Would she let me sit back down next to her after my almost kiss? “Well? Can I sit back down here if I promise to behave?”
There was a slight chill in the air and she grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and patted the spot next to her. She covered us both up with it. I used that movement as an excuse to creep a little closer.
Once more she turned to me, and I was much closer to her than she expected. “Dalton—Cage.”
“Cage?”
“It does seem to suit you better. Now stop that.”
“Hmm?” I had picked up a piece of her lovely, golden hair and was running it in between my fingers. How did you girls get your hair so soft? Damn, I loved women.
I moved another inch closer to those enticing lips. “Just once.” Before she could resist, I claimed her lips with mine. And I knew it. It was even better than I’d imagined. For about six seconds. Just when I felt her lips part to allow me entrance, she pushed me away.
“Do you know what platonic means, Cage? It means friends without benefits. No sexual relations.”
I wasn’t discouraged at all. See, even though she pushed me away, her body gave me all the right signs. Her fingers had curled into my shirt involuntarily. Her breathing was most definitely not even, and if I wasn’t mistaken, her eyes were a tad on the dilated side. All signs of sexual attraction.
“Kissing isn’t sex.” I reached for her again and she moaned in the back of her throat. Resistance was futile. She gave me almost ten seconds the second go around. I had just swept my tongue against hers when she pushed me back once more.
“Platonic, Cage. Do I need to write that on your body so you’ll remember?”
“Depends. Do I get to pick the body part?”
She wanted to be mad at me. I could tell, but her smile broke through with a shake of her head. With one final, not entirely heartfelt push, she scooted away from me. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Incorrigible. I had a teacher who used to call me incorrigible in grade school. She also said I was wayward. I had to look up both of those words.”
Karen laughed, and I laughed along with her. How could I not? I was incorrigible—and wayward—and willful, headstrong, stubborn. “Watch the movie.” She didn’t give me another glance as Will Ferrell, dressed as an overly large elf, sang in the bathroom of a department store.
And that was how my night ended. No more kisses for Cage, no booty for good behavior, just a movie. I wasn’t so sure about this friends-without-benefits thing.
Chapter 10
Karen
Zoe and Lacey had arranged a girls’ night out for a bunch of the wives and girlfriends of the players and me. I tagged along with Zoe and Lacey pretty much everywhere they went, and I was having a blast.
“So, Karen. Tell us what’s really going on between you and Cage. Rush said Cage has got a real thing for you.” Kelly, Keith Lambert’s girlfriend, refilled our wine glasses while I tried to ignore the stripper gyrating in my general area.
“Do you guys always come to strip joints on girls night out?” I’d never been to one, and aside from the hot bodies all around, I didn’t really see the appeal. I absolutely enjoyed the scenery, but I could have done without the guys trying to stick their dicks in my face. Gross.
“No. Lacey said you needed to be around some hot testosterone, so here we are.”
“Lacey! What on Earth would make you think I need to be here?”
“Come on, Karen. How much excitement do you have there in Nova Scotia living with your mom? I just thought you might want to let it loose, you know?”
I could see the corners of her lips turning up. This all had to be some kind of joke—or a test. “You’re full of it. Why are we really here?”
She sighed, looking guilty. On second glance, Zoe looked pretty guilty too as she grabbed Lacey’s arm to get her attention. “Tell her.”
Lacey turned back to me. “Okay. Jody and Vlad hate our girls nights out. They’re idiots,
There was a slight chill in the air and she grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and patted the spot next to her. She covered us both up with it. I used that movement as an excuse to creep a little closer.
Once more she turned to me, and I was much closer to her than she expected. “Dalton—Cage.”
“Cage?”
“It does seem to suit you better. Now stop that.”
“Hmm?” I had picked up a piece of her lovely, golden hair and was running it in between my fingers. How did you girls get your hair so soft? Damn, I loved women.
I moved another inch closer to those enticing lips. “Just once.” Before she could resist, I claimed her lips with mine. And I knew it. It was even better than I’d imagined. For about six seconds. Just when I felt her lips part to allow me entrance, she pushed me away.
“Do you know what platonic means, Cage? It means friends without benefits. No sexual relations.”
I wasn’t discouraged at all. See, even though she pushed me away, her body gave me all the right signs. Her fingers had curled into my shirt involuntarily. Her breathing was most definitely not even, and if I wasn’t mistaken, her eyes were a tad on the dilated side. All signs of sexual attraction.
“Kissing isn’t sex.” I reached for her again and she moaned in the back of her throat. Resistance was futile. She gave me almost ten seconds the second go around. I had just swept my tongue against hers when she pushed me back once more.
“Platonic, Cage. Do I need to write that on your body so you’ll remember?”
“Depends. Do I get to pick the body part?”
She wanted to be mad at me. I could tell, but her smile broke through with a shake of her head. With one final, not entirely heartfelt push, she scooted away from me. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Incorrigible. I had a teacher who used to call me incorrigible in grade school. She also said I was wayward. I had to look up both of those words.”
Karen laughed, and I laughed along with her. How could I not? I was incorrigible—and wayward—and willful, headstrong, stubborn. “Watch the movie.” She didn’t give me another glance as Will Ferrell, dressed as an overly large elf, sang in the bathroom of a department store.
And that was how my night ended. No more kisses for Cage, no booty for good behavior, just a movie. I wasn’t so sure about this friends-without-benefits thing.
Chapter 10
Karen
Zoe and Lacey had arranged a girls’ night out for a bunch of the wives and girlfriends of the players and me. I tagged along with Zoe and Lacey pretty much everywhere they went, and I was having a blast.
“So, Karen. Tell us what’s really going on between you and Cage. Rush said Cage has got a real thing for you.” Kelly, Keith Lambert’s girlfriend, refilled our wine glasses while I tried to ignore the stripper gyrating in my general area.
“Do you guys always come to strip joints on girls night out?” I’d never been to one, and aside from the hot bodies all around, I didn’t really see the appeal. I absolutely enjoyed the scenery, but I could have done without the guys trying to stick their dicks in my face. Gross.
“No. Lacey said you needed to be around some hot testosterone, so here we are.”
“Lacey! What on Earth would make you think I need to be here?”
“Come on, Karen. How much excitement do you have there in Nova Scotia living with your mom? I just thought you might want to let it loose, you know?”
I could see the corners of her lips turning up. This all had to be some kind of joke—or a test. “You’re full of it. Why are we really here?”
She sighed, looking guilty. On second glance, Zoe looked pretty guilty too as she grabbed Lacey’s arm to get her attention. “Tell her.”
Lacey turned back to me. “Okay. Jody and Vlad hate our girls nights out. They’re idiots,
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