For the Fight (Romantic Suspense) (Beyond Blood, #2) by Nora Flite Page B

good—great, even.” There was a long pause. “Uh, so,” she said, tripping on her tongue. “You guys can stop staring at me like that now.”
    Say something, I told myself. Speak the fuck up!
    It wasn't to be. Jacob moved beside me, his voice rich in that slick baritone of his. “Sorry, I don't mean to stare, but... Marina, you're honestly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”
    Her face flushed, and I was furious I hadn't been the one to make it happen. “Stop,” she said quickly, covering her mouth. “Don't say that. It's embarrassing.”
    “The truth shouldn't be embarrassing,” Jacob whispered.
    Okay. Nope. No more of this. Stepping forward, I flashed a smile and looked her up and down. “He's right, you look amazing. Ready to go?” Offering my arm, I waited patiently.
    Marina reached for me—setting my heart on overdrive—then stopped. “What about your gun? Won't you need it tonight?”
    My face fell. “Right. Let me go get that.” I didn't know what was going on, but I was feeling an odd rush of possessiveness. I'd kissed this woman, I'd buried my cock deep inside of her. Now, the idea of leaving her alone with Jacob so he could flirt and make her blush had my head swimming.
    I wasn't jealous of him. That wasn't quite the issue. Gripping my Ruger, checking it over, I realized what was bugging me. Even if we share her... I still want to make her react to me. I still want to infect her mind and body. This was going to get complicated. No woman we'd shared had been able to handle the constant attention from the both of us.
    Either one of us was insatiable.
    Together, we were a vortex.
    Tucking the gun under my coat, I headed into the main room. Marina was hugging her purse, chewing her lip. I was relieved not to find them making out. “Okay, I'm good. We can head out.”
    “I'll drive,” Jacob said.
    “Let me.” I jingled my keys. “I looked up the address, I know the way.” And now I can sit next to Marina.
    Jacob eyed me knowingly, but he nodded. “Fine.”
    It was a small win. A tiny, silly, stupid win.
    But that was enough for me.

- Chapter Eight -
    Marina
    “Y ou're honestly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”
    I had that phrase trapped in my skull. It refused to wash away, clinging to the curves of my brain and sinking deeper and deeper. God damn fucking Jacob. Both of them had gorged themselves on me when they'd entered. Kite had gone speechless, which was pretty great.
    But not Jacob.
    No, Jacob had to go and turn me upside down again. I was already floundering. Didn't they see that? I didn't want flattery or compliments. I didn't want to know these two sexy, well dressed men—killers, call them what they are!—were both keen to get in my pants.
    What sort of oath could make two friends so... open?
    I would have said 'giving' but it would mean I was something to give away. And I wasn't. I was a woman with hot revenge in her pocket, someone who wanted to end a life and attain some closure.
    And now I was becoming more than that.
    Because of these two frustrating men, I was now a prize.
    A prize to be shared.
    Trembling, I checked the seat belt. If I went crazy enough, I could jump out of the moving car. Wouldn't that be a sight.
    “Is the music okay?” Kite asked me.
    Sitting up straighter, I pulled my jacket around myself. It was useful for hiding my body in this ridiculously revealing gown. “It's fine,” I said, smiling softly. I hadn't even been listening. I kept myself busy between glancing at Kite to my left, and eyeing Jacob in the side mirror.
    He was watching me. He hadn't stopped smiling.
    Fuck.
    “Tonight,” I said, pushing to return things to normal—as normal as hunting down another human was. “What do we do? Jacob, you were the one who said this man would be there. If I see him, if any of us sees him, do we just... walk up and ask him his name?” I was having trouble picturing myself doing anything but grabbing Kite's gun and shooting the guy if I