Page 56 of After the Burn

“You done?” Beck asked Adrian, frowning at my mouth and neck.

“Not even close.” Adrian’s mouth tilted. “I’ll never be finished with Taryn.” His gaze moved over me, taking in every bit of evidence he’d left behind. “Not even after we’re dead and buried.” He smirked at Beck. “You’d better step up your game, or I’ll definitely be her number one.”

Jesus Christ.

Beck let out a rough laugh. “You’re an asshole.”

Adrian sighed. “You knew that already.”

“Yeah.” Beck’s gaze returned to me. “Still getting used to the part where I have to tolerate it,” he said, narrowing his eyes in a challenge. “But game on, dick.”

There was something dangerously honest about Beck. He didn’t hide the ugly parts of himself behind polished words the way Adrian did. If Beck wanted something, you knew it.

That’s one of the reasons I was so attracted to him.

After years of dealing with Adrian’s controlled, emotionless bullshit, Beck’s bluntness felt almost refreshing.

Also, what were they talking about? Sharing? What the fuck?

Beck ambled over, then leaned down and kissed my already bruised lips, not caring that Adrian was still holding me in his arms. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I whispered, still having absolutely no idea what the hell was going on.

He nudged Adrian aside, then his fingers caught lightly under my chin, turning my face toward the light. He examined the mark Adrian had left on my neck before brushing his thumb over the bruised skin.

Adrian watched from beside me.

Allowed it.

Honestly, I was so stunned by everything that I just stood there like a complete idiot. These two men barely tolerated each other. This had to be some kind of messed-up sex dream.

The touch sent a sharp shiver through me immediately.

Nope.

Not a dream.

A dream couldn’t possibly turn me on this much.

Beck’s eyes darkened, and he exhaled hard through his nose. “You smell like him now.”

The words came out rough and possessive.

“Beck,” Adrian warned quietly.

“What?” Beck snapped. “You think I’m going to pretend I don’t hate it?” He glared at Adrian. “I should break your fucking face.”

Adrian shoved him and pulled me back into his arms.

I was still so stunned by all of this that I let them move me around like a doll

For about two seconds.

“That’s not how this is going to work,” Beck growled. “She’s as much mine as she is yours.”

“Not as much. She was mine first,” Adrian narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, excuse me. Were you the one who managed to get her home safe when all this shit started?” He crossed his arms over his very muscular chest. “No? That was me, motherfucker.”