The Undisputed Series

by Teague, A. S.

Breccan

  Sidney’s shoulders stiffen under my arm, and she takes a step away from me. I tug her back against my side, but I’m suddenly cuddling a two-by-four.

  She sputters, “Excuse me? The love…the love…of…your life?”

  Surprised by her sudden change in demeanor, I begin to stammer as well, “Uh, well, yeah.”

  She wrenches free of my grip and spins toward me. “Then what the fuck are you doing with me?”

  “Hey, calm down there, chief. You didn’t let me finish.” I glance over at a frowning Rebecca and pop an eyebrow. “Feisty, isn’t she?” I jerk a thumb at Sidney.

  Rebecca’s frown doesn’t budge.

  Crossing her arms over her chest, Sidney taps her foot on the floor. “Well, I’m waiting,” she snaps at me.

  Jealousy on any other woman is an automatic game-over, but Sidney makes it adorable. I reach out to ruffle her already messy hair, but she jerks her head away.

  “Sidney, meet Rebecca. The love of my life—when I was twelve.” A smug smile forms on my face half a second before Sidney slaps me in the arm.

  “Seriously? Why would you do that?”

  “Uh, because it was funny.”

  “You made me look like a jealous bitch in front of your best friend!” She wildly waves her arms around.

  I have to duck to avoid being hit again. “Yeah, but I was waiting for you to dry-hump my leg as a show of possession. Imagine my disappointment when it didn’t happen.” I grin when a scary vein starts ticking on her forehead.

  God, she is so fucking cute.

  She slaps my arms hard. “We’re gonna talk later.”

  “Can it be in the shower?”

  Swear on my life, her eye actually started twitching.

  Giving up on me, she turns her body away and looks at Reb. “I’m so sorry I gave you the ‘bitch die’ look earlier. I’m not a crazy person. I promise.” Angling her body back to me and growls, “Gah! What a terrible first impression.”

  I’m not letting her off the hook easily. “Oh, no,” I say. “You were totally jealous.”

  “I was not!” she shouts.

  I can’t help laughing when I retort, “Sidney. You were jealous.” I place a kiss on her forehead. “But I liked it.” Then I give Rebecca my attention.

  She puts her hands on her hips. “That was a dick move, Brec. I’ve told you to stop saying that shit.” She shakes her head and looks at Sidney. “He tells every new guy I bring around the same thing.” Offering a hand, she says, “I’m Rebecca Toler, Breccan’s soon-to-be ex–best friend. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so many good things.”

  Sidney takes her hand and smiles. “Nice to meet you, Rebecca. I’m Sidney O’Neil, Breccan’s soon-to-be ex-girlfriend.” She pops an eyebrow at me.

  Rebecca walks around us to the kitchen and calls out over her shoulder, “I’m having mimosas, Sid. You want one?”

  “Yes, I would,” she replies—at the exact moment I say, “No, she can’t.”.

  Whipping her head up at me, she scoffs. “Excuse me? Can’t?”

  “We were just heading out. Remember? Breakfast?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Yes, I remember. But that doesn’t mean I can’t take a mimosa to go. You’re driving, right?”

  Giving up, I shake my head. “Yes, I’m driving. But, if you spill orange juice in Velma, I’ll—”

  She puts a hand on her hip. “You’ll what, Breccan?” Dropping her voice, she asks, “You’ll spank me?” Her lips turn up in a sultry smile.

  And I find myself praying that she’ll pour her entire cup all over my leather interior.

  Rebecca finishes filling the glasses and hands one to Sidney. “Brec, Tripp wanted me to tell you he’s coming by this afternoon.”

  I nod before teasing Sid. “Should I expect the same reaction when you see Tripp for the first time?”

  She slaps my arm once more, but this time, I see the humor in her eyes.

  “Oh my God, Breccan. You’re such an ass.” Standing on her tiptoes, she brushes a light kiss against my mouth.

  I can taste the champagne on her lips, and I’m tempted to push her against the wall and have my way with her right here. Rebecca be damned.

  Sidney backs away and smiles at me. “Do we have time to sit and visit for just a minute?” she asks quietly.

  I glance at my watch and then nod. “Yeah. I’m sure a few more minutes would be fine. I need to make another phone call anyway. Why don’t y’all go sit on the balcony?” I pat Sidney on the ass as she passes, which earns me another swat and giggle.

  After I call and beg the lady who cleans my apartment to come early, I watch as Sidney and Rebecca chat. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can see their faces as they laugh. I’m relieved they’re getting along.

  I didn’t think to be nervous about them liking each other until just now. Thankfully, I have nothing to worry about. They stand and hug each other before making their way back inside.

  Grinning at me, Rebecca says, “Brec, I love her. I may steal her from you myself. She’s wonderful.”

  Blushing, Sidney wraps her arms around my waist. My chest swells at Rebecca’s compliment.

  “I picked a good one, huh?” I place a kiss on the top of Sid’s head and ask, “You ready to go? I’m looking forward to see Connor. I want to stop and pick up a gift for him on the way.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Breccan

  One Month Later

  Over the last month, Sidney and I spent every available moment we had together. My fight is scheduled for New Year’s Day, so I’ve been putting in long hours at the gym, but luckily, I haven’t needed to go out of town to train again.

  Once Connor left the hospital, Abby promised to stop taking assignments that would take her away for extended periods of time. True to her word, she was gone only a couple of days the entire month of December.

  This Christmas was the best one I’ve ever had. One of the items on Connor’s list was a white Christmas, but living in the South makes that damn near impossible. He had a better chance of catching Santa in his chimney than seeing snowflakes on Christmas morning.

  With a little help from Rebecca, I managed to surprise all of them with a three-day ski trip in the mountains of Colorado. Connor’s excitement was rewarding, but the best gift I received was being able to spend time with Sidney, cuddled under blankets, in front of a fire.

  Tripp and Rebecca fell in love with Connor, and we were all able to spend the holiday together—the way a family should. It was the first time in my life that I hadn’t dreaded the holidays. Even my mother’s famous guilt trip couldn’t get me down.

  After the last few weeks with Sidney, I can’t imagine life getting much better than it is right now.

  “Yo, Breccan! Stop fucking off and get back over here!” Mark yells at me from across the gym.

  I took a break from working on my ground game to have my sixth meal of the day—a protein shake. It was ten p.m., less than a week before my fight, and I haven’t left the gym in the last sixteen hours. With the way Mark is riding my ass, it doesn’t look like I’ll be getting out of here any time soon, either.

  “Freakin slave driver,” I mutter to myself before shoving out of the chair I was lounging in and shuffling back toward the cage. I am climbing inside when I hear my phone ringing Sidney’s tone.

  Jumping down, I hear Mark yell at me, but I ignore him, snatching the phone off the table.

  “Sid, what’s wrong?” I bark as soon as I hit the button. Sidney never calls when I’m at the gym, instead choosing to wait for me to call her when I get home.

  “Hey, honey. Don’t freak out.” She sucks in a breath. “It’s Connor.”

  “Is he okay?” I’m gripping the phone so tight that I swear I hear it groan.

  “Yeah. Well, no. But he will be. He’s running another fever. It’s pretty high, so Abby and I are taking him to the hospital. He didn’t—”

  “I’m on my way.” Turning on my heel, I begin jog
ging toward the locker room to get my keys.

  Mark throws his hands in the air and stalks after me, but I don’t stop to let him catch up.

  “No, no, no,” Sidney says. “You need to train. He’s okay. He didn’t pass out this time. He’s conscious. He probably just needs an antibiotic like last time. Don’t leave the gym early.”

  Her protests fall on deaf ears. There’s no way I’m going to stay here while she takes him to the emergency room. Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to focus.

  “Stop,” I tell her. “I’m changing my clothes now. Meet you there.” I hang up without letting her get another word in.

  I can’t change fast enough and don’t even bother putting my shoes all the way on my feet. I’m pulling my keys out of my locker when Mark appears beside me.

  “Where ya goin, son?” he questions.

  Turning, I take a breath. “That was Sid. Connor’s sick. I gotta meet them at the hospital.” I start to walk past him, but he takes a step in front of me, blocking my path.

  Grabbing my arm, he says, “Your fight’s in five days, Breccan. We don’t have time for any distractions.”

  I shake his hand off and bite out, “Connor and Sidney are not distractions.” I spit the word back at him. “I’ve got to go.”

  He grumbles something I don’t understand before saying, “Listen, son. I know that this kid means something to you. I know that this girl means something to you. But I also know that this belt means more. You’ve got a lot to prove inside that cage. You can’t bail on your training now.”

  Squaring my shoulders, I count backward from ten. “That’s where you’re wrong, Mark. This belt doesn’t mean shit. Not anymore. Nothing means more to me than they do. I’ll see you in the morning.” I shove past him and sprint to my car.

  I make it to the hospital in record time and race through the ER’s double doors. The place is packed, and no one is at the desk. I slap the counter several times until a nurse comes around the corner.

  “Sir, can I help you?” she asks, her voice dripping with attitude.

  “Yeah. Connor O’Neil,” I bark at her.

  Looking me up and down, she asks, “Are you family?”

  I shake my head. “No. Family friend.”

  She shrugs. “I’m sorry, sir. I can’t release any information to people who aren’t family.” She turns to walk back the way she came.

  “Hey! Don’t walk away from me. I need to see Connor O’Neil now. I’m not leaving till I do.”

  She freezes and then tips her head to the side in question. “Do I need to call security?”

  I’m laughing at the thought of rent-a-cops trying to haul me out when I hear Sidney’s voice behind me.

  “No! Don’t call security. He’s with me.”

  I spin around and my eyes land on Sidney and relief floods my veins. I rush over to her and grab her around the waist, briefly crushing my lips to hers.

  “Is he okay?” I whisper when I pull away.

  Rolling her eyes at me, she says, “I told you he was okay on the phone. You didn’t have to rush over here and make an ass of yourself.”

  “I didn’t make an ass of myself. She should have just told me where you were,” I retort.

  The corners of her mouth twitch, and she whispers, “You were an ass. But I’m glad you’re here.” Turning, she laces her fingers in mine. “Come on. His room’s over here.”

  Walking into Connor’s room, I hold my breath. Sidney wouldn’t lie about his condition, but the way he looked the last time we were here keeps flashing through my mind. I don’t want to see him looking so sick ever again.

  “Well, look who I found harassing the nurses,” Sidney announces.

  Connor’s head snaps up. Other than being a little pale, he looks okay, and a relieved breath rushes out of me.

  Forcing a weak smile, he says, “Well, this sucks ass.”

  “Connor!” Abby admonishes from the chair she’s perched in. “When are you going to learn to stop cursing in front of me?” She may be fussing, but her smile says something else.

  I sit on the side of the bed and say, “Oh, it’s not so bad. Maybe you’ll get a hot nurse or something. Sponge bath, anyone?” I joke.

  I’m rewarded with Connor’s bark of laughter and a shove on the shoulder from Sidney.

  Turning toward her, I tease, “You’re abusive, you know that?” I grab her waist, pulling her in to my lap, and kiss the side of her head. “So, what did the doc say?”

  Abby closes the magazine she was flipping through and says, “Another infection. He’ll need IV antibiotics for a few days. Looks like we’ll be watching your fight on my cell phone.”

  Connor’s shoulders sag, his disappointment mirroring my own. I was looking forward to having them there to support me, but I try not to let my disappointment show.

  I cuff him on the shoulder. “This does suck ass. But it’ll be all right. You’ll be at the next one.”

  I pat Sidney on the hip, and we stand up.

  “Hey, We’ll be right back.” I motion for Sidney to follow me and then make my way out to the hall. Once she comes out of the room, I close the door behind her and say, “I’ll postpone the fight.”

  Her mouth falls open before she quickly shouts, “No way, Breccan!”

  I nod at her. “Yeah. I’m not going all the way to fucking Boston while he’s in the hospital. What if something happens?”

  She glances around and then walks down the hall. She leads me into an empty family waiting room, where the TV is blaring. I snatch the remote from the table and turn it off.

  Placing a hand on my chest, she reasons, “Listen to me. He’s fine.” “There is no reason for you to postpone this fight. Isn’t it too late to do that anyway?”

  It is, but I don’t tell her that. I’d have to fake an injury at this point to pull out, and I’ve always thought guys who do that are cowards. But, if that’s what I have to do to get Connor to a fight, then I’m willing to do it.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll work it out,” I reassure her. “I’m not leaving you.”

  She puts a hand on her hip and straightens her spine. “Yes. You. Are,” she grits through clenched teeth.

  It’s probably the wrong time to tell her, but she’s so sexy when she gets bossy. “You’re turnin’ me on, Sid,” I murmur, pulling her in to my arms.

  Her eyes narrow. “Shut it, Breccan. You’re not going to distract me.”

  I kiss my way down her neck and look around for a bathroom to drag her into. But she wiggles free of my grasp.

  “Breccan!” she snaps. “I’m serious. You’re going to your fucking fight. If you don’t, I’ll tell security not to let you in Connor’s room.”

  I wouldn’t put it past her, so I throw my hands up in surrender. “Fine. But I’m waiting until the day before to leave.”

  She sticks her hand out and says, “Deal.”

  Using the grip I have on her hand, I yank her body back to mine and resume kissing her neck.

  The next afternoon, I take a break from training to visit Connor. Mark wasn’t pleased when I told him that I was taking off again, but he only asked when I’d be back. I didn’t want to send him to an early grave, so I decided against telling him that I had considered not fighting. He didn’t need to know anyway because I had reluctantly agreed to go. I have quickly learned that telling Sidney no isn’t usually an option.

  I have a surprise for Sidney planned, so after letting Connor beat me in a couple of rounds of Madden, I beg for mercy.

  Leaning over the bed, I ruffle his already messy hair. “Dude, you’re looking like a sheepdog. When you get outta here, I’m takin’ you to my guy.”

  His eyes light. “Awesome. I’m gonna have him cut my hair just like yours.”

  I laugh and look over to Sidney, who is biting her lip to stifle a laugh. “You ready to go, baby?”

  She nods and then turns her attention to Abby. “We’ll only be gone a little while—I think.” She looks to me, and I nod. “Y
ou sure you don’t mind me taking off?”

  Abby rolls her eyes. “No, I don’t mind. Go. Have fun. Where are y’all going?”

  I put my finger to my lips and shake my head. “Nope. It’s a secret.”

  Once we get to the car, I place a blindfold over her eyes, telling her not to peek. It takes thirty minutes to drive there and then another ten to guide a still-blindfolded Sidney to our final destination.

  We finally come to the spot I had Rebecca set up, and Sidney asks, “Do I hear water?”

  I help her sit on the blanket that’s laid out, careful not to disturb the picnic basket and the bottle of champagne waiting on us. Then I remove the blindfold. It takes half a minute for her eyes to adjust to the sudden sunlight, but once they do, her hand flies to her mouth and she jerks her head at me.

  “It’s my lake!” she shrieks. After scrambling over to where I’m sitting, she throws her arms around my shoulders and buries her face into my neck. She continues shouting, but it’s muffled, so I can’t make out what she’s saying.

  Sifting my fingers through the back of her hair, I let her continue to cry-shout in my neck. Pulling away from her after another moment, I say, “Surprise!”

  Sidney looks around us while running her fingers under her eyes. “A picnic! Champagne!” Her eyes narrow on the gift bags at the edge of the blanket. “Oh, what’s in the bags?”

  When she reaches for it, I bat her hand away.

  “That’s for you. But not yet. Let’s eat first.”

  Her lips turn down in a frown, and she crosses her arms over her chest. Her lips form a pout, and I don’t waste the opportunity to kiss them.

  She harrumphs, but I whisper, “You’re adorable when you pout.”

  She tries to fight, but the corners of mouth tip up in a smile. “Breccan, how did you know about this spot?”

  Remembering the day Connor met supermodel Haley Nicole, I shrug and confess, “I asked Abby.”

  The way she talked about this place and what it meant to her—I wanted to experience it for myself. That day, I decided I needed to know everything about the woman who is so selfless that she gave her oasis up to take care of a sick kid.