Reckless (Bound by Cage Book 4)

by Brittany Crowley

  “Jesus Soph…” I’m on the verge of shooting down her throat when I pull her away and up against me. “I want to fuck you too bad but first I need a taste.”

  I hoist her in the air so she’s straddling my face and place her back against the wall. Fuck beds, the walls where it’s at. I think I’ll fuck her against it too, after I make her beg me for my cock of course. As I inhale her scent, I can’t help but dive in. Christ, it’s even better than I remembered. My tongue connects with her clit and her hands go to my hair. She matches her pulls with the thrusts of my tongue. Sophie starts working her hips to ride my face and that’s when I can’t hold back any longer.

  “Ahhh, I’m gonna come!”

  I drop her down and catch her with my thighs as I thrust my dick deep inside of her.

  “Sophie…” I moan as my hips start to move of their own accord.

  “Fucking hell, more Kyle, more! I’m coming!”

  I feel her body tremble as I pick-up the pace and fuck her like my life depends on it. I make a note to talk her into filming our next time. I fuck her faster with the thought of watching this over and over on replay trying to make her come faster, scream louder, ruin her for any other man.

  My balls start to tighten but I push through it. No chance in hell is she coming only once after not having her for five fucking years.

  I pull out and face her towards the wall before thrusting back inside.

  “Your pussy was made for me baby.”

  “Don’t get sappy Cage, fuck me harder!”

  I turn her head and ravage her lips. My tongue delves inside without invitation, not that I really need one right now. I’m balls deep in her pussy for fuck sake.

  I catch her moans in my mouth as I slam into her harder unable to hold back any longer. When she screams pure ecstasy shoots through my body. I have one second to make a decision. Pull out or say fuck it. Unable to pull my dick from her tight depths I say fuck it and come harder than I ever have before.

  A growl rips from my mouth as she moans just as loud as we come together. Two halves of a whole that were meant to find each other again. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  “Christ.” Sophie rests her head back on my chest. I can feel her heart pulsing through our sweaty connected skin and I’m sure she can feel my heart erratically beating.

  I pull out moments later and plant kisses down her spine as I reach for my shirt and wipe between her legs.

  “Shit, Kyle I should have said before that I’m on the pill.”

  I don’t know if I’m more disappointed or relieved at that revelation. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?

  “You need to call Humphry and cancel your date. I don’t share.” I growl.

  She starts to giggle, and it really ticks me off. Can she really let me fuck her then say she’s going out with another man in the next breath?

  “Harley is just a friend.”

  “He’s a guy.”

  “Yeah, well he’s also into guys.”

  “You were just playing with me?” I place my hand between her legs and start massaging her clit.

  “Oh my god…” My fingers don’t ease up and she’s close to coming again within a couple minutes.

  “Are you going to tease me again babe?”

  “Maybe.”

  I stop and she groans in frustration. “Don’t fucking stop Kyle!” She grabs my hand and places it back between her legs as she tries to ride my hand.

  “You can come again… after you tell me you won’t pull that shit again.”

  “Fuck, I love you like this. Demanding, bossy. God move your fingers! I won’t tease you anymore… with men.”

  My fingers thrust inside her and she’s screaming out my name thirty seconds later.

  We’re fully dressed ready to leave the room and we’re giggling like a couple of high schoolers who just had sex for the first time. I look over at her and smile, how can I not when she hasn’t stopped smiling since she came on my hand…and my face… and my cock.

  “Just to clarify, you’re mine now Sophie.”

  “We’ll talk about it.”

  “Fuck, will you stop being so stubborn and just accept the inevitable? You’re mine. You were always meant to be mine.” I frame her face with my hands. “I’m inside you baby. There’s no question you’re mine.”

  “I’ll think about it if you promise the same.”

  “Do you think I’d fuck around on you? No chance would easy pussy ever make me want to fuck up what we have. We’re a family. You, me and Gabe.”

  Her eyes start to moisten. “I said I’ll think about it.”

  I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “A family, and we’re gonna start by changing Gabe’s last name. We’ll get to yours eventually.”

  “Kyle…”

  “Let’s go find Gabe!”

  I can’t let her dwell or try and talk me out of it. Someday it’ll happen.

  When we get to the bottom of the stairs we see a note hanging on the wall.

  Brought Gabe home but don’t worry, I took the armed forces. Didn’t want him to come up and see if you guys were okay with all the pained grunting. He was really concerned.

  -Mom

  “Ah, shit.”

  “It’s okay, we’ll tell him we were sick or something. He’s only five.”

  “Well since we have some time…”

  I hear her giggle before I pounce.

  We christened two more rooms before heading home.

  CHAPTER 14

  Kyle

  “Hey Uncle Pres.”

  “You know I hate when you call me that.”

  Gabe lifts his head from his coloring and stares Preston down. “Sorry Uncle Penis.”

  I laugh because Gabe’s funny as shit. Where the hell does he come up with this stuff?

  “Listen kid, I’m not your uncle.”

  “Dad said you are brothers.” Gabe’s not backing down.

  “Like brothers.”

  Gabe looks over at me with a can you believe this guy look. “Penis is cranky today Dad.”

  I burst out laughing as Preston scowls at me. I’ve been spending the day with him, my first alone day. Surprisingly it’s gone smooth and I haven’t been as nervous as I thought. Sophie called me this morning in a bind having to be at the Inn with her Mom trying to power through getting it ready for the grand opening this weekend.

  “Hey, can you keep an eye on him for a minute? I have to run out to my car and get my protein powder.”

  “Sure, do I need to do anything? Change his diaper?”

  I give him an are you kidding me look.

  “I got it, take your time.”

  When I get back inside a few minutes later, Gabe and Preston are in the middle of an epic stare down. Christ, what now? Preston notices me and intensifies his stare.

  “Remember our deal.”

  “I’m a man of my word.” Gabe replies like he’s a 50-year-old mob boss and now I want to know what the fuck just happened.

  “Care to fill me in?”

  “Nothing to see. Nothing to report. I’m actually going to head out because I have a meeting. A meeting you should be at because it’s with two high profile endorsement companies.”

  “Can you picture him in the meeting calling everyone shit heads? I have faith in you my man.”

  I really don’t but what else can I say. I’ve been thinking harder and harder about our relationship. Both work and personal. The snide comments he makes towards Sophie whether to her face or behind her back do not fly with me. I can find anyone to run my career, I just need to think on it and figure out if I’m being too sensitive. He’s been my best friend forever and if I fire him it’d do some serious damage to that.

  “You know where I stand on the matter. I’ll call you later with good news hopefully.”

  “No doubt.”

  “Don’t forget, you need to be in Vegas in a couple weeks. Get your head in the game. Once you get on that plane you leave all of this be
hind for the fight.”

  “What the hell’s wrong with you? Yeah, I’m gonna go back to Vegas and live the life I had before all of this. Bang bitches and party hard until I pass out.” I roll my eyes and sweep my arm towards Gabe.

  “Why the fuck not? You had no problem with your life before. You know the saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” He finishes his little monologue off with a wink.

  “Just get out of here Pres.” I don’t mention that I asked Sophie last night to come with me to Vegas, both her and Gabe. It’ll only set him off and I’m not sure if they’ll come. I want them there but she didn’t sound too excited about it.

  He salutes me and leaves my house. That’s it. I need to find another manager and hope that our friendship can withstand it. I’ve known him since I was a kid, he’s the only person that’s been around me that long that’s not my family. Hopefully without the added pressure of managing my fighting career, he’ll be able to take a breather and see that my life has changed. Drastically. I have a son now and he has to come to terms with that. I make up my mind to do it right after my fight. No need to stir stuff up when I need to be focusing on defending my title, not finding a new manager.

  My phone rings and I look down and see Sophie’s name flashing on the screen. A smile forms on my lips as I answer.

  “Hey babe, are you almost done? Me and Gabe were thinking of bringing you dinner.”

  She takes a deep breath so I know its bad. “Don’t be mad.”

  “Depends what you say.”

  “You know how crazy its been lately. Hiding Gabe when we’re out. Barely going out because we need to hide.”

  “Yeah…”

  “So… I did a thing.”

  “Did a thing?” I repeat as my heart rate picks up at the possibility.

  “I contacted a charity and gave them five million dollars.”

  “Why Sophie, do you have a sugar Daddy I don’t know about?” I chuckle.

  “No but I may have sold a picture of the three of us to a tabloid and sent all the money to charity.”

  “YOU WHAT? I thought you were kidding when you mentioned it the other night!”

  “You said you wouldn’t get mad.”

  “No, I didn’t! Shit Soph, this is stuff you need to talk out with me before you do it.”

  “Technically I did…there’s more.”

  “Christ. Hit me.” What else could she possibly tell me? I thought she was joking the other night when she brought up releasing a picture of us to the press. She’s shown no interest in the spotlight so this is all catching me off guard.

  “We’re giving an interview.”

  “Son of a… Sophie, Maggie’s going to annihilate me.”

  “I don’t care, I’ll talk to her. I can’t keep living this way Ky. Gabe can’t keep living this way. I figured once it’s out there, people will leave us alone, we’ll become yesterday’s news.”

  “It might not work that way.” I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. She has no idea what she just did.

  “But there’s a chance it will. You asked me last night to go to Vegas with you. A whole two weeks in your world.”

  “I’m aware, I was there.”

  “Don’t be a jackass. I figured the pressure would be ten times worse so I needed to do something.”

  “Are you saying you’re coming to Vegas?”

  “I’m saying I’m leaning in that direction. But I have stipulations.”

  “We’ll talk about them later. I need to call Maggie and warn her. She’ll want to fly out and be here for the interview as a buffer in case it goes bad.”

  “Then get on it sugar Daddy! I’ll be there soon! Give Gabe a kiss for me.”

  I hang up and sigh. Maggie is not going to be happy.

  ***

  As expected Maggie was completely bullshit. But she also did what she does best and pushed the interview off for a bit. She figured the exposure with my upcoming fight wouldn’t hurt, so we’re doing it while we’re in Vegas now.

  I pull my sunglasses down and stare at the tabloid that has a candid family picture of me, Soph and Gabe. We’re all smiling and we look… happy.

  Damn. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long ass time and I don’t know how I made it five years without Sophie at my side. I’m a dumb ass for not realizing it sooner.

  My eyes find another tabloid with a different picture on the cover and it has me seeing red. Who the fuck sent that picture? Sophie says she gave one!

  I pull out my phone and quickly dial her number.

  “Hey, are you almost home?”

  If I weren’t so pissed I’d revel in the fact that she calls my house home.

  “You said you only released one picture to the press, right?”

  “Hi, I’m fine and how are you? Of course, it was just the one picture.”

  “Then someone hacked my phone. I’m looking at four different tabloids right now and three of them are pictures from my phone and I can say with 100% assurance that I didn’t send them in.”

  “I know you didn’t. You were pissed when I released my picture a week ago!”

  “I need to call around and get them all pulled. I’ll be home as soon as I deal with this babe.”

  “See you soon.” She whispers before hanging up.

  After buying the chocolate chip cookies I know my boy loves, I head to my car and make some phone calls.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes Mr. Cage. We spoke with him the other day.”

  “Thanks for your time.” I hang up and pound my steering wheel. Now he’s gone too far.

  After a quick text I run by Z’s house and grab him because if someone’s not there to intervene Preston may die.

  “Hey man, what’s going on?” He looks at me and whistles. “Uh oh, someone’s in a mood.”

  “Preston.” I growl then explain the whole sordid details of what transpired.

  “Fuck man, we always knew he was a dumb ass. Okay so why am I going to this confrontation?”

  “I need you to make sure I don’t do something stupid.”

  “I can handle that, although I wouldn’t mind if you got a few hits in on him.”

  “Fuck, I knew I should have went with Josh.” I laugh.

  “I’m kidding. I won’t let you do anything that’ll ruin your fight in a few weeks.”

  Ten minutes later, we pull up in front of Z’s gym and I see Preston’s rental car already idling at the curb. I planned this all out in my head. We’d go inside, talk like civilized adults and get down to the issue at hand. Then we’d part ways as gentleman and never see each other again.

  What I didn’t count on was the overwhelming rage I felt when I saw the pompous ass get out of his car. Also didn’t think the betrayal would hit me as hard as it did. Nor did I think I’d fly out of my car in record time and have him pinned by his throat up against his car.

  “Why the fuck did you do it?”

  “What are you talking about?” Preston’s scared and I revel in it. He looks over towards a now approaching Zander for help and it makes me laugh.

  “Why did you steal those pictures on my phone?” I squeeze his throat a little tighter as his breaths come out in choked gasps. Zander steps in and pulls me off of him pulling me backwards.

  “Let’s go inside out of the view of prying eyes gentleman.”

  Shit, I look around and thankfully see no paps around. How could I be so reckless? Then I laugh thinking about my choice of words.

  Preston straightens out his suit coat and walks in the gym.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I was thinking I was being reckless.”

  “I knew it was a matter of time before you started telling Dad jokes. Although the way you got your name was fucked up, you earned that shit.”

  “You go crazy in your first fight and people dub you Reckless.” I shrug my shoulders.

  “Crazy? You practically ripped that guys arm from its socket.” He pats me on the shoulder as we en
ter the building. “Hey, keep a level head.” I nod my head and take a deep breath.

  Preston’s checking his neck in the mirrors that run along one wall. “Fuck man, that’s going to leave a mark.”

  “I’ll leave more than that I promise you.” I growl like a man possessed.

  “Okay, it looks like I’m playing mediator. Preston, did you leak pictures from Ky’s phone to the press?”

  “Leak no. I sent them myself and we got paid for it.”

  “We?” I growl again.

  “Yes man, we! That bitch can release a picture of your brat but I do it for money, big money I want to add, and you try to kill me!”

  I lunge at him but Zander grabs me.

  “Where the hell is the so-called money?” Zander asks.

  “It’s already in his account. After I signed the contract they deposited it… I took my share of course.”

  “Of course. Is that all it’s about Pres, the money? And call Sophie a bitch one more time and you won’t be able to walk again!”

  “She’s going to ruin your career man. I’m just looking out for your best interest.”

  “You mean your best interest. As long as there’s money involved for you it’s in my best interest.”

  “You never had a problem before. It’s your family, they’re brainwashing you. I knew this would fucking happen if I wasn’t here with you!”

  “You’re fired. Pack your shit, go back to Vegas and get your shit out of my place.”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “He’s deadly serious Preston, and I’m going to personally reach out to my connections and make sure you don’t work another day as a manager.”

  “You can’t do that!”

  “Are you sure about that Pres? He’s Hitman, he knows a lot of fucking people.” I smile.

  Preston storms towards the door.

  “Hey Pres, I want all the money from those pictures in my account, every last cent. Otherwise I’ll go to the magazines you sold them to and tell them you forged my signature.”

  His face goes red but he keeps his mouth shut and leaves the gym.