As she basked in the throes, Seth removed the clamps, heaping pain on top of her ecstasy.
Heavenly’s eyes flew wide. Her cries rolled into high-pitched shrieks of pain. Beck felt her agony all the way to his bones as he gripped her hips harder, manically shuttling in and out of her contracting pussy.
The friction multiplied.
His hips jerked.
Lightning flashed behind his eyes.
Flames seared his spine.
Ecstasy yanked off its chain.
A beastly growl tore from Beck’s chest as he spilled every ounce of hot come inside her quivering cunt until he swore he was going to black out.
Sexual haze clouded his vision. He was still fighting to catch his breath when he spied Seth gently laving and slurping at Heavenly’s angry nipples. Their girl was panting, perspiring, pumped full of sensation overload, and totally spent. But her glassy, unfocused eyes found his. A sated smile curled the corners of her lips, punctuated by a satisfied moan. Beck’s heart swelled.
On her right, Seth eased back, pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, then released her wrists from the ropes. Together, they sandwiched her in their arms and collapsed on the bed.
“Feel better, little girl?” Beck asked softly.
She moaned. “That was…”
“Incredible?” Seth asked.
“Beyond,” she whispered.
Seth leaned close to her ear. “I love you.”
Beck’s chest tightened at the vulnerability his friend didn’t even try to hide. That had to be a good sign, right? Seth wasn’t shutting down.
“I love you, too,” she murmured back, then turned Beck’s way. “Both of you.”
Beck dropped a kiss on her lips, then gripped Seth’s shoulder in silent support. “We’ve got you, man. Whatever happens next, we’re here.”
Seth met his gaze. The wild look and half-hidden panic Beck had seen in his eyes earlier was gone, replaced by gratitude.
The PI leaned in and softly kissed Heavenly, sealing their bond in the quiet afterglow. For the moment, they were happy. Whole. Complete.
But life seemed determined to keep throwing them curveballs, and Beck couldn’t help but hug Heavenly tighter and wonder if the next blow would be the one to pull them apart.
Seth’s eyes opened at five forty-five, his internal clock as reliable as ever. For a moment, he lay still, savoring the warmth of Heavenly pressed against him and Beck’s steady breathing on her other side. Last night had been exactly what he’d needed—intense, consuming, a chance to lose himself completely in pleasure and exert control when life seemed determined to steal his.
They’d pushed Heavenly’s boundaries in ways they never had, and she’d responded beautifully. The memory of her gasps, her unbridled surrender, the way she’d trusted them completely, sent heat coursing through him even now. He’d needed to dominate her, stop thinking about the chaos crowding his head—his failure at the old house, the shock of Hudson’s existence, the weight of suddenly being responsible for a teenager.
Thank God Beck had been there to keep him grounded and present. Without Beck’s steady presence and quiet check-ins with Heavenly, Seth feared he would have pushed her too hard.
This morning, he felt settled enough to face the day ahead.
Carefully, he slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake either of them, and pulled on his workout clothes. Hudson was probably still asleep, but they had an appointment to pump iron at six-thirty, and Seth intended to keep it.
When he padded downstairs to the home gym, however, he found Hudson already there, dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, stretching near the free weights.
“Morning,” Seth said, pleasantly surprised.
“Hey.” Hudson straightened, looking more alert than a typical sixteen-year-old at this early hour. “I wasn’t sure what we were doing, so I hung out and waited.”
“Good call. You work out much?”
