The Pain Of The Pleasure

NINE - TOBIAS

NICK: Eating fries. She won't stop talking about her mom and dad getting back together.

I stared at the text on my cell, texts from my brother in the next room, and clenched my jaw.

Nick: But you should've seen her in the car, man. Eyes closed, head back, rubbing her goddamn pussy. I wanted to fucking come all over her goddamn milkshake. I wanted to climb into that car and—

"Sonofabitch," I growled, then lifted my gaze and cast the cell onto the bed. The faint sound of their muffled voices drifted through the wall. I clenched my fists as my cell went beep.

I wasn't going to read them...wasn't going to look. But I couldn't stop thinking about her, the way that pink fucking mark on her cheek blushed when I'd cornered her in the kitchen. The way her breath had hitched when I'd told her what I'd do to her.

Christ, I wanted to do that to her. Her mom and the lawyers had been in dad's office all fucking day. They were there when I came back from the gym, and they'd stayed there ever since.

Beep. Don't look... Don't fucking look. Beep. "Fuck." I reached over and grabbed it from the bed.

Nick: She just got a message from her mom. Apparently there's a special dinner tonight. She's talking about wearing a fucking dress, for Christ's sake.

A special dinner? Something savage moved through me. My mind raced, searching all the possible threads it could be. Maybe they were moving out? Maybe Nick had been right and this was just a friend helping out a friend...and our life would go back to normal.

Me hating dad. Nick and Caleb running interference. That was the only reason they stayed, because they didn't trust I wouldn't kill him after what he'd done...they were smart to stay.

There was a lot of unspoken truths between us. The kind of shit that sticks...the kind of shit I wanted to ram down his fucking throat. I'm just the fucking messenger. Lazarus Rossi's last words to me still fucking haunted me. The words he'd uttered before I threw him to the ground and beat the shit out of him. He'd had no fucking goons then, no, it had been just him and me. Because he'd trusted me.

I winced at the words. He'd been my fucking friend...the guy I'd thought of as blood. Now we were fucking enemies...and it was all dad's fault.

Beep. I jerked my gaze to the cell.

Nick: She's fucking excited, man. You should see her, she fucking hugged me, pressing those little tits against my chest.

My cock grew hard as I took in a deep breath, my rage and hunger fusing. It was good they were leaving...good they left this place and the fucking rage and stench of death behind. Run, little mouse. Run as fast and as far as you can. I didn't know what'd happen if she didn't. I licked my lips, imagining them in Nick's room.

She thought he was a friend, thought he was the 'good guy'. But he wasn't. He was just as fucking excited about having her here as I was. He just needed a little...push.

Nick: She's going to shower and get ready. I wonder if she needs some company?

A twitch came in the corner of my cheek as I jerked my gaze to the wall separating our rooms. He wouldn't fucking dare. Would he? I grabbed my cell and punched out a reply. You fucking touch her first and I'll kill you, and hit send. She was mine, mine if her mom didn't move the fuck out.

She lingered in my head as I pushed to stand up. I needed to go for a run, needed to somehow get clear of her. This hunger in me wasn't right. I yanked on my sneakers and pulled on a shirt before heading out the door.