The Cocky Cage Fighter Six Book Box Set

by Lane Hart

  "No," he answers stiffly. "I'm pissed because, for the life of me, I can't figure out if you want me, or if it was all an act for the money because you were tryin’ to help bail your sister out of trouble."

  "Oh," I mutter. Of course I want him. What woman wouldn't?

  "And after thinkin’ about it every second since your brother told me the truth, I realized that based on what I know, there's no way Claire would ever get naked and give a stranger a lap dance on her own. I'm also certain that Claire would never be caught dead fuckin’ a random guy on camera to make money for herself. Am I right?"

  "Ah, yeah, pretty much," I admit, swallowing past the growing lump in my throat.

  "Right. So I came to the conclusion that you, Claire, didn't want any-fuckin’-thing to do with me." My eyes start to water, not just because of his harsh tone, but because he's right. I'd never do those things on my own, and if it had been anyone else besides him, I'm not sure if I would've done either to help my sister. But it was him, and at the time I did want him. I wouldn't have been able to expose myself in such brutally humiliating ways if he hadn't been so...gentle and kind.

  Now I'm thankful for the darkness out here in the middle of nowhere. At least he won't notice the tear that escapes and runs down my cheek.

  "But then I heard a car pull up," he starts again, speaking more softly. "When I looked out the window and saw it was you, I told my sister, Hailey-"

  "Your sister?" I blurt out the question in surprised relief that it was a relative, not someone he was dating.

  "My sister," he confirms. "I told her, maybe I was wrong. So I started thinkin’ maybe Claire does give a shit about me, because that first night you kissed me when you didn't have to, and you never once flinched away from me when we fucked. In fact, I'm pretty sure you were pullin’ me closer. And even before I watched the video replay, I knew there wasn't anything fake about you comin’ while I was buried deep inside of you. Am I right?" he asks.

  "Pretty much. I-I wanted to be with you for my own selfish reasons."

  "Then get your ass out of the car, woman," he says, and gravel crunches under his feet when he steps back away from the window. Despite my shock at his forgiveness and request for me to stay, I somehow remember to roll my window back up in case it rains, and finally turn off the engine. Linc opens my car door, and embarrassingly enough, I don't get very far since I forget I still have my seat belt on when I try to stand up.

  Noticing my oversight, Linc leans inside and reaches over my lap to release the buckle for me, drowning me in his comforting and now familiar Christmas scent. As the belt retracts, his lips softly and gently meet mine. That small, simple gesture pops the rubber stopper that had been containing my emotions of the day, and they all come gushing out in tearful sobs.

  "Oh no. Please don't cry," Linc says before he scoops me up in his arms, muttering something to himself about tears and Kryptonite. I leak onto his shirt as he carries me for a while before lowering us to the ground. Grabbing my legs, he situates me so that I'm facing him, straddling his lap when he sits down. His arms stay around me until my crying eventually eases up.

  "Sorry," I say against his chest, now incredibly embarrassed by my outburst and the blubbery mess I made on him.

  "It's okay," he says, his warm palms caressing up and down the back of my blouse. "This is by far the wettest lap dance I've ever had."

  I laugh into his t-shirt, that I'm still clenching in both fists, too mortified to look at him even in the dark. We're outside, and I'm pretty sure he's sitting on the edge of a wooden dock.

  "So why the tears?" he asks. "I mean, somethin’ in particular or is it just the whole clusterfuck that's going on?"

  "The whole clusterfuck," I reply. "I can't believe all those people have seen me...and you together, even if ninety-nine percent assume it's my sister. I know it’s me, and one percent of the population knows it's really me too."

  "Oh believe me, I can relate to exactly how you feel."

  "I'm sorry," I say, cringing again since his identity is so obvious in the whole mess.

  "But there's nothin’ we can do about it now,” he tells me. “And I didn't have a single complaint during the recordin’ except that it ended too soon. Oh, and my agent and attorney are workin’ on demandin’ royalties from Vito's company for every copy sold. Whatever they get from him, I've told them I want it to all go to you. Dave's askin’ for ten percent but guessin’ they'll agree to only five which, just after today, would be about fifty thousand dollars. That enough to get your sister out from under that asshole’s debt?"

  My lungs forget that they're supposed to be automatically functioning organs. Nothing goes in or out as I process this new piece of information. Fifty thousand dollars makes me feel a helluva lot better about being seen naked and fucking on camera. The money makes it seem like maybe my embarrassment and humiliation wasn't all for nothing. Linc isn't pissed at me, and we'll have enough money for Mandy to finally pay off her debt. And you can be damn sure she's going into rehab. I finally blow out a huge breath in relief.

  "That's not a guarantee, but what they hope to work out," he says. "And I can go ahead and give you an advance on the money to pay him off so you won't have to wait."

  "Thank you. You didn't have to do that, do any of this, but you did because you're the sweetest man I know." Linc stiffens, then scoffs unexpectedly after my compliment. “What?” I lean back and ask.

  "I don't want to be sweet," he says with his lips brushing over my ear. "Sweet guys always get screwed over or stuck in the friendzone. Can I be somethin’ else to make sure I get into one of the more-than-friend zones?"

  "Unfortunately, the sweet guys who get stuck in the friendzone usually aren't very attractive. So you don’t have to worry about going anywhere near that zone, even if you are incredibly sweet," I tell him, uncurling my fists from the front of his shirt to stretch my arms up and around his neck.

  "Good," he says, and his unshaven chin scrapes gently over my collarbone as he kisses a spot just above the abrasion. The tingling combination of the coarseness and his moist lips shoot arousal right down between my legs. I may have even released a long, heavy sigh of delight as my body completely relaxes and melts in his arms. "So what zone am I in?" he asks, trailing kisses up the column of my neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

  "The please-don't-stop zone."

  "I think that might be my favorite zone," he replies. His fingers spear through my hair, tilting my head back and then his mouth is on mine. My body liquefies, trying to mold itself to every inch of his. There's no avoiding his growing hardness, pressed up against the perfect spot between my legs. I lower my hips, grinding the seam of my jeans against his thick bulging length. Linc's hands slid up my sides, underneath my blouse, and make their way to my satin bra, cupping my breasts while I keep rocking on his lap.

  When he lifts my shirt, I don't hesitate to raise my arms over my head for him to remove it. The chilly autumn night air doesn’t even phase me, because my body is heating up like a freaking furnace. Linc reaches around and works the back clasp of my red, lacy bra and then it's sliding down my arms and...landing with a splash in the lake.

  I pull away from our kiss, gasping in horror at the dark ripple in the water. “Hey! That was one of my favorites, and those things aren't cheap!”

  "I'll buy you a hundred to replace it," Linc says. He laughs until his lips seal around my nipple, and his tongue lashes back and forth over it repeatedly. The move works as a really great distraction. My soggy bra is completely forgotten. Everything else in the world is forgotten while his mouth devours first one breast, and then moves over to lavish the same attention on the left breast. There's so much friction going on against the crotches of our jeans it's a wonder they don't catch fire. Probably because I'm too wet for it to ignite. "Stay with me tonight. All night," he says, kissing his way back up to my mouth.

  "Okay." I easily agree, and then reach for the hem of his shirt to get it off of him. I'm careful not to t
hrow it into the water.

  "Jeans off," he orders, snapping the button and lowering my zipper. His hand plunges down inside the front of my satin panties, making me moan in pleasure when his fingers penetrate me. "God I love wet lap dances," I vaguely hear him mutter against my lips. I’m too preoccupied by the way he starts thrusting two long digits in and out of me, faster and faster until I can't take anymore.

  I reach for his jeans to undo them, thankful there's no belt in the way. I have my hand dipping into his boxer briefs, wrapped around his hard cock in no time.

  "Fuck," he groans. "Take your pants off while I get a condom on."

  I'm so onboard with that plan that I quickly get to my feet. Holding onto his shoulder carefully with one hand so that I don't topple over into the lake, I yank my shoes and socks off with the other. When they’re out of the way I shimmy out of my panties and jeans.

  Linc's efficient. His pants are shoved past his hips and he has the latex rolled down his length by the time I'm straddling him again. This time I impale myself, slowly and deliciously down his long cock, both of us gasping at the incredible sensation of our bodies joining.

  "God, yes!" he shouts. "Ride the fuck out of me, Claire." With the fingers of one hand grabbing a fistful of my hair, holding my mouth to his, his other hand grips my ass cheek, urging me to move faster. I lift my hips and lower them over and over again as both of us start panting harder into each other’s mouths. My hands tighten around his neck as the pleasure builds, taking me closer to my orgasm each time I sink down on his thick shaft.

  The spike of ecstasy slams into me hard, making me want to stay seated on him and never move again. Even after we both come my pussy continues to spasm deliciously around his cock while our lips and tongues keep mingling softly.

  Linc wasn’t exaggerating about his recovery time. He swells inside me and then we’re rolling, making me panic at the thought of ending up in the cool water. But my back safely hits the wooden planks as Linc takes control, pumping his hips into me with so much force I momentarily worry about getting splinters in my ass. His mouth moves lower to suck on my breasts while his fingers reach down to stroke my clit into a frenzy. The man is on an urgent mission, fucking me like he can't get deep enough and has an obligation to stroke every inch of my pussy as many times as possible so that it never forgets the feel of his cock. There’s nothing but pleasure overload when another orgasm sends me soaring.

  “Damn, Claire,” Linc rasps against my ear after he stills inside of me. “I could do this with you all night.”

  “Mmm.” Exhausted and happily sated, I mumble my agreement.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asks.

  “Uh-uh.”

  “Then let’s go inside where the condoms are.”

  “Okay.”

  When he raises off of me, I instantly miss him, his heavy, body weight pressed against me, and his yummy smell. The way he fills the emptiness. I hear his zipper go up in the darkness and then he’s hefting me up, cradling me in his arms and striding toward the house.

  “Wait,” I try to stop him, winding my arms around his neck so I won’t fall. “My clothes.”

  “I’ll come get them in the mornin’,” he assures me, so I let him carry me into his beautiful home. My eyes squint at the sudden brightness of interior lights, but I can still tell it’s amazing. With all the glass walls I bet there’s an incredible view of the lake during the daylight hours.

  Carrying me up the stairs, Linc’s not even winded when he climbs up on the bed and finally lowers me to the mattress. My head lands on a soft pillow. With a cozy, microfiber comforter on my naked backside and his heavy, warmth on top of me, I think I might be in heaven.

  I run my palms over the wide expanse of his smooth, muscular back, holding him close to me as our tongues dance around each leisurely. My thighs part to make room for him and I realize his jeans are in the way as his legs wedge their way in between. “Take your pants off,” I say against his lips.

  “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he responds. From the hallway light spilling into the dark room, I watch as he stands up and sheds the jeans. Heading into the master bathroom I assume he’s going to take off and throw away the old condom, but I’m impatient and want him to hurry up already! Finally he returns, stopping at a tall dresser and pulling out a sleeve of condoms. That and the smile on his gorgeous face tell me we’re not going to be sleeping anytime soon.

  Chapter Twelve

  Linc

  I wake up to the smell of…coffee and bacon? In my own house, after the most amazin’ night ever. Eyes still closed I can see Claire laid out before me, beautifully naked in my bed, her back archin’ as she comes apart for, was that the fourth or fifth time? Can’t remember, and it doesn’t matter. The fact is, when she snuggled up to me, restin’ her head on my chest with her sexy leg thrown over mine, both of us sated, it was by far the best part. Bein’ with her, I forgot about the sex tape and everything else. None of it matters anymore now that everything is right between me and Claire.

  Claire.

  I’m fallin’ in love with a porn star’s sister.

  A woman whose real name I learned less than twenty-four hours ago. It just feels…right with her, and has since the moment she walked into that room at the strip club. Wow. That will make a helluva story for the grandkids.

  Okay, so maybe I’m gettin’ a little ahead of myself. All I know is I want to be near her every second of every day. I wanted her to be in my arms when I woke up, but cookin’ me breakfast is a close second.

  After stretchin’ my arms over my head, I finally climb out of bed, take a quick shower, and head downstairs in a pair of boxer briefs to see the incredible woman again. I skid to a stop on the hardwood floors when I find her, dark hair wet and pulled up off of her neck after her shower. She’s in one of my black cotton Havoc tees that barely covers her ass as she stands in front of the stove. Now I have to know if there’s anything on underneath. God I hope not.

  Even more significant, seein’ Claire standin’ in my kitchen with my shirt on causes this unfamiliar sensation of…I don’t know, protectiveness or possessiveness maybe, to well up in my chest and steal my breath. Over the course of only a few days she somehow became mine, fillin’ me with this sudden, overwhelming worry. I hate how upset she was about the tape, and can’t stand knowin’ how many men have now seen her naked all because her sister needed the money. It makes me crazy wonderin’ how far she’ll go to bail Mandy out. I want to be the one to make her happy, take away her burdens, be her everything if she’ll let me.

  Glancin’ over her shoulder she finds me standin’ stock still, starin’ at her. She gives me a stunnin’ smile before she shyly tugs down the back hem of my shirt she’s wearin’, and says, “Good morning.”

  “Heck yeah it is,” I say before I go to her, wrappin’ her in my arms despite the fact that she’s holdin’ a spatula. “Mornin’.”

  “I was hungry, so I hope you don’t mind…”

  Damn, I'm a terrible host. “Sorry. I should’ve got my lazy ass up and made you breakfast.”

  “No, it’s my fault for keeping you up so late,” she says with a teasin’ smile.

  “No excuse for me being a slacker,” I say with a kiss to her cheek. Then I can’t resist slidin’ my palm up the back of her thigh to answer my burnin’ question. Squeezin’ a handful of her perfect ass I groan, realizin’ she’s not wearing any panties. “How long until the food’s ready?” I ask.

  “Oh it’s done,” she says with her breath hitchin’. “Just-just grab a plate.”

  I reach and turn the oven off and move the pan of bacon to a backburner, noticin’ there’s also a coolin’ pan of biscuits. Food will have to wait. After I remove the spatula from her hand, I pick Claire up and carry her to the dinin’ table.

  “What are you doing?” She laughs when I sit her bare ass down on the edge of wooden surface. I yank her shirt, my shirt, over her head before pullin’ out the chair at the head of the table
to sit down in front of her.

  “Gettin’ ready to have you for breakfast,” I tell her. After admiring the amazin’ view, I grab both of her thighs to spread them wide, openin’ her to me.

  “You’re gonna…oh God!” she exclaims after I lean down and swipe my tongue right along the center of her pussy lips. I tug on her legs, bringin’ her ass to the very edge of the table. Her palms slap down on either side of her to keep her balance when she lifts her hips, silently beggin’ for more.

  I kiss, lick and suck on every inch of her pussy while she moans urgently above me. Even after she comes on my tongue I don’t want to stop. Fuck bacon. She tastes even better.

  “Huuh! Huuh Goddd! Yes!” Her moans turn into wordless panting as she comes for me again. “Please, Linc,” she moans, with her head still thrown back. “Fuck me…now.”

  I groan from her words that are drippin’ with need, and then seein’ the pleadin’ look in her heavy lidded blue eyes. Standin’ up I push the chair out of the way and shove my boxers down, quickly steppin’ out of them. My cock is painfully hard as I guide it to her soakin’ wet entrance. And that’s when I realize all the condoms are upstairs. Goddamn it. “Need a condom,” I tell her, but as I step away from the table she yanks on my arm.

  “Pull out before?” she asks, her normally light eyes darkened by lust. A small voice in my head says it’s not smart, but my cock screams at me to just get the fuck inside of her already!

  Grabbin’ her ass with both hands I lift her hips until I’m lined up and slidin’ in deep. She’s so warm and tight and…fuck this isn’t gonna last long. Claire wraps her arms around my neck, urgin’ my mouth to hers as I pound faster and faster into her pussy, unable to take her hard enough for the greedy beast roarin’ inside me.

  When I have to let her go to pull my cock out and jerk it off to finish, she sits back on her elbows, pressin' her fingertips to her clit to stimulate herself over. With my free hand I shove two fingers inside of her pussy, pumpin’ them in and out until she constricts around them and I come like a geyser all over her stomach.