Chapter 58
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.
Jared seemed to sense what she was thinking because he grabbed the bottom of North’s shirt and whipped it up over his head.
Holy moly.
So fucking gorgeous.
She couldn’t stand it.
“Jesus, Jared, we’re in a public place,” North said.
“The door is locked. If you want your clothes back then you need to come. Or you won’t be sitting for a fucking week, either.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Think again. I’d have twice the fun, spanking you both.”
“I’m punishing her as well,” North said. “You don’t get all the fun.”
“I’m not sure I like my punishment being described as ‘fun’,” she grumbled.
They both just stared at her, very obviously unconcerned.
Rude.
Jared lifted North’s cock so he could play with his balls. To her eyes it looked like he was being really rough. She winced at the sight. North bit down on his lip as though holding back a moan.
“Fuck,” North muttered.
“Say the words and then you get to come,” Jared told him.
“I don’t fucking want to.”
“Say the words, North,” Jared said. “Say them, boy. You belong to me and you’ll damn well do as I tell you.”
“And she belongs to me. And I’m supposed to protect her.”
“She belongs to us. And we protect her,” Jared told him. “So this is on both of us. Not just you.”
“I need to keep her safe. Never had someone so weak and vulnerable to take care of.”
Hey. Rude.
“I’m not weak,” she grumbled.
“You are our vulnerable point,” Jared told her. “North can take care of himself, but you can’t.”
“I’m actually pretty good with a knife now.”
“No, you’re not,” North replied. “Fuck. Fine. It wasn’t my fault that an assassin got so close to her.”
“Good boy, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Jared crooned. “Of course you’ll still be punished for pulling a knife on me.”
North nodded although he didn’t look all that worried by the threat to punish him.
“Just fucking finish jerking me off.”
“My pleasure.” Jared nibbled on his neck as he moved his hand faster. Harder.
Her breathing increased, her heart racing as she took them in. God.
That was so fucking hot.
“Come for me, boy,” Jared told him.
North grunted and then came with another moan.
Darn it. Despite the pain in her side and the drugs she was on, she could feel herself growing wet.
“I think our girl liked that show,” Jared murmured.
“She loved it,” she said breathlessly.
“I bet she’s all wet,” Jared said as North righted his clothes.
Darn it. She’d prefer he stay naked. She pouted. “I am wet.”
“Someone needs to come. Poor baby girl. If she hadn’t run away from her men, we could have made her come. Over and over,” Jared told her before disappearing into the bathroom to clean up.
“But that’s not going to happen now,” North told her.
“That’s so mean,” she cried.
“We can’t risk you hurting yourself,” Jared added as he returned. “Plus, you’re being punished so you don’t get to come.”
That really sucked. But before she could argue, Jared turned to North. “Did you bring her some food? She needs to eat.”
“Oh, yeah. Some sandwiches and fruit salad.” North picked up a bag he’d dropped by the door.
They started setting up the food as though nothing had just happened. She gaped at them as they moved around the room. What the heck?
North had held a knife to Jared’s throat!
Jared made him come in a hospital room!
And now they’d gone all domestic. Acting like that hadn’t just happened.
Jared unlocked the door and stepped out to offer the guards some food while North laid out her food on a tray that he put over her lap.
“Oh, bless you,” she said as she spotted the iced coffee. But Jared walked over and grabbed it before she could.
“Hey!” she cried. “Give that back! I need that.”
“You only think you need it,” Jared countered. “What you really need is good food to help you feel better. So after you’ve eaten, you can have it.”
“I don’t want to eat. And why are you both acting like nothing just happened?”
“What do you mean?” North asked.
“You were . . . you were angry. I’ve never seen you like that. You pulled a knife on Jared!”
“Oh, good reminder.” North stood and looked under the bed, grabbing the knife and sliding it behind his back again.
“That’s not why I mentioned the knife . . . it was . . . that was . . .”
“Did I scare you?” North asked.
He was back to his usual robotic self. Except she didn’t think of him as an unfeeling robot anymore. He felt things, he just either didn’t want to or had pretended for so long that he didn’t even realize he felt them.
“No. I wasn’t scared.” Well, not for herself. Maybe a bit for Jared. “I was more worried about you. Are you all right, now?”
“Yes, of course. Jared knew what I needed. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“Except I do. Because that’s what you do for people you love. You want the best for them.” But she also didn’t want him to feel like he had to change. That he wasn’t good enough the way he was. “Thanks for worrying about me, though. For wanting to keep me safe.”
“I will do a better job. Nothing will happen to you or Jared.”
“I think you were right,” Jared said as he sat with his own sandwich. “You need to stay with her at all times. Be her personal bodyguard.”
Her eyes widened. “Personal bodyguard?”
Maybe she hadn’t let herself think about how serious this was. And she probably should.
Because there was a person going around cutting off heads.
“You really think I need that? Or do you mean just while I’m in the hospital? It’s not like I go anywhere, anyway.”
“Yes, I think you do,” Jared said. “And I want North with you whenever you leave the house, yes. Which won’t be happening until we kill Beltran. But I also want North to know where you are at all times.”
“I will,” North confirmed.
“Good.”
“But . . . but . . . what about you, Jared? Won’t you need protection? It’s you he wants,” she said.
Urgh, she felt sick at the thought of this asshole touching Jared.
“You can’t leave the house either. In fact, you probably shouldn’t be here in the hospital. North, you should take him home and stay with him,” she ordered.
“Hey, easy,” Jared soothed, standing to rub his hand up and down her arm. “I’m fine. I’m safe. I can take care of myself, remember?”
“Yes, it’s you we need to watch over,” North told her. “You’re the vulnerable one. Has the doctor been around? When can we take her home?”
“He was coming back at four,” Jared replied.
“Good,” North said.
“You need to eat, baby girl,” Jared told her.
She shook her head. She couldn’t eat when she felt this ill. Like she was going to vomit. “I can’t eat.”
Jared frowned. “Do you want something else?”
“I should have gotten soup. That would probably be easier for her. I’ll order some,” North said. “Although I don’t like her having food that I haven’t seen being prepared. I made these myself.”
He had?
Wow. That was so sweet.
“It’s not the type of food that’s the problem,” she said. “I just can’t eat. I’m too emotional. I just . . . I’m scared for you guys and I’m sore and tired.”
“You have to eat, baby. Food will help you feel better,” Jared told her, cupping her chin in his hand. “Come on, try some for Daddy.” He picked up the sandwich and held it to her mouth. “If you can’t eat this, then Daddy will have to make you a bottle and feed it to you.”
Oh. Shit.
Why did that appeal so much? The idea of Jared holding her tight? Rocking her in a chair? Feeding her with a bottle?
She licked her lips.