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)
I don’t know how long I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, but it definitely seems like a long time, maybe an hour. That’s when I’ve had enough.
This is dumb, I obviously want him, and he wants me. It’s just sex. It doesn’t have to be more. I don’t have to get attached. We can be friends with benefits.
That’s a thing, right?
Yup, it’s a thing. It’s totally a thing.
Throwing the blanket off my legs, I climb out of bed. I’m going to do it. I’m going to sleep with him. My insides turn hot at the thought. I’m going to seduce Cage Wilder. Me, the virgin with little experience, is going to seduce the all-knowing.
Reaching for my glasses, I stop short of grabbing them. I shouldn’t put them on. They’ll be in the way. Deciding to leave them, I open my door very quietly and peer into the hall. My heart is galloping in my chest.
It’s now or never. Stepping out of the room and into the hallway, I close the door behind me. The house is eerily quiet, and I shiver, my nipples pebble against the thin fabric. Butterflies fill my belly.
My eyes aren’t terribly bad. I can see plenty without my glasses, but in the dark hall, I have to use my hands to feel along the wall.
By the time I reach his door, my hands are clammy, and I’ve tried to talk myself out of going to his room five hundred times. I reach for the doorknob, the brass is ice cold on my heated skin. Breathing deeply, I turn it and push the door open.
The room is quiet, too quiet.
It’s even darker in here than it was in the hallway. Heavy drapes block out most of the light the moon offers.
I tiptoe into the room, inching closer to the bed, where I see Cage’s large frame in the center of the mattress.
I start to crawl onto the bed, the soft sheets rubbing against my skin as I do. Cage stirs, his huge body turning toward me, and that’s when I catch the contours of his face. That’s when I realize this is not Cage at all.
Like a cat touching water, I jump off the bed with a loud scream. I stumble back and fall flat on my ass. I screamed so damn loud that I make my own ears ring.
“What the fuck?” I hear Murphy’s voice, the moment before the light is switched on.
Squinting my eyes, I try to get adjusted to my surroundings. I’m still confused and disoriented when Cage comes storming into the room, obviously wakened by my scream.
“What the hell? Why are you in Murphy’s room?”
“I…” My cheeks feel as hot as the sun.
“I’m pretty sure she was trying to sneak into your room and walked in the wrong room.” Murphy chuckles like seeing me on the floor, my face the color of a ripe tomato is amusing.
Cage’s sinister gaze swings between us. Does he actually think I’d come on to his friend? It’s time to own up to what I was doing.
“I didn’t mean to come in here. I thought this was your room.”
Thank God the shirt he gave me is long. Otherwise, I would’ve flashed Murphy my bits. The harsh lines in Cage’s face smooth out, and he looks relieved. He thought I was going to come on to his best friend.
“This is epic.” Murphy moves to the edge of the bed. He’s shirtless and in a pair of boxers that hang low on his hips. Muscles for days reflect back at me, and I realize then that Cage is dressed similarly. Jesus, I’m surrounded by GQ models.
“Shut the fuck up!” Cage orders, pointing his finger at Murphy.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.” He chuckles, but the smirk on his face gives his lie away. He was totally going to say something.
Probably something crude, with a sexual innuendo attached.
Cage looks down at me with a smile that causes a fire to stir in my belly and offers me his hand. I take it and climb to my feet, my embarrassment only grows because now Cage knows what my intent was, as does Murphy.
It’s official, I’m a mess. Also, I should’ve stayed in my cold bed. At least then, my cheeks wouldn’t be burning, and I wouldn’t have to face Cage.
“Changed my mind.” Murphy snickers as we walk to the door. “I do have something to say. I want to make it known that this is the first time I’ve ever had a girl in my bed where she wasn’t screaming in pleasure.”
“You’re an idiot.” Cage tosses the remark over his shoulder before guiding me out of the room. Grabbing the door handle, he slams the door closed before Murphy can respond. I hold back a grin. These two are so full of themselves.