Jared stood frozen in the hallway, pulse hammering. Hayden’s low voice, the filthy things he’d whispered to Myla, the way her cry had broken when she’d come… it had shaken his self control like a building’s foundation during an earthquake.

Beside him, Beck exhaled shakily. Ears still hummed faintly with the echoes of Myla’s moans. “Christ,” He muttered, raking a hand through his dark hair. “He hasn’t lost his touch.”

For one charged moment, neither man moved.

Then Beck ...