Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Leaning one hand against the shower wall, he pumped his dick.
Fuck. Closing his eyes, he squeezed himself firmly. As much as he tried to get her out of his head, he couldn’t. She was firmly in there, filling his mind. It was her touching him, her lips around him, her soft murmurs of need filling the air.
He’d order her to stay still while he fucked her mouth. She’d stare up at him with hunger and love in her eyes.
Obedient.
Wanting to please him.
He came with a groan. Fuck. He didn’t think he’d come that quick since he was a teenager.
After washing up, he wrapped a towel around him, realizing that he had nothing to get changed into. He walked back to the living room, peeking into the kitchen to see that none of them were there. They must have been upstairs in bed.
He should have known better.
Lying on the sofa, where he’d been sleeping since she was taken, was Jack.
“Get off,” Jameson grumbled. “You’re getting my blankets all messed up. I don’t want them to smell like you.”
Jack had no boundaries.
And Jameson liked boundaries.
You wouldn’t mind her in your bed. Her scent clinging to your sheets.
“Enjoy yourself?” Jack drawled with a knowing smirk.
“You’re an asshole.” Jameson quickly drew on some boxers and then pajamas. He abhorred living out of a suitcase. He liked everything in its place, including his clothes.
But you haven’t complained, because it’s meant you get to be closer to her.
“Seems like you took care of your little problem.”
“It wasn’t little,” Jameson countered. Then he groaned. Jack was goading him.
“This sofa is fucking uncomfortable,” Jack muttered. “I don’t know how you can stand it with your princess sensibilities.”
“What do you want, Jack?” Jameson demanded.
Jack’s face hardened. “You’re coming with us.”
Jameson raised an eyebrow. Of course he was. But he didn’t like being told what to do. “I said I would. But if I hadn’t, what then? You’ll force me?”
“Yep. It’s what Maggie wants.”
“She wants you to force me?” Jameson asked, bewildered.
“No. You know she’d never force you. In fact, she likely feels guilty that you’re leaving your very important job to come. But her needs come first.”
Jameson sighed and sat on the armchair. “Agreed.”
Satisfaction filled Jack’s face. Then he smiled. “Good. Then you’ll use this time wisely. You’ll woo her.”
“Woo her? Who the fuck says woo anymore?” Jameson demanded.
“Don’t try to deflect.”
Fuck. That’s what he was doing. Latching on to something that wasn’t important. Because Jack’s words were so fucking important that they scared him.
He wasn’t meant to be afraid of anything anymore. That’s why his life was so sterile. Void of anything or anyone that could hurt him.
Well, not anymore.
“You were jealous watching Ian feed her that bottle,” Jack pointed out.
“I’m not a Daddy Dom anymore.”
Aren’t you?
“Mate, you need to get off that train because it is boring me.”
Jameson narrowed his gaze at him. “I’m sorry that my needs and feelings bore you.”
“Everyone’s needs and feelings are of no interest to me unless it affects my girl. So that’s why I’m here . . . pretending to care. Also, you’re one of my best friends, so Ian said I should care about you too.”
“How does no one see what a psychopath you are?”
Jack grinned. “I should have been an actor.”
He really should have been.
“We both know if you were truthful to yourself, that you want what we’ve got with Maggie. You want to Top her. To Daddy her. To fuck her. So stop being in denial.”
Fuck. It wasn’t like he could argue. He’d basically told them that himself. Still, if he didn’t like Jack bringing up these truths.
“I told her I wanted to spend time getting to know her and see where things could go. I just don’t want to hurt her.”
Jack’s face darkened. “I would never let you. But I know you’re not going to because you can’t stand seeing her upset either. Besides, I know she wants you too because she’s not living in denial city.”
“She told you?”
“Yep. And now I’m going up to sleep with my girl because this sofa sucks. And up there, I get to sleep with my hand on her pussy and my dick nestled against her ass.”
“Too much information.”
“Just giving you goals. She even lets me sleep with my fingers inside her.”
For fuck’s sake.
Now he needed another shower.
58
Maggie tightened her hold on Ian’s hand as he led them out onto the tarmac.
She’d expected to feel overwhelmed and anxious. While flying didn’t normally didn’t bother her, she had to do a lot of traveling with Uncle Willy, she was feeling pretty delicate at the moment.
Although she felt better every day, every so often something about the kidnapping would come back to her.
Shattering any illusion that she was all right.
Last night she’d had a nightmare and woken up screaming. Ian and Jack had managed to calm her down, but she’d slept fitfully after that.