Surprisingly, Deke was on her and Adam before she could catch her breath. He advanced on them, backing both her and Adam into the apartment then slamming the door behind him. As soon as they were alone, Deke growled at Adam. And Adam growled back.
Sarah eyed one man then the other. Suddenly, she felt like the weak prey thrown between an African Lion and an Asian tiger. Oh, purple pickle eater. What do I do now?
But Sarah didn’t have to do anything. Deke did it for her. He charged straight for Adam and grabbed the collar of his cashmere sweater before hauling him up against him. Then he did the last thing Sarah expected. He slammed his lips onto Adam’s.
Their kiss was hot, fiery enough to start a blaze in a torrential downpour. Sarah gasped as the flames coming off them touched her, licking at her flesh. Heat caressed every inch of her, and she felt a rope tugging her toward them as though she should be between them, as if she should go to them. But she didn’t.
Instead, she watched Deke and Adam in fascination as their passion exploded. They ravaged each other. Their tongues came out and clashed. She heard the sounds of their harsh, choppy breaths. And oh, goodness, the tension coiled between them—so much arousal, so much anger. It shouldn’t excite Sarah. Yet it did.
Then suddenly, Deke broke the kiss with a groan. “Stop pushing this,” he snapped. “Stop pushing me.”
Adam glared at Deke with eyes that spoke of love, lust, and absolute, undiluted fury. “No.” That was all he said—nothing more, nothing less.
Deke frowned. “Adam Stanton, back the fuck off.”
“No,” Adam repeated.
“Yes,” Deke growled.
Sarah felt silly standing there in silence. There was so much to say, and she didn’t know where to start. Finally, she managed to croak, “Deke.”
Without releasing Adam, Deke turned and looked at her. “What?” he barked. Then something inside Deke changed. He went stone-cold, his face closing up. But his eyes remained angry. For some reason, Sarah sensed that his anger had nothing to do with her or Adam. She just didn’t know why.
Only Deke didn’t give her a chance to ask. He dropped Adam then gave them both his back. A second later, he was gone from the room. Although, at least this time he didn’t leave. He merely stalked away, heading back into the kitchen.
Sarah sighed. “I’ll be back,” she murmured before touching Adam’s arm then brushing a kiss on his cheek. “Deke needs me.”
She knew that her words were true. Deke needed her right now, even more than Adam did. And Adam clearly knew it, too, because he nodded and said, “Go.”