Chapter 116 - Playing Hero
Sunday, April 23 (3:40 PM)
In a matter of minutes, Zack had me completely freed from his knots and was busy organising the once neatly-bundled up coils of rope together. I sat up on the bed and watched as Nick took his leather gloves and puffy jacket off, exposing those super thick arm muscles I'd grown so fond of.
I looked up in awe and excitement as the sexy blond hunk walked over to where I was sitting, and couldn't help but lower my eyes in submission as he approached.
I felt my lover's warm hand on top of my head, then felt his fingers lift my chin up, forcing me to look up at him once more. His serious expression and mesmerizing blue eyes made me wanna fall off the bed and sink to my knees. Had Zack not been in the room with us, I probably would've done just that.
Nick starting speaking to me, but for some reason, I could hardly bring myself to focus on the words coming out of his mouth. Strange thoughts began filtering though my fertile imagination, and a rather
vivid scene involving Nick AND Zack bedding me at the same time started painting itself in my mind.
A light smack on the cheek brought my priorities back into focus, and I was quickly forced into giving my dominant Alpha the attention he deserved.
"Hey! You listening?" he asked, sounding a little annoyed at my lack of focus.
"Yes, Sir." I lied, quickly nodding my head up and down and offering up the best puppy eyes I could muster.
Nick didn't seem to believe me, but carried on with his instructions nonetheless.
"I want you to go in the kitchen and I want you to put away the groceries I brought back."
I cast my gaze down and nodded my head before getting up, but the stud apparently had more instructions to give me.
"Look at me." He ordered, taking hold of my upper right arm and lifting my chin up once again. "You'll find two bags of clothes on the kitchen counter. I want you to bring the bags downstairs and put the clothes in the wash.
I don't want you asking questions, and I don't want Jeremy seeing the clothes. Do I make myself clear?" he asked, frowning down at me while keeping my chin raised up so that my eyes were forced to meet his.
I was puzzled by what he meant about not asking questions and was even more puzzled at the fact that he didn't want Jeremy to see the clothes he'd brought back, but I nodded my and promised to do what I was told.
"Yes, Sir" I answered, lowering my eyes in submission.
I suddenly realized how weird it felt having Zack there while Nick ordered me around.
It's not that I felt embarrassed, it's just that I wasn't used to having someone else present while Nick and I assumed our respective roles.
It felt even stranger addressing Nick as "Sir" with his Alpha-buddy sitting right next to us, but I guess it just came out instinctively.
Satisfied with my response, Nick released me and allowed me to resume my way towards the bedroom door.
Just as I was about to exit through the doorway, I turned around and gave Zack a quick glance, only to see him staring straight at me with an amused expression on his face.
He was quite obviously fascinated by the relationship Nick and I maintained, and I was fairly certain he found the whole power exchange to be quite...stimulating.
My skin tingled and my cheeks turned pink as I became aware of Zack's gaze on me.
In a flash, my eyes went back to the floor and I quickly walked out of the bedroom and into the open hall area.
As soon as I made into the hall, I heard the bedroom door being closed behind me.
It was pretty obvious that the jocks had untied me and given me some stuff to do so that they could talk in private. If I was right, they were gonna talk about Jeremy.
Why else would Zack be sticking around now that Nick was back?
When I arrived in the kitchen, I immediately saw the bags Nick had left on the counter for me to find.
Three bags containing food and two other bags, no doubt containing the clothes Nick had spoken to me about.
I tip-toed into the dining room to see what Jeremy was doing and was satisfied to see his gaze fixed on the living room TV screen. The kid seemed virtually oblivious to of all the plotting going on around him.
Creeping back to the kitchen, I let my curiosity get the better part of me and immediately went for the bags of clothes.
I didn't really catch on, at first.
These were regular clothing items, all of them about my size or just a little smaller.
It's only when I fished out a familiar looking t-shirt did I come to realise who's clothes these were.
They were Jeremy's!
The two bags Nick had come home with were filled with Jeremy's clothes and personal belongings!
My eyes went wide in disbelief.
How the hell had Nick gotten a hold of this stuff? How did....oh god. He must've met up with Brad or broken into his home or something. How else would he have all of Jeremy's stuff in his possession?!
What other explanation could there be?
Brad lived across town, but it was only a twenty minute drive to his place. Nick would've had ample time to go over there, come back and stop to get a few groceries.
Damn him! DAMN his stupid plan!
THAT'S why he didn't want me knowing where he was going!
And Zack...Zack knew and he still let Nick go there?! ALONE?!
Nick was bigger and stronger than Brad, but if the crafty jock had pulled a gun or a knife, Nick could've been at the hospital right now...or worse, he could've been killed.
I just stood there, trying to find some sort of explanation as to HOW Nick had managed to get all of Jeremy's stuff.
I also suddenly realized I'd never seen that heavy looking sports bag he'd brought into the bedroom early.
It wasn't his gym bag, it wasn't in the pick up truck and I hadn't seen him leave the house with it.
What exactly was in that bag?
I knew my mind had a tendency of running loose, but taking into consideration what
could've happened, I don't think I was overreacting at all.
I honestly don't know what I'd do without Nick.
And the thought of him putting his life in danger like that...it scared the crap out of me!
I stepped away from Jeremy's bags and absent-mindedly started putting the groceries away in the fridge and cupboard.
I felt really scared, angry by that point. Angry at the fact that I'd been kept in the dark about this and scared at the thought of something bad happening to Nick. Obviously he decided not to share his plan with me, 'cause he knew I'd flip out and try to talk some sense into him.
Even as I took the two bags downstairs and put Jeremy's clothes in the washing machine, I felt a little weak and sick to my stomach.
I hated Nick SO much right now. I was furious with him!
How could he do this to me? How could he take such stupid risks!?
I counted on him. I...loved him.
I felt torn. Torn between my feelings for the man and the anger I felt at his careless actions.
Torn at the fact that I hated his guts, but at the same time admired his intentions and the selflessness he'd demonstrated.
After turning the washing machine on, I started heading up to the main floor, but had to stop midway so that I could sit down and take deep breaths. My hands were trembling and my head was hurting. I wanted to be sick.
I put my head against the railing and closed my eyes, trying to stop my watery orbs from shedding any tears.
I must've stayed there for a good five minutes before finally finding the strength to get up and resume my way up the stairs.
I wanted to barge into my lover's room and yell at him. I wanted to go up to him ask him what the HELL he was thinking, going to Brad's place like that...alone and without any backup.
How could he do such a stupid, dangerous thing?!
I thought about going into the spare bedroom and locking myself up in there for a while, but I couldn't bring myself to do that.
I knew Nick wanted to be alone with Zack and he'd
specifically warned me against asking questions...but I couldn't help myself. I needed to see him. I needed to see him NOW.
He owed me an explanation and I would get it.
Ignoring the fact that he'd probably be angry with me, I pushed the bedroom open and stepped in, not caring to knock or apologize for the intrusion.
Both jocks appeared deep in discussion upon my entering, and I knew from the frown Nick gave me that he didn't appreciate my barging in.
I didn't care.
I loved him, and seeing him in front of me now only made me feel angrier. He could've been killed!
And I could've been forced to live my worst nightmare; that of losing the man I loved, to some...accident.
In my heart, I knew I wouldn't be able to go on living if something happened to him.
I would never be able to recover from his loss.
The thought of him going to Brad's house and risking his life to retrieve Jeremy's stupid belongings, while I was oblivious to his whereabouts and having fun being tied up and tickled on his bed....it made me sick!
To think that my boyfriend could've been killed while I was at home having fun.
What was I thinking, letting him go off on some secret mission like that?!
Nick glared at me for a short moment, but I knew from his expression that he wasn't overly surprised with my reaction.
His expression remained stern, even as he tore his gaze away from my tear-filled eyes and asked Zack to give him a minute alone with me.
My eyes remained fixed on Nick.
I was unable to move, unable to speak.
Zack nodded and quietly left the room, but not before putting a hand on my shoulder and offering me a sympathetic smile. "It's okay." he whispered, almost as if he understood the pain I was going through in that moment.
The brown-haired muscle man swiftly exited the bedroom and closed the door behind him, leaving Nick and I alone for some much needed one-on-one time.
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