Then he gave a loud, strangled cry, body shuddering for long moments as he pressed in as deep as he could and emptied himself inside her. Under him, Heavenly grabbed at him, clutching him, as bliss dawned on her face.
As she opened her mouth and let out a silent cry, Seth yanked free. “Fuck. She’s mid-orgasm. Finish her.”
Gladly.
Quickly, Beck wedged himself between Heavenly’s thighs again, ignoring her cry of frustration. He tilted her up to him, then filled her with firm, unfaltering thrusts designed to finish unraveling her. In seconds, her whimpers turned to moans. She tightened, dug her nails into him, then screamed with a sound of ecstasy that almost didn’t seem human. She clamped down, then pulsed hard and fast, sweeping him away with her.
He closed his eyes, held her as tightly as he dared, then gave himself over to the bliss of being inside her—to fate—and poured his seed into her endlessly.
Moments—hours?—later, he finally caught his breath, feeling punch-drunk on pleasure, and so fucking in love. He’d never known a heady feeling like this existed. And he hated that he’d found it when it might be too late.
“I love you, little girl. We’re with you, no matter what happens next.”
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as her heavy-lidded gaze slid between the two of them. “And I love you, too. No matter what. I’ve never felt more whole in my life.”
Then her seeping tears became sobs. Beck felt her worry. It made him want to kill Jedediah now.
He and Seth covered her together, each winding an arm around her. Beck didn’t care that his arm was half buried by the other man’s ribs or that the big guy nudged a thigh with his own. They were surrounding their girl, reassuring her, consoling her, alternately kissing her as they filled her heart up in case they had no tomorrow.
In minutes, Heavenly drifted off. Beck smiled adoringly. Sometimes she was like a child; the moment her lids shut, the world fell away from her. She slept, curling into them with so much trust it made Beck’s heart clench.
Finally, Seth stood, stretched, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion. “I feel like a semi ran me over.”
Beck managed a grin. “She has that effect on me, too.” Then he caressed Heavenly with his stare, feeling his chest squeeze with fear. “I’ve got a bull’s-eye on my back, man. Jedediah is ruthless; he takes after Esther. Promise me… If I don’t make it, you’ll take care of Heavenly.”
The big PI nodded. He didn’t try to make assurances or downplay the danger they both knew was real. “Absolutely. I’ll never let anything happen to her. And if she conceived tonight—”
“Chances are slim.”
“I figured you had some idea about the timing of her cycle.” Seth shrugged. “But no matter what, I’ll be here.”
Beck sensed that promise cost the PI a lot. “Thanks. I’ve thought about this. I know something happened in your past and—”
“Now’s not the time. Let’s make it through this shit first.”
He nodded. “Fair enough. I just want you to know that if our roles were reversed, if your past was coming back for you, I’d be there.”
Seth disappeared into the bathroom. Beck heard the water run, listened as the other man dragged in a bracing breath, then he came out with a warm washcloth and cleaned Heavenly up in silence. It was a testament to her exhaustion that she didn’t rouse or move.
On his way back to the bathroom, Seth finally gave him a solemn nod. “I know. Thanks.”
“And if we both make it out—”
“We’ll talk then,” the PI promised. “Our girl needs a ring on her finger.”
“Yes, she does.” Beck was glad they were on the same page about that. “I don’t know what our commitment looks like, but I know I want it.”
“Yeah. I have a few other…issues to address, but I don’t have to question whether I want us forever. I know.”
“Same. Now all I have to do is not die.”