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That was his cue.
“Take these, man.” He handed his keys to Beck. “You and Heavenly stay. I’ve got to get out of here. Headache.”
Beck slanted him an unreadable stare. “We’ll go with you.”
Last fucking thing he wanted. “Stay. Have fun. I know Heavenly has been looking forward to this.”
“Now that Raine is gone, I’m sure she’ll be happy to leave.”
“No, really. I don’t want to be a buzzkill. Stay. I insist.”
Beck grabbed Heavenly’s hand, and together, they closed in. “So do we. Let’s go.”
* * *
Seth sulked in the backseat of his own fucking SUV, fuming as Beck drove them home because, according to the surgeon, he was too angry to drive.
Screw him.
They’d slipped out of the reception after Raine, Liam, and Hammer had left to start their new life together and the vanillas had begun to call it a night. It wouldn’t be long before the reception hall reverted to a dungeon for the club members who wanted to play. Heavenly wasn’t ready for that. He and Beck both agreed, so whisking their girl away had been the right call.
While Seth appreciated that fact, he still broiled with rage.
Goddamn Beck. He’d opened his big mouth and started this shit. Now all their friends were up his ass, questioning his decisions. They completely misunderstood him. He was in favor of marriage. In fact, he couldn’t imagine life without Heavenly, and he looked forward to slipping a ring on her finger to prove it. But babies? The good doctor was just itching to force fatherhood down his throat. Seth didn’t fucking appreciate it.
But the car wasn’t the place to argue, and Heavenly didn’t need to hear this confrontation.
It was going to be ugly.
Beside him, she sat, silent, hands folded in her lap. He hadn’t expected her to slide into the back beside him as Beck pulled away from the party. Why had she?
Heavenly and Beck made eye contact in the rearview mirror. He’d bet the two of them had cooked up some new scheme to bring him around to the idea of knocking her up. That fit since Beck had seemingly convinced her she needed babies right this goddamn minute.
“Seth?” Heavenly wrapped a soft hand around his arm. Her big blue eyes asked if he was all right.
He wished she wouldn’t touch him like that. He didn’t want her pity. He’d ten times rather she pull up her pretty dress and offer him her pussy. He’d tucked a condom in his pocket, just in case. But that wasn’t what she sought, so he braced against his racing heart and his rush of lust. “I’m fine.”
In the rearview mirror, Beck flashed him a dubious scowl.
Yeah? Fuck you, too.
She leaned closer. Her tits pressed against his arm, inciting another surge of desire. Seth gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Why was it that, no matter what he was doing or how he was feeling, he always fucking wanted her? Love. Yeah, he could pin a bunch of the blame on that. But the need—primal, feral, uncontrollable—stemmed from something else he couldn’t put into words.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
He didn’t want to lie to her again, so he sent her a tight smile, then focused out the window at the passing So Cal night.
Beside him, he could all but feel her concern. Her goddamn compassion wrapped around him, strangling more than comforting him.
“Talk to me, Seth,” she urged softly. “You’re not okay.”
He swallowed back his encroaching temper. “Don’t worry. Just…don’t.”
She pulled back, withdrawing her hand and retreating to the opposite side of the backseat. Seth cursed under his breath.
“Sorry. It’s not you.” He squeezed her hand, then released it. “I’m just not in a good mood.”
“I can make you some fresh coffee when we get home. Or a cup of soup, if you’re feeling under the weather.”
