Bound By Cage Box Set (Complete Series Books 1-4) : MMA Romance

by Brittany Crowley

  His entourage is walking behind him, and I exchange hellos with most of them because I’ve met them at the gym. Jim, his trainer, walks by and looks nervous as hell. I pull him into a hug and tell him Zander has this in the bag. He smiles at me, shakes his head, and yells something about superstitions. As Zander’s song ends, I know Alverez is about to come out next. My dad explained to me that the fighter who holds the title gets introduced second.

  He definitely doesn’t get the same amount of hype from the crowd as Zander did; I might have even heard a couple boos. In his video, he came across as a cocky asshole, and he didn’t try to be a little humble about the fight. Zander is the clear fan favorite in this fight, and Alverez doesn’t seem bothered by it.

  He comes out to LMFAO’s “Sexy and I Know it,” shaking his hips the whole way like this is all a big joke. I think he’s making a big mistake underestimating Zander. I hope this fight doesn’t get too out of hand. As he makes his way to go by us, Dante jumps in front of me, shielding me from him. This must be Zander’s order because when I look up at him in the cage, he’s staring intently, watching Alverez like a hawk. He stops in front of us, blows me a kiss, and starts thrusting his hips provocatively. At this point, I think he’s only hurting himself by pissing Zander off. I can see the tick of agitation in Zander’s jaw; he’s so ready for this fight to start so he can release his frustration.

  When they are both in the ring, the announcer starts introducing the fighters.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event you have allllll been waiting for! Introducing first, out of the blue corner, this man holds a professional record of 16 wins, no losses, and is currently ranked at number two in the world. He stands six feet, two inches, and weighs in at 205 pounds. Fighting out of Austin, Texas, we have Zannnnnnderrrr ‘The Hitman’ Cagggggge!”

  The whole arena goes crazy as Zander bounces on his feet, shaking his arms out to try and keep his muscles loose.

  “Now, out of the red corner, this man holds a professional record of 18 wins, no losses, and is currently ranked at number one in the world. He stands six feet, one inches tall, and weighs in at 203 pounds. Fighting out of Sacramento, California, we have Juuuulioooooo ‘The Hell Raiser’ Allllllverezzzzzzzz!”

  The crowd cheers again, but without as much enthusiasm as before.

  The fight is about to begin, and everyone is getting pumped up.

  The ref pulls both fighters to the middle of the octagon to explain the rules as they are both stare each other down. The tension in the air is so thick, you could cut it with a knife. He tries to make them touch gloves, and reluctantly they do so. At this point, all of their trainers and entourage have exited the ring, and everyone is anxiously waiting for the fight to start.

  The crowd begins to cheer when the ref gives the sign for the fight to begin. Like a bullet, Alverez dives toward Zander and tries to get him in the stomach with his knee, but Zander shifts at the last second, deflecting his move. Again, Alverez goes in for the attack, shoving Zander into the cage to try and get him down to the ground where my dad said he’s most comfortable. While he’s trying to take him down, Zander capitalizes and throws Alverez into some sort of a headlock. Trying to fight him off, Alverez starts to land punches on Zander’s stomach. Eventually, Zander has to let go, and they separate.

  They trade a couple blows, and before we know it, the first round is over. Both fighters head to their corners looking completely pumped, and I notice Alverez has blood coming out of a cut right above his eyebrow. Strangely, this makes me ecstatic. I know this is going to be an insane battle between them; neither one is going to back down.

  The second round starts, and Zander charges explosively at Alverez, hitting him with a series of kicks to his stomach. Alverez grabs Zander’s leg on the last kick and knocks him to the ground, which has me jumping out of my seat. He gets him in some sort of hold where he has an arm around his neck and one of his arms between his legs. I gasp and cover my eyes with my hands, not able to see the pain I’m sure is displayed on his face. After what feels like an hour, my dad nudges me and tells me to stop being a girl because Zander’s okay. I look up and see him fighting his way to his feet. How he got out of that hold, I have absolutely no clue. I thought he was just about to lose.

  “Sweetie, don’t you listen when I talk? I told you that one of Zander’s strengths is getting out of submission holds.”

  The guys go at it again and are in a tangle of limbs against the cage when the bell rings, and the ref separates them as the second round comes to an end. Both fighters seem to be struggling and panting for breath. Alverez looks a little worse for wear, but not by much. His face is bleeding even more, his eye looks severely swollen, and he keeps grabbing at his ribs. Zander’s eye is swelling, and he seems to be favoring his arm after that submission hold. I so badly want to run up there and kick the shit out of Alverez for him.

  I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest as they head into the final round of the fight. Everyone is on their feet as the ref signals for them to continue. I look over to my dad and the boys, and they are all screaming like lunatics. I look back to the ring and see Alverez and Zander circling each other, looking like lions about to attack their prey. They each try to lunge a few times, but they keep deflecting each other. Alverez gets a few body punches in on Zander, making him stagger. He tries to capitalize when, fast as lightning, Julio charges in and tries to take out Zander’s legs.

  “Oh fuck.” I hear Kyle yell out.

  Alverez must have misjudged how impaired Zander actually is because Zander kicks him right in the side of the head as he’s diving. Alverez lands on the ground with a thud, and Zander chases him down to the floor.

  Holy shit! Everyone is in complete shock, waiting in anticipation to see if Alverez is knocked out. The ref waves Zander off of him, signaling for the bell, and it’s clear the fight has ended by knockout.

  Tears form in my eyes, and I can’t keep them from leaking over. I’m so overcome with emotion. My dad and Zander’s brothers all tackle me into a group hug, and we all go crazy. I look up to the ring, and I see Zander on his knees with his head in his hands, clearly overcome by the biggest moment of his life. He looks up at me with tears in his eyes and mouths “I love you” as he bangs his fist on his chest. Fighting back a sob, I put my hand over my heart and mouth it back. This is his moment, the moment he has been fighting his whole career for. He’s the new Light Heavyweight Champion, and I’m so incredibly proud of him and his accomplishment.

  When Alverez is able to get up, the ref pulls them both to the center of the ring, where he raises Zander’s hand in the air as he looks up toward the heavens in thanks. The crowd is going completely insane. Someone is in the ring right away to interview Zander for the crowd. I can barely hear what he’s saying over the deafening roar. When he’s done with the interview, his trainers are in the ring with him to celebrate. Kyle grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward the octagon, and I try to resist, but he tells me Zander wants me in there. Once we get in the ring, Zander makes a beeline for me, picks me up, and spins me around as we both laugh. Sliding me down his body, he stops when we are eye level. I can see the depth of emotion in his eyes. I smile at him and plant a kiss on his lips. He puts me down to let his brothers congratulate him, and then he moves on to my dad. I swear I see my dad wipe a tear from his eye after he hugs Zander and congratulates him. I walk over to him and pull him into a hug.

  “Can you believe it, Dad? This is insane!”

  “This is your life now, baby girl. You better get used to it. I expect you to take me to every fight with you. I’m pulling out my I raised your ass for 18 years card.” Laughing, I nod my head in agreement.

  We are all ushered out of the ring to the back of the building where Zander’s changing room is. We get in the room, and everybody starts cheering again, still pumped up from the fight. After pure pandemonium, we head back to the suite to get ready for Zander’s after-party. Josh told me earlier the winne
r gets their party thrown by the owner of the MMA league in his penthouse. Luckily, it’s in the same hotel we are staying at, so we don’t have to worry about drinking and driving.

  I have a feeling tonight’s going to get a little crazy.

  CHAPTER 18

  Slipping on my other dress, I look in the mirror and get nervous with how much skin is showing. The material is black satin, which makes it impossible to wear anything underneath. The top is a halter style and at least covers my essential body parts, but there’s a dip down the middle of my cleavage and it’s completely backless. The skirt goes to about mid-thigh and has a little flow to it when I walk. Just as I finish putting my black satin heels on, Zander comes out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel and freezes when he sees me. Immediately, I can see the front of his towel tent, his erection begging to come out and play.

  Seductively walking over to him, I unwrap his towel and throw it to the floor. I palm his massive erection, but he doesn’t even let me pump my hand fully up his shaft. Instead, he spins me so I’m facing the bed. He groans when he flips the bottom of my dress up and notices I’m not wearing any panties. Zander leans over my back so that his lips hover right above my ear.

  “I have wanted you too fucking badly this week. This is going to be hard and fast,” he growls out.

  Zander plunges his cock into me, causing both of us to yell out. He massages my breasts as he fucks me hard from behind, which has me gasping for air. I see stars when he pinches my nipples, the feeling borderline painful, as he pistons in and out of me.

  “I will never get enough of you, baby. I can already feel your pussy squeezing my cock like a vise, god, Savvy.”

  Zander must be close because he’s thrusting into me so hard, he has to hold my hips to keep me from flying onto the bed. Wrapping an arm around my stomach, the other travels down to my pussy, and he begins to circle my clit with his fingers.

  “Oh Zander, right there. I’m going to come.” I yell out as my body begins to shake.

  “Come on my dick, Savvy. I can’t hold back.”

  We climax together, both of us moaning out for each other. After a few more thrusts, we fall to the bed in front of us. We lie here, catching our breaths, our bodies still connected where Zander spoons me.

  “I wasn’t too rough, was I, baby? Seeing you in that dress, on top of the adrenaline high from my fight...I couldn’t hold myself back.”

  “That was incredible. I’m not a fragile china doll. Sometimes it’s nice to be dominated.” Zander spanks me on the ass and pulls out of me. I hear him swear under his breath and roll over.

  “Savvy, I’m so sorry. I got so caught up in the moment, I didn’t even think to use protection.” I begin to feel the evidence dripping down my thighs.

  “I’m on the pill,” I state matter-of-factly. I have been since I was 16 and my Dad saw an episode of Dr. Phil that scared the shit out of him. The next day, he took me to the gyno and told me to deal with it.

  “I have never gone bareback before, and I don’t want anything between us ever again. I just had a physical before my fight, and even before that, I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”

  “I feel the same way, Zander. I love you so much, and I want us to be connected with no barriers. If you’re okay with it, then so am I. I got tested right after I found out my ex was cheating on me. I haven’t been with anyone since either.”

  We make out like a couple of teenagers for a while until I feel him harden against me again, and our make out sesh turns into round two.

  Afterward, I head to the bathroom to clean myself up and to fix my hair and makeup. When I walk back into the bedroom, Zander is ready. My mouth waters as I take him in. Wearing black dress pants with a gray dress shirt, both obviously well-tailored with the top couple buttons left undone, he looks like he could be on the cover of a magazine. Well, I guess he has been. He’s finishing up the look by rolling the sleeves up his forearms and starts to laugh when he sees the look on my face. I check my chin to make sure I’m not drooling.

  “Baby, if you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never make it to my party,” he stalks toward me. He sweeps me up in his arms and delivers one last, hotter than hell kiss to my mouth. “I don’t think I’ve said it yet, but you look gorgeous. This dress…well, you know what happened when I saw you in it. If any asshole at the party so much as looks at you the wrong way, I’m going to have to fuck them up.”

  I shiver at his jealous tone, and we leave the room and head for the stairs.

  ***

  As we descend the staircase, we are met with cheering, which causes my face to turn 50 shades of red. “You guys couldn’t have finished 15 minutes ago? You just cost me 50 bucks.” Kyle exclaims.

  His brothers fill us in on their bet. Josh is the smart one and went for the longest time. The other two thought Zander would be a two-pump chump after a week with no sex. At hearing this, Zander immediately puffs out his chest and gets a prideful look on his face. I smack his chest, and we all head out for the party. I’m even more thankful the party is in the same hotel because we are running a little late from our sexcapades. Dante produces a special keycard and slides it into the elevator so we can go up to the top floor.

  The party is already in full effect when we enter. Once everyone realizes Zander has arrived, the place starts to go crazy. I’m taken aback by the sheer craziness; I’ve never been to a party of this magnitude before, and it’s really intimidating. Sensing my discomfort, Zander pulls me close to him and puts his arm around my waist as we make our rounds through the people who want to congratulate him. An older man approaches us with three shots in hand. Bending down, Zander whispers in my ear that this is the owner, his boss. I gladly accept the little glass of liquid courage and down it after the man says a little toast.

  The party is mass chaos. I feel like everyone is handing us shots at every corner, and because Zander is accepting them, I feel the need to take them as well to prove that I fit in and to be polite. After my fifth shot, I have to use the bathroom, and I tell Zander as much. I stumble when I begin to walk away, and he catches me around the waist.

  “I’ll take you, baby. I still can’t get over the fact that you’re such a lightweight for a bartender.” He chuckles. He has had quite a few more shots than I have since a lot of guys came up with a special shot just for the Hitman. He’s also practically doubles my weight and can handle his alcohol better than me.

  We walk into the bathroom, and I gasp. “This bathroom is as big as my house!” I exclaim.

  “I think you’re slightly exaggerating. Now, go do what you have to do.” He struts over to the bathroom counter like a runway model and leans back against it, clearly feeling buzzed with all the alcohol he’s consumed. I walk over to the toilet, giving him the side eye.

  “Can you turn around or something? I can’t pee with you just standing there watching me. You should have waited another few months before you expressed your interest in a golden shower.” I chuckle at my own joke. I’m hilarious!

  He stares me down for a minute with amusement in his eyes before he walks to the far corner of the room and faces the wall. “Is this good enough?”

  I pull my dress up and immediately empty my bladder. Man, I really had to go. “If you want to leave this bathroom intact, I suggest you stop moaning before I fuck the shit out of you,” his voice makes an echo in the monstrous bathroom.

  I finish up and wash my hands, only stumbling slightly in my heels on the way to the sink. As I’m using the towel to dry them, I feel Zander’s arms come around my waist, heading upward so he can cup my breasts with his hands. I lean my head back on his shoulder and moan as one of his hands creeps down to the hem of my dress and slowly starts inching it upward.

  “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now. Can you be quiet for me?” he questions.

  I nod my head yes. I know we’re both feeling pretty good from the alcohol, but I have this insatiable need overcoming me. One of his hands finds its way to my
pussy and begins to massage me. Pressing a finger to my clit, he drags out a guttural groan from me. I need him so badly.

  “Remember, Savvy, quiet,” Zander whispers in my ear.

  After he makes me come on his fingers, I hear him unbuckle his belt, and his pants drop to the floor. Zander’s dick pokes me in the ass before he bends down to line it up with my center. Entering me painfully slowly, he thrusts his hips in and out at a leisurely pace, as if we have all the time in the world.

  “Fuck me,” I groan out. Giving me what I want, he picks up the pace. When I start to get close, I moan out loud, which makes him stop.

  “No, don’t stop!” I try to buck my hips back to take what I need, but he’s holding my hips in place against the vanity.

  “What did I say about being quiet? Do I need to cover your mouth?” I nod my head, and he places a hand over my mouth as he gets back to fucking me good and hard.

  I look into the mirror in front of us and moan at what I see. Watching him fuck me from behind is beyond words. The intimacy of this moment has me so fucking horny, I groan through his hand. He moves his free hand to my clit and starts to fuck me even faster.

  My orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I start to scream through his hand.

  “Yes, baby! That’s it, squeeze my cock. Milk it, take every last drop of me. Fuuckkk,” Zander moans out as his orgasm hits him hard. We both collapse on the floor of the bathroom when our legs give out.

  After a few minutes, we both start to laugh, and we get up and right ourselves in the mirror. He gives me a knowing smile as I clean myself up, and we head back out to the party. A few people outside the bathroom give us amused looks. Hell yes, I just had crazy monkey sex with my hot as fuck boyfriend, thank you very much.