Page 64 of Tore Up

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, butthe 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.

I looked over at the twin bed. Then, without thinking about it, I went over and lay down on my back. I bent my knees and then let my legs fall open. Sucking in a breath, I slid my hand inside the front of my panties until they met the dampness that thoughts of Bane had created.

“Oh,” I breathed.

I’d never done this. I had always shared a bedroom with a sibling. This hadn’t been something I could do.

Moving a finger deeper inside, I realized my mistake. I’d been missing out.

“OH.” Another moan came out, louder, and I shifted further down, then used two fingers to rub the wetness back and forth.

This was helping. I closed my eyes, letting my imagination take over.

Maybe I would make it through this weird stage of pregnancy. When I started waking up, unfulfilled, in the morning, I could do this and make it all feel better before I went downstairs and faced everyone.

I cried out as my orgasm finally came, and I wanted to weep in relief.

Twenty-Seven

Bane

Linc’s hard stare didn’t bother me. I stood there with my arms crossed over my chest, glaring right back at him. He was asking for something I could not do.

“I can stay with her. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor in her room,” Than offered.

“No!” I snapped, not looking away from Linc.

The thought of Than upstairs in Halo’s room while she slept was making my vision blur. No way in hell was that happening.

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