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)
After swimming, I had gone to take a shower and use my new products that not only smelled heavenly, but my hair was also smoother and my skin felt like silk. That small little enjoyment though had been short-lived.
The closer I’d gotten to the great room and the more female voices I heard, the heavier the rock in my stomach seemed to get. Once I reached the entrance, I scanned the room to see a blonde on Locke’s lap with her legs open and his hand between them and Forge with a redhead straddling his lap on the opposite end of the sofa. Backing up before I was noticed, I’d caught a glimpse of Than outside, leading a naked woman further into the darkness.
I should have been thankful none of them were making out in the kitchen.
Although I tried very hard not to think about where Bane was or who he was with while I ate, it was futile. Because dream Bane had me feeling things I had no business feeling. Like jealousy and envy. Also, I caught myself imagining clawing some unknown woman’s eyes out for touching him.
Frustrated with my unwanted train of thought, I ate what I could with no appetite, then headed back to the stairs. I was not going back to the great room. That would be awkward, and they certainly didn’t want me there. This must be what Than had meant when he said they did this after getting back from being away on a job. They had a fuckfest. I’d remember that in the future. Prepare to eat in my room and not come out.
A door opened in the wide hallway before I reached the one that led up to third floor. Another naked woman appeared. Her hair was platinum blonde and hung down to her waist in thick waves. She was standing at the open door, giving whoever was inside a sultry look.
“Do you want Bronwen or Kenna to join us?” she asked.
I couldn’t hear the response, but she laughed at whatever it was, then turned to close the door before sauntering down the hallway. Her eyes swung to me, and she scowled. I hurried into the small staircase, closing the door behind me, then made my way up. I didn’t know whose room was down there. That could have been Bane’s room. The thought soured my stomach, and I wished I hadn’t eaten.
When I was in my room, I stared at the library books for a long time before finally going over to get one. I couldn’t lie here and think about what Bane was doing. It would drive me crazy. I needed a distraction. I had to face the painful fact that he was probably having sex too.
My pathetic longing to be wanted and special to someone always managed to turn any attention from a man I was attracted to into something it wasn’t. What I felt and what Bane felt were two different things.
Tonight, I hoped dream Bane didn’t come. He was only making it worse.
Thirty-Four
Bane
She curled against me, and the hard, small bump of her stomach brushed against my cock. It jerked in response. Dammit, that should be a reminder of why this was wrong. It shouldn’t turn me on. She shouldn’t turn me on. But here I was. Holding her. Unable to stay the fuck away from her.
She was wearing her pajama shorts again tonight, and I didn’t like it. I wanted her bare ass cheeks available for me to run my hands over.
A low moan came from her when she pressed her stomach against my erection. I’d had strippers willing to fulfill whatever fantasy I had tonight. Yet none of them had gotten me this fucking hard.
I cupped her silk-covered ass and held her tighter against me. This was so fucking messed up. My need for her.
I’d been so enraged that they’d come back early that I spent over an hour in the gym, beating the punching bag. Trying to get control of myself.
“Bane,” she sighed as her hard bump continued rubbing against my dick.
I shifted so that it ran over her clit on its way down. When it pressed in the right spot, her mouth fell open, and she let out one of those sexy little sounds she made.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I said, soothing her. “Right there on your sweet pussy.”
She pressed her tits against my chest, and I’d give anything to strip the fucking camisole off so I could feel them bare. I was tempted to hide her pajamas so she’d have to sleep naked. I’d probably need to hide all her clothing so she wouldn’t put something else on. My pretty girl was modest. She wouldn’t be naked up here, waiting for me. I’d have to make sure she had no choice.
Goddamn, what was I thinking? I was actually considering it. Just to hold her naked. I had to stop this. Stop coming up here.