Linc (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 3)

by Hart, Lane

  Eyes remainin’ closed, Claire moans and lifts her hips in invitation, so I pull back all the way and thrust forward. "That's it. Just a little more." I drive into her again, until I’m unable to go any farther.

  “Oh God! Oh God!” she cries out at the same time her pussy clamps down around my cock. “So good.”

  “Now hold on tight, baby, I’m just gettin’ started,” I tell her, movin’ her hands up to the edge of the desk above her head so that she’s grippin’ it. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll never forget the feelin’ of my cock."

  I grab both of her ass cheeks and lift them for the angle I need to go as deep as possible. Then I start poundin’ my cock into her, so fervently that the heavy, wooden desk jumps across the floor.

  "Uh God, Linc," Claire cries out, archin’ her back and breakin’ character when I feel her legs start to tremble. "I'm gonna…huuh!"

  "Fuckkk," I groan at the exquisite sensation of her coming on my cock. "You naughty girl. You're tryin’ your best to make me come inside you."

  When her moans get louder, I cover her mouth with mine as she bucks and writhes underneath me through her release. After the last of her tremors, I pull my cock out and grab her by her arms to lift her until she's standin’. With her feet touchin’ the ground, I push her down to her wobbly knees in front of me.

  "You ever put those pouty lips around a cock before, Miss Reed?" I ask with a smile, strokin’ my length that’s drenched with her arousal with one hand and grippin’ the back of her hair with the other.

  She shakes her head, playin’ along. "N-no, sir." I about come right there when she licks her lips.

  "All you have to do is open wide and suck me hard. But I'm not gonna go easy fuckin’ your mouth just because it's your first time.” I pull her forward so she takes more than half of my Cock Ness Monster on the first thrust. I withdraw, and then start pumpin’ my hips into her mouth over and over, becomin’ frantic as I chase the building release. She moans around her mouthful with each of my strokes and I can’t last much longer. "Suck me harder, baby. Harder! Fuck yes!" I shout, and then possibly even lose time as the pleasurable rush fills my veins while my cum fills her mouth. With the last pulse from my cock, I’m left happily sated and my body is completely relaxed. When I look down, Claire’s watchin’ me with a smile before her tongue runs along my half hard cock like it's a lollipop.

  “Jesus, Claire.” I yank her to her feet and cover her mouth with mine. "That was really fuckin’ fun," I tell her when I pull back so we can both try and catch our breath.

  A lazy, satisfied smile stretches across her beautiful face. "So you like role playing, huh?" she asks.

  "God yes. Thank you."

  "You're welcome," she replies with one last quick kiss before we both get redressed.

  “That outfit is…goddamn," I tell her, watchin’ as she unfortunately covers up her breasts again.

  "Um, yeah," Claire says. "It's Mandy's." Her words are spoken absently but after she says them she looks up at me for my reaction.

  "The movies are gone," I assure her. "Backyard bonfire. And you just gave me one of the most erotic fucks of my life. Every naughty fantasy I have is about you now. What we've done, what I want us to do." I pull her into my arms just to feel her curvy body against mine again. "No one else, okay?"

  She nods and gives me a shy smile before she says, "I better go or I'm gonna be late for work."

  Reluctantly, I let her go, and barely refrain from tellin’ her she doesn’t have to work the shitty, long hour, low wage waitress job. That I want to take care of her, so she can do any fuckin’ thing she wants. I figure that’s all too soon, and she wouldn’t let me anyway.

  After her coat is buttoned all the way down to conceal the sexiness underneath, she's ready to leave.

  "I'll walk you out," I tell her, unlockin’ the door and reachin’ for her hand. I intertwine her fingers with mine as I lead the way to the front. I'm expectin’ all of the eyes of every guy in the place to gawk at us, probably guessin’ right away what we've been doin’, if they didn't actually get confirmation from the sounds. I’m just not expectin’ the weight of the sad, puppy dog brown eyes from my past.

  Fuck.

  Abby's standin’ with her back to the front counter, talking to Senn. When she glances over and sees us her face falls. I feel bad that she's seeing me with Claire, but I never said or did anything to make her think the two of us could get back together. I'm pretty sure that's what she wanted, but I was nowhere near that line of thinkin’.

  Since there's no way to avoid her in order to get Claire out the front door, I try to figure out how to handle this. And I come up completely fuckin’ blank. Fuckin' hell.

  I look to my best friend, pleadin’ with my eyes for Senn to bail me out of this disaster I'm rapidly approachin’.

  "Well, it was good seeing you again, Abby," he says before smilin’ and walkin’ off. Asshole. Now alone, Abby turns to face me and Claire and says, "Hey." Her skin seems lighter and posture looks deflated. I can't help but wonder if it's because of what's happenin’ or side effects of the chemo she started this week.

  "Hey," I mutter in response, knowin’ there's nothin’ I can do now but introduce the two women. Past meet the future, future meet the past. Past please for the love of God don't fuck with my future. "Abby, this is..." Shit what do I call her? Of course I think of Claire as my girlfriend, but do I really need to rub that in Abby's face while she's sick? "My friend Claire," I end up sayin’. When Claire scoffs and jerks her hand from mine I know I've royally fucked up with her, tryin’ to spare Abby's feelings. "Claire this is my friend Abby." I try to use the same term to repair the damage, but have a feelin’ it may be too late. Now with that out of the way, I look back and forth between the two women as they size each other up, neither offerin’ the other a handshake or even a polite smile. The awkward silent standoff feels like the calm before the storm.

  "If I knew you had plans this afternoon, I wouldn't have stopped by," Claire says, makin’ me wince at her meaning. She drove all the way over here from Durham to let me fuck her on my desk in the best way possible. The smell of sex is still lingerin’ on us, and there's another woman here to see me. I know it must look bad to Claire, and I'm sort of regrettin’ not mentionin’ Abby to her by name before this moment.

  "I didn't have plans. We don't have plans," I tell her. "I'm sure Abby just stopped in to say hello to everyone."

  "Sorry," Abby says with a small smile. My tense muscles even relax a little thinkin’ we might escape with only minor tropical depression damage. Well, until she follows up her apology with, "But I didn't think you would mind since I dropped by all those times last week. Oh, and you were definitely free Friday night."

  Goddamn it.

  "So you're the old friend from Linc's past that he saw last week and, how did he word it, he said you fucked him over in the worst possible way?" Claire quickly puts two and two together, snappin’ at Abby with a feistiness I had no idea she had in her. It’s sexy as fuck, but now we've clearly skipped tropical storm status and jumped right into a full blown hurricane.

  That round may have gone to Claire, but I can tell by the red flush spreadin’ across Abby's face that she's just startin’ to get wound up. Which can't be good for me.

  Help! I’m declarin’ this a state of emergency. Lookin’ around the gym for someone to save me from this oncomin’ shit storm, I come up empty. Everyone snickers and glances away, tellin’ me I'm on my own.

  "Yes, that would be me," Abby replies sharply. "And you look really familiar." Abby taps her index finger to her lip, and I know it’s just for show. Batten down the hatches, she’s about to blow. "Oh I know!” Abby exclaims. “You're that girl from the porno, right? I didn’t recognize you with clothes on."

  Damn. I haven't even talked to Abby about the movie, but everyone else in the world knows so...

  "That...was all a misunderstandin’," I say in Claire's defense. Both women break their standoff to glare at me.
The message I receive from their blue and brown daggers? Shut the fuck up.

  Shit. This is so not good. Neither of them look inclined to back down anytime soon. If fact I have a feelin’ it's about to get worse with a possible level five devastation. It's like a head on collision that I can only sit back and watch as a bystander. "Claire, didn't you say you were runnin’ late for work?" I try as a last resort, to put an end to this awkwardness.

  "I am," she says through clenched teeth. "But only because you turned a quickie into a, well, what's the opposite, a longie?"

  I swipe a palm over my face knowin’ we’ve sustained catastrophic damage after she comes right out and admits we just fucked.

  "Quickies have never really been Linc’s thing,” Abby says with a smirk. “Even after three years together, one round was never enough for him-"

  "Holy. Fuck. That is definitely enough!" I interrupt, steppin’ in between the two of them. "If we're gonna do this right now, can we at least go talk in my office?"

  "Where you just fucked her?" Abby asks with a wrinkled nose.

  "Fine! Outside. Now!" I order them, hatin’ myself for lettin’ shit escalate to this point in the middle of the fuckin’ gym because I was bein’ a pussy. They were supposed to exchange polite, awkward greetings and then both go on their way, not go on the attack! Now I have no choice but to be brutally honest.

  As soon as we get on the sidewalk I decide to throw it all out there, tryin’ to expedite the fallout instead of postponin’ it any longer. I turn to Claire first since she's the most important one of the two. My present and hopefully future. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she waits with a raised eyebrow for me to start talkin’.

  "Claire, Abby and I dated back in high school. It was a long time ago. Until last week I hadn't seen her in five years and had no intention of seein’ her again when she dropped by and told me she's movin’ back to town because she has cancer." There. Deep breath. Halfway through.

  "We were engaged and I had his baby," Abby adds to my summary, makin’ Claire gasp and me groan in aggravation to the cloudless Carolina blue sky.

  "We weren’t officially engaged because she never agreed to marry me." I face Claire and am completely honest with her. "And the baby...Thomas was born a stillbirth at twenty weeks."

  Claire's narrowed eyes soften when she glances down at my necklace hiding underneath my shirt and says, "Oh God. I'm so sorry."

  That cleared up, I turn to the instigator, my past, pissed at her because she no longer has any claim on me. "Abby, Claire and I just started seein’ each other. It's new and good, and didn't concern you, since you and I are hardly even friends. That's why I didn't bother mentionin’ her to you. I didn't want to hurt your feelings because of what's goin’ on with your health right now. The truth is, we haven't made it official, but I consider Claire my girlfriend if she's still speakin’ to me at the end of this very unpleasant conversation you’ve caused."

  Lookin’ back and forth between the two, both have lowered their eyes, seemin’ to finally surrender the fight now that everythin’ has been aired. "Abby, you should probably go, and Claire, please let me walk you to your car so you can get to work."

  Both nod, and when Abby goes off in the direction of her car, Claire and I walk up to her white Honda. She opens the driver door, ready to bolt, but I reach for her hand and bring it up to my lips to kiss her knuckles in apology. "I'm so damn sorry about that shit, Claire. She was way out of line. Are you okay?" I ask. "Are we okay?"

  "That was...a lot to try and digest in just a few minutes," she replies, which in other words, means no, we're not fuckin’ okay. "You should've told me."

  "I know. I'm sorry. There's just been so much goin’ on, and the fact is, yeah, she is a big part of my past and always will be. I can't do anythin’ to change that, but you're the only one I want in my future."

  "I gotta go," she says, so I reluctantly let her hand go.

  "Be careful and don't speed. It's not worth it," I tell her, instead of what I want to say which is I’d gladly pay her to stay with me.

  By the time I walk back into the gym, Abby's car is gone from the parkin’ lot, too. Thank God.

  "Zelda, that...was an awesome cat fight," Jude says from behind the counter with his usual up-to-no-good grin stretched across his face. "I told the little feisty one that you were...busy, but she insisted she would wait you out."

  "Dude, what the fuck?" I ask him, redirectin’ the conversation away from the shit storm I just barely escaped from. "Do you ever actually train here, or are you plannin’ to hang up your gloves to become a receptionist?"

  "Look, fucker, since your ass never helps answer the phone or door, somebody has to do it," he replies.

  "We need to hire someone. Why haven't we done that?" I ask as I lean my elbows on the desk, puttin’ my back to all the pryin’ eyes I know are still on me after witnessin’ that whole debacle.

  "Um, well, I've lived here for what, two months now?” Jude says when he plops his ass back down on the stool behind the desk. “So I don't know of any receptionists right off, and I haven't had time to post an ad since I've been moving across a few states, covering the front and trying to fucking train every once in a while."

  "Maybe we can get Sadie to do the whole ad and interview thing to find someone. Will you ask her?"

  "Shit, she's so freaking stressed with her classes, I can't put that on her, too."

  "I'll do it," Senn says when he walks up beside me, apparently eavesdroppin’ on our conversation.

  "You want to find us a new receptionist?" I ask him in disbelief.

  "Yeah. Why not?" He replies with a shrug. "Here goes the help wanted ad: Must be friendly, outgoing, and…flexible with excellent oral skills. Experience multi-tasking in a fast paced environment preferred. Will be working the front on a routine basis, but occasionally may need to...get a little dirty in the back. Please provide at least three references."

  "I thought you were fuckin’ serious," I grumble.

  "I am being serious," he says, which is contradicted by his smile. "Come on. Let me take care of it. I bet Mace will help me out. That kid is fucking hilarious and a helluva wingman. We went out to some clubs Friday night, and no shit, he went home with not one but two gorgeous chicks! Oh, and he said we should get a couple of ring girls in bikinis to help out around here. Great fucking idea, right?"

  Sounds like Mace and Senn are gettin’ along just fine, which I'm glad to hear. I do hope they’ll at least spend a little more time trainin’ than tryin’ to sleep with every woman in a hundred mile radius. And Senn wonders why I want to keep him away from my sister.

  I look at Jude to see what he thinks about leavin’ the search for help up to those two jackasses. "Fuck it," Jude says. "Let them do it. Beats me havin’ to spend my days up here when I need to be spending all my time training to beat the World Champion."

  "Uh, you already have beat the World Champion," I say in confusion, since he just took my belt.

  "Yeah, the welterweight one, but not the middleweight. Yet."

  "Oh fuck!" Senn says at the same time I realize what he's sayin’.

  "You're challengin’ Jax's title?" I ask him in surprise.

  Jude nods. "Jax says he’s in if we can get the IFC to agree to let us fight for it."

  "Holy shit," I say offerin’ him a fist bump. "Good luck. Jax better watch out because I think you can take him."

  "Thanks," Jude replies. "I appreciate that. I know I'll never be able to knock him out, but I think I can make him submit. Worked on you."

  "Yeah, it did," I agree, flexin’ my arm that's almost as good as new. “Does that mean my belt will be back up for grabs again?”

  “I guess so,” Jude says with a smile. "So, back to the catfight. That shit was hot, right?" he asks Senn, who expresses his agreement. "Fuck yeah it was."

  "Maybe we should see how Sadie feels about your thoughts on this, 'hot catfight.'" Like I hoped, that sobered Jude right up and wiped the smile off his cock
y face.

  "Dirty motherfucker," he mutters before flippin’ me off, but thankfully walkin’ away.

  Now I just hope Claire is gonna let it go that easily.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Claire

  Sitting in my running car at the exit of the restaurant's parking lot, I try to decide whether to go left or right. Home or to Linc's. Spend the night alone, sulking, or spend it in the arms of a gorgeous, sweet man who will no doubt rock my world, several times. That reminds me of the comment his ex made earlier about him needing it more than once. Hussy.

  I'm still pissed that he didn't tell me about her, or the whole truth about her being an ex-girlfriend who came back into his life suddenly. Not just an ex-girlfriend. Those two have a long history, almost engaged and lost a baby together, which had to be devastating. But whatever was between them obviously came to an end five years ago, since they hadn't seen each other until last week.

  I turn right, deciding that I definitely want to see Linc and give him the benefit of the doubt. It’s not even a choice really, just a given. His porch light is on when I pull up half an hour later, so either he was expecting me or hoping I would show, since I haven't talked to him since I left him standing in the gym parking lot earlier today. Like usual, he steps out on the porch at the sound of my car crunching gravel, wearing nothing but a pair of black nylon shorts. I'm starting to think the man could do anything in the world to me and I would forgive him on sight. He's just so...good. It’s almost as if all his kindness and sweetness radiates from the top of his golden hair like a halo. And yeah, he might make mistakes, or a few imperfect decisions, but I don't think he'd ever do anything maliciously.

  "Hey," he says when I step on the porch. "I wasn't sure if you would show or not, but I'm really glad you did."

  "Me, too," I reply stepping into his waiting arms for a hug. The peaceful silence only lasts a moment because I need answers for what’s been weighing on my mind all day. “Have you been seeing her?” I ask him, straight to the point while staying pressed against him.