“Write me a message like that again and see what happens,” Jayk growls into Beau’s ear. “I nearly ripped her apart. Next time, I’m coming after you.” He stands, releasing him, and Beau straightens stiffly, groaning a laugh. “She had her safeword. I know she’s safe with you,” he says good-naturedly, and Jayk’s return look is so violent, it might as well be a second punch. “She might be if she’d use it,” Jayk grits out. “Or if I wasn’t such a blind, dumb fuck.”
