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)
“They’re monitoring them both,” she said faintly.
“What aren’t you telling us?” Ian asked
A tear dripped down her cheek and Jack made a noise like he was in pain. Ian started down at her intently while Jameson rubbed her arm soothingly.
“She was . . . she was beaten.”
“What the fuck?” Jack whispered.
“Who the hell would beat up a pregnant woman?” Ian barked.
“How far along is she?” Jameson asked, the only one who seemed to be keeping his cool.
“Four months,” she said.
“All right. The baby should be well-protected. Did she say anything about her condition? The baby’s?” Jameson asked.
She shook her head. “She s-said they’re both o-okay. But she w-would say that to p-protect me. I need to g-go home. Not j-just for Indie. But Uncle Willy. But I don’t . . . I don’t . . .”
“You don’t what, Little girl?” Ian asked, cupping her face and wiping away her tears with his thumbs.
“I don’t want t-to leave you guys.”
“Then it’s simple,” Jack said. “We’re coming with you.”
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Maggie gaped at Jack. Then she moved her gaze to Ian. Finally, she glanced hesitantly over to him.
Jameson tried to look calm. He didn’t know if she needed him to come or not.
This isn’t about you. It’s about Maggie. She comes first.
“You guys can’t go with me,” she said quietly.
“Why not?” Ian asked.
“Your jobs. You can’t leave at such short notice.”
Jack snorted. “If there’s one thing the princes understand, it’s putting your woman first. We’d be in more trouble if we didn’t go with you.”
“Really?” she asked.
Jameson watched as hope filled her face. She really didn’t understand her value, did she?
You need to show her.
“We’re coming,” Ian said firmly.
“I . . . I’ll pay for your tickets,” she said. “I’m really sorry, I can only afford economy.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Ian said firmly as Jack grabbed his phone. He was likely texting Caleb.
“Ian, I can’t expect you guys to pay,” Maggie said.
Ian shot her a stern look. “What I expect is for you to relax and concentrate on feeling better. We are going to organize all of this. Understand?”
“Prince Kassim said yes and he insists that we take the private jet,” Jack said.
Caleb worked fast.
Ian nodded. “Good. It’s settled.”
“I . . . I . . . I don’t know what to say. Thank yo.”
“You’re going to have your bottle and then I’ll put you to bed,” Ian said. “We’ll get everything organized.”
Grabbing the bottle, he held it to her lips. Longing filled Jameson and he wished he was the one feeding it to her.
And then later, he’d feed her his cock. Watch it disappear into her mouth as he told her to be a good girl. Have her suck on him when she needed comfort and reassurance.
He had to glance away, he could feel his dick getting hard.
His need for her grew the more time he spent with her. And so did his desire to Top her.
To be her Daddy.
Raising his gaze, he met Jack’s knowing one. The other man raised an eyebrow before glancing down at his crotch with a smirk.
God, he could be a dick.
“I’m going to bed.” Jameson stood.
“I’m sure you are. Having a shower first, are you?” Jack drawled.
Even Ian was smirking at him now.
Jameson scowled at them both. “You two are dicks.”
Maggie opened her eyes, turning her head toward him. The nipple of the bottle slipped from her mouth.
“Uh-uh, Little girl,” Ian said in a low voice. “You need to drink all of this.”
He ran the nipple over her lips and she parted them again.
That’s it. He had to get out of there before he embarrassed himself. Jameson walked to the door.
“Jameson, can you get the time off easily? I know you’re on an extended leave of absence,” Ian asked.
He stilled. What?
Turning, he looked at the three of them. Jack was still smiling but there was a tension in his body. Ian was frowning, and he knew the wrong answer would get him a lecture.
Or worse.
Then he glanced down at Maggie and saw the hope in her eyes.
“You want me to come?” he asked.
“Course we do,” Ian said gruffly.
“You’re coming,” Jack added.
Maggie just continued to stare at him. Then she tapped Ian’s hand and he drew the bottle away.
“If it’s too much to ask, I understand,” she told him quietly. “I know why you wouldn’t want to go back to London. And you have an important job here.”
He strode back strode over and gently grasped her chin, tilting her face up so she had to look into his eyes. “Do you want me to go with you, precious girl?”
“Yes,” she breathed out. “But—”
“Then I’m coming.” After dropping his hold on her, he spun away and headed into the downstairs bathroom. Turning on the shower, he quickly stripped. He climbed into the water before it was even hot and grabbed his cock in his hand.