They were fucking gorgeous together. The man consumed Beck’s pretty mouth at first, then gentled his kiss, probably because he was realizing just like I had that Beck was new to kissing. The man’s amber colored eyes skimmed over Beck as he pulled back and then shifted to me. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t him pulling me forward so he could kiss me in the exact same way.

The fucker kissed like a dream. His mouth expertly took over pleasuring mine and I was leaning into the kiss, Beck pressed between us, when he slowly eased back. He nipped at my lips for a brief moment before giving me another gentle kiss and then he put a fraction of space between us. “Let’s find someplace a little more private,” he suggested. His eyes went back to Beck. “Just the three of us.”

I’d never been in a threesome before because I’d simply never been interested. I didn’t share the guys I was with, period. But it was on the tip of my tongue to agree when Beck shifted between us, his hands pushing at both of us. We immediately stepped back to give him as much space as we could.

“No!” he shouted, his voice high and uneven as his panicked eyes drifted around the stall as if seeing it for the first time. “No, it wasn’t…”

Whatever pleasure Beck had gotten out of what had happened was obliterated as he went into a complete and full-on panic mode. He scrambled out of the stall and his eyes darted around the bathroom, taking in the few men lingering around. I hoped like hell he didn’t realize they’d probably all gotten off on the sounds of him getting off. But my hopes were dashed when color flooded his face.

“Beck,” I said as I stepped out of the stall.

“No!” he yelled again, putting out his hand as if to stop me from reaching for him, which I’d actually been planning on doing. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that!” he whispered in despair.

“Beck,” the man beside me began, but Beck was beyond consolation.

“I have to go,” he said quickly and then he was shoving past a couple of guys near the door. Shame and confusion tore through me.

He’d wanted it, damn it.

Hadn’t he?

I went through everything in my head and wracked my brain for any sign I’d forced him in some way…or that I’d missed some kind of warning that he hadn’t been into what had been happening between us. But there was nothing. He’d pleaded with me.He’dmade the choice to allow the blond to help get him off. I could understand his embarrassment that others had been listening to us, but even that seemed inconsequential considering the entire situation. He’d come here to get fucked by a stranger.He’dpursuedme.

“Hey,” the blond said as he gave me a gentle tap. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

I managed a nod. Whatever sexual energy there’d been between us was gone and even if it hadn’t been, I was too blindsided to even consider acting on it. I leaned down to scoop Beck’s forgotten jacket off the floor. I searched the pockets, but they were empty.

So he probably wouldn’t be back for it. I could leave it with the bartender in case Beck returned on another night for it.

But I wouldn’t.

Nor did I dwell on the jealously that went through me at the prospect of Beck coming back to this place in the future. Even if he did, I wouldn’t know it because there was no way I could ever come back to this club. Not after what had happened in that shitty little bathroom stall.

I nodded at the gorgeous blond, but didn’t speak to him as I left the bathroom. I doubted he cared because he seemed just as confused as me. And I had no doubt he was asking himself the same question that was now playing on a loop in my head.

What the hell just happened?

ChapterOne

Beck

It was childish, but I couldn’t stop myself from closing my eyes when I heard the bedroom door snick open. I had my back to the door, so whoever had entered wouldn’t have seen me resort to feigning sleep, but I still held myself perfectly still and tried to keep my breathing even as I waited for them to leave. It wasn’t the first time since I’d arrived that someone had popped their head in to check on me and it wasn’t the first time I’d ignored them either. Several long moments passed, but I didn’t hear the door close. What I did hear was just the slightest creak of the floorboard near the foot of the bed.

I’m not ready yet.

The thought was fleeting because it didn’t matter. I’d managed to put off my hosts all day yesterday with the excuse that I was wiped out from the drive, but I doubted they’d bought my story. After all, it only took eight hours to drive from Seattle to the tiny town of Dare, Montana, and I’d left the city two days earlier. My fathers had expected me to make it to Dare by late Thursday afternoon, but I’d called them from the road and explained that I’d been caught in traffic in Spokane and then again just outside Missoula and had decided to spend the night in the city so I wouldn’t have to make my hosts wait up for me.

My fathers had been reluctant about the whole thing of course, but I’d gotten used to the inherent fear they went through anytime I was left alone for any extended period of time. At nineteen years old, it should have bothered me that I was on such a short leash that I was literally calling or texting my parents every couple of hours, but it was a lack of trust I’d rightfully earned. I considered it a small miracle that they’d even let me make the drive to Dare on my own at all.

Lying to my fathers should have been harder than it was…or, at the least, should have left a bitter taste in my mouth. But I’d become an expert at hiding the truth from the men who’d given me and my younger brother and sister a future.

It wasn’t that I didn’t love or respect Cade and Rafe Barretti. No, it was the exact opposite, actually. In the seven years since they’d saved me and my siblings from a dire home life, I’d learned what real love was…and what being part of a family truly meant.

But none of that was strong enough to change who I was…who I’d always be. And it hadn’t been enough to keep me from shattering their lives with one selfish act.

And mine.

“I know you’re awake.”