Page 20 of Fighting My Demons

“You wound me, Bella. Am I not good enough for you, princess?” he says, and she tries to push him away.

“You are not my boyfriends.”

“Yet,” Xavier adds, and she glares at him.

Blaine discreetly sniffs her and looks back at me. I put my hands up, admitting and surrendering. He smirks, not seeming bothered before following her up the stairs while staring at her nice, plump ass.

Chapter Twelve

Bella

We stop at my apartment first, and they let me place my things inside before I lock the door. Xavier waits with me, while Blaine and Latham go to their apartment next door. He’s probably waiting so I wouldn't lock myself inside and ignore them. The moment I lock my door and turn around, he drops his arm across my shoulders, tugging me against him. I try to push his arm off and move away from his grip only for him to laugh and drop his arm, instead moving it to my waist. He pushes their apartment door open. I am instantly hit with the smell of something amazing, making my mouth water and my belly rumble embarrassingly.

“See? Smells better than microwave dinners,” Latham taunts.

I roll my eyes, but he is right. Definitely smells better than the frozen lasagne I’ve been planning on heating up.

“Twenty minutes,” Blaine tells Latham and he nods, wandering off.

I walk past the kitchen, which is the first thing you walk into when coming into the apartment. It is exactly the same as mine. As I go to walk past though, Blaine reaches over and grips the front of my blouse before tugging me to him. A startled shriek leaves me, as he suddenly presses me against the counter..

“What is it with you three and always getting handsy?” I snap at him, pushing on his chest when his face moves closer to mine, a devious smile playing on his lips.

“Does it really bother you that much?” he whispers, brushing his nose across my cheek.

I swallow, wanting to tell him to get off me, yet the words don’t leave my lips.

“Or maybe I am not handsy enough,” he says, his hand gliding up my side before he cups my breast, squeezing it through my blouse.

Arousal wraps around me so abruptly I moan when he presses himself against me. I can feel his arousal pressing against my stomach.

“Maybe you want more than just my hands on you?” he says, his lips brushing mine as he speaks.

“Is that what you want, Bella? Do you want all of us to touch you, caress you, make you scream?”

His words are so vulgar but I still don’t answer. His hand then moves to the back of my neck, his fingers stroking my nape before he tilts my face up more. He groans before his lips crash against mine hungrily as he delves his tongue between my lips, tasting every inch like he is trying to consume me. His tongue strokes mine, trying to get me to kiss him back, and I give in.

He groans, his tongue playing with mine when someone clears their throat, making me jump away. Blaine smiles wickedly, and I realize I am kissing him, some fog lifting off me.

Stress. Has to be stress, I tell myself.

I am not normally like this. Blaine doesn’t let go though, and I turn to see Latham standing on the other side of the bench with just a pair of shorts hung low on his hips.

Xavier is sitting on the counter, stirring something in a pot, like me making out with his boyfriend or lover or whatever they are is no big deal. I squeeze past Blaine, only for him to pull me against him, his chest pressing against my back as he steers me toward Latham.

“You weren’t about to make a run for it, I hope,” Blaine whispers below my ear, his breath caressing my shoulder, and I shiver.

I do plan to do a runner but I keep my lips shut. Blaine stops me in front of Latham, making me look up at him. My eyes run down his hard chest to his V-line, and my walls clench just at the sight of him.

Blaine grabs my hand, moving it and placing it on Latham's chest, and he sucks in a breath, his eyes watching me as Blaine moves my hand down the hard lines of muscle to his waist band. I feel light-headed, almost high.

“Do you like touching him?” Blaine asks, his lips on my neck.

“Blaine!” Latham growls.

He seems angry at him, but he doesn't pull away.

“Well, do you, Bella?”