“And you won’t. You’re here to stay.”
“Jared doesn’t seem so sure,” she said.
“He will be. Don’t worry about that.”
27
Angie couldn’t sleep.
Urgh. She felt guilty for being here.
Correction: She felt guilty for not hating being here.
She walked down the stairs. Perhaps she should be spending her nights trying to find a way out of here.
As she moved along the hallway, she heard a noise. A door ahead of her was partially open and she peeked through.
Hey, it was Jared’s office.
Just as she’d thought.
All right, all right, she’d thought that was a few doors down. But she was close.
Then her brain caught up with what her eyes were seeing. North was bent over a desk while Jared was pushing his dick into the other man’s ass.
Oh. My. God.
That might be the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
“Why are you in trouble, boy?”
“For taking her without permission.”
“And what else?”
“Lying to you. Keeping it from you. Keeping her locked up and maybe hurting her mental health.”
Shock held her immobile.
Jared was upset with North for locking her up?
“Her life with Fergus was hell. I should have helped her.” As Jared spoke, he kept moving. She wished she could see his cock.
Whoa. Where had that come from?
“Your hands were tied. He’d have killed you.”
“Sometimes, I think that I would have been better off.”
“Don’t say that!” North tried to rear up but Jared pinned him to the desk with his hand on the back of his neck.
“Don’t you move,” Jared snarled.
“I know I shouldn’t have locked her up. Or kept her presence from you. But I won’t apologize for taking her. It’s what you both need. Each other.”
Jared didn’t reply. Instead he slammed into North’s ass until he came with a groan. Then he drew out, grabbing the other man and turning him so he could kiss him.
Savagely.
