North couldn’t betray him. Or Jared might just fall apart.
But even if North hadn’t admitted that there was something he was keeping from Jared, he’d known it in the way he was disappearing.
Sometimes he did that. But he usually told Jared where he was going and when he’d be back.
Not this time.
He’d been gone and Jared had had no idea when he’d be back or where he was.
Fuck.
He’d been worried about the secretive bastard. Even though North could take care of himself.
Jared was a possessive asshole. He knew he could be smothering. He tried not to do it to North, knowing that he didn’t like him taking charge around outside of play.
Jared had planned to just talk to him, but then he’d caught the scent of something sweet.
Like strawberries and cream.
And it had gone straight to his dick. Something he really hadn’t liked.
North smelled like he’d been holding something delicious.
Without permission.
And why did that smell turn Jared on so much?
Those were questions he’d had rolling around in his brain as he’d wrapped his hand around North’s neck, squeezing tight.
He knew that North liked that sort of rough play. But he’d also been completely intoxicated by that scent.
North wouldn’t cheat on him. North couldn’t tolerate most people.
Just Jared.
He was the only one that North allowed close.
Except this woman must have been close in order to get her scent on him.
So who was she?
Yeah. Those questions were going to burn a hole in his gut.
“I will tell you soon. And when I do . . . well, you might hate me. But you’ll also like what I have for you.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, North. What have you done?”
North shrugged. “What had to be done.”
“Why won’t you tell me now?”
“I’m not quite ready.”
Yeah. Jared didn’t like that either. But he decided to keep quiet.
For the moment.
With North, you couldn’t force him to do anything. And if you tried, it could backfire on you.
