The Chase: Doms of Her Life: Heavenly Rising

by Shayla Black

  “Sure,” Beck said warily.

  Wordlessly, she led the way up the stairs and to their lovely guest room with its glass French door and oversized balcony positioned to take advantage of the mountain views that went on for miles.

  She eased the door shut, enclosing them in privacy. “I wanted to talk to you alone, tell you how sorry I am for lying to you earlier today. I’d like the chance to explain, if you’re willing to listen.”

  There was a long pause, and she hoped she’d made the right choice. Hell, she hoped she hadn’t screwed up so badly or pushed them away one too many times. She hoped she wasn’t too late and that they could still have a future together.

  “We would welcome that,” Beck said finally.

  “Go on,” Seth demanded.

  She looked down, staring at the tips of their dress shoes, before dragging in a deep breath and confessing everything about the bed rental, Sanchez, and her conversation with Pike. “He really does just want me to talk to this girl on his behalf.”

  “And that’s everything?” Seth didn’t sound pleased.

  Her stomach plunged. “Everything. I swear.”

  “It’s endearing that you wanted to protect us…” Beck began.

  “But don’t,” Seth finished for him. “I would very much like to beat the shit out of Sanchez again for scaring and threatening you. But I’m not so hotheaded that I’d put any of us at risk again to do it.”

  “But he knows your names. He can call the police—”

  “Angel, if he was going to, he would have already done it. He was just fucking with you.”

  “Because he wants to fuck you,” Beck put in.

  “Exactly.” Seth’s voice was firm, unyielding.

  Heavenly swallowed. “I’m really sorry. I should never have assumed you’d be so angry that you’d make the situation worse. I should have trusted that you would understand and do the right thing.”

  “Damn straight, but apology accepted. It better not happen again.”

  “You’re not going to leave me, are you?” She felt her heart in her eyes.

  “Would it matter to you?”

  The fact they even wondered that hurt her so much. Guilt for all the damage she’d done made her feel so small. “More than you know. It would crush me.”

  “Do we understand each other now?” Beck asked sharply.

  “Yes. I promise. If I ever have a problem, I’ll come to you. I’ll want to help, too, because I’m still a grown woman responsible for myself and my actions, but I’ll hope we can find a solution together.”

  “That’s fine, angel. We respect that.”

  “But if anyone threatens you in any way, you come to us immediately. Is that clear, little girl?” Beck demanded.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now I’ll handle this problem.” Beck crossed the room and opened the bedroom door. “Dean?”

  “Yo,” she heard the cop call from downstairs.

  “You know a slum lord who lives near Exposition Park named Sanchez?”

  “That creep? Yeah, he used to run drugs. Did some time for it. Rumor has it he’s dabbling in prostitution now.”

  “Well, he’s been threatening our girl…” Beck explained.

  “That shitbag is messing with Heavenly? I’ll take care of it. He probably has outstanding warrants. I’ll see if I can’t get them served so he can have a nice long trip to jail. Twenty bucks says we can get him on multiple infractions, maybe even a felony possession charge since he loves illegal guns, too. That will mean some awesome prison time.”

  “Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.”

  Two minutes later, Dean called back up the stairs. “A fellow officer on duty found some outstanding warrants. Since he was cruising near Sanchez’s neighborhood, he’s on it as we speak. That asshole shouldn’t give sweet Heavenly any more trouble.”

  Relief and gratitude filled her. “Please thank him for me.”

  “Will do,” Beck muttered, then passed the message on to Dean.

  “You’re welcome,” he called back up the stairs.

  Then Beck shut the door. They were alone again.

  “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Seth challenged.

  Ridiculously easy, in fact. She’d fallen into old patterns—trying to take care of everything herself—and she knew the price could have been the amazing future she now saw in front of her so clearly. “No. I feel horrible that I risked us. I only wanted to protect you two, but…”

  “We know. We’ll talk about punishment when we’re home. Right now, we want to hold you.”

  “First, I have one more thing to say. Please?”

  They both froze, then Beck nodded. “All right.”

  Heavenly drew in a deep breath to steady herself. She hadn’t come upstairs with them simply to apologize. She’d come here to begin the rest of her life. Liam had told her nothing would be settled with words and she’d known in that moment how best to convey what was in her heart.

  She grabbed the remote to close the blinds. Once the three of them were free from the prying eyes of the outside world, she began peeling off her clothes, draping each garment on the back of a nearby chair. Then she bowed her head, knelt at their feet, and waited, breath held.

  “What are you doing, angel?”

  “Giving you what I should have weeks ago—my body, my trust, and my heart.”

  “What are you saying?” Beck bent to cup her chin and lift her gaze to him.

  “I love you.” She felt so relieved to finally be confessing the feelings she’d secreted in her heart for weeks.

  Her fierce surgeon looked as if she could knock him over with a feather. “You’re sure?”

  His croaked words, thick with emotion, touched her. “Yes.” She took Seth’s hand. “I love you, too. So much. I wanted to say the words sooner, but Raine made me promise to wait until I was certain I wanted to stay.”

  “Angel…” Seth’s voice shook as he gripped her hand. “Does this mean… Are you committing to us?”

  She nodded. “I don’t belong anywhere except with you—forever.”

  “What about all your adventure and seeing the world?” Beck asked. “I don’t want you to regret us later.”

  “First, you two have proven that you can show me plenty of adventure, both in and out of the bedroom.” She blushed. “And second, this really awesome surgeon I sleep with just proved to me tonight all the reasons I need to forge my own path in life. With you two—in every way—is where I want to be.”

  Together, they hauled her to her feet and crushed her in their embrace. She wrapped her arm around Seth’s lean waist, feeling him press kisses to her crown as she rested her cheek against Beck’s chest to hear his beating heart. Gravity and reverence compelled the moment to silence. In that instant, they didn’t need words, just one another. Tears filled her eyes.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words,” Beck whispered as he tipped her chin up and dipped his head to capture her lips with the fervor of a man whose patience had been tested again and again. “I love you so much, little girl.”

  The instant Beck lifted his head, Seth wrapped his fingers in her hair and turned her face to his, swooping down to seize her mouth in a furious kiss. Her hand crept up his arm, over his shoulder, then cupped his nape as his onslaught of passion continued until she felt dizzy and achy and needy. She whimpered.

  “After everything I went through in New York,” he said as he gripped her, emotions contorting his strong features, “I love you more than I thought I was capable of loving anyone, angel. I can’t let you go.”

  She didn’t understand exactly what Seth meant—his father’s death? The unexpected drifting apart from his family? His mother’s upcoming remarriage?—but she gave him a tight squeeze, hoping to soothe and reassure him with her touch. She’d be sure to ask him later, but right now she had something else to say. “Please don’t. I appreciate all your sacrifice and patience more than words can say. I’m in thi
s with you two for the rest of our lives. All in. And I want to prove it.”

  Heavenly opened her purse on the nightstand and withdrew a slip of paper—the note they’d written her in which they promised her a plane ticket and fifty thousand dollars to help her start a future without them. Her safety net, they’d called it.

  She held it up so they could see exactly what she gripped. The sight of it seemed to punch them in the gut. They looked as if they tried to brace.

  Instead of cashing in, she tore the slip of paper in half. Then in half again. Then one more time for good measure. Finally, she made her way to the trash can in the corner of the room and turned to meet their riveted stares before she tossed the little pieces inside. “I’m with you forever—and ready for everything that comes with commitment. You’re my family now, and I don’t want anything between us anymore. Make love to me.”

  Beck’s jaw fell open. His head spun.

  I’m with you forever. Heavenly’s words rang so sweetly in his ears.

  Fuck yes. Forever starts right now.

  He tried to temper himself, but it was a losing battle. “This is a big decision, little girl. Are you sure?”

  “You want to be ours for the rest of your life? Think carefully.” Seth clenched his hands into fists as if he was barely restraining his urge to put them on Heavenly. “Once you say yes, I will fight to keep you until the end of time.”

  “You already have, and I love you for it.” The solemn conviction on her face took Beck’s breath away. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I belong with you two.”

  That was all he needed to hear.

  He started working the buttons on his shirt, wondering how fucking fast he could get naked. Beside him, Seth wrestled out of his suit coat in a blur. When Beck blinked, the guy was suddenly bare from the waist up. Then Seth shucked his pants, carelessly kicking them across the floor in his haste to reach Heavenly.

  She bent to retrieve his coat. The usually fastidious Seth flung the pinstripe out of her grasp.

  “Later,” he growled, lifting her like a rag doll and laying on her back, across the bed, before tumbling on top of her. “Spread.”

  At his monosyllabic command, Heavenly parted her trembling thighs and wrapped her small hand around Seth’s nape. She stared into his eyes as he aligned the tip of his cock to her opening, looking like a man fighting a temptation too compelling to resist.

  “I’ve waited a fucking lifetime. Now you’re ours. I can’t not be inside you.” He braced himself and shoved forward, lunging deep and absorbing her cry with his kiss.

  It hardly escaped Beck’s notice that the PI wasn’t wearing a condom.

  As he tore into his belt buckle and wrangled out of his pants, he understood Seth’s primal urge to feel Heavenly’s skin against his in every place they touched. To claim her. To make her theirs. He itched with the need, desperate for relief as he leapt onto the bed, positioning himself near her head. Then he took her hair in his fist and turned her face toward him. Compliantly, she opened her mouth and took him onto her tongue while he watched Seth shuttle in and out of her pussy with a bed-shaking fervor he’d never seen the big guy unleash.

  Heavenly’s whimpering undulations, along with her tongue lashing the head of his cock, told Beck she loved every second of it.

  “Jesus, this is hot.” The whisper fell out of his mouth.

  “I can’t. Fucking. Get. Deep enough.” Seth gripped her hips tighter, clearly determined to persevere.

  Beck went hot all over. “She feels good, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes. God. I’m dying,” Seth ground out as he pummeled her in long, rapid strokes that had Heavenly moaning louder. “It’s so good. But I’m not going to last. Damn it.” Seth jerked away and flung himself down beside her, then bent to inhale her nipples, his stare riveted on her plump lips. “And watching her suck you isn’t helping.”

  Between them, Heavenly writhed, lifted her hips insistently, and dug her nails into Beck’s thigh. “Fill me. Please. I’m so empty.”

  When she blinked up at him, her gaze implored. Beck held his breath.

  I love you. Her soft words rolled through his head once more. They shook his body.

  He was toast.

  Seth nipped at the stiff peaks of her breasts once more and wrapped his fingers around his cock, slowly stroking. “Go on. She needs you, man.”

  Beck positioned himself between her legs, then paused, taking his dick in hand. He settled his bare crest against her opening. “I’m here, little girl.” Then he nudged her, tucking his head just inside her slick folds, and looked Seth’s way. “You good with this?” When Seth hesitated, obligation nudged Beck to remind him. “I can grab the box in the nightstand.”

  The big guy’s face hardened. “No. Fucking do it.”

  So Seth knew full well they were both taking her bareback—and he didn’t care.

  Desire twisted Beck so tight he could barely breathe. “Heavenly?”

  “Yes. Hurry…” The plea in her voice went straight to his cock. “I’m aching. I’m dying. I need you.”

  Maybe it was the love swelling between them with every moment. Maybe it was the fact none of them knew what tomorrow would bring. Maybe it was simply a biological imperative. Whatever. Beck was done asking questions.

  No one seemed to care they were playing conception roulette. That suited him just fine.

  He took Heavenly by the hips and sank into her slow, sure, and deep, his eyes closing in bliss as she surrounded him. She arched, lifted, and keened as he filled her up. Her lashes fluttered shut. Ecstasy transformed her face. “I feel you. Every inch. Oh… Don’t stop.”

  No chance of that.

  Beck lost himself in the feel of her bare, slick flesh scorching all around him, amping up his bliss and blowing his mind. Never once had he been inside a woman without a glove. The difference was everything—not just because the lack of latex allowed him more sensation, but because he was with Heavenly. Because she loved them. God knew he loved her with his whole heart.

  Rocking deep inside her, he pressed his thumb over her clit and circled. “My cock inside you feel good, little girl?”

  “Yes.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him deeper, as she fisted Seth’s short hair between her fingers to keep him at her nipples. “It’s…everything.”

  Her panting admission began to unravel his self-control.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot.” Seth pinched both her nipples, then slid his hand down her belly, nudging Beck’s own aside, to toy with her clit. “Let’s make her come.

  “Yes,” Beck growled. “Together.”

  He ached for that so badly.

  “Work that spot inside her. You know that one high and—”

  “Toward the front, yeah.”

  It tripped Heavenly into orgasm every time.

  Beck gathered her closer, changed his angle, then began to propel his way deep with steady, savage thrusts. Almost instantly, she cried out, seized up. Sweat beaded at his temples, along his back, as a slow thrill rumbled down his spine and wound through his body, so hot it felt nuclear.

  A half-dozen thrusts later, Heavenly tightened on him, her grip around his cock going from snug to strangling. He fought his way deeper, nudging her cervix. She bowed and screamed, her legs tightening on him, her fingers suddenly digging into his shoulders. Her eyes begged. Then he inched back, dragging his length and fat crest along that one spot…

  Heavenly gasped, froze, then jolted and moaned from somewhere deep in her lungs. The sound dripped pleasure. Between that and the clamping of her cunt, it nearly sent Beck over the fucking edge. He hung on by sheer will, not ready for this to end.

  As her climax slowed to soft, sporadic pulses, he eased free and melted onto the mattress, panting and heart thudding like he’d just run miles. “I’ve got to tag out.”

  Or I’m going to come so hard inside her.

  Seth didn’t hesitate, just slid between her lax thighs, took her lips w
ith a rough passion she responded to instantly, then rose up on his arms and pushed inside her again. His head fell back with a groan. Her gasp sounded tormented, like a needy squeal. He rooted deeper, circling, pushing, claiming every bit of her he could.

  “Holy fuck, you feel so good. I love being inside you, angel.” He fucked her harder. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she panted, her blue stare clinging and begging for more.

  Beck propped up on his elbow. “You look so beautiful. Let me see you come while he fucks you, little girl.”

  “Jesus, are you trying to end me?” Seth bitched.

  Beck just smiled. Was there some subversive part of him that hoped she got pregnant? Sure. Realistically, he knew she was due for a period any day now. She was so late in her cycle that her chances of conceiving were almost nil. Almost… A guy could still hope.

  But Beck gave him one last out. “Like I said, the box is in the nightstand.”

  Seth stilled.

  “No!” Heavenly protested, wriggling and silently urging him on. “I need you. Please. Please…”

  “Fuck no,” Seth snarled Beck’s way, then turned his focus to Heavenly. “I’m here, angel.” He stroked into her again, harder, picking up the pace, heedless of what came next. “I’m not leaving. I promise.”

  Beck couldn’t resist helping them along.

  Bending, he plucked at her nipples with his lips and teeth, dragging her pebbled peaks into his mouth, onto his tongue, and eating at them without mercy. He licked his fingers, then dragged his free hand between their bodies until he found her clit, already swelling and hardening, the tip distending. With a soft, slow drag, he worked her most sensitive spot while Seth heaved in deep breaths, then slid one hand under her, lifted her hips, and worked the spot she couldn’t resist.

  Heavenly breathed hard, flushing, lips parted, so focused on Seth. His cheeks had gone ruddy as he used his long limbs to ease back, balance at her entrance, then plunge long and strong inside her again.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  She blinked, looking dreamy and not quite focused. But she was with him. Their bodies moved together. Their breaths aligned.

  “Tell me you want me.”