The Choice(4)

By: Shayla Black

“Yes. It was easy.” Heavenly punctuated her lie with a bright smile.

River glowered. “Tell me Beck or Seth finally manned up.”

“He’s someone you don’t know.”

One of River’s dark brows shot up. “Where did you meet him?”


“What does that mean? A park? A bar? A grocery store? A swingers’ club?”

“Why does it matter? I found someone and it was lovely.”

He looked skeptical. “Lovely? That’s how you describe meeting a stranger, losing your clothes, and banging him?”

Heavenly bristled. “How would you describe a hookup?”

“Hot, sweaty, messy. Mind-blowing. Spine-melting. Earth-shattering.” River snorted. “Never lovely.”

“Sweaty?” She shuddered. “That sounds unpleasant. It was nice. I…tingled.”

“Tingled?” He scowled. “Did your pussy fall asleep because he couldn’t find your clit? Maybe you should have given him a map.”

She nearly choked on her wine. “I found the experience perfectly satisfying.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t know squat about satisfaction.” Raine’s brother leaned in and peered at her, eye to eye. “Here’s what I think happened: You haven’t so much as flirted with another man. You don’t understand why ‘lovely’ sex is bad because you’ve never had it. In fact, not only did you not have sex with this mysterious ‘stud,’ you haven’t offered the virginity you asked me to take to anyone else.”

“What. The fuck. Did you say?” Beck growled suddenly.

Heavenly glanced over her shoulder. Both Beck and Seth glared from across the kitchen. Oh, no.

“Get out,” Seth snapped at River, hauling ass across the room. “Now. While you can still walk.”

Dread burned her veins. She didn’t have to wonder how much they’d overheard. Obviously, it had been more than enough. Tonight had just gone from mortifying to catastrophic.

River backed away, hands raised. “Hey, just so you know, I turned her down because I like my balls where they are.”

“That’s the only reason you’re getting to keep them,” Beck insisted. “Seth told you to get the fuck out.”

“I’m leaving,” River assured, then glanced her way. “Good luck.”

Once he’d gone, silence descended. She was alone with the two men who had been tempting, confusing, and consuming her for months. They were going to demand answers.

This wouldn’t end well.

Heavenly drew in a shaky breath, startled to find both now inches away, arms crossed over their chests. Aggression rolled off them, filling the tense air. Beck drilled holes through her with narrowed eyes, set off by a scathing slash of his mouth. Seth’s seething stare was no less displeased. Unfortunately, she had nothing to offer the savage beasts except a smile full of trembling bravado.

Because the truth would change everything.

“Hi, guys. Can I get you a drink?”


“I don’t want a fucking drink. I want to spank your ass until I get some answers.” Dr. Kenneth Beckman tried not to snarl and failed.

God, the fucking betrayal… He itched to stretch Heavenly across his lap, yank her panties down, and paddle her sweet little backside until it flushed red. But when he fantasized about spanking her—which was all the fucking time—he made her count out every swat with his fingers deep in her pussy. The fact that he couldn’t mete out punishment now frustrated him. Months of unfulfilled desire made him feel as if he was coming out of his skin.

Heavenly was his fucking worst nightmare rolled up in his hottest wet dream. If she had any clue how deep and dark his fantasies of her were, it would scare the hell out of her. She’d be even more afraid if she knew he was both a Dominant and a sadist.

Seth turned his way. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

After months of biting rivalry, they finally agreed on something—not that Beck could spare a fuck about that right now.

“What the… Why in the holy, ever-loving hell did you…” Fury tied Beck’s tongue in a knot too tight to speak.