The Cocky Cage Fighter Six Book Box Set

by Lane Hart

  "Yeah," I reply. As proof I hold up the screen with Chris's message and the response I'd sent back an hour ago saying, "Sorry, but I have plans."

  "Oh, well...guess that's...good for you. I better go," he says, getting to his feet.

  "Yeah, I need to grab a quick shower and get ready, so I guess I'll see you around the gym," I say with forced bravado.

  I'm crumbling on the inside and don't know how much longer I can hold it in. I need to get him out of here.

  I head to the front door and open it wide, biting my bottom lip so it won't tremble. In a million years I never saw this coming, not after spending the night with him, with him telling me he thinks about me all the time. Now I've been deemed a distraction standing in the way of a stupid fucking fight.

  "I'm sorry, Sadie," he says when he comes to a stop in front of me, yanking the bottom block free from my Jenga tower of wobbly control. I can't even bear to look at him, especially when he breaks out his incredible acting skills. His voice even manages to sound shaky with his final parting jab. "I wish...I wish things were different."

  I shut the door as soon as his ass clears it. Then the first of many sobs escapes my throat when I finally let myself collapse.

  …

  Jude

  "Malone, what the fuck?" my wrestling coach yells when I give up my back to Alex.

  Again.

  "You know better than to fall for this shit!"

  He's right. I'm the best grappler in the place, but I'm so goddamn distracted that I can't think of moves or defenses to use against the other fighters. All I think about is Sadie. More specifically Sadie naked. With other fuckers. Like several of my teammates who I've overhead have gone out with her this week.

  Maybe if Alex had been one of them, I'd have better motivation to kick his ass. As it is, Matt is at the top of my shit list and I can't wait to get my fucking hands on him. And choke him to death. I warned that sonofabitch to stay away from her!

  Telling myself I shouldn't, I don't heed my own advice and glance over to the front counter. And...there she is. I swear she gets more beautiful each day just to taunt me. Today she's teasing my cock with a blue sleeveless dress. The swells of her breasts are pushed up from the top, so far I know it'll only take one jerk of my finger hooked in the front to completely expose them. The damn dress is too short too. An abundance of thigh is showing even when she's just standing there in high strappy sandals that make her lean legs sexy as fuck.

  I swear she's intentionally trying to kill me and every guy in the place. The productivity of all the fighters steadily declines as soon as she comes in from school every afternoon. We need a new gym dress code or to just ban her all together for being so damn distracting. I could try to get everyone to sign a petition, but I already know they would refuse. She's too fucking hot.

  The girl’s even managed to fuck up my ability to masturbate. My hand is an extremely poor substitute now that I know how amazing it feels to be inside of her tight, wet heat. I can’t even get myself off unless I’m thinking about pounding between her thighs or down her throat. No one else will do. She’s fucking ruined me.

  At least she'll only be here for a few more weeks. God, why does that thought cause my chest to hurt like an elephant’s sitting on it?

  While I'm letting myself watch her for a few seconds, she smiles and flips her blonde hair over her bare shoulder before taking the offered money for a protein shake from Sam, one of the lightweight fighters. Even from here I can tell he's practically drooling over her. Bastard.

  "Malone, let's call it a day until you get your fucking head on straight," Coach Snyder snarls before walking away with a disappointed shake of his head.

  I use the excuse of getting a water from the fridge to be closer to Sadie. Now I can hear her laugh, which is another brutal body shot.

  Heading to the locker room I force my eyes to stay away from her, practically having to close them to ensure they follow my order. I strip out of my sweaty shorts and grab my shower bag, needing the scalding water to pour down and beat some sense into me.

  I can't even escape Sadie in the goddamn shower. I hear that fucknut Matt talking to someone about her. It takes all my willpower not to go over and smash his face into the tile wall.

  "After two dates, Sadie still refuses to give it up," he tells one of the other guys.

  Relief floods me.

  "You throwing in the towel yet? I told you it's a lost cause. Complete cock tease," Mike Roberts, possibly talking now, a light heavyweight fighter.

  "Hell no! It's definitely going down Saturday. She's having a pool party after graduation, and she says her dad's promised he'll stay the fuck away. ‘Bout damn time since he's such a cock-blocker."

  I want to punch a hole through the shower wall thinking about him and her. And there's not a single damn thing I can do about it. I broke it off with her. She can date and fuck whoever she wants. I had no idea it would hurt so fucking bad.

  I try to remind myself why I had to end things. Something about I need to focus on getting ready for the title fight, which is ironic since now I can't think about a goddamn thing but her. Oh, and she's getting ready to move away, go off to college and sow her wild oats while I stay here and...train. Yeah, those sounded like great reasons about four days ago. Now? Not so much.

  "...three hours, at least, and I plan to be pounding my cock in her the entire time," Matt says. "Then she's leaving for the beach Sunday, so I can fuck whoever I want while she's gone without her finding out."

  Giving up on the rest of my shower, I grab my shit and walking out with suds still in my hair. I can't take it anymore. Barely drying myself with a towel I quickly dress and get the fuck out of dodge, wondering for the millionth time if I’d made a mistake.

  ...

  Saturday morning bright and early I'm bouncing my knee, fidgeting in my folding chair on Landon private school's lawn waiting for the graduation ceremony to start. Jax is on my right with Page next to him minus X-man who's staying with our dad. On my left is Coach Briggs.

  "You got ants in your pants?" Coach asks me and Jax chuckles.

  "No."

  "Then settle the hell down. Xavier wouldn't be as spastic as you sitting here."

  I try and sit still, chewing on my fingernails instead. There, hopefully that won't bother anyone.

  "Snyder and Jefferson say you've been off this week," Coach remarks.

  Great, now let's talk about what a fuck up I am.

  "What happened? I thought you were on fire, kicking Jax's ass and all."

  "He wishes," Jax mutters.

  "Just tired," I make up the excuse. Although, I have been exhausted, and unable to sleep or do anything else but obsess over who's fucking my girl. Only she's not mine anymore and I shouldn't care what the hell she's doing or whom.

  "Well, get some rest at the beach and just focus on cardio. Then when you get back I want you firing on all cylinders."

  The beach. Yeah, I'm still going, only because it's unfair for Sadie to miss out if I refuse. My bag's packed and ready back in my apartment. It'll be a whole week of twenty-four hour torture being so close to her without being able to touch her. Can't fucking wait.

  "I need another favor," Coach whispers.

  I let out a groan. "I'm tired of you and your fucking favors!" I snap at him so loudly some of the other parents turn around and look at me. I simply glare back at them.

  "This is an easy one and something you were probably going to do anyway," he says. "You know Sadie's having a graduation party this afternoon? Well, like a dumbass I assured her that I'd give her the benefit of doubt and not stick around to chaperon."

  "Yeah I've heard," I mutter through my gritted teeth.

  "I need you to go and just keep an eye out to make sure they don't do anything stupid."

  "I'm not a babysitter."

  "Yeah, I know, and they won't think of you as one. But the younger guys look up to you and will listen to you if it comes down to it."

  Would
I stop Sadie from fucking that lowlife if I could? Hell yes.

  He just wants to use her and move on to his next piece of ass, and she deserves more than that. I'll do it for her, not selfishly for myself. Sure.

  "Fine," I grumble.

  "Thanks," Coach says quietly, right as the long line of graduating seniors file in to take their seats. My eyes instantly find Sadie near the front, looking gorgeous in her blue cap and gown. "That fucker Matt's been trying his best to weasel his way under her skirt all week. I swear he thinks I'm a blind fool."

  The fucker in question is sitting two rows up from us. A lot of the Havoc guys came to see Sadie graduate. She's like a sister to most of them, although they're all starting to see her in a much less innocent way.

  I'm surprised Coach knows about Matt and wants him to stay away from Sadie. How did he not find out I was fucking her for a week? Even in his own damn house.

  Because unlike Matt, he trusts me with his daughter.

  "And Sadie..." Coach starts and pauses. The anticipation of whatever he was going to say is killing me.

  "Sadie what?" I can't help asking.

  "I don't know if that asshole Ryder is still screwing with her or what, but she's been moping around all week, and I'm pretty sure she's been crying."

  Ah shit. Is it my fault she's been upset or that bastard's? Now I can't help but worry about her.

  I'm such an asshole for hurting her, and in a few hours, I'm gonna cock block the fuck out of that little sonofabitch. I might not be able to stop every guy from sleeping with Sadie, but I'll be damned if I let Matt have her.

  “I swear it feels like a revolving door on the front of my house ever since prom," Coach says. "I’m gonna have to get a shotgun to warn the bastards off with.”

  “Well maybe if you didn’t let her dress so damn skimpy around the gym you wouldn’t have to deal with all those jackasses,” I say before I can help myself.

  “Yeah, like she’d listen to me,” he replies, then chuckles. “Besides, protein shake sales have doubled in the last week.”

  I didn’t doubt that one bit.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sadie

  Why the fuck is Jude here?

  It's not that I'm unhappy seeing him, because holy hell he's gorgeous. But what happened to him needing to spend every minute training? In nothing but blue boardshorts and dark sunglasses over his eyes, he's stretched out in a lounge chair with this hands behind his head. My heart hasn't even started to try and put itself back together yet. It's too fresh and I miss him so damn much. It's bad enough that I have to pretend to ignore him every freaking afternoon at the gym, but now I have to put up with him in my backyard?

  Most of the younger Havoc guys are here though since this year we're having our annual pool party today instead of on July Fourth, the night we'll all be in Fairfax for Jude's fight. Brayden, Cassie, Lauren and I are the only females in attendance, and all three of them are currently draped over their significant others, happy as can be.

  I've tried to keep moving, talking to everyone and not staying in the same spot for too long since Matt is really freaking eager to get me inside. I'd even considered it...until Jude showed up.

  How am I supposed to mess around with another guy when I can't stop thinking about him sitting a few yards away? It's stupid since he obviously doesn't give a rat's ass about me, and now I've got to spend the next week at the beach with the good looking son of a bitch who doesn't want me.

  That's the part I can't comprehend. I hadn't imagined the way he'd wanted me. There was an intense and amazing soul deep connection between us…at least I thought there had been. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about me and that he'd bought an apartment to spend more time alone with me. So why would he break up with me a day after moving in?

  Unless...now that he's living on his own, he wants to sleep with lots of women, not just one. Maybe after losing his virginity he's ready to make up for lost time. God knows he won't have any trouble finding volunteers. Just the thought of him with another woman makes me feel nauseous.

  But for whatever reason he's here, and although I can't see his eyes behind his dark glasses, I can almost feel his gaze on me.

  Testing the theory I reach down to adjust one of the small black triangles of my bikini top, making sure everything is staying covered while keeping my eyes in his direction. His tongue wets his bottom lip before he turns his head away.

  So maybe he's still attracted to me and I can find a way to use that to get his attention. Only one way to find out - Flirt with every single man here but him.

  "Hey, Sam?" I call out to the blonde-haired fighter. He's just a year older than me and is at the moment coming down the steps into the pool. He's a lightweight, leaner than most the other guys, but really darn cute with blue eyes. We went out to dinner and a movie the night after Jude crushed my heart. I wanted to feel something for Sam, but sadly there was nothing.

  "Hey, Sadie, what's up?" he asks with a smile, swimming over to me.

  "Would you mind tightening the strings on my top? They feel a little loose," I say, reaching up to the dangling fabric around my neck.

  "Oh, um, sure," he says.

  I stand up in the shallow end of the pool and pile my hair up to secure it with the hair tie on my wrist. After a second I feel Sam pull the string to untie the original knot.

  "Hold them tight, I don't want to flash anyone," I joke with him.

  "Right," he says, tightening the two strings. "Is that okay? Too tight?"

  "Nope, that's good," I assure him and he ties the bow. "Thanks, Sam."

  One man down, two dozen more to go.

  I climb out of the pool, now adjusting my bottoms to make sure my ass is covered before heading over to the table set up with drinks and a cooler of ice. Of course everything is non-alcoholic. That was one of my dad's rules for promising to stay away.

  Lifting the lid off the cooler I grab one of the chunky cubes of ice and pop it into my mouth to cool myself down, then reach for another one.

  "Ice...ice...baby?" Alex says from behind me with a chuckle. He's another welterweight guy like Jude and Matt, but he's shorter and stockier than the two of them, making him a better wrestler than an on-his-feet-fighter in the cage. He's not as good as Jude though. Alex runs his hand through his medium length brown hair that's wet and messy, dripping heavily like his bare upper body. It's so awesome that men only have to wear shorts when they swim, but even with all the muscular hotness wandering around, none get me hot and bothered like seeing even an inch of Jude's perfect carved body.

  "Yeah, you want some?" I ask holding up the extra cube while crushing the other between my teeth.

  "Sure," he says with a smile, opening his mouth wide for me to put it in. Only, instead of his mouth, I decide to do more of the very obvious flirting. I reach down and grab the elastic front of his boardshorts with one hand and drop the cube in with the other, seeing all the treasure at the end of his trail.

  Surprise shows on Alex's face, his amber eyes going wide and jaw falling open an instant before he starts doing the ah-fuck-that's-cold dance. Honest to God, uncontrollable laughter bursts from me when he shoves his hand down his pants to try and chase the ice around his privates before finally fishing it out. But then there's a mischievous gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his face.

  "You're in for it now," he warns with a smile before he lunges for me.

  I run around the side of the pool, but he quickly catches me, trapping me against the privacy fence with his hips pressed into mine and a strong grasp on my shoulder holding me in place. My hands can't make his budge when he presses the ice cube against my bare stomach and rubs it lower in a straight line, past my sensitive belly button before pushing it down the front of my bikini bottoms. Now it's my turn to squeal and squirm, trying to dig it out as everyone around us watches, hooting and hollering with laughter.

  When I get a hold of the ice after it's started melting in my bikini waxed area I look up and hold Alex's eyes b
efore I pull it out and pop it into my mouth.

  "Damn Sadie," he groans. "You play dirty. And just as soon as my junk unthaws, you're gonna make me embarrass myself."

  That has me giggling again, and for a few minutes it's nice to not think about how much Jude hurt me.

  With a flirty tilt of my head, I smile wide, holding the ice cube between my front teeth in offering, seeing if he'll take the bait.

  Alex quickly goes for it, gripping both of my hips when he leans down and presses his lips to mine. Using my tongue I push the melting cube into his mouth, brushing his tongue on the retreat.

  "When did you get so fucking sexy, Sadie?" he asks when he pulls back with only inches separating our faces.

  "When you guys finally stopped treating me like I'm a little girl," I tell him honestly.

  "Yeah, you’re definitely all grown up, and now you're the gold championship belt everyone wants to win."

  That ridiculous comment makes me grin. "Oh really? So who's currently in the lead?"

  "Malone," he says, crunching the ice between his teeth. "And everyone except Matt is too scared of him to make a move. But Matt's a fucking idiot, one you shouldn't waste another second with. He's only after one thing from you and every other girl he can get it from."

  I know Matt is a player. I've heard the rumors at school about all the girls he's hooked up with. If he's using me then that's fine because in a way I'm using him, too. Best case scenario, seeing me with him will make Jude jealous, and worst case Matt will remind me that I'm wanted by someone.

  "So you're not making a move?" I ask Alex curiously.

  "Nope. Just wanted to make sure you knew. He's gone from having his best week ever when he was with you to the shittiest without you. If he's gonna beat Linc, I think he needs you in his corner."

  "He doesn't want me in his corner," I reply.

  "Yeah he does. He can't take his eyes off of you. If you think I'm wrong then step one foot inside your house with Matt and see what happens."

  "Uh-uh," I say, shaking my head with a smile when I ease away from Alex.