The Cocky Cage Fighter Six Book Box Set

by Lane Hart

“Ohh-kay,” I say, still unsure how to proceed now, but I really do want him to keep going. So, I decide to start at the beginning. “We saw each other at Old School. You know, that club downtown? We left together. And in the backseat of the taxi, I got down on the floorboard between his legs and sucked his dick.”

  Eyes closed again, Luke shivers likes he’s turned on hearing about me and another man, and I admit it’s kind of hot.

  “Then what happened?” he prompts, thrusting deep inside me.

  “He laid me upside down on his lap, wrapped my legs around his neck and ate me out.”

  “Oh fuck. With the driver watching?” he asks.

  “Yeah. He pulled over and…and watched us the whole time.”

  “Did you fuck him in the cab, too?” he asks. I feel him swell inside me and know he’s about to explode. He starts moving faster, losing his rhythm, and I find myself getting close again.

  “No. We came back to my apartment…and he fucked me in the foyer…standing up. There’s a dent in the drywall…from how hard we fucked.”

  “Oh shit,” Luke groans before he pounds frantically in and out of me with his release that catapults me into my own. His hips slow until they eventually come to a stop, his cock still twitching inside me. “Wow,” he says with a smile.

  “Wow,” I echo.

  “That was hot,” he says with a quick kiss. “I ever mention my fetish for voyeurism?”

  “Ah, no. So you like…watching?” I ask.

  “Oh yeah.”

  Can’t say I disagree since the backseat of the cab with Senn was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done. I really liked having someone watch, and I’m pretty sure Senn did, too. “That’s why you didn’t get jealous after I slept with Senn?” I ask Luke.

  “Just jealous that I didn’t get to watch,” he tells me with a chuckle.

  “You want to watch…”

  “Fuck yeah. I think you should give him another chance.”

  “What?” I exclaim, coming up out of bed so fast Luke has to roll off of me. My stomach rolls with him, but not the usual way that accompanies nausea. No, this was more like bubbles… “Oh my God. I just felt the baby move!” There’s another wave of flutters.

  “No shit?” Luke laughs. “Where?”

  I press my fingers to the lower right side of my stomach, feeling around beside my hip. It’s too soon to feel her move on the outside, but maybe I can shake her up on the inside again. Nothing happens, though, causing my shoulders to slump in disappointment.

  “It stopped,” I tell Luke, who’s rubbing a palm over my bump.

  “Aw. That’s still pretty awesome.”

  My eyes roam over the lean fighter perched naked on his knees beside me with messy, blond hair, a gorgeous smile, rows of abs and pelvic muscles to die for. How appropriate. But he’s not just a beautiful package. He’s also ridiculously sweet and would do anything for me without asking for a thing in return. “You are pretty awesome,” I tell him, reaching over to stroke my palm over this muscled thigh. “And really hot. Even if you do have a few odd fetishes.”

  He chuckles before stretching out next to me, so I roll to my side to face him, propped up on my elbow. “I also seem to have one helluva fetish for pregnant women,” he says, eyeing my breasts and belly. “But don’t tell anyone.”

  “Your secret is safe with me,” I say, flashing him a smile.

  Grabbing my braid, he pulls it forward, draping it over my shoulder. “So Senn showed up at your doctor’s appointment?” he asks.

  “Why did you tell him? You’re sort of crazy for getting close enough to even talk to him.”

  “He’s the baby’s father, so you can’t just cut him out of this decision. Doesn’t he at least deserve a chance?”

  “He doesn’t want to be a father,” I respond.

  “Maybe he’ll surprise you.”

  “Doubtful,” I mutter, laying my head down on the pillow.

  “How do you know unless you try?” he asks, pulling the cover up and over us.

  “Why are you suddenly so gung-ho for Team Senn?”

  “Because I think he wants to be involved, he just doesn’t know how,” he explains. “Oh, and I want to watch you two fuck while you’re still up for it.”

  Laughter burst out of me so hard I have to cover my mouth to keep from spraying Luke. “You are insane…there’s no way.” My body shakes with giggles just picturing Senn’s face if I asked him to do that.

  “I think you’re wrong. He wants you. He’s already fucked you with an audience. And I’m guessing he would love a chance to claim you in front of me.”

  “Claim me?” I screech, and I grab my stomach when there’s another shift inside. “She moved again.”

  “I bet she hears you better when you raise your voice,” Luke says with a smile.

  “Maybe so,” I agree.

  “Now, can we start planning your seduction of Senn?” he asks, and I slap him in the chest playfully.

  “You’re out of your young, dirty mind,” I tell him. “He hates me.”

  “No, he doesn’t. Just give the big man a chance. You’ll only live this life once, right?” he asks.

  His words only serve to remind me that my own personal doomsday clock is definitely ticking louder than ever. Am I scared of death? No. I’m absolutely terrified. But mostly I’m just sad because of everything I’ll miss. I pray to God that I’ll make it through the pregnancy, but like Fall Out Boy said, I may as well let the good times roll just in case it’s my time to go.

  Chapter Eleven

  Senn

  It takes me three days holed up in my house before I can go back to Havoc. I’m only going today because I’ve got a fight coming up in a month and I need to be ready if I want to keep moving down in the world rankings. At least Linc is out of town with Jude, who’s getting ready to try to take his brother Jax’s middleweight title up in Virginia.

  I’m still pissed at Linc and Abby, but I’m also angry at myself for being the one to cause all this shit. If I hadn’t slept with her that night, that one single fucking time, she wouldn’t be pregnant. Instead, she would be doing chemo or whatever else to beat the cancer rather than risking her own life…

  Damn it. I want to pick the tiny woman up and shake some sense into her. Then, I want to throw her down and fuck her, as messed up as that is knowing she’s…

  Since it’s raining out, I shove my ear buds in and blast loud, angry music when I jump on one of the empty treadmills. None of the other fighters or coaches in the gym meet my eyes, like they’re afraid I might Hulk out on them if I catch them looking at me. Fine with me. I turn up the speed on the machine to push myself to run faster.

  Grateful that DMX is too loud for me to think, I’m in my own little world of training to kick ass in the cage…or I was, until she walked in. What in the holy fuck is she wearing? In a short, black dress, the crisscrossing cups only hold approximately one quarter of her luscious, creamy tits that are standing out like spotlights in the darkness. The way the dress flows loosely, you can barely tell there’s a baby bump underneath. It’s so short her thigh gap is showing, and it’s wide enough for my cock…my cock that is lengthening in my sweats. If I don’t think of something else soon, I’ll be erecting a tent. Remembering that she’ll likely die within a few months takes the air right out of my sails. She sure as fuck doesn’t look sick.

  I assume she’s here for Linc and doesn’t know he’s out of town. She’s probably hoping to make plans and shit for the future with him. Instead of heading to his office, her eyes rake over the fighters working out at the various stations before they land on me. How can a woman so small just look at me and that’s all it takes to instantly feel like I’m about three feet tall? When she starts walking toward me, I mutter a curse and turn down the machine to a walking pace to catch my breath. I don’t know what there is to say to her, and with her titties out, I’ll be lucky if I can remember my own damn name or hear a word she says.

  “We need to talk,�
�� she says when she’s only a foot away. From up on the inclined treadmill I can see right down into her cleavage, even better than usual. Did she ask me a question? No, I’m pretty sure it was a statement. Something about talking.

  “Um, okay?” I prompt to request more information.

  “Do you wanna come over later?” she asks.

  My cock jerks at the word come. Yes, he’s jonesing to come. No, no, no. “Why?” I inquire.

  “To talk.”

  Oh yeah. Talk. Does motorboating count as a form of communication? My lips move during it, and sounds are definitely made.

  “Okay,” I agree, telling myself I will go and talk without laying a finger on her. My cock disapproves. She’s fucking some other asshole, I remind him. He bets he can fuck her better.

  “See you then,” she says before turning on her heel and sauntering out the door. A lot of eyes follow her, making me want to grab a club and play pop-a-motherfucker, pounding in the skulls of these dickheads. That woman really is turning me into a caveman.

  …

  I may or may not have cut my workout short, so I could get a shower and head straight to Abby’s. The absence of an orange mustang in the parking lot has me feeling a little better about the chance that Luke, the jackass, isn’t hanging around tonight.

  Climbing the steps to the second story, I knock on her apartment door and wait. My hair is still damp when I run my fingers through it as I fidget.

  “Hey,” Abby says when she opens the door, still wearing the same dress. Not sure if that’s a good thing or bad. Good because…damn. Bad because that fucking dress makes it really hard to concentrate.

  “So where’s your boy toy?” I ask as I step into the apartment.

  She smiles. “He’ll be over later.”

  Lesson: Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answers to.

  Cracking my knuckles, I try to move things along. “What did you want to talk about?”

  Following her to the white leather sofa, I sit next to her but with plenty of room between us.

  “The baby,” she starts. “I’m having it, end of discussion.”

  “Yeah, I got that,” I mutter. After thinking about it for three days, I know where she’s coming from. I wish I could change her mind, but Abby’s stubborn and wants to have this baby more than anything. It’s the worst possible decision anyone could make, so I have to respect her a little for not taking what seems like the easiest way out. But that also means that I need to let her know she can count on me, no matter what happens. She needs to hear what I want, now that I’ve had time to figure out exactly what that is.

  “I may not be father material now,” I admit. “But I promise you that I’m gonna try and do better, for her. I want to either help you raise this baby or do it myself.”

  Abby’s jaw drops open a few seconds before she recovers and shakes her head. “I don’t think you realize how hard it will be to raise a baby on your own. They don’t sleep much. They eat all the time and poop a lot.”

  “It must not be that bad if everyone does it,” I point out. “And my schedule is flexible.”

  “Who will watch her while you’re at the gym?” she asks.

  “That’s what daycares and babysitters are for. Plenty of parents drop their kids off and go to work. Besides, my work day is only four or five hours.”

  “A girl is gonna need a mother figure to help raise her.”

  “Don’t you have a sister who can help me? And how do you know I won’t eventually settle down? Have a girlfriend? Get married?” I ask.

  Abby’s jaw clenches, and she grabs her belly when she looks away. Huh. So she doesn’t like thinking about me with someone else.

  “What if she’s a shitty mother?” Ah, so that’s what this is about.

  “You think I have bad taste in women?” I remark, pointing out how hypocritical that was.

  “She could be a real gold digger, out for your money, and not give a shit about you or the baby.”

  “Really?” I ask. “Do I look that stupid? My money is on lockdown. I don’t even know how much I have. No one actually knows how well I get paid for fights.”

  “They will if you get better.” She makes a valid point.

  “I won’t let a gold digger screw me over.”

  “Will you just consider that Linc and Claire might be the best option for providing her with a real family?”

  “Claire will resent her and she’ll always cause problems for them. Do you really want to do that to our daughter? Do you really want to do that to Linc? Fuck his life over because you can’t be with him?”

  “That’s not…I’m not…God, you’re such an annoying dickhole.” She’s flustered. And horny.

  “Will you at least consider that I’m a better option than Linc and Claire?” I ask.

  Abby stares at me for several silent seconds, judging my sincerity or whatever else, so I plow forward. “Just give me from now until the baby is born before you decide. If I can’t change your mind by then…”

  “Fine,” she eventually grumbles, and then her face lights up. “If you can go the entire rest of the pregnancy without fucking anyone else, I’ll consider it.”

  “You don’t want me to fuck anyone else?” I ask for clarification.

  “No. If you can’t do that for a few months…”

  “I can do it,” I assure her. I start to demand the same from her, but I don’t. In a few months, I’ll be free to fuck whoever I want and she…she may not even be…

  “Yeah, right,” she scoffs. “There’s no way you can keep your dick in your pants for four more months.”

  “I can. And who knows. Maybe all this arguing is for nothing.” I’m trying to think positively. Abby seems too healthy to be sick.

  “Maybe,” she agrees with a small smile, telling me that she’s hanging on to that possibility with everything she’s got. I hope it’s enough. “So, do you wanna fuck?”

  “What?” I ask, having clearly misheard her with my mind going back into the gutter.

  “I’m sorry. Let me dumb it down for you. Do you want to get naked and put your cock inside me?”

  Blinking at her, I’m still not sure where the hell that proposition came from.

  “You want to fuck?” I ask. “Like right now?”

  “Uh-huh. Oh, and Luke wants to watch.”

  I see her lips moving, but the words coming out are not making sense.

  “Did you say Luke wants to watch? Like you and I–”

  “Fucking? Yes,” she says with a nod and smirk. She’s enjoying making me squirm.

  “Why the hell would I want to do that?” I ask.

  “You liked having the cab driver watch us.” Fuck, I hate when she’s right about shit.

  “I didn’t know him, and he didn’t fuck you afterwards.”

  “You could watch afterwards,” she says, playing teasingly with her long braid while my jaw comes unhinged.

  “No,” I say, shaking my head and getting to my feet. She has fucking lost her mind. What is wrong with her? Oh yeah, she may only have months to live. “I’ll um, talk to you later,” I say. And with an annoyed tug of my fingers through my hair, I get the fuck out of dodge.

  Chapter Twelve

  Abby

  “You were wrong,” I tell Luke when I open the door to let him in my apartment. “But seeing his face when I asked was priceless.”

  “Senn said no? I can’t believe it. I thought for sure…” he says, spinning his orange baseball cap around to kiss me in greeting. “Oh, he’ll be back,” he says with confidence when he wraps me in his arms and his hands lower to squeeze my ass cheeks. “Maybe even tonight. I give him two days max.”

  “Doubtful,” I say with a shake of my head. “You didn’t see him. He looked like he was about to blow a gasket.”

  “Doesn’t he have a fight in a few weeks?” Luke asks, following me to the sofa.

  “Um, I dunno. I think he may have one coming up.”

  “Then he’ll be bac
k…or he’ll go and fuck some random chicks from a club. Because when you’re horny, you can’t concentrate in the cage.”

  “Oh,” I mutter, not wanting to think about Senn with other women. I mean, that’s what he does, and I’m with someone else, but I feel like he’s…cheating on me and the baby. The pregnancy makes me all possessive and shit. And, if he does do that, then he wasn’t serious about wanting to be father. Ugh, my life is so stressful that I need a nap. “You ready to go to bed?” I ask Luke. “I’m running on fumes.”

  “Sure,” he says, standing up and offering me his hand. “Tonight we can just cuddle.”

  “I’m not that tired,” I tell him with a grin when I get to my feet, noticing the pressure on my slightly swollen ankles. “Let me get in a nap, and then worlds can be rocked.”

  “We’ll see,” he says doubtfully, leading the way down the hall to my bedroom. He doesn’t think I’ll wake up until the morning once I crash; and, honestly, I’m not so sure myself. It’s Friday night, and I’m turning in at eight p.m. What a way to live what might be the last few days of my life.

  …

  Senn

  What the fuck am I doing here? I ask myself for the tenth time. Sinking down farther into the leather seat of my truck, I eye the bright orange mustang across from me in Abby’s dark lot. He’s here. Of course he is. That was a given. But what am I doing driving over here at ten o’clock at night is the better question.

  I’ve been antsy ever since I left Abby’s earlier tonight. My heart’s racing and my palms are sweaty, sort of like how the adrenaline gets pumping right before a fight. When I got home, I took an ice cold shower and jerked off, but that made it worse. I was even more turned on after imagining exactly how what Abby suggested would go down. There’s no way it would happen unless I’m calling the shots. Since I don’t think that’s much of a stretch, I drove my ass back over here and have been sitting in the truck weighing the pros and cons. The pro is…I get to fuck Abby. Con is I have to do it in front of a boy. A boy she’s been fucking. But see, that seems like a pro because the caveman in me wants to take her to town while he watches. I want him to see that I can fuck her better than him. The small part that’s messing with my head is, what if that’s not true?