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)
Angie could be. Hmm, how would she feel about that?
Who cared? She’d do what was necessary to keep Jared happy.
“I will tell you what’s going on soon,” North promised. “Just not yet.”
Jared ran his thumb gently over North’s jaw. That was almost worse than him grabbing him harshly.
It was like he was buttering him up for the next strike. Lulling him into a false sense of security.
“You know I’m going to make you pay for that. I’ll make you pay every day until you tell me.”
North sucked in a quiet, stealthy breath.
Part of him, it seemed, might have been hoping for that.
“If you’ve been cheating on me . . .” Jared said in a low voice.
Shit. Fuck.
He hadn’t thought that part through, had he? He never thought that Jared would believe that of him.
“I haven’t. I wouldn’t. I’m loyal to you. You know that I can’t just . . . that I don’t give myself to just anyone. Only you. There’s only ever been you, Jared.”
“That’s the most that I think I’ve ever heard you say about our relationship, boy.”
Relationship?
Shit.
“I know.”
“You must be worried about my reaction to you disappearing on me, not answering your phone, then returning with the scent of a woman on you,” Jared said.
“I’m not cheating on you. I only want you.”
Fuck.
Lie or truth? At this stage, North really wasn’t sure.
“You better tell me soon what it is that you’ve been up to, because until you do, you don’t get to come. And, boy, I will know if you break that rule. Trust me. And the punishment you’ll get for doing that will make this one seem mild. Understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now that we understand each other, strip and get back onto your knees. I don’t want to smell anyone else’s scent on you. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stood and quickly stripped, his heart racing with excitement. When he got back onto his knees, his cock was already hard, the tip damp with pre-cum.
God.
This was going to suck.
Well, actually he was going to be the one sucking.
“I’m going to use your mouth. And then you’re going to shower and get me hard again so I can use your ass. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Satisfaction filled Jared’s face, and he drew down his pants and boxers, pushing the head of his cock between North’s lips.
Then he drove his dick into North’s mouth firmly and quickly, barely giving him a moment to catch his breath.
But this was partly a show of ownership.
Partly a punishment.
And fuck if he didn’t love every moment. North had never wanted to be owned by anyone until he’d met Jared.
North groaned, grasping hold of the base of his dick and squeezing it firmly to help calm himself down.
“Do not come, boy,” Jared told him, sounding breathless. “It’s been a while since I took my belt to your ass.”
Fuck yes, it had.
He might be going through withdrawals.
“You might like that, though. And this is punishment.”
Crap.
North hadn’t thought he’d be that easy to read.
Jared placed his hands on either side of North’s head, holding him still while he fucked his mouth with long, smooth strokes.
“Fuck, boy. Your mouth is heaven. It’s warm and wet and I’m close to coming.”
North knew what that felt like.
Fuck, did he know what that was like.
Jared let out a grunt as he pushed himself so deep into North’s mouth that he was choking him. But North knew the drill.
This wasn’t his first blow job.
He relaxed his throat and swallowed as best he could. Jared held him in place until his eyes were watering and the need to breathe was growing intense.
Then he drew back and North sucked in a breath, wiping his lips and eyes.
Jared cupped his chin, tilting his head back. There was a wicked grin on his face that made North’s heart leap.
“You’re such a naughty boy,” he told him. “A bad boy with a mouth of fucking fire. Not sure I’m going to be able to get it up any time soon in order to take your ass.”
Yeah.
North didn’t believe that for a moment.
Jared hated being kept in the dark.
He detested not knowing what was going on.
He hadn’t known that Beltran was coming for his home, the place where his people had lived in Colombia.
And it had cost him their lives.
And the only reason that Jared, North, and a handful of others had lived was because they weren’t there.
Otherwise they’d all be dead.
For a long time Jared had wondered if that would’ve been a better alternative.
Being dead might have been preferable to living with this fucking guilt and grief.
There had been women and children in his compound.
After seeing the destruction that bastard and his men had wreaked, the lives he’d taken, Jared had wanted revenge. But Beltran had gone to ground. He’d been impossible to find. And then Fergus had died and Jared had become the head of the family.