Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
36
Angie woke up feeling warm.
She never woke up feeling safe or rested. The nightmares usually prevented that from happening.
But had she had any nightmares last night? If she had she couldn’t remember.
Why was she so warm? Usually her poor circulation meant that she woke up with freezing feet and hands. But she was almost too toasty.
And then she realized that her pillow was moving. And it was hard. Really hard.
With a gasp, she sat up and stared around the room.
It was her bedroom at Jared’s mansion.
But with an extra addition.
“What are you doing in my bed?” she squealed as she scooted away from Jared. “And why are you naked?”
“I still have boxers on.”
“Nearly naked, then!”
“Well, last night you wouldn’t let me leave to grab some pajamas. You insisted I stay with you. Just as I am.”
Had she insisted on that?
Oh Lord. She had a vague recollection of doing just that. In fact, she might have sealed herself around him like a monkey and clung on tight, refusing to let go until he’d gotten into bed with her.
Naked.
Shit. Shit.
“You could have snuck out once I was asleep!” she told him.
“I could have. But I didn’t want to.”
There was something about last night . . . how had they ended up here together . . .
Images flashed back at her. North and Jared, their bodies pressed together.
North coming. An unguarded look on his face. One she’d never seen before.
Then she’d licked North’s come off Jared’s fingers. And they’d disappeared into the bathroom and hadn’t returned.
Doubts had started to fill her . . . she’d been certain they’d decided they didn’t want her.
And why would they when they had each other? She was a third wheel.
Unwanted.
Her heart raced as she continued to think about last night. She’d run off, into this bedroom . . . to hide.
In Little headspace.
She groaned. Her Little had begged him to stay?
She wasn’t surprised. Just mortified. “I’m so sorry.”
He sat up, the blanket pooling on his lap. It wouldn’t take much to pull the blanket off and take a peek at what was underneath.
Boy, did she want to take a peek at what was underneath. Even with his boxers on, he was still delicious.
Did he have a hard-on like he had last night?
Had he taken care of that?
She winced. “Where’s North? Did the two of you, um, did you manage to, um, did he sleep in here too?”
“Why are you apologizing?” Jared asked.
“Because I practically forced you to sleep with me!” she cried.
How was he not getting it?
Jared scoffed, leaning back against the headboard and crossing his arms over his wide, muscular chest.
God.
Why did he have to be so fucking sexy?
And she probably looked like a wreck. Her hair was no doubt a mess, she was wearing cute pajamas that definitely were not sexy, and she hadn’t brushed her teeth or washed her face.
Oh, and she desperately had to pee.
Not that he would know that last part.
“Do you really think that you could force me to do something I didn’t want to do?” he said arrogantly.
Oh, the Lord of the Manor was in her bed.
That really turned her on.
“I wanted to sleep with you. However, North doesn’t sleep with others. He needs his own space. Oh, and no, I haven’t taken care of the hard-on I had last night. It didn’t really go down all night either, with your sexy body pressed up against me.” He drew the blankets back and then reached under his boxers to play with what she was certain had to be a very impressive dick.
Then he drew his boxers down and, yep. Holy moly.
She’d never thought of cocks as attractive. But with North and Jared . . . yep, they were hot. Sexy.
Mouth-watering.
He ran his hand up and down the shaft. “Like what you see?”
She nodded. Then she shook her head.
“No?”
“It’s so big.”
He chuckled. “I’ve had no complaints.”
That was like having a bucket of water thrown over her. She drew away, sliding right off the bed and landing on her ass.
Ouch.
Tears of pain and humiliation filled her eyes as she curled her legs up to her chest and rested her face on her knees.
“Baby? Fuck, are you all right?” Jared lifted her up and settled her on his lap. “Look at me.”
Angie shook her head. If she didn’t look at him perhaps she could pretend that that hadn’t just happened.
“Angie. Look at me. Now.”
Drat.
That stern voice washed through her and she raised her head. He was staring down at her in concern.
“Hey, did you hurt yourself?” He brushed away her tears. “Where does it hurt? Your bottom?”
She nodded. “But not as much as my pride.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I was pushing you too much.” Regret filled his face.
“I should leave, Jared.”
His face tightened. “That’s not happening. I know I said you could and if I really thought you wanted that I would allow it. However, I think you’re just scared. That you really want this. Want us.”