Shit. Why was her voice so high and squeaky? That was embarrassing.
“I thought you’d say that.” Jared leaned around and reached for North’s belt. “I’m going to play with North and you’re going to watch. And then, when you’re ready, I’m going to play with you too.”
What the fuck?
North had to hold in a moan of pleasure as Jared slid his hand down under his pants to palm his cock.
What was the other man playing at?
North had planned on just watching the two of them.
“She was looking terrified,” Jared whispered. “I want to show her that there is nothing to fear from either of us.”
Right.
It was probably a good plan.
He’d wanted to watch her light up with pleasure. But he supposed he could sacrifice himself for a while.
“As you know, North has been denied an orgasm for the last six days for keeping things from me.”
“What about you?” she asked Jared. “Have you been, um, you know . . .”
“Say the word and I’ll tell you,” Jared said silkily.
Her face had gone bright red. It was . . . refreshing. North hadn’t thought that anyone attached to their world could still be so innocent.
Could still blush.
He wanted to make her do it more.
“Say it,” he urged. “Ask Jared if he’s come, if he’s gotten off, if he’s had me suck him off or take him deep into my ass.”
Jared groaned quietly as her mouth dropped open.
“Red,” she cried.
North kept the shock from his face through sheer force of will.
“Red?” Jared asked, straightening. “You don’t want to see me touch North?”
Was that suddenly a problem for her? Why? She’d looked so turned on just before. What was going on?
“What? No!” she cried. “I want to see that. I want to see it right now. It’s the other stuff . . . that’s the reason I said my safeword.”
“Because you didn’t want to say the word ‘orgasm’?” Jared asked incredulously.
Wait. That was it?
“Am I . . . should I not have . . . you said if I was uncomfortable and didn’t want to do something I should say it.”
“I did say that,” Jared agreed. “I suppose I just didn’t expect you to use it for that.”
“This isn’t going to work, is it?” she said, moving down the bed. Her face had gone an even brighter red. “I’m not who the two of you need or deserve. I’m broken, I’m ruined and . . . and dirty and I can’t even pretend to be sexy or sophisticated since most of my sexual experience is from a scary, abusive man who raped me!”
By this time, she was off the bed and halfway to the door. North moved. He didn’t know what to do, only that he had to do something before she left.
Because he was certain that she wouldn’t return. This was it.
