of the kitchen, holding the phone in a white-knuckled grip, he and Seth followed, shamelessly listening to her every word. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Liam watching. The Irish bastard with the uncanny perception gave them a nod. This was the trouble Liam had warned them about, the threat that might tear her out of his life forever.
Like hell.
He didn’t need Liam’s urging to stay close. Until he knew that she and her father were all right, he’d be no more than half a step off her ass. The determination on Seth’s face said he felt the same. Beck had mixed feelings about that, but he couldn’t focus on those when Heavenly needed them.
“Did you already call 911?” She paused. “Good. Yes. I’ll grab the first bus and meet you there.”
“Bus?” Beck whispered.
“She takes it everywhere,” Seth supplied under his breath.
The city bus? That filthy, urine-soaked, rapist-filled mode of transportation? Beck felt like he’d been punched in the solar plexus. How had he not known?
“Hang on, Dad. Please…” she sobbed, shoulders shaking. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Fuck, she was ripping his heart out.
“Give me the phone. Let me talk to your dad. Medical condition?”
She turned to him, tears rolling down her face in watery paths. “H-he already hung up.”
Beck stifled a curse and pulled her close. It said a lot that she wrapped her arms around him without a qualm. In fact, she gripped him so tight he could barely breathe.
As he held her, he shared a glance of concern with Seth, who whispered soft words of reassurance and caressed her back.
But nothing eased the anxiety pouring from her.
“Which hospital? We’ll take you,” Beck offered.
Heavenly sniffled. “Really? The VA. Please.”
As Beck wondered why the hell her father was going
