The Cocky Cage Fighter Six Book Box Set

by Lane Hart

  “You thought about it but then, what? You decided I just wasn’t worth the effort?”

  “Hailey, that’s not…yes, you’re worth the effort!” he exclaims, graspin’ my face in his big, warm hands. “I wanted to call you, to see you, but the way you left the next day without even saying goodbye…You’ve got like this wall up and I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking or what you want. I didn’t want to fly all the way up there and make a fucking fool of myself just to find out you’re seeing someone else or wanted me to leave.”

  “Humph,” I mutter after listenin’ to his weak excuses. “I had no idea pussies could be cage fighters.”

  “What the fuck!?!” he yells, droppin’ his hands from me and takin’ a step back like I physically slapped him.

  “You could’ve asked, Senn, in one sentence, ‘Hailey, do you want to see me or are you seein’ someone else?’ How hard is that unless you didn’t really give a shit or you were too pussy to ask?”

  “Look, you’re blowing this all out of proportion, making a bigger deal about it than it was. I’ve been busy training all day, every day, and you didn’t exactly throw out the welcome mat when you left just a few hours after we fucked. I thought that if you wanted me to call you, you would’ve, I dunno, left me your phone number, but you didn’t. I finally got it from Linc the other day after he refused to let me have it for months!” he says with his wide chest heavin’ after his monologue. “There’s nothing I can do about the past, but will you please just believe me when I tell you right now that I want to be with you?”

  “Honestly, I’m not convinced that you’ll change your mind after I get on a plane Saturday night and fly back to New York. How do I know this time will be different?”

  “Because it will be. I told you, I have a fight up in Jersey on the twenty-fifth. I’ll see you then, won’t I?”

  “I dunno.”

  “What do you mean you don’t know?” he asks with narrowed eyes. “I thought you were gonna come watch my fight and I was gonna stay with you for a few days.”

  “And if you hadn’t already had a fight scheduled up north, would it be like before?”

  He looks at me silently for several heartbeats before blowing out his breath and finally answerin’. “I’m not sure if there’s anything I can say right now to make you happy. Why are you being so damn…difficult tonight?”

  Senn was so close to saying “bitchy” that I could practically hear the “bah” sound on his lips.

  “Difficult? You mean, while I’m here this week I’m supposed to be convenient, fuckin’ you with no questions asked, with no expectations for the future? You would prefer for me to be easy instead of difficult, right?”

  He grumbles and clenches his fists in obvious frustration. “I give up. There’s no way to win with you,” he says with a shake of his head before he jerks open the door and storms back inside the house.

  He gives up.

  What kind of fuckin’ fighter is he if he throws in the towel at the beginnin’ of the first round? I hate quitters, almost as much as I hate players with lickable tattoos.

  Chapter Ten

  Mace

  I notice Senn’s return before I even hear the patio door slam shut. My eyes haven’t left the damn opening since he followed Hailey out there more than six minutes ago. That’s right, I was keeping time as I sit in one of the leather chairs in the living room pretending to be interested in…whatever the hell Jude and Nate are talking about. Oh yeah, protein shakes. Right.

  The smile that stretches across my face at Senn’s expression of complete and utter frustration probably makes me a jackass. I have a feeling that he expected Hailey to throw herself at his feet and instead she threw down the gantlet, asking him why the fuck he ignored her for however long. I’m so happy I barely refrain from pumping my fists in the air to dance and sing along to “Another One Bites the Dust” that’s playing in my head. Or I was, until I see Hailey walk through the same door seconds later.

  Since her hair is up in a ponytail, the convenient style of choice for those frequently puking in a toilet, there’s no way to miss the redness or dampness around her eyes. I’m glad the long-haired fucker crashed and burned, but I don’t like seeing her upset because of him.

  Without a word to anyone, not that anyone in the living room but me notices, Hailey heads straight to the stairwell that leads to our rooms in the basement. Of course I follow her. I hear the sounds of retching before I close the door to our shared apartment space. Goddamn it!

  Walking through my room, I try to get to the bathroom, but this time she actually remembered to lock it on my side. I bet she didn’t lock her own side though. Going back through the living room and kitchen, her bedroom door is shut but not locked. And what do you know, she even left the bathroom door cracked open.

  I’m not sure which is worse, the sounds of her sobs or her throwing up whatever she had for lunch. I know for a fact that she didn’t put anything into her mouth at dinner.

  I push open the door and find her on her knees in front of the toilet. The sight is even more pitiful since she’s wearing that sexy but virginal looking white, strapless dress, making her seem so young and innocent, like a fallen angel worshipping to her god.

  “Hailey, fuck, please stop,” I beg her.

  She startles and her shoulders tense. “Gah! Why are you always in my freakin’ bathroom!?!” she exclaims without looking at me. Pulling off some toilet paper, she dabs at her eyes and mouth before tossing the tissue streaked with her mascara and tears into the bowl.

  “Why are you always doing this shit?” I ask, although I already know the answer. I mutter a curse and decide to try a different question. “What did he say to you?”

  While I wait for her response, I grab a washcloth from the linen closet and wet it in the sink before offering it to her.

  “He gives up,” she replies softly. Reaching up without meeting my eyes, she accepts the cloth. Holding it in both palms, she covers her entire face with it, hanging her head sadly while she remains kneeling in front of the commode.

  That asshole.

  “He’s such a fucking pussy,” I tell her. The idiot had a chance to be with the most gorgeous woman ever and instead of doing whatever the fuck he needed to do to make her happy, he just up and quits.

  When Hailey’s bare shoulders start to shake, at first I think she’s crying again, but then I hear her unexpected giggle, right before she lifts her head from the cloth and says, “That’s what I called him. He didn’t care much for it.”

  “The truth hurts.”

  “Yeah, it does.” She nods before giving the former contents of her stomach a sendoff. “I’m not worth the effort.”

  “Yes you are! He’s a lazy, fucking coward who doesn’t want anything more than to get laid this week, and you deserve better than that.”

  “Linc apparently doesn’t think so since he gave Senn his blessin’. He also correctly warned me that you were a big flirt and a player.”

  I flinch at the reminder that Linc thinks his bed hopping best friend is worthy of Hailey but I’m not because he believes I’m the “player.”

  “I may not be monogamous, but I’ve never cheated on anyone, and unlike Senn, I don’t go around fucking women I’ve just met. The women I do fuck, well, I know more than just their names. I know their likes and dislikes, their hopes and dreams, how shitty their coworkers or roommates are to them, when their birthdays are. I’ve actually met most of their families and had dinner with them. Yes, I fuck them, but not because I’m a horny bastard and anyone with a pussy will do.”

  “Unlike Senn?” she asks. “If that’s true, then why doesn’t Linc warn me away from him? He knows you both and he obviously thinks you’ll hurt me but Senn won’t.”

  I sigh heavily and try to figure out how to explain it to her. “Linc’s in love with my sister, so right now he only sees the world through rose-colored glasses. He just wants you to be happy, and for some stupid reason, maybe he thinks Senn�
�s capable of that. But after what you’ve told me, I don’t think he can make you happy.”

  “I’m definitely not happy,” she says when she gets to her feet.

  “Well obviously,” I remark, bracing my shoulder against the door jam while I watch her at the sink. She squeezes paste on her toothbrush and starts scrubbing away the enamel eating acid from her stomach. “Happy people don’t usually make themselves throw up. You didn’t even eat anything tonight!” I exclaim in frustration. “I ought to tie you up and fucking force feed you all sorts of delicious shit to make sure you keep it down.”

  “Okay,” Hailey says, setting the toothbrush back down on the counter once she’s finished.

  “Okay what?” I ask, straightening in the doorway.

  Her eyes are still glassy when she finally meets mine in challenge. The dampness from the tears on her lashes only make her beautiful blue eyes shine even brighter. “Okay, you can tie me up and force feed me.”

  My breath rushes out of my lungs like I’ve been punched in the stomach, at the same time my cock stands abruptly at attention. I’m still not one hundred percent positive that I heard her correctly. “What…what should I feed you?” I ask, reaching down to adjust my instant hard on. When her gaze follows the movement of my hand, I actually end up tugging on my chubby buddy, encouraging him to swell a little more for her.

  She looks up and says, “I’m sure you can think of somethin’ to put in my mouth.” I squeeze my twitching cock, warning him that he better not fuck this up for us by coming quicker than a virgin.

  “But what if I’m hungry?” I ask her. “I mean, shouldn’t I get to eat what I want too?”

  Hailey bites her plump bottom lip before she smiles. I have to swallow down a groan knowing how fucking awesome that mouth is about to feel sucking me off for the second time today. That’s right, it was just this morning when she blew me on the side of the highway. “I guess that’s only fair, but I won’t tie you up since I don’t mind if you want to use your hands, too.”

  “Ah fuck,” I grumble, refusing to reach out and touch her for fear I’ll come standing right here before my cock gets in her mouth. That would be a goddamn tragedy. “Go get naked and get on the bed. I’ll round up a few props and lock the doors.”

  “Okay, except for the naked part,” she replies when she walks past me, swiping a single fingernail down my chest on her way back into the bedroom. Hell, I can’t really argue with that, and I should’ve known better than to think someone as insecure as she is about her body would lose all of her clothing. So much for wishful thinking.

  “Oh come on, sweetheart,” I nevertheless plead, trying one last time to change her mind. I follow her into the room like she’s leading me by a leash wrapped around my cock. “The only thing sexier than my dick shoved down your throat while you’re tied up is you naked and tied up with my dick down your throat.”

  “Not gonna happen,” she says, and then she crawls up on the bed and stretches out on her side, still wearing her white strapless dress and matching strappy high heels. Her long legs are almost completely bare to me, along with her arms and the swells of her breasts. Fuck, I guess I’ll just have to make do with what’s exposed since she won’t get naked.

  I practically run over to my room and grab my hand wrap that I thankfully packed in my duffle to get back to her before she has a chance to change her mind. Another idea hits me, so I head up the stairs and slip into the kitchen to grab what I need before anyone notices. Not that they would have any idea what I plan to do with a bowl of ice cream and brownie besides eat it. Back downstairs, I lock Hailey’s bedroom door behind me and get completely undressed since I don’t have anything to hide, and I know she likes looking at the total package. At the bed and breakfast, she couldn’t take her eyes off me. So, I strip down to my skin and strut my shit for her like a proud fucking peacock.

  Hailey’s eyes go straight down to my hard cock that’s touching my navel it’s so damn excited. I don’t stop moving until I’m on top of her. Placing the bowl on one side of her outstretched body, the tape on the other, I straddle her hips and press my steel shaft into her stomach. When she gasps, I brace my palms on either side of her head and lower myself, rolling my pelvis against her flattened lower body even harder, as far as I can go, and then hump her with a few quick, unrelenting thrusts.

  “Oh! Oh God,” she cries out while grabbing and squeezing both of my ass cheeks to hold me down on top of her.

  “Oh is right, sweetheart. You better be glad my big cock is going in your mouth tonight, because if it wasn’t, I would fuck you into this mattress so hard you would need ice packs between your legs just to be able to sit down for the next week.”

  “Mmm, yes. Fuck me, May-Son,” she moans, closing her eyes and lifting her hips to try to grind herself against my cock.

  “Not tonight,” I tell her through clenched teeth before I kiss her. I leave out the fact that I won’t fuck her any other night either. God I want her, and have since I first saw her in that swimsuit ad when I was just a fifteen-year-old boy, tugging on my cock. But we’re crossing enough lines as it is. Fooling around with her for the next few days will be hard as fuck to have to try and move on from after we go back to our “normal” lives. One of my rules is that I don’t do casual sex. A girl like Hailey doesn’t either. It’s why she’s so fucking upset about Senn giving up on her after whatever short-lived fling they had months ago!

  I rationalize my stupid decision as I stroke my tongue against hers and palm her heavy titty through her dress. Maybe there’s not much of a stretch between oral sex and cock-in-pussy sex to most people, but to me, one represents nothing but fooling around like horny teenagers and the other is the real deal, care about each other, love each other, relationship sex. Do I love Sabrina, Lena, Monica, and Erica? Yeah, I do, even if it does seem highly unlikely. I may not be “in love” with them, and some of them I love more than the others, like Sabrina and Lena, probably because I’ve been with them longer. Sabrina practically lives with me, except when I text to let her know Monica and Erica are coming over since she’s not into group sex. I bring them home on either Friday or Saturday nights because they both live in college dorms with roommates, an environment that’s not exactly suitable for threesomes. Otherwise, I usually come home to just Sabrina cooking me dinner, after I finish my workday and maybe pay Lena a visit. We fuck, we cuddle, tell each other about our week, and then I leave to go home to sleep with my live-in girlfriend.

  Of course there’s the occasional jealousy because they are women, but they know bitching about it doesn’t help and will only make me stay away until they get over it. Is it fair to them, what I’m doing with four women, demanding their monogamy when I can’t give them the same? No, but they can end things with me and date other people whenever they want. Since Hailey doesn’t seem like the type of girl who likes to share, nor should she have to because she’s the total package, I can’t ask her to screw me knowing I’ll be with other women when she’s back in New York. More importantly, I tell myself, moving my mouth over her jaw and down to her neck, I don’t want to do that to myself, have her a few days and then lose her.

  Pushing myself off of her so I won’t keep tempting myself with something I know I can’t have, I reach for her left wrist. After winding the white gauze tape around it a few times, I stretch her arm up behind her until it’s against the headboard. I loop the tape over one of the slats several tight times and then her wrist again until she’s secured to the wood. Taking her right wrist, I do the same so that her arms are spread, but not too far to be uncomfortable. The tape isn’t all that strong, and she could easily pull free if she wanted, but she keeps them where they are, at least for now.

  Lifting her head up off the mattress, she swipes her tongue across my chest that’s right in front of her face, apparently impatient to taste me. Too bad. We didn’t discuss the order of things, and now that she’s restrained, I get to decide who goes first. I pull back out of her reach and lift the hem
of her dress all the way up to her chest, exposing her white lace thong and strapless bra to me.

  “May-Son,” she warns me, but I’ll respect her wishes and not take off her bra, even if I’m dying to get her naked. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and jerk them down her thighs, but not all the way off because it just seems so much naughtier to make her keep the panties on, holding her legs together. Sitting back on my knees, I reach for the bowl and scoop out some of the melting ice cream and brownie.

  “Open wide,” I order her. She looks frantically between me and the spoon while nervously biting her lip, like I’m about to feed her poison instead of a delicious dessert. Eventually she parts her lips enough for me to slip the goods inside. The accompanying moan she makes nearly causes the bowl in my hand to go flying. I want to hear that sound on repeat tonight. I feed her several more bites before spooning some of the melted ice cream over her bellybutton. I hear her gasp of surprise before the liquid starts running down her pelvis. Bowing my head, I lick her from the seam of her pussy lips all the way to her navel in one long swipe. Hailey makes the same low moan again, this time ending with my name spoken as a whispered plea for more. Ready to give her what she needs, I glance up to watch her face with my tongue buried inside of her. Her eyes are closed, lips parted for her heavy pants. The next swipe I take over her clit has her back arching off the bed. She tries to spread her legs wider but they only go as far as the panties inching down her knees let her. It doesn’t matter to me, because I have plenty of room to work with. Proving that to her, I spread her apart with my fingers and dip my tongue into the center of her wetness again. This time I’m rewarded with her scream of “Oh God, May-Son!” She tastes so fucking good and sounds so sweet that I do that same move over and over and over again, tonguing her until the phrase is cut down to just, “Oh! Oh! Ohhh!”

  As soon as I replace my tongue with two fingers, and latch my mouth over her clit, she comes for me, pressing her drenched pussy to my face as her body undulates in wave after wave of pleasure. Now I’ll let her suck my cock before I make her come on my tongue again, until she fucking begs me to stop.