Chapter 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.”
“Do you really think this can work?” she whispered, feeling hope fill her. “Us?”
“I know it will work. I will make certain of it. All I need is for the two of you to try. To stop running. To do as I tell you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure that would make your life much easier . . . if we just did what you told us to do.”
“Yes, exactly.”
Angie shook her head. “I’m not easy.”
“Yes, you’ve told me that.” Jared stood with her in his arms and set her back on the bed before sitting, facing her. His dick was still pressed against his boxers.
What would he feel like in her mouth? Taste like?
“And we also told you that neither are we. Nothing worth having was ever easy, Angie. I’m not asking for easy. I’m just asking that you try.”
“And if I said I didn’t want this?” she asked. “You’d let me go?”
“No. I’d call you a liar, spank your bottom, and lock you in this room until you changed your mind.”
She had to grin.
Only he wasn’t smiling.
“Jared! You wouldn’t!”
“I think you’ll find that I would. Like I’ve said before. I want you and I always get what I want. And North wants you too.”
She’d sworn that she’d never go near a Bartolli again.
But this was Jared.
She hadn’t stopped thinking about him, wanting him. He could be so cold and arrogant.
And then warm and protective.
And now it was North too. Her robot man. Her kidnapper.
The man she couldn’t stop thinking about.
However, where was he? Had he changed his mind?
“Where is North?”
“I’m here.”
She gasped, glancing over at the doorway. “Haven’t you heard of knocking?”
North just raised an eyebrow. “That’s not how I thought you’d greet the man bringing you coffee.”
“Coffee! Gimme!” She held out her hands.
“You drink too much coffee,” Jared stated as she took the mug and sipped it, sighing in happiness.
“I do not. Take that back. It’s blasphemy.”
“I don’t think that’s what blasphemy is, baby girl,” Jared told her as he took the other mug that North held out to him. But instead of taking a sip, he set it aside and then stood, wrapping his hand around the back of North’s head and drawing him in for a hot, sexy kiss.
She swallowed another mouthful in an attempt to stop herself from throwing herself at them.
It was hard.
Very, very hard.
Much like something else. Her gaze dropped to Jared’s cock. North was fully dressed so it was harder to tell if he was turned on.
But how could he not be?
Then Jared slid behind North, turning the other man to face her.
“Our girl has agreed to stay with us,” Jared said.
North nodded. “Good.”
“Did you get up early?” she asked, feeling shy.
“I don’t sleep well with others,” North told her. “I prefer my own space. So I left you guys to it last night.”
“I didn’t scare you off?”
He stared down at her arrogantly. “I don’t scare off that easily. Unlike you. You ran off on us again last night.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do that again. I was . . . I’ve always been scared of being rejected. It seems my whole life no one has wanted me so it’s my default setting.”
Jared moved to her, crouching down to cup her face between his hands. “Then we need to change that default setting, don’t we?”
She nodded.
“You’re staying here with us. Because we want you. Both of us.” He turned back to look at North who was staring down at her.
Was he going to say anything? Her stomach tightened into a knot.
North nodded. “Yes.”
“Good,” Jared said. “And we all need to remember that communication is important in a relationship. Especially one like this. So you will both talk, understand? If something feels wrong or uncomfortable or there’s something you need to get off your chest, talk. I will not accept anything else.”
“Yes, Your Lordship.” She saluted him.
He raised his eyebrow and looked at her arrogantly. Then he turned to North.
“There are some things we can’t talk about,” North said.
Jared nodded. “Of course. But anything we can talk about that might affect our relationship should be discussed.”
Shoot.
That probably meant she should tell them about her orgasm issue. Because that could affect their relationship.
She was hoping that it would all be solved by having someone else touch her.
But she didn’t even know how that would go. Jared had touched her breasts last night and that had been hot.
However, she’d also run from them. Twice.
So, yeah . . . she wasn’t in the most stable frame of mind. Should she tell them about the scars, too?
Urgh.
This was going to suck.
How should she tell them? Could she say it without saying it?
“I can’t orgasm.”
Yeah, or blunt and to the point would work.