Jared returned to standing right behind North.
“Shall we show our girl exactly how much you enjoyed that?” Jared murmured. “This doesn’t happen often, but sometimes North gets very upset. And he needs to be reminded of who owns him.”
Would North get upset by that? Did he mind Jared claiming that he owned him?
She personally wouldn’t mind . . . in fact, she liked it. But North might feel differently.
“Who owns you, North?” Jared asked as he undid the other man’s belt and pants, pulling them down. He wore a pair of tight boxers underneath.
And his dick was pressed tight against them.
Jared moved his hand underneath the elastic of the boxers.
“You’ve yet to say it,” he said to North.
North stared up at the ceiling.
So Jared simply drew his boxers down.
Lord, North’s dick was gorgeous. Her heart raced as she studied him hungrily.
“Now, you’re going to have to be quiet. Or I’ll find something to gag you. But I have faith you can do it.” Jared tugged at North’s cock as he spoke, making the other man shudder. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Although your balls are soon going to start burning unless you say it.”
What was it that Jared wanted North to tell him?
Her dazed brain couldn’t catch up, because this was so hot.
Oh wait. That was it. He wanted him to say that what happened wasn’t his fault.
Sheesh, she really thought they were overreacting. The Fox wasn’t a threat.
But then you wouldn’t get this show, would you?
So perhaps she’d just stay quiet. Could she raise the back of her bed a bit more? She grasped hold of the controller and slowly raised it up.
“Careful, baby,” Jared warned her. “You hurt yourself and I won’t be happy. And you’re already in big trouble for eavesdropping and attempting to run. That’s going to land you with a hot bottom for at least a week.”
What?
He wasn’t serious!
But he didn’t look like he was joking.
Well. Hell.
“That doesn’t seem fair,” she muttered.
“What isn’t fair is the years that you took off my life,” Jared told her. “When I saw you lying on the ground . . . so still . . . with Patrick standing over you. I thought you were dead. I’m not getting back those years. So you are not getting the ability to sit for a week. That sounds more than fair to me. Don’t you agree, North?”
“Yes,” North groaned. “Let me come.”
“You know what to do if you want to come,” Jared told him. He bit down on North’s neck making him shudder.
Jesus.
These guys were going to be the death of her.
Jared’s hand moved with firm, sure strokes, while North’s breathing grew faster. His shirt kept getting in the way of her view, though. Which was irritating.
