“Then can I have some? You shouldn’t just walk in on someone in the bathroom.”
“No.”
“No?” she asked.
“No, you can’t have any. Not when you have a history of running from things.”
“I can hardly run when I’m in the bathroom! There’s nowhere to go,” she told him.
“You might have been hiding. You’ve been in here too long.”
“I had to pee and then I brushed my teeth and did my hair. You can’t walk in on someone in the bathroom.”
“When that someone is you, yes, I can.”
Good Lord.
“What if I was pooping?” There. That would make him back off.
He shrugged. “What if you were?”
“Jared!” She stomped her foot on the floor. Then she stared down at it in shock.
“Did you just stomp your foot?” he asked, sounding more amused than horrified.
She was horrified enough for the both of them. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Hmm. Seems your Little might need to come out and play,” Jared murmured.
Was that what she needed?
“What did you think of what just happened?” Jared said, grasping hold of the hairbrush. “Did you find it hot?”
“Of course I did,” she said as he started brushing her hair. “I told you how much I like watching the two of you together.”
The only person who had ever brushed her hair was Keira.
And having her sister brush her hair definitely hadn’t affected her like this. She could feel her body warming at the care he took. The way he gently brushed out any knots, how he moved with sure strokes. Confident and careful.
Was there anything this man couldn’t do?
“So you got turned on?” he murmured. “Did your panties get wet?”
“I didn’t pee myself!” she cried.
It had been close, though. So maybe she shouldn’t be so indignant.
“I didn’t mean that. I meant did your pretty pussy get aroused watching us? Did it get all wet? Did it soak your panties? Were you tempted to make yourself come?”
“Well, yeah, even though I can’t come,” she said breathlessly.
“We’re going to help you get past that, baby.”
“Where . . . where’s North?” she asked.
“He’s making breakfast.” He set the brush down and drew up the front of her pajama top, resting his hand on her stomach.
“Is this all right? Are you scared of me touching you like this?”
