Page 9 of Beyond the Cage

“You know how to get to the Northwestern campus, right?”

He nods and takes my backpack. After swinging it over his shoulders, he slides back in the saddle. He’s putting me in front? Awesome! I climb on, and he covers my hands with his as I curl my fingers around the handlebars. The contact sends that now familiar shiver down my spine. The helmet smells of him, and I breathe in deeply. I’m a sucker for a man who smells good. His chest is molded against my back and I realize that, in our position, his dick is playing cuddle buddies with my ass.Dear, Lord. This is going to be the longest trip ever.

As we exit the parking lot, he slides an arm around my waist, laying his palm flat on my stomach. His fingers circle my exposed navel, playing with the ring there. My muscles jump and so does my pussy. Oh, no. I grab his hand and place it firmly on the handlebar, drawing laughter from him. Well, at least I got another sound out of him. When we finally arrive on campus, I hop off, remove the helmet, and shake out my hair. He turns off the ignition, kicks the stand down, and leans against the bike.

“Thanks for the ride.”

Hmm…I don’t know this look. I don’t know what it means. He looks…uncertain?

“What?”

Sticking his finger in my waistband, he pulls me close, and his expression changes. This one I know.

“You want another kiss?”

Nodding, his hands move to my hips.

“Say please.”

He stares into my eyes and it’s as if he had shouted the word through a megaphone. How can I say no? I lean forward and take his bottom lip between mine. There’s that shiver again. I keep it PG because God knows I can’t deal with class while I’m horny. When he attempts to turn the heat up, I pull back.

“I skipped breakfast. Wanna take me to lunch?”

This time, I get a nodanda smile.

“Okay. Pick me up here at one.”

Turning away, I head off to class, hoping my scattered brain doesn’t cause an explosion in the Chem lab.

CHAPTER 3

Both speech and silence transgress. – Zen saying

I spot him the moment I walk out of the building. It’s hard not to, because he towers over everyone here. Besides, the group of boys surrounding him, begging for autographs, makes it even easier. As I make my way to him, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and see Chelsea’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hey, Chels.”

“What you wanna do for lunch?”

“I uh…I have plans.”

“Mr. Jackson?” she asks with a giggle.

“Yeah.”

“Get it, girl!”

I glance up at Cameron and when our eyes meet, he begins pushing his way through the sea of boys.

“I gotta go,” I tell Chels. “Talk to you later.”

“Okay, Mrs. Jackson.”

Before I can reply, she laughs and ends the call. She can be such a child sometimes. Despite that fact, shedidput a smile on my face.

“Hi,” I greet him as he approaches, a question his eyes. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He acknowledges my answer with a nod. Okay…I shouldn’t get too good at this expression-reading crap because he just might never talk to me. The secret is in the eyes. Theyarethe windows to the soul after all. He takes my backpack and we head for the motorcycle. His adoring fans are staring at us wide-eyed and slack-jawed. The imp in me rears his head and I slip my hand into his. Tension radiates from his body but he doesn’t pull away.