Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
She didn’t, but she stayed bent over, digging around in the bag she took back and forth to work, so long that it was as if she knew I could see her and was giving me a show. The string in the back went right up her ass and between her pussy lips. I was groaning as I came when she stood back up, then took one of her pretty pink-painted fingernails and ran it down the back to free the fabric from her gorgeous, round ass. That had produced another hard squirt.
No one could ever know I was doing this. Any of it. I was fucking depraved. I knew breaking into her apartment at night was wrong, but I wasn’t about to stop. I needed it. Not to get off to, but so I knew she was safe. That the candle was not lit, that no one broke in, that she wasn’t sick and alone. This was ultimately for her safety. If she was going to walk around the apartment naked, then, yes, I was going to get my dick out and watch my own personal porn.
Right now, she was clothed, so no guilt. I kept my eyes on the screen while I pulled out a Muscle Milk and opened it to take a long pull. I’d just worked my arms in the gym at our house with Bane. He still had me by twenty pounds, but I was going to get there. I needed to spend more time on the punching bag, like he did. Once I downed this drink, I would head back in and start on that.
Winslet stepped out of view after dropping her bag, and I waited, but she didn’t return. I shut it off and put it in my pocket to see Bane was in the kitchen, watching me. I hadn’t heard him come in. He was supposed to be working on his legs.
“What’s got you looking at your phone every five minutes?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
I finished my drink in one long pull, ignoring that question. He had asked a few yesterday, and Halo had shut him down, which I appreciated. She had figured out why I had wanted to go to the festival. Or more, for who. To get her to ask Bane to go, I’d explained it was about a girl. She’d lit up, as if that was the best thing she’d ever heard. When she had seen me watching Winslet, she had told me I had excellent taste.
“Come on, man,” he said. “Something is going on with you. It has been since”—there was a pause, and then his brows drew together—“you got back from Louisiana.”
Having someone who knew you, understood you, was great. Until you wanted him to mind his own fucking business. Then, it was annoying.
I scowled and tossed the bottle into the recycling bin. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the same.”
And he knew that I was full of bullshit.
I started to walk past him to the door.
“I saw her on Saturday. I waited on you to say something, but you didn’t,” he said, stopping me.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
Dammit, Bane. You had your baby and wife to keep you distracted. Why couldn’t you be distracted?
“So?” I replied, opening my eyes and turning back around to look at him.
“You didn’t want her to see you. You stayed hidden. She was with a guy. One she didn’t want to be with, but she was with him. What’s up? Something happen in the house you’re not telling me about?”
Every muscle in my body was tense. One part of me knew this was my best friend and he was worried about me. He’d have my back. There was the other part that didn’t like anyone asking about her. The need to protect her. Keep her away from all this. She deserved more. I wanted her to have it all.
“She’s an off-limits topic,” I told him. “I need to get back to the gym.”
I started out again, but paused when he called out.
“That situation won’t be easy. You’ve done shit to her brother.”
A warning I had not wanted to hear from him or anyone. I continued on, passing Than without a word. I could feel him watching me and knew he was about to walk into the kitchen and ask Bane what was up my ass. Just like I knew Bane wouldn’t say a goddamn word to him.
Ransom was coming in from the back patio doors with a blonde in a string bikini. Both of them had wet hair and towels. I’d seen her around before, but I didn’t know her name.
“You good?” he asked me.
I nodded my head once, but didn’t say anything more.
“Hey, Oz,” she said in a sultry voice.
Once, that would have gotten my dick hard. I’d have probably gone with Ransom to his room, and we would have double-teamed her. Not even the slightest stirring now.