The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  When he could manage to control his legs again, he ambled back toward the bar. Zane was no longer around. Thank God. The last thing he wanted to do was chat about what he’d seen.

  “Water,” he said to the bartender, who nodded and handed him a bottle.

  The club didn’t serve alcohol. If they had, Conner would have asked for the entire bottle of something stiff and taken about a dozen shots to get the image of Sabrina’s fine ass out of his head.

  “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He needed air.

  Conner headed for the entrance, which was at the back of the building, spilling into the parking lot instead of the street. The arrangement allowed people to come and go from Extreme without encountering the general public between their cars and the door. Many patrons arrived and left severely underdressed.

  As soon as Conner stepped outside, he nodded at the guard, Frank, and leaned against the side of the building, several yards away from the door. He was supposed to meet up with Rafe and Mason later. He hated to bail on them and hoped if he hid for a while, he could avoid Sabrina and catch his friends outside when they arrived.

  It was with this idea in mind that he took several deep breaths, crossed his legs at the ankles, and let his head fall back to rest against the wall.

  ∙•∙

  Sabrina couldn’t breathe.

  Doug continued to mold his hands to her burning rear cheeks, but she hadn’t breathed for so long she wasn’t sure she remembered how. He was an attentive Dom. He knew something was up, and he circled back toward her face and kneeled in front of her. “You okay, Sabrina?”

  She stared at him for several moments, blinking. Her mind could only process the sexy Dr. Bascott, who had made eye contact with her and then fled as if the place were on fire. She had seen him correctly, right? She knew she had. After a semester of lusting after every aspect of that man, she would know him anywhere. Hell, even if all she saw was his hand or his elbow, she would know him. That’s how much time she’d spent staring at his every feature for four months.

  That would have been enough to cause her to pause. But after he busted into that restroom two months ago and fucked her against the door, her last brain cell had been sucked out. She was ruined for other men. Hell, she was ruined for other Doms.

  Doug was a nice guy. More than nice. She wanted to feel something for him. In fact, she’d worked hard for the last month of seeing him to make that happen.

  Professor Bascott shattered that hard work in two point five seconds.

  Before the incident at King Pizza, she never acted on her lust for the sexy professor. She wasn’t stupid. Besides, she assumed there was surely a Mrs. Bascott, even though the man didn’t wear a wedding ring. At the very least, he had to have a girlfriend. That’s how fucking sexy he was.

  He didn’t look like a British literature professor—whatever a British literature professor was supposed to look like. He looked more like a bodybuilder. But the man was passionate about his literature, and he knew it well.

  The only thing that dampened his good looks was his attitude. Although he clearly enjoyed teaching and loved his job, he treated her with a certain level of distain the entire semester. She didn’t think she imagined it. He never spoke to the other students with quite the same level of frustration. It didn’t make him less sexy, however. And she hated that fact even more.

  Sabrina blinked in an effort to dislodge herself from her wandering mind and return to the present. It was impossible. The scene was ruined.

  “Sabrina,” Doug repeated.

  She licked her lips. “Sorry. I spaced.” What was she supposed to say? I just saw the man of my dreams, and he turned around and hightailed out of the room as though I’d bitten him.

  Doug set a hand on her shoulder. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. Suddenly she had very little interest in him. This was the first time she’d come with him to this particular club, and she wasn’t sure if she thoroughly regretted the decision or wanted to thank Doug.

  Nope. She was sure. Regret. Now she would have images of Dr. Bascott filling her brain for weeks again. She’d finally gotten to the point where she didn’t think of him every other minute since the last time she’d seen him. It was almost October, for heaven’s sake. She needed to shake Dr. Bascott and move on.

  The unexpected made her head spin. “I’m sorry, Sir. I seem to have broken the scene. Can we try it again another night?”

  “Of course, hon.” Doug smoothed her skirt back over her butt and helped her stand. He held her hand as she steadied herself. “You feel okay?”

  She scrunched her face. The perfect excuse. “Just a headache. Thought it would go away. Guess it’s distracting me.”

  He pulled her in close and hugged her against his chest. Her ass stung where her skirt swayed against her exposed cheeks, but she hadn’t slipped into a subspace that required recovery. What she needed was to get the hell out of Extreme quickly before she saw Dr. Bascott again and made a fool of herself.

  She lifted her face. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll call it a night.” Thank God they’d arrived in separate cars. The last thing she needed was to sit in awkward silence with Doug on the way back to her condo.

  “Okay, hon. You sure you’re all right?”

  “Yeah. Call me tomorrow?”

  “Of course.” Doug squeezed her closer and planted a kiss on the top of her head. He turned toward the hall, still holding her hand. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

  “Thanks, Doug.” She squeezed his hand, silently thanking God Doug was so nice and easygoing. She felt like a bitch for leaving him like this and practically lying about it at the same time.

  At the entrance, Doug kissed her softly on the lips and held her face tipped back to stare into her eyes. “You sure you’re okay?”

  “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

  “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  She smiled and headed out the door.

  The man who worked at the entrance nodded. Frank. He introduced himself when she arrived. “You need help getting to your car?”

  “Nope. It’s close. You’ll be able to see me from here.” She could spot her dark red Honda Accord in the second row of the parking lot.

  She turned to step in that direction when she noticed movement out of her peripheral vision. Her automatic response was to glance that way. She was a smart girl. It wasn’t prudent to ignore her surroundings in a dark parking lot late at night.

  Her breath caught for the second time. Dr. Bascott. She couldn’t see his face in the shadows, but she would know his stance anywhere. And now that she’d turned to face him, she had no choice but to acknowledge their acquaintance. She cleared her throat and took several steps toward him, her head held high.

  Before she could say a word, he beat her. “Aren’t you kinda young for this sort of thing, Ms. Duluth?”

  Sabrina gasped. “Pardon?”

  His voice was gruff, accusatory. “Which word didn’t you understand?”

  Jesus. The nerve. Was there any reason for him to be such an ass? They were both adults. So they’d run into each other at a local club. That wasn’t a crime. No need to be an ass about it. It wasn’t her fault he’d fucked her in a pizza restaurant bathroom. If he regretted it, that was on him.

  She was on the defensive immediately, however. There was no way to avoid it. She wasn’t a woman used to being stepped on. Sure, she dabbled in BDSM. She had for several years. But she was smart enough to know the power was all hers. If she chose to give herself over to a Dom for an evening of fun, it was her decision.

  “How old do you think I am?”

  Dr. Bascott chuckled. “Too young for a fetish club.”

  “Is that so? Isn’t the age requirement eighteen?”

  “Yep. But that’s way too young in my opinion. No one that age knows themselves well enough to practice submission, or dominance for that matter.”

  “Huh.” She set her hands on her hips and glared at him. She was close enough now to
make out the edges of his face, but she couldn’t read his expression. He stood in the shadow of the building. She was aware the reverse wasn’t true. He could see her fine. The outside light hit her in the face, making her squint. “I guess as long as I’m eighteen, I should be able to make my own choices with regard to where I hang out and with whom.”

  “With whom?” He chuckled again. “I never saw you fraternize with anyone in class. You don’t sound like a college student. Even an English major has worse grammar at your age.”

  She cocked her hip to one side, fighting the urge to slap him. She lowered her voice, glancing around to make sure no one could hear her. Frank wasn’t paying any attention. “I wasn’t too young for you to fuck in a public bathroom. But now I’m too young to frequent a club you happen to attend?” She didn’t hesitate before she continued. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m twenty-six, and I’m pretty sure I’m capable of making up my own mind about how I spend my evenings.”

  “Twenty-six?” He righted himself, pushing off from the wall and stepping into the light. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

  What did that mean? “Listen, obviously it pisses you off to no end that I would dare to appear at the same club as you. Don’t worry. I won’t return. I don’t know why you need to be such an asshole about it. It’s hardly my fault you were here tonight.”

  “Good. As long as we agree on one thing.”

  “Seriously? That’s all you have to say? You’re an ass.”

  He flinched, his eyes going wide. “You shouldn’t cuss. It’s unbecoming.”

  “Fuck you. You spend the entire semester being a complete dick to me, without speaking more than a few words, you fuck me in a restaurant, and then you run into me at a club and wig out like you own the planet and my presence anywhere near your vicinity is appalling. I do live in this city. I can assure you I’ll probably run into you from time to time. It happens. I eat at restaurants, drink coffee, grocery shop. It’s life.”

  Dr. Bascott stepped closer. “I wasn’t an ass to you all semester.” He winced. He had been, and he knew it.

  She hesitated and then rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. Even the other students wondered why you acted like I had the plague.”

  He winced again, but didn’t comment on her observation. Instead, he changed the subject. “Who was that Dom you were with? He’s too old for you.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? You have some nerve. Why do you care who the hell I sub for? Or fuck for that matter? You don’t even like me.” Her voice rose, and she fought to control her emotions. She could feel her cheeks heat with fury. He might be a sexy god, but that didn’t mean she liked who he was on the inside. “Like I said, it’s none of your fucking business. I’ll choose my Doms, thank you. Although I’ll be lucky if Doug ever calls me again after the way you disrupted my scene.”

  Dr. Bascott chuckled. “Me? I didn’t do shit. If you got distracted, that’s on you.”

  She gasped. He was right. Still an ass. But right.

  “What are you, jealous?” The words slipped out unbidden before she could filter her response. He acted like a jealous teenager, though.

  He shook his head and took another step toward her. Only a few feet separated them now. “I don’t date students. And why would I care who you fuck?”

  The way he said fuck was so harsh, she stepped back. “You shouldn’t.” She turned away from him and took two steps toward her car, hoping her legs would carry her that far before she lost her ability to command her muscles to move. She twisted to look back over her shoulder as she walked away. “I’m not a student anymore, big guy. I was only taking that one class.” She bit her lip as she strode away, head held high, wondering why the hell she bothered to tell him that.

  She was surprised he hadn’t known before he thrust his cock into her. He could get fired for fraternizing with a student. Just thinking about what they’d done that day made her pussy cream all over again.

  As if it hadn’t been wet and waiting to do it again for two months.

  ∙•∙

  Conner watched Sabrina’s sexy backside as she strode toward her car without looking back. God, she was hot. Smokin’ hot. Her ass swayed as she walked, and he wondered if it was intentional. She tossed her hair over her shoulders. And she was not eighteen, but twenty-six. Still too young for the likes of him, but not a teenager. And not a student.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  He watched her get into her car and drive away before he turned around and headed back inside. He’d intended to leave. But whoever Doug was, he decided he needed to have words with the man.

  Sabrina Duluth was under his skin. He never wanted to see her again, but he sure didn’t want her coming to Extreme. This was his territory. She and her Dom could go elsewhere.

  Nope, he wasn’t fond of that idea either. He didn’t want to think about her with the man she’d been with this evening. Notably she hadn’t left with Doug, but after the weird confrontation Conner had with her, she’d probably been unnerved by the Dom and called the evening off early.

  Good.

  Oh, yeah. He was a world-class asshole. He didn’t want her for himself. And the Dom she was with needed to lay off also. Both of them were too old for her anyway.

  Keep telling yourself that, Conner.

  It didn’t take long to find Doug sitting at the bar with a soda in his hand. After all, his date had fled the building.

  Conner sidled up next to the guy, his gaze roaming up and down the man’s body. He was tall. Not as tall as Conner’s six four, but almost. In either case, they both towered over Sabrina’s tiny frame. She was at least a foot shorter than Conner. Maybe five two. Doug wasn’t nearly as built as Conner, but few men who didn’t fight MMA on the side were.

  “Sorry, man,” Conner said as he took the stool next to Doug.

  Doug furrowed his brow. “For what?”

  Suddenly it occurred to Conner that perhaps Sabrina hadn’t mentioned to her date why she was leaving. “I saw your date leave. I might have had something to do with that.”

  “What?” Doug twisted his body to face Conner.

  “She saw me watching your scene. I know her. I think she was stunned.” That sounded polite enough.

  “Ah.” Doug took a drink of his soda. “I wondered what her deal was. One second she was all in, and the next she was…well, all out.” He smiled. “Has she subbed for you before?”

  “Oh. Hell no. Nothing like that. I’m way too old for her.”

  Doug flinched. “You can’t be older than me.”

  Conner swallowed hard. Doug was right. He was probably older. Open mouth. Insert foot. “Maybe, but I don’t Dom for women that young.”

  “She’s twenty-six. I know she looks much younger, but trust me, I asked for her driver’s license the first night we met.” Doug laughed. “I didn’t believe it myself.”

  Conner forced a smile. He hadn’t actually been sure what to believe when Sabrina announced the same thing outside.

  “So, how do you know her?”

  “She took a class at the university last semester. I was the professor.”

  “Ah, she mentioned that class. Said the teacher was a dick.” Doug didn’t drop Conner’s gaze. The man had some balls.

  Conner didn’t doubt Sabrina said that about him, considering what she insinuated outside, but it smarted.

  “Yeah, well…” What, dude?

  “You want her.” Doug grinned. He didn’t phrase the statement as a question.

  “Of course not.”

  “You do. And you’re fucking jealous she was here with me.”

  Doug was astute. Conner couldn’t really dispute this claim. It was spot on. “Maybe. Look, I’d appreciate it if you’d back off.”

  “From Sabrina? Fuck no. That woman is sexy and funny, and she makes my cock hard every time I’m near her. If you hadn’t shown up and fucked up my scene, I would have finally had her in my bed tonight.” Doug stood, leaving his can on the co
unter. “Not a goddamn chance in hell I’m giving her up without a fight.” He glanced up and down Conner’s body. “You may outweigh me by several pounds, but I can take you in other areas, especially since she thinks you’re an ass.”

  Doug had a point. Again.

  Conner didn’t know why he was posturing with this guy. He hadn’t come over here to play cave man. But something had changed. And he was no longer quite so certain Sabrina wasn’t someone he wanted to get to know better.

  It pleased him immensely to find out she’d never slept with Doug.

  Doug turned around and walked away. In a few seconds, he headed for the door, never glancing back at Conner.

  Doug had one thing on Conner. That was for sure. He had Sabrina’s phone number and address. Conner had neither. “Fuck me.”

  As if he didn’t have enough on his mind, the second Doug left, someone else took his place at the bar, her hand sliding down Conner’s back with a precision that told Conner exactly who he would face when he twisted toward the stool next to him.

  Sure enough, there she was. In the flesh.

  “Hello, Conner.” Her syrupy sweet voice grated on his nerves with those two words. When he didn’t respond to her, she stuck out her bottom lip and put on her pouty face. “What? No smile? No hey, Missy, how are ya?” She flipped her fake blonde hair over her shoulder and batted her blue eyes.

  What the hell he’d ever seen in her, he didn’t know, but she was officially on his last nerve. “Not in the mood, Missy. Got a lot on my mind.”

  Missy leaned into him, pressing her enormous fake tits against his forearm. She ran her hand up his bicep and gave him more of her syrupy voice. “Bet I can help you forget your troubles.”

  Her touch did nothing for him. He wondered how it ever had. Instead of making him desire her, her fingers on his arm made him wince. He’d gotten a bigger hard-on for the feisty woman in the parking lot who did nothing but throw obscenities at him than Missy. Of course, Sabrina’s cute little frame was more his type anyway. But when she cocked her hip to one side and took him to task… “Not tonight, Missy.” Not ever.