Grabbing a pillow off Cage's bed and a blanket out of the closet I headed to the couch for some overdue sleep and hopefully very good dreams.
Warm fingers ran through my hair then traced the side of my face down to my collar bone where they teased and caressed the sensitive skin there.
"Hmmm," I murmured snuggling closer to the warmth holding me. I was having a very good realistic Marcus dream. Strong hands returned to my hair and gently massaged my head. Oh I liked that. How did Marcus know to do that? Cage always massaged my head. He knew I had a weakness for it. Dang Cage was messing up my dream. This was supposed to be a 'Marcus only' dream.
Before I could get too upset his hand found its way back down to my collar bone. He was driving me crazy. Just slip a hand under my shirt already. Please. I was ready to beg.
When his hand started moving north again I whined,
"Marcus please."
The hand froze. I opened my eyes and stared directly up into Cage's face.
"Did you just call me 'Marcus'?"
Fantastic. What had I done? This was not the way I was going to handle the whole me and Marcus possibility with Cage. I rolled my eyes and sat up.
"Probably. I was dreaming Cage. I can't control what I say when I'm asleep."
Cage scowled, "You were dreaming about Marcus?" I shrugged.
Cage groaned, "Will ow, we talked about this. Baby he's so not like us. He dates rich babes his parents approve of. He doesn't slum it. Don't set yourself up to get hurt. Please," he pleaded.
If anyone else had referred to dating me as slumming it I would have slapped them. But it was Cage who grew up next door to me. He lived my life. He was allowed. It was different coming from him.
"Again, it was a dream. I can't control it." Cage scooted over closing the distance between us.
"You're so dang cute when you sleep," he murmured leaning over to nip at my shoulder.
"Stop Cage. Don't start that. If you need to get laid go elsewhere."
He dropped his head back against the couch, "I just wanted a taste Low. You're killing me."
I patted his leg, "No you're just horny and I'm just available." Cage chuckled, "You think you've got me all figured out don't ya love."
"I know I've got you all figured out. You can't fool me Cage. I happen to know spiders scare you to death and you cry every time you watch Extreme Home Makeover. There is nothing about you I don't know."
Cage wiggled his eyebrows at me, "You think so?" He leaned over until I could feel his warm breath tickle my ear.
Surprisingly it didn't smell like whisky... yet.
"I beat off to thoughts of you naked spread out in my bed with that wild red hair of yours covering my pillow."
"UGH! Cage!" I pushed him off me and stood up. "TMI Cage. I so did not want to know that."
Cage cackled with laughter. "What, baby? You don't think about me when you slip your hands into your panties and get naughty?"
"Cage SHUT UP!" I screamed putting my fingers in my ears.
He stuck his pointed finger in his mouth and licked it. I swear he could be so gross.
"Who do you think about Low? When you're making it feel good down there?"
I was getting ready to slug the stupid smirk off his face.
"First of all I don't do that. And second of all you're a pervert. Now go get laid and leave me alone." Cage sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. His baby blue eyes were round as saucers.
"You don't stroke it Low?"
"Oh. My. God. Would you please stop it!" Cage shook his head in disbelief.
"You really don't. You've never had an orgasm. I can see it all over your face. Well shit."
"Cage I mean it. This conversation," I stopped as the door opened and Marcus stepped inside. My face went instantly bright red. I didn't have to see it to know it. The idea that he could have heard even a tiny portion of this ridiculous conversation was humiliating.
"Marcus, man we were just talking about you," Cage said with an evil smirk and stood up from the couch. I couldn't bring myself to clarify Cage's stupid greeting. Instead I stood stock still as Cage walked by me and whispered,
"Remember what I said."
I didn't need him reminding me that I wasn't good enough for Marcus. I already knew this. But what he didn't know was Marcus was completely clueless to this fact. And I wasn't about to point it out to him.
I shoved Cage as he stumbled and laughed before going into his room and closing the door behind him.
I knew Marcus was waiting on me to say something but I didn't know what to say. Tucking my hair behind my ear I glanced over at him.
"Um hey," I managed to croak out.
A small sexy smile touched his lips and I felt like I might melt in a puddle on the ground. If it wasn't for my worry that he'd heard us before opening the door I would completely be enjoying his smile.
"Did you get some sleep?" He asked walking over to me slowly with a very determined gleam in his eyes.
I nodded, "Just woke up."
He slipped his hand into my hair and cupped the back of my neck.
"Good," he replied. His eyes drifted down my face stopping to study my mouth before traveling on down to let it drift over my neck and shoulders then my chest which was rising and falling pretty darn fast.
"Go out with me tonight Low. We'll go do anything you want to. We can go eat, dancing, walk down the beach you name it. Just go somewhere with me."
I swallowed hard and bobbed my head up and down,
"Okay," I managed to reply without it sounding like a strangled whisper.
A pleased grin spread across his face and his eyes locked with mine again.