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He had learned patience while in the service. Had learned to sit and wait for what he wanted, what he needed. And though waiting on Kimberly went against every possessive instinct he had, he would do it. But that didn’t mean he would watch her suffer.
The sexual tension and anger raging inside her was her own worse enemy. Even with her visits to The Club, she hadn’t yet learned how to control that intensity and anger, or how to relieve it.
A smile crossed his lips as he pulled his cell phone from his belt and hit the speed dial for The Club.
“Let me talk to Ian,” he said quietly when Thom came on the line.
Ian Sinclair was the owner of The Club. The inheritance had merely stroked the fires of the other man’s sexuality. He was the perfect third for what Jared had in mind.
“Jared, you’re slacking. ” Ian’s voice was rough, a deep lazy rumble that did nothing to disguise the powerful enemy he could become.
Jared snorted. “Not hardly. But we’ll talk about that later. I need a favor. ”
“A favor?” Amusement crept into Ian’s voice. “This sounds interesting. ”
“You have no idea,” he sighed. “I need a third. ”
Silence filled the line then. It was a well-established rule that Ian did not participate as a third. A first perhaps, the dominance the other man possessed rarely allowed him to take a backseat in anything.
“Why?” he finally asked.
Jared explained the situation briefly, keeping his voice level, his driving need banked. But damn if Ian wouldn’t be perfect to join him on this adventure into Kimberly’s sexuality. He was restrained, perfectly in control, and despite appearances, a compassionate man.
Once again the other man was quiet. Silence stretched between them for long minutes.
“Son of a bitch,” he finally muttered. “Remind me to back whoever’s running against the Senator in the next election. ”
“Let’s keep politics out of it,” Jared sighed. “Mother’s backing him so I don’t even want to think about losing here. ”
Ian snarled. There was no other way to describe the curse that sizzled across the lines.
“Anal or oral sex is a very poor second to the real thing, Jared,” he sighed.
Jared knew that well. He was walking around with a hard-on that would eventually kill him. No matter how many times he took her ass or her sweet mouth, he knew he would never know real satisfaction until he managed to fuck her hot little pussy.
“It’s her only option right now, Ian,” he growled.
“So let me get this straight,” he sighed. “No vaginal, period. You know, don’t you, that we’re both going to have a case of blue balls from leaving that pretty little cunt untouched. ”
Jared grinned. “Yeah, that pretty much describes it. Come on, Ian, you can get your rocks off anytime. This is Kimber we’re talking about. She needs this. ”
She was a member of The Club, and a woman, and that gave her a certain standing with Ian. It meant he had personally selected, invited and approved her. He likely knew more about the situation than even Jared did.
“Why did I know this call was coming?” he finally asked Jared with a thick vein of amusement. “How will you get rid of the bodyguards? The bedroom is the wrong place for this, Jared. If you’re going for intensity, you’re going to have to add that extra level of danger for her while keeping her in the security of your home. Otherwise, I would suggest bringing her here to The Club. ”
“No. We’ll use the living room here. ” Jared shook his head at the alternative. “I have a few of the men from my old team here. We’ll arrange the particulars, you just be here. ”
“Blindfold her, it will roughen the edges of her security. ” Ian’s voice deepened further, indicative of his interest and arousal. “I’ll be there at ten. ”
Jared’s cock jerked in the confinement of his jeans. Ian had forgotten more about stroking a woman’s arousal and submissive instincts than most men would ever consider.
“I’ll have everything ready. ” He smiled slowly, envisioning the evening ahead. “See you at ten. ”
He disconnected before turning his head to stare back at the house. There was Adams skulking around the house again. Matthews and Danford were watching him with a frown from their positions. That left the fourth man in the house, most likely watching Kimberly.
Bastards. Lowell and Adams were riding his last nerve and if they weren’t careful they would find themselves finishing out this assignment locked in the basement. He paused at the thought. That wasn’t a bad idea, actually. Matthews and Danford he could trust. The other two were the problem.
Yes, the basement was beginning to look better every minute.
