Jared just smiled. “We’re all those things. You think North doesn’t call me a bastard constantly in his head?”
“It’s one of my favorite nicknames for him,” North told her. “Along with asshole, jerk, and fuckface.”
Whoa.
Jared turned to glare at the other man. “Fuckface? Seriously?”
North just shrugged.
“I’m quite fond of monkey-butt-face, myself,” she said trying to hide a grin.
How had she gone from being nervous and scared to trying not to burst into laughter?
Jared shook his head. “The two of you together are going to send me into an early grave.”
“Don’t say that,” North barked, making both of them turn to stare at him in surprise.
Was he all right?
“It’s just a saying, North,” Jared said in a surprisingly gentle voice.
“I still don’t like it. You cannot die.”
“I’m not going to die.” Jared climbed off the bed and moved to North, standing behind him.
North was staring at her, but he was poised, as though he was ready to strike if Jared made a wrong move.
Jared reached around and undid several buttons of North’s shirt before he pushed the collar to one side. Then he bent down to lay kisses along his neck.
Fuck. That was so hot that she could feel her pussy growing wet.
She pressed her thighs together.
“I’m not going anywhere, boy,” Jared told North as he bit down on his ear.
Ouch. That would have made her jump and cry out in pain. But North’s eyes just fluttered shut and she was certain he liked that.
A lot.
Angie felt her breathing growing faster.
“Of course not,” North said. “I won’t allow it.”
“Just like I will not allow anything to happen to the two of you.” Jared pulled North’s shirt apart. Taking hold of both sides, he tugged, the buttons ripping off.
How was that possible?
And damn it was hot.
Also, North was just as chiseled as Jared was. She wasn’t sure why she found that so surprising. It was obvious that he was strong.
“Isn’t he gorgeous, baby girl?” Jared asked huskily.
“So gorgeous.”
“Hmm. Would you like to see me touch him? Does it make you hot to watch us together?” Jared asked.
“So hot.”
