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A knock on the door made me jump.
“Fuck off,” Beckett yelled out.
I flattened my hands against his sticky bare chest and pushed. “Beckett, no.”
Sex-filled eyes devoured me as the music from Naya’s apartment pounded like something you’d hear at a strip club.
The light knock at the door turned into a hammering fist. “Lexi, open up the damn door,” a dangerous voice demanded.
Austin?
Beckett’s eyes narrowed. “Who’s that?”
“No one.”
“Good. Get rid of him. I want to talk, and you don’t look like you’re up for watching an ass-kicking tonight.” His muscles flexed as he laid down the threat. Being a bouncer, Beckett knew how to handle himself, not to mention he loved starting shit with other guys for no reason. All that wrestling he watched had gone to his head.
He backed up and stood beside the balcony door with his arms folded in order to draw attention to his thick biceps. I turned around and cracked open the door. “Austin, what are you doing here?”
Austin’s eyes hooded as he studied my face. “Are you okay?” His voice maintained a frightening level of control—a little bit like a gun about to go off.
“I’ve got a virus. You should go; it might be contagious.”
Being that Austin was taller than me, he had the vertical advantage of seeing over my head and into the apartment. When I heard his knuckles crack, I knew he’d caught sight of Beckett, shirtless in my living room with the smug expression he always wore.
“Who’s in there with you?”
“It’s just my ex. He brought the title to my car and…”
“And he decided to mend fences by groping you in your condition?” Austin slid his jaw from left to right, something he did whenever he was pissed. Perhaps it was the slight lift of my brow, but his answer flashed across my face. Austin had a gift at reading people.
“I want him out,” he demanded.
I tried to shut the door, but Austin wedged his foot in.
“Just go,” I whispered. “He’s a big guy with a temper and I’m too sick to deal with a fight.”
Austin Cole lowered his head as well as his voice. A muscle tightened in his jaw and I knew he meant business. “You may not realize this yet, Lexi, but you’re in my pack. Andnobodyfucks with my pack.”
The door pushed open and Austin stood beside me. Beckett had never looked so small.
“Time for you to get the fuck out of here,” Austin said in a calm voice, the kind that made all my hairs stand on end.
Beckett looked intimidated just for a split second before going into stupidity mode. “Says who?”
Those two words had started more fights than I could even remember.
Austin reduced the space between them to nothing and I became nervous about what was going to go down. All my furniture in ruins, lampshades torn, curtains ripped, tables smashed to pieces…
Austin threw a hard fist into Beckett’s face and knocked him out cold. It sounded like bones cracked. I gasped when it happened and covered my mouth. There was no warning. No words were exchanged. Beckett fell to the ground like a tranquilized deer and Austin grabbed him by the ankles.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed.
He dragged Beckett all the way outside. I cringed with every thump of his body down the steps but remained inside my apartment, peering through my door. Naya’s partygoers were scattered about, enjoying the balmy night air and barely paying attention.
Austin Cole walked coolly into my apartment, closing the door behind him. “Did he hurt you?” He placed his large hand across my forehead and then touched my feverish cheek. “He put his hands on you, didn’t he? I could smash his face in for trying to take advantage of you.”
“I think you did smash his face open,” I murmured.
