Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
By the time we reach the car, I’m sweating, and it’s not just because of the walk to get here. Cage lit a fire inside of me, fanned the flames of desire. He made me want him when I had absolutely no business wanting him. He was a player with a capital P, a manwhore, the last person I should consider going near, and yet somehow, I caught a glimpse of the real him tonight, and it made me want to dive deeper and look inside of him. Football wasn’t his dream. I wasn’t sure what was, but he didn’t love the sport, not even close. I wanted to know his story and find out why he pretended to be something he wasn’t.
As we climb into the SUV, Mia turns to me, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Blair, he is so into you. Did you see how he looked at you in this dress? More importantly, how jealous he got at the mention of going to a party and seeing another guy? Fuck, the primal look in his eyes. That was hot as hell.”
“Jealous? Livid is more like it.”
“Something. He is mad that you are going to some party with other guys. What do you want to bet he will be calling and texting you later?”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
Now the only question is, do I want him to text, or do I want him to leave me alone so I can forget about him?
10
Cage
We lost the game, worse yet, I disappointed Coach, let my team down, and because of all of it, my father has been down my throat, calling me nonstop and screaming at me since the moment I walked off the field yesterday. It doesn’t help matters that I slept like shit last night, wondering what Blair was doing or better yet, who she was with. I was so pissed off, jealous even, and overall annoyed that I couldn’t even bring myself to hang out with Murphy or Evan, who ended up snagging a couple girls.
Jealousy. It wasn’t something I’d ever experienced in my life. Chicks couldn’t make me jealous, not when they were the ones who wanted me. Blair didn’t want me, though, and that made what I was feeling right now, something that I couldn’t quite digest.
I stare down at my phone and the message from Blair. She said she would be here in ten minutes, which left me with ten minutes to get my broody fucking attitude under control. I wasn’t going to get in her panties by being an asshole. I can still picture her in that dress, the way it hugged her curves, and her shapely legs. Stick a fork in me, ’cause I’m fucked.
As badly as I want to ask her what she did last night, or who she was with, I knew better. I can’t come off as jealous, can’t show her that I give a fuck, mainly because I shouldn’t even care. Exhaling, I push a breath past my lips and run a hand through my black hair. The bus left almost an hour ago for North Woods, so I’ve been sitting here by myself trying to cool off. It’s not really working.
The minutes tick by slowly until Blair’s arrival. When an SUV pulls into the parking lot and parks a few spots away, my eyes are drawn to it. The door is shoved open, and a moment later, Blair pops out. She’s wearing a sweatshirt and yoga pants with a pair of old sneakers.
Simple, dressed down and still looking better than half the chicks at North Woods.
She walks over to the truck, turning to wave at the SUV one last time. I unlock the door as she grabs the handle and tugs it open. She tosses her bag into the backseat, and the smell of soap and cherries fill the air. I smile, sucking in a sharp breath, letting her scent resonate through me. She smells so fucking good.
“Hey,” she greets as she tugs her belt on, clicking it into place.
“Hey,” I greet gruffly.
Her dark brows pinch together in confusion. Can she tell how pissed off I am? Or that something is wrong? Maybe I should try harder to hide it.
“Did you have a good time with your friend?” I curse myself after I say the words because I realize that I sound like her fucking dad, instead of a guy interested in getting her on her back, and between her legs.
“I did, actually. I loved seeing Mia, I’ve missed her so much. This was a much-needed trip.” She smiles, and the joy in her eyes almost overshadows the emotions flooding my veins. “Thank you for the ride. I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime. How was your night?” I ask, looking straight ahead as I navigate the truck onto the highway.