Linc (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 3)

by Hart, Lane

  "Nope," she says, shakin’ her head and makin’ her hair bounce in that same tauntin’ way. Since there's no one to stop me from touchin’ her tonight, I thread my fingers past her ear and through the back of her beautiful chestnut locks, tiltin’ her head so I have full access to her lips. Lips that part on a gasp before I lean down and cover them with mine. When I stroke my tongue over hers, we both moan into each other’s mouths before a frenzy ignites between us. I grab a handful of her ass, yankin’ her to me at the same time both of her cool, soft palms sneak underneath my jacket and shirt. Goosebumps ripple through me followin’ her caress up my abs, spannin’ over my chest and then comin’ back down again. Instead of stoppin’ at the waistband, she grabs a large handful of cock through my jeans to go along with a heapin’ side of balls.

  "Holy fuck," I groan as I swell to epic proportions in her hand. A second later, when the wonderful pressure disappears, I almost cry.

  "Shit!" Mandy exclaims. "That's Mason's intro!"

  Over the loud protest of my cock, I faintly hear what sounds like a 50 Cent and Lil' Kim song playin’ in the background. Oh, the irony.

  "Um, okay." I laugh, then have to clear my throat as I reach down to adjust my now very hard and noticeable Cock Ness Monster. "So, Magic Stick is your brother's intro song?" I ask.

  "Yes," she says, coverin’ her face with her palms. "And I really don't want to think too much on his choice. I tell myself he just likes the catchy tune and that all of his many female fans are still virgins. Please don't ruin that perfect world fantasy for me."

  I know where she's comin’ from. Even though my sister is two years older than me, I still like to think Hailey lives the life of a nun. It's just easier that way.

  "Guess we better get back in, huh?" I say, unable to hide my disappointment.

  "Yeah, sorry," she says, slidin’ the hands coverin’ her face down and flashin’ me a gorgeous smile. "But I promise to make it up to you later when you, um, come in my mouth."

  Holy. Fuck.

  Her offer of a blowjob leaves my cock feelin’ like a magic stick...of dynamite that's ready to explode. In. Her. Fuckin’. Mouth.

  Grabbin’ her hand, I drag her back around the entrance at the front of building since the door we came from was exit only. There's no longer a bouncer standin’ around since this is the last fight of the night.

  "I really hope your brother has a first round knockout," I tell Mandy over my shoulder as we rush back to the cage. "Within the first five seconds."

  She laughs as we make our way to our seats. Mason is already in the center of the cage by that time. It's obvious that the kid is the crowd favorite in this fight, based on the excited hoots and hollers. That's probably why they saved him for last. He has a natural stage presence, even makin’ me laugh with his ridiculous, male stripper dancin’ antics that has women screamin’ their heads off. With a few rolls of his hips, he owns the cage and probably the phone numbers of more than half the women in the building. I just hope he can back up that arrogance with his fists.

  Mandy tenses up and stops breathin’ beside me when the intro song goes off and the announcer standin’ in the cage with a mic goes over Mason Reed's stats and intro. Her brother is fightin’ at middleweight, one-hundred eighty-five pounds tonight and he's several inches taller than me at six-four. The boy's record stands at sixteen wins and only three losses, which is decent, but it means that he fights all the damn time, without adequate time to rest and recover since he's so young to have accumulated so many bouts. Probably because he desperately needs whatever scraps they pay him to keep takin’ beatings. Tonight, his opponent is shorter and thicker than him, but doesn't look like he's in as good of shape as Mace. This guy definitely won't have the taller man's reach advantage, which will likely mean he'll get hit a helluva lot more times than the number of blows he lands on Mace.

  Mandy's on the edge of the seat as soon as the bell rings, yellin’ out encouragement to her younger brother. I'm surprised and impressed by how much she knows about the different MMA moves and lingo. Unfortunately, her brother's youth immediately shows in the cage. He's way too cocky, walkin’ into his opponent's swings, tryin’ to get in his own instead of waitin’ for the openings with his superior reach. That mistake finally costs him when he takes an uppercut to his left side, right on the ribs. Seein’ her brother injured, Mandy gasps, and then grabs my knee, diggin’ her nails in reflexively. I cover her hand with mine, givin’ it a supportive squeeze.

  I have to admit that Mace is pretty damn tough. He recovers quickly from the rib hit, and throws a few of his own body shots that land. When one of his jabs to the chin throws his opponent off balance, Mace shoots in. Grabbin’ the other man's legs, Mace takes him down to the canvas. After that, it's a cakewalk when Mace easily mounts the guy's wide open back. He maneuvers into a perfect but brutal rear naked choke hold. Within seconds the submission gives Mace the win. The ref calls the fight and Mandy jumps to her feet, cheerin’ for her brother along with the whole warehouse full of people.

  I glance over at Senn while Mandy's still standin’, tiltin’ my head toward the cage to silently ask what he thinks of Mace's performance. He gives a quick nod of agreement, confirmin’ what I thought. Mace has some pretty decent potential, not just as a fighter but as an entertainer, which is always what the IFC looks for when signin’ new blood. Not only do you have to kick ass in the cage, but you have to do it in a way that gets people talkin’ and watchin’. I feel a little better knowin’ that Senn agrees with me, since his opinion has nothin’ to do with the fact that he's desperate for a chance to keep seein’ the fighter's sister.

  As soon as Mace's arm is raised as the winner, he celebrates with a group of guys who, at first glance, look up to no good. With neck tattoos, face piercings, and thick coats that are probably hidin’ weapons, the group puts off a clear gangster vibe of "Fuck the world", which might be a problem for Mace in the IFC if he already has a criminal record. A few seconds later, the fighter comes over to hug his sister who is only about half his size.

  "Well?" Mace asks. He’s still sweaty, bloody, and breathin’ hard from exertion. He steels his jaw, attemptin’ to hide his desperation for my approval, but it doesn’t work. Shit, I know how important an opportunity like this is to a young guy like him. It's everything to the kid, and an easy thing for me to do to give him a shot. Even if he wasn't Eve Kelly's brother, I think he has potential since he’s a pretty decent striker and has a good ground game. He’s worth what little risk there is for me to pay his way.

  "Come by Havoc tomorrow and we'll get you signed up," I say, offerin’ him a handshake. He blinks at me in shock for a few moments before his face breaks into a grin and he finally accepts my hand, even though his gloves are still on.

  "Hell yes!" he exclaims. "Thank you. I promise you won't fucking regret it!" I hope I won't, but at worst, he'll give up and walk out the door, after havin wasted our coaches’ time, and at best, hell, he could be a champion in the makin’. "We're celebrating tonight! After party at Vito's! You guys coming, sis?" he asks, lookin’ back and forth between me and Mandy.

  I figured this fightin’ pit was one of Vito Scarfone's underground operations. The modern day mobster has his hands in everything shady, including VS Productions, the company that produces Mandy's pornos. With his extensive connections, including some possibly in law enforcement, he always seems to escape gettin’ nailed with actual criminal charges. He's not someone I want to be publicly associated with, but when Mandy and her friend say they're goin’, and Senn begs me to say yes with pleading amber eyes, I decide Mandy's offer from earlier is definitely worth the risk.

  "Yeah we're in," I agree. "Can we follow you ladies?" I ask Mandy.

  "Sure," she replies, and when she smiles up at me I instantly know I made the right decision.

  Thirty minutes later the four of us are walkin’ into the big ass mansion that's out all alone in the middle of nowhere. Plenty of privacy for a thug to do whatever he wants without a
ny witnesses I think cynically. While the three story house is classy, with marble floors and crystal chandeliers, somethin’ about being in this place makes my skin crawl. Especially when I see Slick Rick, Mandy's manager or whatever the fuck he is, loungin’ on one of the black leather couches in the living room with a shot glass in his hand. His beady eyes light up like I'm his best friend when he sees me. After the girls walk away to find the bathroom, Slick Rick approaches me and Senn with a smirk on his face.

  "How much are you willing to pay to fuck her?" he asks without a greeting or preamble. My fists automatically clench up at my sides.

  "Nothin’," I snarl, barely refrainin’ from knockin’ his head off his shoulders. "If I ever fuck her it'll be because she wants to, not because I paid her."

  "You sure about that?" he asks, watchin’ me over the rim of his wine glass when he takes a sip. "Girls like her only fuck for money, and you know she’d be worth every penny."

  ...

  Claire

  When Kylie and I step out of the first floor bathroom, actually using it this time not just for chitchatting, James is waiting for me in the hallway.

  "We need to talk. In private," he says, looking at Kylie pointedly.

  "Fine," I agree just to get it over with, so I can get back out to Linc. "I'll be out in a minute," I tell Kylie before she walks away. James grabs my arm and drags me back into the bathroom I just came from, locking the door. "What do you want?" I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.

  "Not only has he agreed to do a movie, but he said he'd even pay you fifteen grand for it. You'll get the entire lump sum, since the revenue on this masterpiece will be enormous."

  "No. That's complete bullshit," I immediately respond. There's no way Linc would agree to a porno.

  "All right, then. If you don't want to do it, I'll just have to call and get Mandy to come over, because it's going down here tonight. No crew as part of the deal, just a realistic looking hookup, you know, scandalous sex tape style. We’re gonna do it in one of Vito's rooms with plenty of cameras." He pulls out his cell phone from the pocket of his khakis, and I can hear it ringing next to his ear moments later.

  Oh God. This cannot be happening! The idea of Linc with my fucked up sister...oh shit, my stomach heaves as I place a hand over it, on the verge of throwing up in the toilet behind me.

  "Mandy," James says into the phone. "Where are you? Need you to get over to Vito's. Fuck the fighter tonight and that's fifteen off the twenty-seven you owe."

  No, no, no. Is Linc really that desperate that he'd pay to have sex? And he doesn't care if everyone sees it happen? Why!?! It just doesn't make sense. Earlier tonight...when things started heating up...didn't he know I wanted him, too, without him paying money?

  Could I do it? Could I actually screw him to make more than half of the debt Mandy owes? I'd rather it be me than her, that's for fucking sure. In fact, I would have slept with him for free, probably tonight even, so is this really that big of a deal? Yes, thousands of people will see me naked, fucking a man. But they'll all assume it's my sister, not me. No one but me, James and Mandy will ever know the truth.

  "I'll do it," I blurt out.

  "Never mind," James says to Mandy, and with an evil smile of triumph, he ends the call. "Here's what you're going to do, you pretend like it's just the two of you alone. Don't mention the cameras or look for them since we’ll be recording. Blow him, ride him, fuck him as many times as he can get it up in case we need to edit. The more vocal you are the better, even if it's all fake."

  Oh God. Am I actually going through with this? If it was anyone but Linc, then hell no. It's not the having sex with him part that even bothers me. It's him paying for it, like I'm a whore and he can get whatever he wants by throwing around his money. I really thought he was a decent guy who cared about more than screwing me, so finding out he's not makes me sad and disappointed that I completely misjudged him. Yet, at the same time, who am I to cast stones when he won't even be fucking the woman he thinks he's paying for because of my enormous lie.

  "Come on," James says. "I'll show you the room, make sure it's ready, and you can bring him up."

  I swallow down the case of nerves as best I can and follow him up the spiral staircase to the second story of the mansion. James steps into a regular looking bedroom and adjusts the lighting with the dial on the wall so that's it's not too bright or too dark. There's a huge, four poster king bed in the middle of the spacious room with a thick, white comforter covering it; one that looks like it would be awesome to sleep underneath. Not that I'll have a chance to find out.

  Even though I seek them out, I don't see a single camera. Good. Maybe the angles will be awful, and the two of us will only be two dark silhouettes like some of those celebrity sex tapes on the Internet.

  Going over to one of the bedside tables, James opens the top drawer and grabs a handful of colorful foils, and then throws them on the bed. "Since we haven't had time to screen either of you, regulation requires that you wear these each time. Try to use them all," he says with a slimy grin. Knowing he'll likely be watching Linc and I live from some other room the whole time we're together makes me shiver with disgust. The fact that the idea of him watching makes me more uncomfortable with the actual event going down with Linc is scary.

  Ready to get this over with, I go back downstairs looking for Linc. There’s only a slight shake of nervousness in my hand that's gripping the banister. My heart sinks to my stomach with each step, since this is not how I imagined my first time with him. No, I pictured our first time, if we ever had one, would be nice and sweet but with sparks flying like crazy, and then we'd fall asleep in each other's arms and wake up to do it all over again in the middle of the night and the next morning. Stupid of me to want such a thing, I know, but I can’t help it. I’m a girl.

  I find Linc still standing near the foyer with Senn and Kylie. He's gorgeous and perfect, and at the moment I hate him just a little for ruining the good guy image with one stupid decision.

  "Let's go," I say to him, grabbing his hand to get him upstairs before I chicken out. If I turn him down now, he'll find out that I've been lying to him this whole time. Not only will he be pissed at me, but then he might actually agree to screw the real Eve Kelly, since he admitted that he’s so obsessed with her. Her. The kinky porn star. Not me, the lying waitress. There's absolutely no way I can sit back and let my sister corrupt this man. He deserves better than her. Linc deserves better than me, too, but if this is what he wants, then so be it. After we do this tonight, everything will change. There won't be any going back or going forward, which I really fucking hate. But I refuse to do anything else sex related with Linc for money, no matter how much it is. This is it. Fifteen thousand for a video. I'll figure out how to get the rest of the money Mandy owes from somewhere, and I know Mason will help me any way he can.

  "Ah, where are we goin’?" Linc asks, planting his feet to keep me from moving him.

  "Upstairs. The room's ready," I tell him, then over to Senn and Kylie, "We might be awhile."

  "Whoa, Mandy," Linc says from behind me as he follows me up the steps, his huge palm sweaty against mine. "Why are we goin’ upstairs?"

  "To fuck. That's what you wanted, right?" I ask, unable to help the bitchy, biting way the words come out as we walk into the room and I shut and lock the door.

  "Wait a second," he says with his hands grasping my shoulders while my trembling hands go to the top of his jeans. "What are you doin’?"

  "You still wanna come in my mouth, right?" I look up into his navy blue eyes to ask as I pop the button and lower his zipper. Without looking away, I ease my hand down into the front of his boxer briefs. When my fingers wrap around his large, unaroused cock, I get concerned about how much of him I'll be able to swallow once he's hard. A few strokes later he swells and his breath rushes out of his lungs.

  "Why are you...you don't have to...oh fuck," he mutters before he grabs my face between both of his strong hands and his lips crash down a
gainst mine. The kiss is intense and just as passionate as the one Friday and earlier tonight. Only this one holds the promise of more to come, so it's urgent, almost desperate. I keep stroking him, knowing that when the Cock Ness Monster makes its public debut he'll probably prefer for it to be in all of its huge glory. When I try to step away, Linc pulls me right back, so I ask against his lips, "Where would you rather have my mouth? Kissing your lips or sucking your cock?"

  "Both," he says and his lips curl up in a smile against mine. "But my cock has been pretty adamant about his choice ever since you told me I could come in your mouth."

  I kneel down in front of him, lowering his jeans and black boxers as I go until his erection bobs free. Whoa! Boy is he big, even more impressive now that it's completely unleashed. I’d guess at least ten full inches, thickest at the base, and seeming to narrow just slightly all the way up to the circumcised tip. It’s almost as if his cock felt bad for the vaginas destined to try and take it all, so it kindly offers a gradually expanding penetration experience.

  Warmth pools between my legs, and I realize that I actually want to have him fill up the aching emptiness, but I’d really like to taste him first. Forgetting everything else, I pretend it’s just me and him, together because we want to be, no ulterior motives. The fact is, I’m looking forward to pleasuring him until he finishes in my mouth. I agreed to do it earlier for that same reason. It's definitely a two-handed job, though, so I grab a hold and wet my lips before sealing them around his crown.

  "Fuck, yes," he groans, slapping a palm against the wall next to him like he’s suddenly feeling off balance. Good. If he wants to be in a movie so be it, but I’m not going easy on him. That’s how I plan to get my payback, unravel him in the most explosive way possible for the whole world to see.

  I flick my tongue over his dripping slit and it's instantly replaced with the taste of more salty pre-cum. Over the years, I haven't given many blowjobs, but I've done enough to know he's probably not gonna last very long. Let’s see just how fast I can make him come. I look up at him as I slide my mouth over his thickening length toward his body, working to take more of him.