Mace (Cocky Cage Fighter #4) (14 page)

“You think?” I ask, feelin’ a little of the worry ease. I need to talk to Jude to see if that’s all true, but still, it gives me hope that Mason won’t throw away his fightin’ career on me if Linc catches us.

“Um, you ladies are forgetting one other little important detail here,” Claire says. “There’s no way my soon-to-be-husband would boot my brother from
Havoc
when he knows it would royally piss me off.”

“That is true,” my mom agrees with a nod before puttin’ on the signal and turnin’ left into a small shoppin’ center. “Your brother is a slave to this woman and wouldn’t dream of doing anything to make her angry with him. Throw in getting disowned by his mother and sister, and well, Mason doesn’t have anything to worry about.”

Mace

I’ve been roasting like a chicken on the pier for over two hours with my pole going untouched in the murky water. I haven’t had even a single nibble on the end of my hook. The smile on my face reappears for the hundredth time today when all the talk of my pole and nibbling make me think about how fucking hot it was to get it on with Hailey last night. In my cargo shorts, my chubby buddy nods his approval and his raging desire to take another dip in her mouth.

God, and waking up with her this morning. Best. Feeling. Ever. I sleep with Sabrina all the time, almost every night, and never wake up this damn happy. Hailey was clinging to me like I was the only life preserver left in the icy aftermath of the sinking Titanic. I actually felt needed, as if I had to hold her or she would drown and I would, too. Unlike most starts to my mornings, we didn’t even have sex, but I still want to recreate that shit with her every day. And last night was so fucking hot…

“What are you so happy about?” Senn asks from his perch beside me, interrupting my pornographic replay. The one of me eating the fuck out of
his girl
while she screamed and convulsed for me. I wonder if he’s ever had his tongue between her legs. Now I need to ask Hailey to make sure the fucker hasn’t, and if he did, make sure I licked her pussy better. What can I say; I’m competitive in all things.

“We’re at the beach. It’s the happiest fucking place on Earth,” I reply. And that’s the damn truth. More specifically, Hailey’s bed in the basement. “What are you looking all pissed about?” I ask to change the subject, even though I already know the answer. The problem is that he’s a pussy. Even Hailey said so. I’m not, so she lets me
eat
her pussy. Ah, it’s a great world.

Glancing away, out into the ocean, Senn finally admits the problem. “Something’s up with Hailey. She blew me off last night.”
Yeah, well buddy, she
blew me
last night. Let me tie her up and fuck her mouth until I shot my load down her very willing throat
.

Damn if I don’t want to tell him all that, but I hold back. I’m trying not to mess up my pretty face this week. My sister would be pissed to see black eyes and a broken nose in all her wedding photos. And fuck me in half when, in the blink of an eye, the image of my sister in a white dress changes. Instead, I see a vision of Hailey wearing the same color, like last night, but a longer dress. Her long blonde hair is down and flowing around her shoulders, making her even more stunning and ethereal.

Even though I’m getting way ahead of myself, damn if it doesn’t feel like a herd of elephants stampeding across my chest knowing there’s no way in hell I could ever be the one waiting for her at the end of an aisle. She’s ready for that whole wedding deal now at twenty-seven and I’m not even legally allowed to drink. Monogamy has never been my thing either, that’s for fucking sure. I like variety in pussy, tits and asses, and I love seeing girl on girl action up close and personal, and more often than not, participating. But when I remember Hailey trussed up and laid out before me last night and then holding her this morning…it’s possible that I could be convinced to actually sell my soul and sign away all the rights to my cock exclusively to her. As long as Linc didn’t kill me and boot me out of
Havoc
, and Senn didn’t kick my ass, and the IFC wouldn’t deny me a contract. Oh, and if Hailey didn’t live like a million miles away and I knew she actually wanted me, too. That’s a lot of fucking stipulations.

“So you and Hailey have…” I ask Senn quietly so that Linc won’t hear. For whatever fucked up reason, I want to know the details, and I’m sure the asshole will indulge me.

“Fucked?” he finishes for me. “Yeah. A while back,” he says. “But then she left the next day and I haven’t seen her until yesterday.”

“Why not?” I stupidly inquire to keep him talking about their history. They only fucked once or one night? That’s a relief. Would it be weird if I ask him if he knows what her pussy tastes like? Yeah, probably so. Just for the record, she tastes even better than that heavenly peanut butter cake from the country diner.

“Hailey lives in New York, and well…you’ve seen her,” he says. “She’s hot as hell, and Linc says she only dates like doctors and lawyers and shit. Not brawlers like me, so I figured what the fuck’s the point?” He shrugs as if not going after the most gorgeous woman in the world is no big deal. Idiot. He doesn’t deserve Hailey. Not that I do either if doctors and lawyers are her style, but whatever.

“You know what you need?” I ask Senn. “A threesome.”

“Fuck yes I do,” he says way too quickly. I know now, if I didn’t before, that he doesn’t give a shit about Hailey. “You’re a threesome magician,” he points out. “Abracadabra me two slutty chicks who will blow my mind.”

“I’ve told you, it’s easy. When you’re at a club, look for the two girls who would rather grind on each other, then offer them what they’re duo is missing.”

“A cock to ride on?” he asks.

“Damn right,” I tell him offering the expected fist bump. This is all complete bullshit I’m feeding him, but I need him to back the fuck off Hailey. “We should all go out to one of the clubs in the city.” Yeah, I’m an evil asshole. And when Hailey’s upset witnessing his true slutty behavior, I’ll swoop in and kick his ass out of her mind for good.

“Hell yes we should,” Senn agrees. “Yo, Linc! Let’s go out tonight.”

“Okay, but I’m bringin’ Claire,” Linc yells back, flashing us a grin from further down the pier. That means this will be a guy and girl group outing, just as I hoped.

“Will she let you take your balls with you or make you leave them at home, so she doesn’t have to carry around her purse all night?” I tease him, making Senn shake with laughter next to me. Linc flips us both off and things feel almost back to normal. The way we were all cool back before I started fucking around with my friends’ girl and sister behind their backs.     

…

Hailey

“Hey, Jude, can I talk to you for a second?” I call out across the pool to the younger Malone brother, the one trainin’ to do the impossible in a few weeks and take on his older brother Jax, who is a freakin’ undefeated MMA legend.

“Sure, what’s up?” he swims over and asks after everyone hangin’ out around the the pool finishes singin’ the Beatle ballad that is also his namesake. Wipin’ the water from his face, we both tread water in the deep end of the pool.

I glance around to make sure no one’s within earshot before I ask quietly, “What do you think of Mason? I mean, you know, as a fighter at
Havoc
?” 

As soon as Jude flashes a dimpled smile, I realize he’s another person who is in on what is
supposed
to be a secret.

“He’s damn good,” he finally answers. “I’ve never seen someone improve as much as he has in such a short amount of time. Senn and the other top twelve light heavyweight fighters in the world better watch the fuck out.”

I smile hearin’ that Jude thinks Mason’s good, better than Senn, even though I’m not sure why that makes me happy. “So, you wouldn’t want him to leave
Havoc
, right?” 

“Fuck no. He’s gonna be a goldmine. The more national publicity he gets, the better business will be for the gym, and the more free youth programs Linc and I can offer.”

“Good,” I say in relief.

“The IFC is banking on him, too, if he wins his next fight,” Jude adds, reachin’ for the pool wall. I do the same next to him so I can stop treadin’ water. “And they’ve stressed that to get a contract he’s gotta agree to keep up the image.”

“The image?” I ask in confusion.

“Yeah. Women want to watch hot,
single
guys fight. Not a bunch of tame married fuckers.”

“Ah,” I say in unfortunate understanding. “You, Jax and my brother are ruinin’ the image.”

“Exactly.”

“Well then...”

“Mason is already considering giving it all up for you,” Jude says softly.   

“What?” I exclaim. “Why? That would be really stupid.”

“Because you aren’t interested?” Jude asks with a smirk, like he knows that’s bullshit.

“No, because I’m not worth it.” Mason and his family didn’t come from much money; and in the IFC, if he’s as good as Jude says, he could easily make millions.

“Maybe he thinks you are. Isn’t that his decision to make?”

“No. That would be a total waste. He’s only twenty, so that contract could set him for life. We’ve only known each other for a few days.”

“Money doesn’t buy everything,” Jude quickly points out.

“No, but it buys a whole helluva lot when you’ve never had anything.” 

That’s it then. As if I need one more reason not to start anything with Mason, I can’t and won’t let him throw away his future for me. Am I still gonna try to fuck him tonight? Hell yes. Because in a few days, I’ll be hundreds of miles away from him and no one but our family and friends will ever know the two of us had a few stolen nights together.

Hailey

Dancin’ is great exercise. So what if I’m sweatin’ like a pig? I’m burnin’ a ton of calories and I’m havin’ fun with the weddin’ party at the small, mostly empty nightclub. I like Kylie and all, but if she doesn’t get her ginger ass off Mason’s crotch, I will claw her eyeballs out.

There’s nothing but dancin’ goin on between the two, not even really dirty dancin’, but that doesn’t mean I’m not jealous. I want it to be
my
ass grindin’ on his cock until he can’t take anymore and hauls me off to fuck me out back. Which is stupid. Even knowin’ what I do about his…harem, I still want him, at least for this one week. We could have a hot little fling, and then no harm, no foul on his MMA career. Besides, it’s not like he would ever want more than another fuck buddy.

It doesn’t help that tonight I am strung really freakin’ tight. The flutterin’ pressure in my lower belly is almost more than I can take just seein’ Mason’s wide shoulders and broad chest in his fitted black dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows, tucked into gray dress pants. Thinkin’ about gettin’ him out of those clothes and havin’ a repeat of last night when we get back to our basement later…I’m ready to combust. It probably won’t take but a single touch of his fingertip or tongue to my clit and I’ll come like a freight train.

When a thick arm bands tightly around where the warm pleasure is coiled, I moan in need. My head falls back against a strong shoulder when I feel the hard cock I’ve been cravin’ in the crease of my ass.

“Goddamn, you’re sexy, Hales,” Senn says against my ear, and my eyes fly open realizin’ he’s not who I thought he was. Nope, who I thought he was is actually across the dance floor, glarin’ at Senn with narrowed eyes like he would like nothin’ more than to punch him in the face. I consider steppin’ away from Senn’s grasp but change my mind. We’re just dancin’, no different than what Mason has been doin’ with Kylie.

“Stay with me tonight. You know it’ll be so fuckin’ good, just like last time,” Senn tells me. I’m pretty sure Mason is
not
sayin’ any such thing to Kylie. Or at least I hope not. When I feel Senn’s free hand trailin’ up between my legs, underneath my short, sparkly silver dress, I spin around and grab his wrist to halt his progress.

“Stop that. We’re in public,” I warn Senn, lookin’ up at his wicked smile. When I let him go, his hands move lower to rest on my ass cheeks, apparently not carin’ who sees. I reach down to raise them to the back of my waist. Oh, and his cock is swellin’ to epic proportions against my stomach that’s still sensitive and needy. I gasp at the increasin’ pressure, which only encourages Senn to grind himself into me harder.

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here. Now. I need you. Can’t you feel how much?” he leans down against my ear and asks, and I get a whiff of alcohol on his breath. “Everyone’s here or asleep, so we could get in the pool…”

I shake my head, tryin’ to clear the memories of Senn fuckin’ me against the pool wall before I consider doin’ somethin’ so stupid again. About that time, I see movement from the corner of my eye. I look over and realize Mason’s headin’ over to us with a murderous glare. Oh no!

“I, ah, need to go to the bathroom,” I tell Senn before peelin’ myself out of his grasp and makin’ a beeline down the club’s dark hallway that hopefully leads to the ladies’ room. Thankfully, it does. The heavy bathroom door barely shuts before it opens again behind me. I’m afraid to turn around in case it’s who I think it is, never respectin’ the privacy of a woman’s restroom. I step quickly into a stall, but before I get the latch turned, he’s pushin’ the door open, bargin’ into the small space with me. I look up to yell at him to get out, but the expression on his face stops me. Mason’s jaw is clenched tight and his green, absent of gold, eyes are burnin’ like he’s in pure agony, as if he’s bein’ tortured.

The next thing I know he’s grabbin’ my hips, spinnin’ me around and slammin’ me against the bathroom door. An instant later, his mouth crashes down, claimin’ mine in a possessive, urgent kiss. His probin’ tongue forces my head to fall back on the painted metal while his big, hard body is plastered to mine. Suddenly, I can’t get enough. My pussy has its own out of control, racing heartbeat, makin’ me pant for more contact than the occasional graze of his bulge. I need Mason’s fingers, tongue or cock between my legs. Now.

He swallows my hungry moans when this overwhelming…desperation I’ve never felt before has me shovin’ my fingers roughly through his hair and holdin’ his mouth down on mine, silently beggin’ him not to stop. My tongue strokes his insistently, demandin’ he fill me with somethin’.

Mason grunts what sounds like his approval or understanding because he finally gives me what I want. His massive hand lifts my leg for me to wrap it around his hip while his other cups my pussy through my thong panties. As soon as he grinds the heel of his hand against my clit, the dam explodes.

When the rapture can no longer be contained inside me, my lips wrench themselves from his to cry out.

“You are so fucking sexy riding my hand,” Mason whispers against my ear.

“
Ohhh
! Oh God!” Wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me, causin’ my hips to rock uncontrollably. The door behind me shakes on its hinges as my arousal floods my panties.

“Fuck, you’re dripping wet,” Mason whispers against my ear when he notices the dampness. His long fingers maneuver their way underneath the black, lace fabric. “This is mine,” he growls, pushin’ two thick digits inside me so forcefully I gasp in pleasure and go up on the toes of my one heel that is still touchin’ the ground. “If I see his hand up your skirt again, I will snap it off and beat him with it, and I don’t give a shit who finds out about us.”

“Yes!” I moan as my eyes close in bliss when he starts fuckin’ me with his fingers.

“You come for me and only me,” he says next to my ear. “Do you hear me, Hailey?”

What was the question? I’m so busy ridin’ his hand that I can’t remember. Mason lets go of my thigh and grips my chin, anglin’ my head up. When his hand ceases movement, and I open my eyes to complain, I’m lookin’ straight up into his smolderin’ green ones. “Answer me, Hailey. Who do you fucking come for?” he asks.

“Don’t stop,” I beg him, reachin’ down to cover his hand with my own to get it movin’ inside me again. “You. Only you make me feel so good, Mason.”

“Goddamn right,” he replies. “He better not lay a fucking finger on my Butterfinger.”

Mmm, crispy peanut butter and chocolate.

Wait, what? Random candy bar remark aside, he doesn’t want Senn to touch me, but he has three or four
girlfriends
? What the hell?

I let go of the two handfuls of his hair and push both palms against his granite chest. He barely moves an inch. Mason is at least gentlemanly enough to take his hands off me when he realizes I’m callin’ a timeout. I instantly miss those big, powerful hands inside me.

“You okay?” he asks, gaspin’ for breath as he searches my face for an explanation of why I put on the brakes.

“No, I’m not okay! You’re a big freakin’ hypocrite!”

“A hypocrite?” he repeats, blinkin’ away some of the lust from his eyes.

“Yes! You’re a hypocrite with a fuckin’ harem!” I push at his chest again after he winces on the last word, makin’ my heart sink a little in my chest.

Lightin’ fast, Mason’s hands grab both of my wrists and hold them on the door above my head. “Hailey,” he starts, his mouth so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. There’s not even a trace of alcohol, only the scent of minty freshness when he sighs. “Yes, I’ve been dating a few women. I told you that the first day we met.”

“How many?” I ask. Thinkin’ back, now I remember that I asked him this question before and he dodged it.

When he drops his forehead to mine, I know I’m not gonna like the answer.

“Four.”

“Four,” I repeat softly at the same time my shoulders sag and my eyes start to burn. He’s not with one other woman but four. That number…it’s mind bogglin’ to me. Is doesn’t seem…safe. Does he use protection? Claire said he’s not cheatin’ on them, and that they all know about each other, but I’m bettin’ they don’t know about me.

“Don’t,” he says, buryin’ his face in my neck. “Don’t pull away from me.”

“Mason,” I start, blinking away tears and shakin’ my head in disbelief. I’m in a bathroom stall with him, this boy who can’t even legally drink yet and is involved with so many women…What am I thinkin’?

“Just say the word, Hailey, and it’s only me and you. Because even though I love being with them, no one has ever made me half as crazy as you-”

I interrupt him with my scoff. I make him crazy? That’s not exactly a compliment. And like he could ever really just stop seein’ all those girls after we’ve only known each other for three days! He just admitted that he loves bein’ with them, so I’m not sure which is more disturbin’, if he’s lyin’ or if he’s actually tellin’ the truth about givin’ them up for me.

“Crazy in a good way!” he exclaims right as the bathroom door opens, alertin’ us to the fact that we’re no longer alone. Mason freezes for a second before he grips both of my wrists in one of his massive hands so he can sneak the other up the back of my dress. “Don’t I at least make you…a little crazy, too?” he whispers against my ear. Then he doesn’t fight fair when he places open mouth kisses down my exposed neck and inches his hand north until it cups my entire ass cheek.

“I-I-I can’t think when you do that,” I stutter quietly. Contradictin’ myself, I throw my head back to give him better access to my neck, encouragin’ his mouth to keep goin’.

“Then don’t think,” he says, squeezin’ the handful of my ass when the toilet in the stall next to us flushes. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and then he raises the hem of my short dress before I answer because he already knows the answer.

“No,” I admit.  The word barely leaves my mouth before he yanks my panties down my legs and cups my still swollen and throbbin’ pussy. I cry out and writhe against the door, not carin’ who might hear me.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” he asks in a soft, barely audible whisper against my ear. Like there is ever more than one response to
that
particular question. Mason lightly trails one gentle fingertip through my wet folds, mimickin’ the sensation of his wonderful tongue.

“Mmm,” I shiver and moan my affirmative response.

“Has he ever gone down on you?”

I’m so high on the bliss of the buildin’ pressure that it takes me a minute to figure out which
he
he’s referrin’ to. But the answer is the same no matter who the
he
is.

“No. Never. Only you.”

After the bathroom door opens and quickly closes, tellin’ us we’re alone again, Mason sinks to his knees in front of me, and doesn’t waste any time buryin’ his head between my wet thighs.

I don’t resist or say a word to halt him because I’m instantly catapulted to another galaxy as soon as his tongue touches my pussy. In this moment, there’s nothin’ I wouldn’t let him do to me. He has me pliant and desperate for the phenomenal frenzy I know only he can give me. It no longer feels like we’re a few inches away from a grimy toilet. It’s more like we’re in our own little passionate world of pleasure. Nothing else matters.

When his tongue quickly flicks over and over again on my clit, my knees go so weak my palms slam against the sides of the stall to hold my body up. Grabbin’ the back of my thighs in an almost painful grip, Mason is somehow able to lift my feet completely off the ground, bracin’ my back against the door to find a better angle to fuck me with his tongue.

“Ah! Ah God yes!” I scream louder as he takes me higher. There’s a finger or two in my pussy, and I’m pretty sure one is real close to invadin’ my ass. That shouldn’t feel as good as it does, should it? I vaguely hear the bathroom door open and close again, but then I’m fallin’ headfirst into the best, most intense orgasm ever. I don’t give a flyin’ fuck about anythin’ else in the whole world when my entire body starts to shake uncontrollably.

Embarrassingly enough, when I descend from orgasm heaven, I realize I’m actually grindin’ down harder to get more of the strange and erotic feeling in that forbidden place. “
Yesss
!” I sob so deeply that I don’t even recognize my own voice. The world seems to tilt, and then I’m slammed face first against the door. Mason tugs my hips back in his strong grip and… “
Ahhh!”
His tongue…is in my…in my…oh God…is he really? “Yes!” The crazy man is on his knees, tongue fuckin’ my backdoor, and it is hot and so wrong and…and…a-fuckin’-mazin’. I don’t dare stop him. Instead, I shamelessly push my hips back against his mouth for more, while my face presses against the door. When he slips first one finger and then another into the wetness he’s created, scissorin’ them wide apart to stretch me, my lower belly quivers because I know exactly what he has in mind. I want it, even if it’s a little scary because his cock is so much bigger than his slick tongue and two fingers.

“Please, Mason,” I beg him.

“Are you sure you really want this?” he asks now pumpin’ three fingers inside me. When I moan and bear down on him in response, he groans; and then his massive body is off the floor, pressed against the back of mine, towerin’ above me. He grabs a handful of my ponytail and yanks on it to turn my head so he can place open mouth kisses down the back of my neck. “Am I about to go where no man has ever gone before?”