The two men hesitated, looking at each other with uncertainty.

They could see her vulnerability, the way her trauma was driving the request.

Beck leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "Why don't you try to go back to sleep, baby? We'll stay right here with you."

"No, I know what I want," she insisted, shaking her head. "And it’s not sleep." She leaned and sucked a hickey on Beck’s neck.

He sucked in a sharp breath, a groan breaking free before he could stop it.

She hid ...