Page 20 of Beyond the Cage
“She’s not serious,” I tell him. “And don’t go getting any ideas, mister. We might share everything else, but men…no.”
“You’re just no fun, Jas.” She pouts.
“Go away, Chels,” I say in a saccharine tone.
With a devious smile, she retorts, “This is a common area, missy.”
“Fine. Let’s go to my room,” I tell Cameron. “Nothing common about that area.”
Before I can move, Cameron slides to the edge of the couch, places his hands below my ass, and stands.
“Please. Pretty please with whipped cream and cherries on top, can I watch?”
I smile at Chels over his shoulder and wiggle my fingers, telling her goodbye.
“Bye, Cameron…” she says, almost dejectedly. If I didn’t know her so well, I’d think she was serious.
Cameron raises his hand, acknowledging her, then he kicks the door shut and moves toward the bed.
“You can put me down now.”
Ignoring me, he keeps moving. He sits on the bed, with me still on his lap and stares at me. There’s a question in his eyes – ‘when?’
“Soon.”
With a sigh, he falls back on the bed and clasps his hands behind his head. Kicking off my Chucks, I lay my head on his chest, wishing I could stay here forever. It’s strange because I still don’t know much about him.
“Cameron?” Of course, I get no reply. “What’s your middle name?”
He scoffs.
“There’s no way I can guess it. You have to help me out here. Do I have to search the net to get some info?”
I hop off the bed and retrieve my laptop, then return to the bed. He shifts positions and sits next to me as I type his name into the search bar and scrutinize the results.
“Interesting piece of information…your name means ‘crooked nose’.”
I turn my back to him, laughing as he smiles and tries to take the laptop from me.
“Stop, crooked nose!”
He reaches around me with both hands, grabbing at my computer.
“You’re gonna make me drop it!”
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me against him. When my giggles die down, I lie back and sift through the results once more. I click a few links, but they don’t tell me anything I don’t already know. Most of them are just videos of his matches.
“I have an idea.” I hand him my laptop. “Why don’t I ask some questions and you just type your answers for me?”
He rolls his eyes.
“Come on. Tell you what, for each question you answer, I’ll…”Hmm…what do I offer as incentive?“I’ll…remove one item of clothing.”
With a grin, he taps on the keyboard – ‘OK.’
Great!“You already know the first question.” I curl up next to him and watch the screen.
He types ‘Joshua.’
