Cameron Reed sat on the edge of the bed, every nerve in his body crackling with heat and anticipation.

It was finally happening. Mina. Thank God, she was finally his.

He shifted, and the springs in the cheap motel mattress squeaked, making him jump. He bit his lip, hating that he was so on edge. But this moment—this whole night—was momentous. The best night of his life. Hell, the best night in history as far as he was concerned, and Cam had read one hell of a lot of history books.

He’d been in love with Mina Silver for half his life, and he’d known her longer than that. She was his best friend’s twin sister, after all, so she’d been a constant presence. The girl they teased, the pest they shooed away.

Or she had been, until Cam had begun to notice her sweet smile, her quirky sense of humor. Until he realized that half the time when he went to Darryl’s house after school, his motive was less about playing video games with his buddy and more about catching a glimpse of Mina.

And then one day, he’d caught a glimpse of her making out with Tony Renfroe, the most popular guy in middle school.

That’s when the monster had stirred inside Cameron. A wild, craving beast that had wanted to lash out and knock Tony right off his pedestal—and out of Mina’s arms.

Except he hadn’t given in to that monster. Not then. Not later.

And Mina had dated Tony. Then Alex. Then Roger. And God only knew who else.

But she’d never dated him. Never even thought about him like that. They were friends—hell, they were practically family.

Until now.

He had no idea how he’d gotten so lucky to have finally caught her attention, but he had, and she was here with him now. In this motel. And sex was most definitely on the agenda.

He swallowed, nerves tingling as he waited. She’d disappeared into the tiny bathroom to get ready, and had brushed her finger over his lips with a promise to be right back.

Christ, the waiting was killing him. He was hyperaware of everything. The buzz of the air conditioner. The scratch of the rough bedspread. The sound of the water running in the bathroom.

And then—oh, God—the subtle click of the doorknob turning and the creak of hinges as the bathroom door opened.

She stepped out, clad in a short terrycloth robe that ended at the top of her thighs and revealed miles of perfect legs. She walked toward him, and he swallowed, knowing without seeing that she was naked underneath. That all she had to do was loosen the tie at her waist and open the robe to reveal herself to him. Her firm breasts, her flat belly, her entire body that he intended to drop down onto his knees to worship.

“Are you ready for me?” she whispered, and he felt his cock go hard.

He nodded, his mouth too dry to speak. And when she took another step toward him and pulled loose the sash, he thought his heart might stop.

But that was nothing compared to when her hands went to the robe, and she started to pull it open. To reveal herself to him. To stand naked before him and—

Bang!

A wave of golden light burst from the robe, blinding him and knocking him backward.

And when he’d blinked enough to clear his vision, she was gone.

Just gone.

What the hell?

He tried to catch his breath and clear his muddled head. Slowly, he looked around his room, then gasped at what he was seeing.

His room. Not a rundown motel. Not a bed with squeaky springs. And most definitely not a room that Mina shared.

It had all been a dream.

A wonderful, delicious, incredible dream—and he’d awakened to a nightmare. Because he didn’t really have Mina—he never had.

But, goddammit, he would.

Enough waiting. Enough dreaming.

It was time for Cameron to get the girl he craved, or die trying.

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