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)
It hadn’t taken much to convince them.
Her clit throbbed even as her bladder reminded her that she really had to go.
Soon.
She was busy.
There were blow jobs to watch.
Jared threw his head back, placing his hand over North’s head as he came with a groan.
Oh no!
Urgent. Urgent.
She really, really had to pee.
And she’d nearly left it too freaking late. Getting off the bed, she tried to race for the bathroom. But that was difficult with her thighs pressed together.
“Angie? What’s wrong?” Jared said hoarsely.
“Pee! Got to pee!”
She made it to the toilet, thankfully before she had any embarrassing accidents.
That could have been awful.
After using the toilet, she washed up and brushed her teeth. As she was doing her hair, Jared opened the door and walked into the bathroom.
“Eek!” she cried. “Haven’t you heard of privacy?”
“I have.” How could he sound both haughty and amused at the same time?
“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?”
She shook her head. “I like when you touch me.”
“You enjoyed me touching your nipples last night? I didn’t scare you?”
“N-no,” she said. “I wasn’t scared.”
“Tell me right away if I do scare you. What if I was to touch you further down?”
Then he moved his hand under the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She heaved in a breath and he stilled.
“Green, yellow, or red?” he asked.
“W-what?”
“Red for I want you to stop. Yellow for slow down. Green for go.”
She swallowed heavily. “Green but bleeding into yellow.”
“Got it.” He simply kept his hand where it was. Letting her feel the heaviness of it. The warmth.
“Are you sure I’m not too much?” she asked.
He withdrew his hand. Shit. Why did she say anything?
Then he turned her to face him. “You are never too much. Anyone that has ever made you feel that way is wrong. So you have some issues with sex and trust? Who the fuck can blame you after everything you went through? I’m impressed you’re doing as well as you are. What he did to you . . . even if you did orgasm, it wasn’t sex. It wasn’t pleasure. It wasn’t mutual satisfaction. Or consensual. He forced that orgasm on you. That is wrong. Understand?”
“I know. My therapist talked me all through that.”
“And it is very different from what we want to do with you. And now, I’m going to kiss you.”
He kissed her gently. Softly. Then he deepened it until her legs were trembling and weak and he had to hold her up.
A small whimper escaped her and he smiled down at her.
“You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, expecting him to immediately touch her again. Instead, he drew back.