The Cocky Cage Fighter Six Book Box Set

by Lane Hart

  "Mmm, God, Jude," I moan. "You don't have to even get me undressed to make me feel good."

  "I'd prefer you undressed," he says, nipping at my ear. "You think you could stay over one night this weekend?"

  "Ah, probably. Brayden will say she's staying with me, when she'll really be at Graham's, and I can say I'm staying with her, then come here."

  "Your dad won't check up on you?" He laughs.

  "Nah. He trusts me."

  "Yeah, he trusted me, too-" Jude says then stops mid-sentence. "He wouldn't ever expect me to fool around with you behind his back."

  "Do you want to just tell him?" I ask. The question hangs heavy in the air between us like a plane wrote it across the sky.

  Chapter Ten

  Jude

  Do I want to tell Sadie's father that after he trusted me to take her to the prom as a favor, I'd fucked her and now I want to date her and keep fucking her? Hell no. He'd be so pissed. Coach would tell Sadie it was all a set up in exchange for a fight, and then she'd never speak to me again.

  "No. Not yet. Maybe after you start school?" I offer. Will we still see each other while she's away? Will she date other guys she meets there? Will I ever stop worrying about her dating other guys there? I don't have the answers to these questions, and they seem a little premature. All I know right now is Coach absolutely cannot find out about us.

  "Okay," Sadie agrees. "If that's what you want, but I don't think he'll be upset. I mean he swears the sun shines out of your and Jax's asses."

  That makes me laugh. "Yeah, we're his most profitable." Jax because he's the best in the world, and me because, well, it's like the world's waiting for me to kick some ass like him just because we're related. Everyone's going to be sorely disappointed when they realize that I'll never live up to his legacy.

  "Where are you going to college?" I ask, looking down into Sadie's beautiful, emerald eyes. I desperately want to change the subject.

  When she looks away I know I'm not going to like her answer. "After being on the waiting list, I just found out yesterday that I got into Duke."

  "Duke! Wow, that's awesome, Sadie." Although that means she would be hours and hours away from me and across several state lines.

  "Yeah, but I might just stay here and go to Georgetown."

  "What do you want to study?"

  "Sports Medicine. I'd like to be a physical therapist."

  "For MMA fighters?" I ask with a smile.

  "Of course."

  "I could see guys trying to get hurt, just so you'll treat them," I tell her.

  "Whatever," she says with an eye roll.

  "So which school has a better sports medicine program?" I ask.

  "Duke probably."

  "So what's the problem? Does Duke cost more?"

  "Not really. They're about the same, but I wouldn't have to pay room and board if I go to Georgetown. I could commute."

  "Which one would you rather attend?"

  "I don't know. My dad sent deposits for both to give me more time to decide," she replies with a grin. "Of course he wants me to stay."

  "But this is your decision."

  "Do you regret not going to college?" she asks.

  "Sometimes. I might go eventually if I get hurt and can't fight anymore. But I know that if I'd gone the college route instead, I would've missed fighting and probably always wondered how far I could've gone if I hadn't given it up."

  "All the way to a world championship," she says with a smile.

  "If I lose I might give up and get a degree," I joke.

  "What would you study?"

  "I don't know. Probably Intro to Wooing Sadie Briggs. Maybe Research and Development in Pleasuring Sadie Briggs. That last one would have a hands-on lab requirement."

  "I think you've already mastered both courses." She laughs. "Seriously, if you could have a career doing anything other than fighting, what would it be?"

  "Teaching maybe. Like little kids when they're sweet before they get to be all bratty. Jax has always said I'm immature so I would fit right in."

  "You're not immature. You're just fun and carefree while Jax has always been...an angry and uptight guy."

  "Yeah, growing up he had to deal with a lot more shit with our mom and all. I was so young I don't remember much about her. All I really know is that she was a teacher."

  "What happened to her?" Sadie asks. "I've never heard you or Jax mention her."

  I flop over to my back and run a hand over my face. Of course I've been thinking about my mom more today than most days. She gave birth to me, which is about the extent of her motherly duties. There's also the unopened envelope in my dresser that came in today's mail, just like the ones I've gotten on my birthday every year for the past nineteen years since she's been gone. My dad knows about them, but over the years we've made sure that Jax doesn't find out. I've never opened any of them because the woman hasn't ever sent him a single card on his birthday or any other holiday. What a bitch.

  "No one talks about her because there's nothing good to say," I finally reply.

  "Oh."

  "You know those stories on the news about high school teachers screwing their students?" I ask Sadie.

  "Um, yeah."

  "That was her. She was one of those women."

  I have to flip over to my stomach before I can keep going. I've had so much training to get off my back, I can't stand for both shoulders to be down for long.

  "When Jax was like ten years old he came home and caught our mom, in our parents' bed...with a sixteen-year-old boy."

  "Holy crap!" Sadie exclaims, covering her gaping mouth.

  "I was only two or three at the time and don't remember it. Jax said I was home, watching cartoons in the living room while our mother fucked a boy."

  "So what happened to her?"

  "Apparently, she yelled at Jax not to tell anyone. He was upset that night when our dad got home. Dad asked Jax what was wrong and eventually Jax told him everything, like he should have, of course, but it tore Jax up. Our dad threatened to go to the police, and she begged him to let her pack her things and leave with a head start first. So she left town with the sixteen-year-old."

  "Wow. I don’t even know what to say. I'm sorry." She trails her palm soothingly down my back.

  "I don't remember any of that, only what I've gotten out of Jax over the years. I don't even remember what she looked like since Dad got rid of all her pictures. Jax has always felt guilty, blaming himself for us losing our mother, and our dad losing his wife. But the way I see it, the woman made her own stupid decisions that had consequences. We've probably been better off without her."

  "I'm sure you are. You both turned out pretty great for just being raised by your dad."

  "Yeah, I guess we did," I agree. "When Jax kept getting in fights at school, our dad made a deal with him. If he could go a month without getting in trouble he'd let Jax take a kickboxing class. Sports and fighting are where he learned to channel all his anger. I think he was even angry at me. Of course, I still looked up to him even though he treated me like shit. I wanted to be a part of what he was doing just to be around him. To have something we could do together, you know? He basically ignored me and pretended I didn't exist until I started training. I guess we were like a package deal when we signed up with your dad."

  "I remember the first day you both came in. We'd just moved here and my dad was still getting the gym up and going. He knew then that the two of you were going to be champions."

  "I was only like fourteen, still all skinny and wimpy." I laugh.

  "But you were dedicated, even back then. You probably trained too much."

  "I wanted to be the best. I idolized my brother who made kicking everyone’s ass look easy, especially mine. Oh, and I probably watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and the Karate Kid too many times," I joke. "So what about your mom? Your parents divorced a few years ago, right?"

  Sadie looks away before answering. "Yeah and I have no idea why. My mom just didn't
want to be with my dad anymore. She moved out and didn't really seem to want me to go with her, so I stayed with him until we moved here."

  "And you don't see her much?" I ask.

  "I visit her a few times a year, not as much as I used to. I just...she's always busy doing her own thing. Dating new guys, obsessing over a new hobby, or going out with her friends. She never comes here, and hardly ever calls."

  "I'm sorry she acts like that, but at least you know her."

  A knock on the door makes Sadie and I both jump like we're teenagers getting caught fucking by our parents. Well, that's not far from the truth. "Dinner's ready," my dad calls out.

  "Guess I better put some clothes on since I don't think anyone else wants to see my birthday suit."

  "At least until Friday night," she says with a smile.

  "Yes! Friday night can't come soon enough," I tell her with a quick kiss before I start to redress.

  That night we all sat down for a steak dinner and cake, celebrating the day that a woman I've never known gave birth to me.

  …

  Sadie

  I'm so freaking excited packing my overnight bag. I'm going to spend the entire night with Jude for the very first time. Prom didn't count since we only shared a bed at the hotel for a few hours before we had to leave. Tonight I'll go to sleep with him and wake up with him in the morning. And of course, there will probably be lots of fucking in between.

  Unsure what it's all about, I put the address Jude had texted me into my phone's map which gives me turn by turn directions. I end up at what looks like a newly built apartment complex called Solaire on Ripley Street. It's a huge structure in the middle of downtown, just a few minutes from my house. I park, walk inside the front door, and take the shiny elevator to the sixteenth floor. I'm a little nervous when I knock on apartment sixteen-twenty-four, not knowing who will answer the door. One of Jude's friends?

  Nope, Jude answers.

  "Hey!" he says, sweeping me into his arms and off my feet.

  "Hey," I respond against his chest as he pulls me inside and closes the door. "So, what is this place?"

  "My new apartment," he says with a big smile. "My first ever apartment. I decided it was time to get out of my dad's house, you know since I'm twenty-two and all. Oh, and I also thought a little privacy with you would be nice."

  "Wow." I smile, looking around the pristine and mostly empty space. The hardwood floors are a light-colored oak with freshly painted light gray walls. "This is really nice."

  "Thanks. It's empty because I just moved in today. I was hoping you could maybe help me go pick out some furniture tomorrow?"

  "Sure, that sounds fun," I agree as he grabs my hand and gives me a tour.

  There's a wall of windows in the living room overlooking the buildings downtown. The kitchen is sparkling with new appliances and marble countertops. The hall bathroom also leads to a walk-in closet with a stacked washer and dryer, with the beige carpeted master bedroom on the other side. That's where the only piece of furniture is located - a king sized, cherry wood bed with a thick, white comforter.

  "I see your priorities," I tease when I turn around to face Jude.

  "There's also groceries in the kitchen and toiletries in the bathroom. But yeah, the bed's about it. I didn't want us to have to sleep on the floor, so I did go out and buy a bed today," he says, picking me up and sitting me on the edge of mattress.

  "Very comfortable," I remark.

  "Hope so, because I want to spend a lot of time in it with you," he says, leaning down to kiss my lips while his hands travel up the hem of my strapless, white dress. White being the color that signifies the time of the month is long gone.

  The dress is over my head and off a second before my panties and shoes are removed. I start tugging Jude's shirt off just as quickly before he goes to work on his jeans and boxers.

  I crawl farther onto the bed toward the pillows which is when I finally notice the chain linked handcuffs dangling from the center slats on the headboard. I turn around with my jaw still hanging open in question. But damn if just seeing the erotic item doesn't spread warmth through me, pooling between my legs.

  Jude climbs up on the bed, all sexy, lean predator stalking his prey. His eyes have become dark puddles of heat and desire. "I told you I wanted to chain you to my bed."

  "Um, yeah, I, ah, remember."

  "Do you trust me?" he asks, hovering above me, his eyes on mine while his palm caresses down my naked side. "If we do this, I'll take them off of you as soon as you say the word."

  I stretch my arms over my head in response. Jude groans before reaching up to hook the two thick Velcro cuffs around my wrists. The chain connecting the two has plenty of slack and jingles on the headboard with even my slightest movements.

  Instead of being nervous or vulnerable I feel sexy and powerful. The way Jude is looking down at me as I’m restrained and stretched out before him is smoldering. Instead of his usual playful demeanor he looks feral, like he's on the verge of ravaging me. I can't wait any longer.

  "Jude," I say in plea and he finally snaps. Attacks might be a better word. His massive body covers me, his mouth crashing down on mine, desperate and panting. His hands, God, his hands are everywhere, grabbing the globes of my ass, spreading my thighs, cupping my breasts right as his tongue delves into my pussy. He feasts on me like a starving man, penetrating me with his fingers at the same time until I scream and writhe with at least two releases, maybe more.

  I gasp for breath after his mouth relents. When I eventually open my eyes, Jude is coming out of the bathroom with a string of condoms, tearing one off and tossing the rest over to the other side of the bed. Guess he thinks we might need more soon. He has the latex out and rolled on with ease and efficiency before he mounts me this time. Instead of hovering above me, he looks down from where he kneels, thrusting into me and lifting my legs straight up against his hard, heaving chest.

  Jude throws his head back with a curse before he begins moving. He pounds his hips against me, making me cry out with each stroke. He's taking me fast and rough while I'm restrained. It's incredible. My hips go wild when his fingertips hit the magic spot, sending me spiraling out of control with another orgasm.

  I haven't even recovered when Jude flips me to my stomach and lifts me toward the headboard. Kneeling, I wrap my now crossed cuffed hands around the wooden slats before he slams into me from behind. My head lolls back on his shoulder with a moan while he pumps in and out of me. Jude's lips are soft and moist on my neck in contrast to the harsh scrape of his unshaven face. His palms cupping my breast and sex coax another orgasm from me before my body collapses against the headboard.

  My eyelids are too heavy to stay open as I feel the cuffs being removed and my body lowered against Jude's. The skin of his broad chest is damp with sweat on the side of my face like I know mine is. A chill comes over me, making me shiver so I cuddle down further into his body heat, and then I can't fight sleep any longer.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jude

  Happiness. I thought I knew what it was. I've always been an easygoing, optimistic guy, thinking I was happy, but now I know how wrong I was. This feeling of elation, content beyond belief, is what it's all about.

  I hold Sadie while she sleeps peacefully draped over me and still naked. She snuggles closer to me like she's cold, so I pull the sheets and comforter up to her neck and rub my palms over her arms and back to warm her.

  Everything is perfect, and there's nothing else I could ever want. Even fighting, that's been all I think about every minute of every day for so long seems far away. Winning? Who the fuck cares.

  My breath catches thinking about the title fight. It isn't worth Sadie. Tomorrow I'll talk to Coach Briggs and see if there's any way I can back out and let them find someone else to fight Linc Abrams. The last few days I've started actually believing I have a decent chance to beat him, but if Sadie finds out about it...no, it isn't worth it.

  The guilt that I haven't been h
onest with Sadie keeps me awake for several more hours. I'm also so enthralled with her, the first woman I've ever slept with for an entire night, that I don't want to stop watching her or touching her. Once when she rolled over, she took all of the covers with her, forming a Sadie burrito. I didn’t even consider unwrapping her. Instead, I snuggled up behind her back with an arm around her and finally drifted off to sleep.

  So I'm not exactly surprised when I wake up cold, still naked without a shred of sheet or comforter. Sadie's rolled away from me and is face down on her stomach, her blonde hair fanned out around her, hiding her face. Her tortilla wrapping has disappeared, all except for what's tangled in her one leg closest to the edge of the mattress. The small woman has somehow managed to completely strip the whole damn bed in her sleep.

  Of course I can't resist touching the gorgeousness laid out before me. I sweep her hair off to the side and run my palm over her shoulders and back. On the third pass up and down her spine her green eyes blink open before she smiles.

  "Morning," she mumbles softly. After a yawn and stretch of her arms above her head she squirms closer until she's draping herself over me.

  "Good morning, beautiful. Are you cold?" I ask, wrapping both arms around her.

  "No, I'm just right."

  "Um, you sure? Because you're naked and you threw all the covers off the bed." I laugh.

  "Oh, yeah, I got kind of hot."

  "Obviously," I joke. "Waking up naked in bed with you has me pretty damn hot, too."

  "Then why don't you grab a condom, so I can do something about that?" she asks, throwing her leg all the way over until she's straddling me. She rolls her hips, causing her pussy to stroke my hard cock, right as her lips press against my jaw.

  "Oh fuck!" I exclaim, right on the verge of losing my goddamn mind. I need one of the condoms I left on the bed last night, but now they're lost, swept away in the wreckage of Hurricane Sadie's wake. It'll take days to find them. I don't have days or even minutes.

  I slide my hand between our bodies, and when I feel how wet she is, that does it. "Ride me," I tell her, lifting her by her hips and impaling her tight heat on my rock hard shaft, making us both groan.