mean it, Blair. I want you. Just not tonight. Now, if you really want to go home, let me drive you back to the dorms.”
“Yeah, I’m ready to go. I’m partied out.” I make a feeble attempt at smiling.
We don’t go back to say goodbye to the guys. Cage leads me straight outside and to his truck. He helps me into the cab, even buckling me up before he walks around to his side.
Closing my eyes, I drift off a little. The next time I open my eyes, we are in front of the dorm, and Cage is killing the engine.
He comes around and helps me out of the truck. Just like at the party, he takes my hand and leads me upstairs to my room.
When we get inside, my eyes go to Amanda’s bed immediately, and I sigh in relief to see she isn’t here.
“You gonna be okay?” Cage asks. I let the question run through my head. Yes, I would be okay, but the thought of him leaving has dread seeping into me.
“Will you stay with me for a little while?” When he doesn’t answer right away, I add, “Please…”
“Okay.” He nods and slips out of his shoes. “Lay down,” he orders, and I sit on the bed and take off my sandals before crawling under my blanket.
A moment later, he climbs in behind me. It’s only a twin-sized bed, and Cage is a big guy, so we have to squeeze together, but I don’t mind the least bit. He pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me.
My last thought before I drift off is how I’ve never felt so safe and protected.
16
Cage
Warmth. It surrounds me like the sun beating down on my back on a summer day. There’s a body beside mine. Actually, tucked into me is more like it.
For a fraction of a second, I worry I went home with someone last night, someone other than Blair, but then I suck in a sharp breath, and I’m assaulted with the scent of fresh berries, and I instantly know where I am.
Like a trickling stream, the events of last night come back to me. The party, the basement, kiss, and the way Blair clung to me, her trusting eyes and whimpers as she asked me to touch her. I’ll never forget the way she felt as I sank two fingers inside her. It was like heaven feeling her silky channel squeeze my digits. I’ve been with plenty of girls, but no one came close to the way Blair felt, or the way she made me feel in return.
I’m a fucking saint for not going further than I did. All I wanted to do was strip her bare and touch every inch of her perfect body, but there was no way in hell I was going to let her first time take place in the basement of a frat house where anyone could see.
No, when I popped her cherry–if I get that lucky–I want it to be just the two of us, in my bed, with no one to interrupt us, so I could spend as many hours as I wanted feasting and fucking her. Fuck, I want her to be mine, every beautiful inch of her.
Beside me, she stirs, and I tighten my grip, holding her closer, wishing there wasn’t anything between our bodies.
“Is it really morning already?” she groans into the pillow.
“Yes, sunshine, it’s morning, but we don’t have to get up yet if you don’t want to.” Used to a rigorous workout schedule, it isn’t often that I get to sleep in. Between football and classes, I’m usually up at six am most days.
“Is Amanda here?” Blair asks, turning slightly in my arms, causing her ass to rub against my already stiff cock.
Holding back a groan, I croak, “No, I don’t think so.”
Just as I’m saying the words, the devil itself comes walking in. Blair moves so fast, jerking forward into an upright position, that her movements send me rolling off the bed, and I land on the floor in a giant heap.
“Didn’t I tell you not to sleep with him?” Those are the first words out of Amanda’s mouth and enough to make me snap.
“What is your problem? What do you actually achieve by treating others like shit?”
She shrugs. “Probably the same thing you achieve by sleeping with every girl on campus. Sucks to be on the receiving end, doesn’t it?”
“I didn’t sleep with him,” Blair confesses. Her voice is nothing