I don’t have the patience to deal with him tonight. I need to make things right with Blair. Ever since our little spat earlier, I’ve been anxious and worried that she won’t be there when I return to the condo.
Fuck me. I’m growing dependent upon her. Like a drug, I crave her presence, her body, her soul, and her mind. For the first time in my life, I don’t want a woman just to fuck them, and that terrifies me.
When I arrive at the condo, I walk into the house, toss my bag on the floor near the door, kick off my shoes and rush up the stairs and into my room like a child. I’m ready to make up with Blair, to put what happened behind us.
I know if she was anyone else, I would’ve said fuck it and not even tried, but she was my nerd. Blair. And worth the effort.
Heart racing out of my chest, I open the door, half anticipating for her not to be there but smile when I find her on the bed, my bed, with her books scattered around her. She looks up at me as I enter the room and close the door behind me. I texted her earlier and told her I had to go to the Dean’s office and deal with the repercussions of my actions.
“What happened?” She perks up as I come closer to the bed. I need to have my hands on her, breathe her in. I’m fucking drunk on her, on her taste, and touch. Without caring about her books, papers, pencils, or any other shit, I pick her up and take her into my arms. My pulse thunders in my ears, and a calmness sweeps over me as I settle us back against the headboard.
“You can’t just pick me up and move me wherever you want,” she snarls, and it makes me want to fuck her hard and fast.
“One, I’m bigger than you, so I can and will, especially if you want to find out what happened.”
Rolling her eyes, she burrows her face into my chest, almost as if she needs me as much as I need her. We’re fucked, so fucked.
“Well, I’m not going to jail, and Brad isn’t pressing charges. I’m suspended from this weekend’s game. Coach Willard is pissed, and I can’t imagine how irate my father is right now since I’m not taking his calls.”
She pulls away from me so fast I’m surprised she doesn’t give herself whiplash.
“This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. You got suspended from a game because of me.” I nod and smile.
“And I would get suspended from all of them if I had to. I stand by what I said earlier. You’re mine, Blair. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I can’t stop thinking about you, and when I’m away from you, I wonder what you’re doing.”
“But… we said we were just friends, Cage. Friends don’t lay claims like that. Plus, I won’t belong to you in any sense of the word while you get to be with whoever you want, whenever you want.” Insecurity fills her voice. I know she’s afraid of turning out like her mother, but she won’t, and I won’t be the man that starts that for her. I don’t know what I want, but what I do know is that I don’t want what we’re doing to stop.
“I want no one but you, and we’re still friends, it’s just we have sex and can’t seem to stay away from each other.”
A tiny smile tugs on her lips. “Your definition of friends and mine is very different, I’m afraid.”
Shrugging, I say, “How about this? You’re important to me, and that’s all that matters. I’m not going anywhere or doing anything that might hurt you. Remember, I told you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, and I won’t.” I kiss her forehead and breathe deeply. Cherries. She smells like cherries, and my mouth suddenly fills with saliva. It’s only been a few days since we had sex, and I know I need to give her time since I know she’s sore, but I want her… now, maybe even forever.
She traces a heart over the thumping muscle in my chest. “Who saves me from you?”
“No one because I will never hurt you, Blair. Never.”
“If you say so. I don’t want you to get in trouble for me anymore though. It’s not okay and makes me feel like crap. Also, don’t defend my honor.