I let out this half laugh, half choke that doesn’t sound human. “I can’t believe he gothimselflocked up. What an idiot.”
Beck crouches in front of me, hands braced on his knees, eyes searching my face, looking for broken pieces. “You good?”
I blink at him. “Define good.”
His jaw flexes. He doesn’t answer, just shifts closer and presses the back of his hand to mine like checking for a fever. It’s stupid, but the warmth makes something in my chest unclench.
Hayes hasn’t moved. He’s still on the couch next to me, solid and silent, his hand wrapped around mine as an anchor. When I glance at him, he’s staring at the wall like it insulted his mother, muscles locked so tight I can practically hear them creak.
“Hayes,” I whisper.
His eyes cut to me, and damn, they’re dark. Storm dark. “You’re safe here. He’s not getting near you. Not while I’m breathing.”
My throat closes. Words just… don’t want to come. So I nod instead, gripping his hand like it’s the only thing keeping me from sliding through the floor.
Something wild pulses through me. Relief, yes, but more than that. Fierce and hungry. But without the crazy headiness that comes with heat.
I want.
God, Iwantthings now.
My body moves before my brain catches up. I push up from the couch, closing the space between us until I’m right in front of Hayes. His head tilts, eyes flicking to my mouth.
I kiss him. Hard. He tastes of heat and a rawness, like he’s been starving too. A low sound rumbles in his chest as his arms band around me, hauling me close.
Somewhere behind me, Beck mutters a curse. And then his hands are on my hips, big and rough and so damn sure as he peels me away from Hayes just enough to steal a kiss of his own. His mouth crashes into mine, all teeth and hunger.
“Lo,” Ford says.
Just my name, but it’s a command and a plea all at once. When I turn, his hand cups my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek with a tenderness that undoes me.
I melt between them, heart pounding loud as a war drum.
Hayes growls low in his throat and tugs me back against him, lips dragging down my neck, teeth scraping my skin in a way that makes heat pool low in my belly. Beck’s fingers slide under my sweater, callused palms gliding over my waist, my ribs, higher. Ford’s hands are at my hips, gripping hard enough to make me gasp as he presses against my back.
“Bed,” Beck groans. “Now.”
No one argues. Hayes lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs locking around his waist as he carries me down the hall. The three of them move around me. Hands, mouths, and scorchingheat, until my sweater’s gone, my jeans follow, and I’m on the mattress with nothing but their bodies closing in.
Hayes kisses down my stomach while Beck’s mouth claims mine again, and Ford strips the last of my clothes away with a patience that’s almost cruel, his fingers lingering, worshiping every inch.
By the time Hayes’s mouth finds me and Beck’s teeth graze my throat and Ford’s hand slides between my thighs, I’m gone. Just gone.
Beck’s mouth is on my throat now, then lower, so much lower, and I arch into him when his teeth scrape the top of my breast before his tongue soothes the sting. His big hands press my thighs open wider, and then his breath hits me hot between my legs, and…
“Oh, fuck…”
The sound rips out of me as Beck licks me, slow at first, then harder when my hips jerk against his face.
Hayes swallows every sound I make with his mouth, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb rolling my nipple until I’m panting into him.
And then Ford’s there. Christ, I almost forgot how big he is until his shadow swallows us all. His hands are rough on my wrists, pinning them above my head against the pillows.
“Stay still for me, sweetheart,” he orders, and the command in his tone sends a shiver all the way to my core.
I’m wrecked already, but then Beck pushes two thick fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit, and I’m gone. My back bows, my breath breaks, and Ford’s mouth claims the curve of my shoulder, biting down just hard enough to make me cry out.
Hayes pulls back just enough to watch me unravel, his eyes burning.
