Divine by Cait Jarrod

screaming orgasm. He’s the big bang! If you’d
screwed Matt, you wouldn’t be in this position. You’re horny. You
can’t make judgment calls when you’re horny.”
    “Wow. Did you take a breath?”
    “No. I need a second to refuel.” Cadence
gulped her coffee.
    She considered everything her friend fumed
about. Hearing it from her perspective put a different, ugly
viewpoint on the situation. “I didn’t answer Cal.”
    “Not answering is a yes.”
    In spite of how much her friend riled her,
she knew the rant came from a sincere place. Blunt, honest, and
would do anything for her, Cadence arched a brow. “Or a no to some
people.” She uncurled from the couch, headed to their kitchen, and
poured another cup of coffee. “I need a coffee keg.”
    Good, she joked. “Only one keg?”
    “Touché,” Cadence moaned into her cup. She
made everything sound erotic.
    “Just because you have a different guy every
night doesn’t mean I’m making a decision based on celibacy.”
    “Why is that exactly?” Cadence resumed her
position on the couch. “Why are you celibate? You’re an attractive
woman. Have a great body. Smart as a whip. And filthy rich. You’re
the perfect nine.”
    “I suppose you’re the perfect ten?” She
arched a brow.
    “I got these.” Cadence cupped one of her
cantaloupe size breasts then playfully smacked her knee. “You know
I’m kidding, but seriously, why? You’re young. It doesn’t make
sense. Don’t you have cravings?”
    I do have cravings! Orgasmic
ones! But the man she wanted to fulfil them wasn’t talking.
“There’s no time while working on a degree.”
    “I was right there with you. I still got
laid. Now I’m in a successful practice, but you, you have to become
a neurologist, specializing in brain disorders. At least you didn’t
become a neurosurgeon like your dad.” Cadence relaxed against the
couch. “You messed up not going with me during the holidays. If you
had, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”
    She sipped the coffee from the cup she’d held
ever since this ridiculous conversation started and had to agree.
The sand running between her toes and getting a tan would have been
much better than receiving an unwanted marriage proposal. “Bradley
needed a second layer of defense against the snotty girl Mom
insisted he date.”
    “Really?” Concern laced her friend’s voice. A
flash of something filled her features before disappearing.
    If her problems didn’t muddle her mind so
much, she’d put Cadence at the opposite end of the question firing
squad.
    “Being a doctor will do it for you?” Cadence
sipped her coffee and tilted her head. “No nursery or petting
zoo?”
    A gorgeous genius, Cadence already did a
kick-ass job as an allergist. She possessed an air that kept her
world on a similar level, fun yet annoying. With the potential to
see the truth within a person, to see what they needed, she
questioned them until they admitted it! Relentlessly! Like now!
Trina couldn’t let her know the doubts she had concerning her
decision to become a doctor. Hell, who changes up after investing
so much time into their future? “Yes, really. The brain fascinates
me. Can I study yours?”
    “Don’t think you’d want to see what’s hiding
in there. It’s scary!” Cadence giggled and covered an ear with her
free hand.
    She laughed.
    “I don’t get it. Can you look me in the eye
and tell me you didn’t go after your childhood dream because of
your parents’ brainwashing? Come on. I know they forced you into
doing things, just like they try to force everyone to do their
will. I mean, think about it. Would you have gone out with Cal
without your mother’s persistent nagging?”
    She didn’t want to think. She wouldn’t have.
He kept her busy, a nice distraction. Sweet and caring, he provided
her with plenty of attention. When he pushed for intimacy, she
discouraged it. Then one day she’d blurted, “I’m saving myself for
marriage. I want my husband to