Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
The closer we got to the weight room, the more my stomach fluttered. I’d never seen him hitting the bag, although he had seemed to be doing it a lot lately. I prepared my whacked-out hormones with a steady breath before we entered the room. As if my eyes couldn’t search him out fast enough, they immediately locked on Bane. He was soaked with sweat, and there was a fierce expression on his face that sent all the things inside me stirring in a crazed tizzy.
Look away, Halo. Look away. That will make you have more dreams. Look away.
He paused, putting his gloved hand on the bag to stop it as his eyes went from Than to me, then back to Than instantly. That stung, but it shouldn’t have. I had no other reason but my insane dreams to expect him to acknowledge me. I didn’t think we’d even spoken yesterday. That was a lie. I knew we hadn’t spoken yesterday.
“You’re late. She needs to eat,” Bane told him tightly.
Than glanced back at me. “We ate with the staff. Ransom had Kips cater it. She’s had plenty.”
There was a small tic in Bane’s jaw. “Barbecue isn’t exactly a balanced diet. She has a meal in the kitchen with all the things she needs.”
Than sighed heavily. “She had a salad and grilled chicken. Chill, dude.”
Bane’s nostrils flared, and he pulled the boxing gloves off his hands. “I let you take her there. Don’t bring her back late again,” he said, then stalked out of the room.
Than shook his head. “Controlling bastard,” he muttered.
I’d upset him. But it was Bane. He got angry easily. I had known this already, but my stomach still sank. I didn’t like disappointing him.
I wondered if there was a pregnant medication for these reactions I was having to him. Anything to make it stop.
Walking from the gym back to the great room, I felt refreshed from the three miles I’d walked briskly while listening to the playlist that Than had shown me I could choose from on the speaker system. Glancing out the windows, I paused, seeing Bane’s profile. He was mostly hidden from view from where I stood. A cigar was in his mouth. No one had been here when I went to get on the treadmill. Late afternoons, they never were. I was getting used to being here alone at this time every day.
I wondered if I should go apologize for yesterday, for not eating lunch here, since I hadn’t seen him after he stalked out of the gym. I reached for the handle, then faltered.
He took the cigar from his mouth, and his head fell back as he bared his teeth. The veins in his neck stood out, and his body rocked slightly forward.
What was he doing?
I couldn’t move to go out there, yet I couldn’t walk away either. He said something, and then his muscular shoulders moved as he dropped his gaze, looking down. I took a few more steps, trying to get past the shrubs that were blocking the rest of him. His head was back again, and I heard him shout a curse, but the look on his face wasn’t pained. It was pleasure. Just when I was almost to where I could see what he was doing, he turned his head, and I froze as his eyes held me. From here, I could tell from the way his chest rose and fell that he was breathing heavily as he stared at me.
The blonde who stood up in front of him was the slap in the face to snap me out of my trance. He turned his attention back to the woman, who had been on her knees with his cock in her mouth, no doubt. No wonder he had looked like he was enjoying what was happening.
Tearing my eyes off the two of them, I hurried away, wanting to get to the safety of my room. I had just watched Bane get a blow job. As if our relationship hadn’t been strained enough. Once again, I was blaming my pregnancy on the fact that my panties were damp. Seemed they had been getting that way a lot lately. Always after thinking about the Bane in my dreams. Now, I had the image of his face while he orgasmed to make my imagination even more out of control.
Why was it Bane that I had been dream-fantasizing about? There were four other men in this house.
I took the stairs more aggressively than required, then went into my room and closed the door. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I jerked off my sports bra, then started pushing down my leggings. I would take a nice, long shower, and I’d feel better. Calmer.
But would the ache between my legs go away? I never seemed to get any relief. A tight ball of need would build, and then I’d be stuck with it, making even the clothes on my body a gentle tease, keeping me right there on the edge of unsatisfied.